It was late Saturday night when we arrived. We had spent the evening getting ready, taking pictures and looking at/responding to people who had replied to our booty call on craigslist – girly fun.
We walk into a mostly deserted club – with only the front of the stage filled with men, and the darker corners of the club being enjoyed by patrons that were getting not-so-private attention. With the music throbbing in the pink and black lighting, I was stepping out of my reality and into that delicious place where all my responsibilities fall away, and I am some wild, ageless creature.
Misty looked beautiful in her zebra dress, and the glow of the lights making her that exotic mystery that never ceases to turn me on. We sit, and look at each other – I want to burn this moment into my mind – smiling, I kiss her. Sometimes in public she looks almost shy. It’s totally adorable. I think it is because of all the men around.
The waitress comes and asks us for our order. It is a one drink minimum. And the super odd thing about this place is that it is dry. Not a drop of alcohol. It was cold and blustery out, so we both order green tea. Which seems utterly ridiculous in this place.
“It is so nice to see a couple of ladies here!” our waitress says. Misty just smiles – so nervous about her voice, and giving herself away, and loving “passing” with people.
We watched the beautiful girls, enjoying their dancing, nakedness and cute outfits.
I was called over by one of the dancers, she was at the smaller stage, where we sitting close too.
“Hey beautiful, come up here and dance with me – I love your pink fuzzy ears! You are a pretty pink pussy aren’t you?” (yes I was wearing hot pink, fuzzy, kitten ears)
I politely declined, but it was fun to be asked.
We enjoyed the sights and sounds and then went home and danced with each other. My favourite part.
One from the archive. 💗