KATHRYN

My Book -- CHAPTER 5

The first time I watched two girls on stage together, I'm sure my jaw dropped in awe.  Their dancer names were Megan and Celeste; two curvy French girls, both redheads.  Megan was only slightlg older than I was, maybe 22.  She had shocks of blonde highlighting her dark red, stick straight locks and a spray of freckles across her dainty little nose.  Celeste's curves were (in contrast to Megan's) paid for but looked extremely natural.  They sagged the tiniest bit, which made them seem real — a telltale sign of fake ones is that they are usually much too perky.  To this day, her boob job was one of the best I have ever seen, especially considering her age and the fact she had several children.  She was over 30 but looked more like 25; extremely attractive in a 50s pinup girl way and she was in great shape.

A cover of Phil Collins' "In the Air Tonight" by Holly McNarland was the slow, erotic background song that set the stage for their passionate show.  It was Megan's actual turn on stage, and she climbed the stairs to the stage first, dressed in a black bra and g-string with a long, black, hooded cape that dazzled with silver sequins.  Celeste did not wait for her to start getting undressed, she crawled on stage in her neon blue mini-dress with her bum perked up and showing off her lack of underwear.  Megan slid down one of the poles and crawled towards Celeste and they kissed passionately.  They slowly began peeling away each other's outfits, illustrated by exaggerated licking and kissing each other all over.  Celeste always had this devilish look in her eyes complimented by a brilliant smile.  As her and Megan french-kissed seductively, completely nude, Celeste ran her hand up to pinch one of Megan's breasts.  Megan cried out briefly (more for show than anything I think) and then she giggled.

I was sitting at a table with Emily and two of our regular clients but was entranced by the lesbian lovemaking I was witnessing.  I was not the only one glued to the stage.  Men throughout the club were clapping, cheering and whistling.  The two women moved into a sexy 69 position, and from where I sat I saw Celeste shake her head enthusiastically between Megan's legs.  She tossed her hair up to frame her features and with a naughty gleam in her eyes, she licked up the inside of one of Megan's legs.

While Megan and Celeste went at it, the DJ had started a light show.  The red lights were on, coupled with the overhead strobe light.  Club 77's unique flashing lights were also on, giving the effect of cameras going off randomly all around the stage.

I let out a long, slow breath that I had been holding, so mesmerized was I by their performance.  I lit a cigarette and took a good, long drag off of it.  I can't lie — I was extremely aroused at the erotic exhibition of the two women.  
I hauled hard on my smoke, careful to blow the smoke away from our table.  

I glanced at Emily out of the corner of my eye and she raised her eyebrows at me.  She was obviously just as awestruck as I was (though I'm sure not turned on as I was, Emily has never expressed sexual interest in women).  Often, we could tell what the other was thinking just by looking at one another but I wasn't so sure she would be up for what I had in mind.  It's one thing to get up in front of a room full of strange men and strip but a completely different scenario to get naked and have your pussy licked.

The attention the girls were getting on stage turned financial — guys laying down with money in their mouths as tips.  Celeste and Megan would slink sexily over to each gent, then drape themselves over him.  They teased him with their boobs and kissed and licked each other right in the guys' faces.  The grand finale finish each tipper received was an up close and personal view of one of the girls licking the other's pussy.   Then the bill was amazingly picked up by a wet pussy off their face.  Having conquered most of my fear of the strip club spotlight, I wondered whether I could pick up tips like I had just witnessed Megan and Celeste doing...and also which of my girls would be up for some girl-on-girl action.

Crushing out my cigarette in the ashtray, I couldn't help the naughty, amused grin from spreading across my face as I envisioned Emily and I on stage together.  We knew each other so well and were very comfortable being affectionate...Although our affection was purely platonic, and not sexual...I was sure that two blondes together would cause just as much of a stir as the two redheads had, if not more.

"Mesdames et messieurs, je vous presente la tres jolie Megan avec sa belle copine Celeste (Ladies and gentlemen, I present the very sweet Megan and her pretty girlfriend Celeste)," intoned the DJ as the girls grabbed their outfits and tips, then pranced off the stage.  Both were completely naked except for the identical ear-to-ear smiles on their faces.  The audience exploded in thunderous clapping, rowdy cheers and catcalls as they made their exit.