Outstripped (3 page)

At the
time they walked in there were four girls dancing.
Two on
stage and two doing the rounds on the smaller tables.
Many of the other
girls were moving with the music anyway. Clearly they seemed to enjoy their
work and were very comfortable in their surroundings. When they weren’t dancing
the girls were either playing ‘hostess’ or plying their other trade, which was
private dancing for an even more intimate experience.

It
wasn’t just the ‘house’ that made money here. This was a gold mine for all of
these girls.

The “Two
Lips” standard of clientele seemed reasonable enough. Not too many ‘dickheads’
or ‘old crusties’ but you got the (unusual) impression it was a tolerant,
benevolent, ‘by the people, for the people’, ‘two way street’, almost, kind of
establishment anyway. Everyone seemed welcome. The respect and reward for both
parties, “patrons and hosts alike”, was deserved, and appreciated, and well
paid for. What I’m trying to say is “Each party got their money’s worth”.

And
boy
did they get their money’s worth on
this night?

Since it
was a “Stag Night” Luke had already collected the “Kitty”. Groups of lads (or
girls for that matter) are notorious on this sort of occasion, and can’t be
trusted to either pay their way or get what they paid for. On the way in he
paid for everyone, though entry was free for ladies anyway and their drinks
were also on the house. It’s common practice in these sorts of establishments.
Two hundred and fifty quid’s worth of entertainment each (around eight hundred
and seventy five Dutch Guilders) ought to go a reasonable distance to start
with.

What
they got for their money was: free reign of the club; free drinking till their
‘tab’ ran out; two lap dances each; and fifty quid’s worth of “Two Lips”
Guilders each, for the dancers’
favours
and
rewards
. That’s one hundred and
twenty Guilders each to spend as they wish. Granted, it’s not a fortune, but
it’s amazing what you can “get” for small, folding, denominations starting at
Five Guilders each.

Strip
club money invariably comes in folding notes and, importantly, some that are
smaller than legal tender. There are many reasons, but some of the more obvious
ones include: the lack of anywhere to put coins when all you have on is a thong
and/or a garter belt (No, not there!); it’s an encouragement for the ‘less
wealthy’ among us to spend (at least a little) over and above the entry fee;
and there’s a reluctance for customers to change small amounts of “club money”
back into “real money” when they leave, for fear of looking cheap. So the
astute, viewing-public tend to make sure they spend it all.

Anyway,
as Luke handed out the “Club Guilders”, which almost looked like real money,
but were very ornately (and tastefully) decorated with ‘beauties’ in various
states of undress and pose, he gave them all some sound advice and candor.

“Use
these wisely!”

“And, if
you can’t do that, then, fuck it! Get what you can!”

The
evening’s rallying speech had moved them all deeply, of course, and they
immediately sought out suitable hostesses for “imbibe of the finest order”
while they decided which way to turn next. It didn’t seem to matter. Sit,
stand, left, right, this stage, that table, this pole, that stool, or, stay
right here coz this is good too.

Once the
drinks came, they ended up in their usual little cliques and split up.

Famke
and Aya hung around with Graham and Luke at one of the bars facing the main
stage. One of them had let it slip to the staff that it was Graham’s Stag Night
and before too long he was joined by a very attractive blond girl, and as it
happened “a Geordie”. Incredible, eh?
In Amsterdam.

Wearing
only a Diamante thong and the “de rigueur” stripper stilettos (clear plastic
platforms and very high) she proceeded to wrap herself around him fondling and
stroking him all over like a pussy cat with her bright red painted finger
nails. After a brief conversation with the group she looked up and into
Graham’s eyes, put one finger to her lips, took him by the hand and led him to
one of the stages. Graham feigned his objection at first but gave in, as he
should.

Luke,
Famke and Aya sniggered between themselves as if they knew what was coming
next. Luke prepared himself for a “Stage Show” Amsterdam style. This is, after
all, what the place is known for.

Suitable
music started and the performance began. Initially Graham was being used as a
“pole” and
she was good
. Next she
started to undress him slowly. First the bow tie, then the jacket,
then
the trousers. But what came next was a little
surprising. The little “Geordie” must have concluded that our ‘man of the
moment’ was a little too pissed for
that
kind of show
and instead she improvised.

She
began putting his clothes on! Gradually and sensually she removed all of his
garments and dressed herself up.
A reverse strip show
if you will. Good for the girls but a little disappointing for the guys as,
having started semi-naked she ended up fully clothed. The only things not
removed were his shoes and socks. Such a classy touch!

Graham
paraded and danced all over the stage, hands waving in the air, and dick waving
in the wind. He had a ball and everyone had a laugh.

She
eventually took pity on him and got him down from the stage and back to Luke
and the girls. They both got a tremendous applause for their efforts. As the
usual entertainment restarted the laughs continued at the bar and Graham decided,
“Fuck it!” he didn’t need his clothes anymore. Luke ordered him another drink
but his standing around naked got the better of the Geordie after a while. Realizing
there was no real money in the game she’d started, she threw his clothes back
at him and stormed off. Almost immediately Graham was dragged “stage left” by
some other hostesses with obviously more heart and patience for our Groom than
“Geordie”.

The
girls needed to sit down and led Luke by the arms to some front row seats at
one of the smaller but higher stages. It was a bit like sitting at a bar,
complete with tall stools, somewhere to rest your elbows and plenty of
leg room
underneath.

A new
girl arrived in front of them.

The
music stopped, the lights dimmed, she ‘lit up’ with a spotlight and she just
stood there with her long legs apart and her hands on her hips. Clearly
confident in herself and her surrounds she stared over Luke’s head to the back
of the club and nodded.

