Saturday night. Been looking forward to seeing Muse in concert since my wife and I got the tickets months ago. I was disappointed when Lori told me she had to miss it. Lori’s boss called last night and informed her that the company was closing a deal in another state, and she needed to leave this morning. Fortunately, my friend, Mark, was free. He didn’t know much about Muse, but loves going to concerts. Especially when it’s a huge venue…and someone else paid for the tickets. Chuckling to myself at that thought.
We had a great time at the show. Muse has a style of their own, and Mark agreed that they were fantastic. All the imagery and lights. He called it “sexy rock” and I think that term is spot-on. The concert ended pretty early and I really had nothing to go home to, so I suggested grabbing a drink – make my free night out last a bit longer. Mark is a go-along kind of guy and didn’t really have to rush home either. His wife, Dena, knows how Mark is when he goes out and doesn’t expect him to call a night short if he doesn’t want to. She’s a really cool girl.
We got to the car and Mark suggested a bar called Noodles. I had never heard of it.
“Noodles?” I laughingly ask. “What is Noodles?”
Mark kind of laughed and said “It’s a drag bar. Dena and I have been a few times. Great show. You’ll love it.”
Just like that. A DRAG bar? What in the hell??
“Wait a minute. A DRAG bar? Really? I have never even heard of such a thing,” I remarked.
“Yeah, it’s no big deal. Just a fun show. You’ll love it,” he assured me…again.
“Dude. OK,” finally agreeing to it, skeptically.
We arrived at Noodles (laughing in my head. What a name!) and got parked in the lot behind the place. As we were walking to the front entrance, I asked Mark “So….what should I expect? What does it look like in there?”
Mark told me it’s just like any other “gentlemen’s club” with a few small side stages and a main stage. The dancers do their show, not really showing….everything….but just a tease. “Trust me,” he said. “I come here with my wife, dude. Relax. Nobody is going to turn gay tonight.” And we both laughed.
Now, Mark doesn’t know this about me. Nobody has ever known it. But when I was in high school, I experimented a little with another boy. Neither of us had ever done it before. We had girlfriends, but were curious. So over a summer, we tried different things. Maybe I will write more about that in another story, but this isn’t the time. Needless to say, I did enjoy the sensation of touching and feeling another guy. I think the whole thing was made more exciting because we knew it would always be kept secret and it would not turn us off from being heterosexual. Just some innocent curiosity between good friends. Neither of us was attracted to males, only fascinated with the male part. We never kissed or anything like that. We simply wanted to experiment – feel something different. When we stopped experimenting, having settled our curiosities, we both moved on to strictly heterosexual relationships, marriage, etc. But I have to say – as Mark and I were walking into that club, my cock was rising in my jeans.
Mark led the way in and we stopped in a foyer to pay the cover. The girl taking our credit cards welcomed us to Noodles and asked if we had been there before. Mark let her know that he had, but that it was my first time. She smiled big and proceeded to tell me how everything works. “When you go in, someone will show you to a table. Then she will take your drink order and handle any request you might have. A lot of our guests have favorite dancers that they ask for, so your server can get them for you if you want a private show. On the main floor, you are not allowed to touch the performers at all. They will be walking by you and may sit down to talk to you though. They will encourage you to try a private dance, but you do not need to feel obligated if you don’t want to. It’s perfectly fine to just watch the show and have your drinks. If you do decide to ask one of our girls (and we DO insist that you refer to them as girls) for a private dance, it is $50 for fifteen minutes. When you are in a private room, you are allowed to touch your dancer anywhere you want – over her clothes. She can take off everything except her panties. So if she has a bra on, you can touch it, but not inside it. If she takes her bra off, then her tits are fair game,” she laughingly said. “It’s understood that they can touch you anywhere – over your clothes (which you CANNOT take off), but you can ask them not to if that is your preference. Any questions?”
I thought for a second. “Nope,” and I nervously laughed. Then the doorman nodded, smiled and opened the main door.
We were greeted by Jessica, and I thought to myself, “T-girls always give themselves the cutest names.” She was tall, thin, dark hair, blue eyes, pretty smile, but I was not really “moved” by her face. Jessica’s body, however, was a 10. Very nice legs and magnificent breasts. Perfectly round and firm, they looked real… “actually better than real,” I wittingly corrected myself. She was wearing a schoolgirl skirt and tight top that was unbuttoned, showing off her massive cleavage, knee-high stockings and cute, kitten heels. I turned to Mark and raised my eyebrows. He smiled and did the same thing as he nodded back at me.
As Jessica was showing us to our table, upfront, near the main stage, I looked around and really took this place in. Dimly lit, except for the spotlights on the stages. People in silhouette, sitting at tables watching dancers on platforms like I had seen dozens of times. I don’t know what I expected to see, but the girls dancing just looked like every other stripper in every other gentlemen’s club. Hot bodies. Long, sexy hair. High heels and lingerie. Bending over, grinding themselves on the pole and touching themselves as any other exotic dancer would. And I really didn’t notice any sort of big bulge in any of their panties. Whether that was by design (taped under them?) or if they just weren’t very big, I could not tell. They looked like girls. And they were fucking sexy.
As we sat down and gave Jessica our drink order, I leaned over and asked Mark, “So…do you have any favorites?”
Mark just laughed and said, “Not really. We’ haven’t ever gone to one of those private shows. Pretty sure Dena would never look at me the same,” making both of us laugh.
I turned my attention back to the main stage, finally just letting it go about the thing in the front of their panties. I figured if I can’t see it, why fixate on it? They were up there performing and I was going to miss what they were really WANTING me to see. So for the first time since walking in, I decided to just buy into the fantasy and allow myself to be attracted instead of distracted. That turned out to be a very good self-talk as my eyes focused and traveled up the body of the sexiest dancer I had ever seen. Absolutely gorgeous. When my eyes had feasted on her body, I became completely mesmerized by her face. She was young. No way she was over twenty-five years old. The girl looked like my eighties crush, Heather Locklear.
Having just told myself to let it go with the fixation of “does she look real”, I was once again in that place. I stared at her face. Studying everything. Soft jawline and beautiful eyes and lips. I was stunned. And it absolutely DID NOT matter what might or might not be in her panties. I turned to Mark and just said “Gaaawd man! She is amazing!” Platform heels, accentuating her beautiful calves and thighs. Tan and shiny from lotion or oil. Short, black, very low cut, sleeveless dress with a zipper all the way down the front, which she was slowly pulling down.
The strip tease has always been my favorite. If a stripper comes out already in lingerie, it really doesn’t arouse me as much as watching a girl take off her clothes. And you could be damn sure I was going to pay for a private show with THIS girl. Jessica brought us our drinks, and I am pretty sure she saw me rubbing myself under the table. I laughed to myself at the thought of it. “Oh well, I am sure she sees plenty of it,” I thought. Still, I felt a bit embarrassed when I asked her the girl’s name on the main stage.
“That’s Amber. Would you like her to come over after her set?” she asked.
I nodded, yes and asked, “If I want a private show, could my friend come with me?”
Jessica smiled, looked at me, then to Mark, then back to me and said, “Of course!”
When she walked away, Mark’s eyes were huge. “You want to do a private thing?” he asked.
“Uh, yeah. You bet your ass I do,” I quickly replied.
It seemed way too long for her set to end. But when Amber came off stage, I was excited to see Jessica talking to her and pointing in our direction. I watched as Amber slid her dress back on and fixed the zipper to the top, then walked away from the stage towards the bar. Apparently, the bartender knew her preferences and had a flute of champagne ready. This vision of mine took a deep breath, heaving her gorgeous breasts, and quenched her thirst in two quick gulps of her sweet, sparkling wine.