In those
few seconds Luke had already “taken her in”. Slim, slender, smooth, curvy in
all the best places, raven hair (“up” for the moment), bright red lipstick,
glasses, striking, oozing with importance and clothed! A high-collared, waist
length, fitted blouse in white, open low to a deep taunting cleavage, and a
short, but not too short, tartan skirt. This was the real deal! Like your new
Math’s teacher just arrived in her bright red six-inch heels, "And you
will behave!”

Luke’s
jaw dropped and he began thanking God and everyone else that they’d sat down,
right here, right now, right in front of
her
.

The
music began.

Lady
Marmalade. “Moulin Rouge.” Christine Aguilera.

It was
loud. It was booming. It was an awesome choice!

She
didn’t move initially, but then the light show began and her dancing started.
Or rather her grinding, gyrating, in time, precision-dominance of the stage and
her audience. She kept glancing at Luke and occasionally at the girls.

Leaning
on the pole she turned to face him. She began caressing the pole high above her
head, stared at him, slowly licked her lips and then writhed up and down, horny
as hell, knees together, twisting from side to side.

Everyone
tried to look up her skirt, but couldn’t. Not yet!

She took
off the glasses, reached up behind her head, pulled out the
hair
pin
and shook her long black hair down. She bent forward, stroking the
insides of her blouse and cleavage, lowered her hair fully forward, then, on
the next big music note, flicked it all up and backwards like the water-soaked Jennifer
Beals in “Flash dance”.

Classic
and clichéd, this stuff never fails.

She
turned, opened her legs a little then with palms to her thighs, slowly started
to raise her skirt. Up it came to the pear of her bottom, then down again. Then
up again. This time, she arched her back a little, and ever so slightly bent forward.
Luke and the girls were given a “tease” of her white, lace thong, filled with
pouting vulva and it was ohhhh, sooooo, near.

The
“palm assisted” skirt went down again. She looked over her shoulder at the
audience and unzipped herself at the side. In perfect time to the music she
snapped her legs together and tantalizingly bent forward easing her skirt down
with painted thumb and forefinger on either side. The most perfect of bottoms
presented
itself,
inch, by agonizing, inch. She
paused, to give everyone the chance to admire, gaze, dream, and dribble a
little, then stepped out of the skirt and kicked it aside.

Luke
looked in turn at the girls in his company. He had no idea if they enjoyed
intimate tendencies with other women but he could see they were enjoying
this
and they were obviously impressed
with the performance. Pouting, moistened lips are a bit of a giveaway!

Famke
enquired of his enjoyment so far.

He took
her hand and placed it on
the canoe in
his pocket
.

She
raised her eyes at him, stroked him up and down a couple of times and then
withdrew herself miming the word “later”.

Eyes
back on the dancer, the blouse was off, the bra was full, and “the twins” were
about to be revealed.

Out they
came, and in went a long deep breath to a hundred pairs of lungs. The oxygen
level in the place just halved.
Ample, beautiful and perky.
Her hands were on her hips again, her thumbs were in her panties, and her hips
still moved from side to side. A proud, knowing grin crossed her face.

Luke remembered
Graham’s ‘pencil test’.

“If she
can hold a pencil under her breasts, she fails”

Well she
passed!

Turning
and coiling her fingers high on the pole again she wrapped one leg around it,
spun and lowered herself to the stage. Coming round to face the three of them,
she flicked her hair back again and then with ‘pure filth’ on her mind she
crawled over to them on her knees. Luke was having trouble containing
himself
. He shuffled and made a few adjustments, mainly in
the front of his pants.

She
brought her face right up to Luke’s, stared into his eyes and licked her lips.
She somehow looked familiar to him, but “That wasn’t possible” he thought.
Blowing him a kiss she moved sideways to face Aya.

Aya
reached for some club guilders. She put them in her teeth. The “Stage Goddess”
kneeled up, leaned forward, and pushing her boobs together she accepted Aya’s
oral offering between them. Her soft, but firm, smooth as silk mounds
delicately caressed Aya's cheeks as she earned her keep. She deposited the
“reward”
into a small slot in the stage
floor just in front of Luke (he hadn’t noticed it up until this point) and then
reached out to stroke Aya, sensually, under her chin before returning to her
feet.

Luke was
then given the ‘come to me’ index finger curl, but before he could do anything
she pointed to the slot in the floor.

Aya
whispered to him, “Make it count. It’ll be worth it.”

He
quickly reached for all his
“favour”
money and stuffed it into the slot.

Dropping
to the stage again our performer lay down, full length, back arched, knees
slightly raised, her long, slim legs and sharp red heels pointing directly at
Luke. Bending at the knee she then raised them to the sky. The slimmest of
white, lace thongs was looking right at him. She rolled her legs in turn like
porno windmills, just to tantalize and add to his anticipation, then in slow
motion, she peeled her panties upwards and off.

Luke
truly believed her soft, sweet,
shaven,
peach-like
pussy was glistening and ripening before his eyes.
A hint of
pink.
A glimmer of dew and a smell so sweet.
Was it in his head or is she really ‘getting off’ on performing for him? Him
alone?

Her
long, straight, stilettoe’d
legs
then parted to a 'V'
and her delicate ‘labia’ opened slightly. She brought in both hands, stroking,
caressing, and teasing her thighs, softly, slowly,
almost
painfully. Luke’s tongue came out. Nobody saw. She saw. Then after moistening
one solitary middle finger between her other “two lips” she delicately placed
it along the full length of her pussy. Luke nearly ‘lost himself’ in his pants
as she lifted her head to smile at him, raised her finger then slid it in. Then
out. Then in. Then out. Twice more. Then up came the legs, down came the knees,
and off went the lights, and the music, together.

“Holy
Shit! Don’t stop there”. He thought.