When Amber got close to our table, I felt such a relief and a little sense of amazement that I was the only one (or at least the first) to ask her to join a member of the guests on the main floor. As she got close to our table, I gestured to a seat next to me, smiled (probably way too eagerly) and declared aloud, “Fantastic show!” Amber sat down next to me, crossed her legs, gave me a smile that absolutely melted me inside. Outside of the harsh spotlight, Amber’s youthful appearance was even more youthful. My age estimation was revised to probably twenty-one years old. Watching every gesture and captivated by her lips as she spoke. This absolutely perfect, feminine, young girl.
“Thank you! Have you been here before?” she asked.
“No” I replied, a bit loudly over the music. “My friend Mark said I would love it, though. He was right. Your set blew me away…so to speak”, making her laugh.
“My God, she’s beautiful,” I thought.
“Well thank you, again,” she replied sincerely. Then Amber leaned forward to address me more personally. “Jess told me you were interested in some private entertainment. Is that right?” she asked.
“Yes. I want to. But I need to make sure my buddy is cool with it,” I said, then looking over at Mark. He was nodding absurdly.
“Yes. I am in,” he smilingly exclaimed.
Amber reacted to Mark’s obvious positive gesture with a giggle and said “Give me five minutes to set things up, and someone will bring you over.”
Waiting for our chaperone to escort us to the private room seemed to take forever. In the meantime, we were treated to the artistic efforts of Britney on the main stage. She was definitely cute, but I was having a difficult time keeping myself interested (you know what I mean) by watching her. Finally, Jessica showed up and announced that our room was ready, and that we can follow her.
Our private room was in the back of the club. A little stage with a pole, and a small sofa. I guessed the five minutes were used to run my credit card, I laughingly remarked to myself. Jessica directed us to the sofa and let us know that one round of drinks was included with a private show and checked to make sure we were good with what we were already drinking.
“Yes! Absolutely!” I replied.
As Jessica headed off to bring us fresh cocktails, gorgeous Amber made her entrance. “Hello boys!” she announced.
Amber walked over to the little stage under the spotlight and leaned her back against the pole. I was mesmerized as she looked over at us on the sofa. Sexy, little Amber bent one of her legs, grabbed the heel of her stiletto and wedged it behind her butt and the pole. Then we watched as she bent all the way down to the floor, letting the foot behind her travel all the way up the pole into splits. She was head down and spread as wide as a girl can be. Gorgeous blond hair fell all the way to the floor. Amber’s hand went to the zipper on the top of her dress. And I watched, captivated, as she unzipped it, letting it fall off of her upside down.
“Now that is a tease” I was thinking. I felt a hand on my arm. Distracted for a second, I looked to see Jessica putting my drink in my hand. “Wow! Attentive service here,” I marveled to myself.
As if on queue, knowing our time together would not be interrupted again, Amber slid her leg down the pole and enchanted us with her almost completely naked form, once again on two sexy legs. I was hoping, really hoping, she would take her bra off. But she was a vision under the spotlight no matter what. That smile. She knew she was so in control…of me, for sure. She gestured for me to stand up, so I did, and took a step towards her.
“You know the rules,” Amber said, “No touching under the clothes.”
I nodded in understanding.
Then Amber whispered in my ear “I could use a little help with the bra,” she giggled.
“Fuck yes,” I thought. I ran my hands over Amber’s perfect tits, feeling the soft lace of that bra, then across her back, finding the clasp.
“Mmm, you know what you’re doing,” she teased. Only took a few seconds to unhook the strap. I gently lifted it off her shoulders. Then I rubbed my hands up Amber’s body to caress her breasts, and let her bra fall to the floor. I looked down at her. That beautiful face and incredible body. I wanted to be able to remember every detail. “Go sit back down and we’ll have some fun,” she whispered.
I moved back to the sofa and reclined next to Mark as Amber stepped over to us. She got over to where we were sitting and nudged my leg with her knee. I looked sort of quizzically at her and wondered what she was doing. Amber motioned with her head for me to scoot closer to Mark, so she could be in the center, equally accessible to us both. I got it and slid myself over until Mark and I were right next to each other. “If either of us had worried about personal space between two guys, well, that sorta went out the window when he brought me to a drag bar,” I smiled and thought.
Amber positioned herself with one leg between mine and one between Mark’s. She leaned forward and braced herself on her arms, putting those gorgeous tits in our faces. I had no cares about what Mark might or might not be doing, but my hands were busy. One on the back of Amber’s leg, caressing my way up to her beautiful, smooth ass, while the other was on the front of her thigh moving slowly, but purposefully towards the front of her panties. As soon as my hand in front reached the leg band of her lace thong, Amber moved from in between Mark and me to just in between my legs. A simple little step, but it let me know I was doing something she liked. I placed my hands on both of Amber’s sexy legs and continued my skin exploration. One went back to feeling her smooth butt.
The rules were “outside the clothes”, but a g-string left a lot of room in the margins. So I had no hesitation about touching that little rosebud I found back there. My other hand, in front, was not going to be stopping at the leg band of her panties anymore. I didn’t care what Mark saw or thought. I was going to feel that thing.
“Oooh there it is,” I whispered to myself. Amber’s lace panties were excellent at hiding it, but I couldn’t believe that it was so big. Touching her there was definitely making it more noticeable though. Still, I was amazed that it was not visible before. I rubbed it and squeezed it. And felt Amber get really hard in my hand.
Amber leaned down and whispered in my ear, “If you want to suck me, take it out the side of my panties, but don’t make it obvious,” she warned.
I casually slid a finger inside her panties and felt the head of her cock. I pushed it down until it found its way out the side of her soft, sexy, red g-string. I was being careful not to “make it obvious.” I took her in my mouth as far as I could. Once she knew I couldn’t get to any more of her, Amber started moving her hips side to side in a way that would appear to be a normal tease – rubbing it in someone’s face – back and forth, as she slowly fucked my mouth. Feeling her dick in my mouth awakened so much desire in me. I wanted to suck this beautiful, young girl until she came.
“Unfortunately, that was not going to happen. Not now anyway. And not here,” I thought, regrettably. After probably fifteen or twenty seconds, she pulled herself out of my mouth and I agonizingly watched her cock go back into hiding, behind the lace.
Amber leaned down and whispered in my ear “did you like that?” she said with a smile.
“Yes. You are incredible,” I whispered back. My hands once again began gliding up and down the backs of her thighs and magnificent ass.
Amber sucked my earlobe in between her lips for a second, then said “I’ll be back,” and she kissed my neck, straightened herself back up and let her hands run down my chest to my pants. She gave my cock a squeeze as she smiled and made precious eye contact with me – which seemed to bore a hole through to my soul. And then Amber turned her attention completely on Mark.
Amber put her hands on Mark’s legs and brought them together. Then she moved onto the sofa, straddling him between her legs. I watched Mark’s smile broaden as Amber leaned forward, and rubbed her beautiful tits on his face. She looked down at him and asked, “Are you having fun?”
Mark raised his head and nodded. “Yeah!” he said.
Amber looked at Mark’s hands as they laid at each side of her on the sofa and laughingly goaded him. “WELL?” she said, smiling. Next, she put her hands to both of her tits, squeezed them, then extended her arms out in an open gesture as if to say, “Here they are!”
I laughed with her as I was thinking the same thing, “Dude! Get your hands on her!”
Mark smiled, face blushed, as he tentatively put his hands on her tits. Amber’s smile left her face, and she lustfully looked into Mark’s eyes, laid her hands on his shoulders and pressed her butt into his bulge. Down. Up. Back and forth. Down. Up. Back and forth as he squinted his eyes in obvious pleasure. Mark, finally warm to the idea of touching, began massaging Amber’s breasts and rubbing his thumb across her nipples. I was so turned on, I was using my own hand to stimulate myself as I watched. I wasn’t sure if I could put my hand inside my pants, so I did the best I could grabbing and stroking it over the denim. Of course, I didn’t want to take anything away from his lap dance, but it was becoming impossible for me to sit and watch this girl without feeling her. I put my hand on Amber’s ass, felt it glide up and down as she humped him. I went lower with it until I was feeling Mark’s bulge while Amber continued grinding herself on it.
A few seconds later, I felt Amber’s body shifting to change her position. I brought my hand back and watched as Amber lowered her knees to the floor, keeping eye contact with Mark as she slid off of him, and finally settled herself with his big bulge at her face. Amber opened her mouth and lowered it to his crotch in a simulated blowjob. I didn’t see her tongue come out, but watching Amber’s lips sliding the length of his cock was so erotic. When she reached the tip of Mark’s bulge, Amber once again looked up at him, mouth agape, and licked her lips around slowly. When Amber went back for another trip down the length of Mark’s dick, I tossed out the notion of not interrupting.
“Amber could keep doing that all night, but I was going to have to feel her body,” I thought. In a split second, I was on my feet and standing behind Amber. I put my hands to her hips and pushed my bulging dick against her ass as tight as I could without hurting her (or myself). Amber responded by immediately pushing back against me, lowering and raising her butt as we simulated the sex I was having with her in my mind. Sensing no more need to pull her onto me, my hands were then free to roam the rest of Amber’s fantastic body. As I leaned down slightly, I reached one hand around to feel Amber’s cock, outside of her soft panties. I wanted all of her though. So I bent completely over and used my other hand to caress and squeeze Amber’s tits. I was in heaven.
I got to enjoy that position for only a few precious seconds before Amber decided it was time for me to take my spot back on the sofa. That horny, little Amber aggressively mounted my lap in the same position she had assumed with Mark. Her hands on my shoulders, butt grinding into my bulge. I enjoyed some good eye contact as I got my hands engaged once again on Amber’s body. I filled one hand with a firm tit and hard, little nipple. And my other hand traveled from Amber’s tiny waist to the front of her panties. Without breaking eye contact, I slid my fingers in the side of Amber’s g-string.
Amber leaned down next to my face, “We are being watched on cameras, so be very careful there,” she whispered and slid her butt back a tiny bit. Amber continued grinding on me the way she did for Mark – up, down / back and forth as my hand gripped her hard cock. The motion of her humping allowed me to give her full strokes and slide a finger over the tip each time. After a minute or so, the lights over the stage flashed and Amber leaned back down to my ear.
“That’s the one-minute warning. Our time is up, sweetheart,” she quietly said.
I squeezed Amber’s cock tight one more time and whispered, “I want to finish you so bad.”
“I know, hun. But we can’t,” Amber moaned and whispered.
With that, my first private dance at Noodles ended. Amber stood up and gave my cock a little grab once more as she smiled and turned to gather up her clothes. I had to take her in visually for as long as I could. The casual way she slipped her bra on, effortlessly reaching back to fix the clasp. The beauty of her legs, small waist, and breasts as they were becoming hidden once more under her tight dress. Amber turned to smile and give Mark and me a little wave, and then she was gone.
I turned to Mark, “Wow! I don’t think we can top that. We better go before I spend WAY too much money,” I said, laughing.
“Nooo doubt,” Mark agreed.
As we were walking out of the club, I mentioned to Mark, “You know, Lori won’t be home until Monday or Tuesday. I could definitely do this again tomorrow night if you can get away.”
Mark smiled really big, unlocked the car doors, and said, “Sunday nights are Ladies’ Night. So it can get really crazy.”
I finished fastening my seatbelt and thought, “Crazy? Hmmm. I crossed the “crazy” line about ten times tonight,” and laughed.
End of Part 1
