Girl's Night (closed)

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"Alright guys, let's give it up for Roxy," the Dj's voice blared over the pounding rhythm of the music. "Next up on the main stage is Vixen."

Kimmie, otherwise known as Roxy, made her way through the curtains at the back of the main stage, her bra in one hand and her g-string in the other. The only clothes she was actually still wearing were the garter around her right thigh, which held several bills of various denominations, and her knee high, black boots. She gave Stacy, also known as Vixen a sly smile as they passed, then made her way to the dressing room where she quickly slipped her g-string and bra back on, then pulled on a pair of daisy duke shorts.

After taking a second to fix her makeup and her hair, the diminutive dancer made her way out onto the floor of Diamonds, the so called gentlemen's club where she had worked for the last year. It was a Saturday night, the busiest of the week, and the place was packed, which was good. More customers meant more dances, and more dances meant more money in her garter.

"Okay, Roxy, time to make some men lose their minds," she said to herself as she made her way between the closely arranged tables toward one of her regular customers who was seated in the back corner of the club.


Kimmie's Appearance: http://i1035.photobucket.com/albums...d-f794-451b-9e51-88e15ffbc564_zps8ddcefd3.jpg
 
Said regular customer had a girl with him this time... and Melissa couldn't decide whether she found this whole thing gross, exciting, or just plain nerve-wracking.

She had come here with Dustin because it was his birthday, and because she wanted to show him that she wasn't a clingy jealous type. She didn't want to seem possessive of him... but at the same time, she knew what kind of things went on at these clubs. So she had asked if she could go with him... to celebrate. Yeah, that was it.

To her surprise, he had agreed, even telling her how cool she was for being cool with this. She just hoped she wouldn't regret this by the time the night was over.

She looked up to see a dancer approaching their table, and frowned. What was happening now? She'd never been to a strip club before, and so had no idea what was going on next...
 
Dustin had been coming to the club on a pretty regular basis for the last seven or eight months, and while he liked to get dances from several different girls, Kimmie was the one he'd spent the most time with, and the most money on. He was very generous with his money, which was why every time he came in, Kimmie made sure to make a beeline to his table. And if he was a little handsier than the average guy, she could deal with that.

This time as she approached the table Kimmie realized that there was already a girl sitting with Dustin, but it took her a second to realize it wasn't another dancer. She was attractive enough to be a stripper, but based on her clothes and her body language she not only wasn't a dancer, but wasn't comfortable in such an establishment.

Maybe she was Dustin's girlfriend? If so, he wouldn't be the first guy to bring his girlfriend in to the club. Some guys brought girlfriends in to reassure them that what went on in the club wasn't as bad as they feared. Some because they hoped their girlfriends would see the dancers and somehow magically become sexier and more aggressive. Others brought their girlfriends in because there girls were bi and open to threesomes.

Whatever the reason, Kimmie was a little surprised that Dustin had chosen to bring his girlfriend, considering how grabby he was with the dancers when he came in and how much he liked to proposition the girls.

"Hey, sweetie, how have you been?" Kimmie said to Dustin as she slid into the chair next to him, on the opposite side of the table from his female companion. She resisted her normal urge to lean in and give her patron a kiss on the cheek and let her hand touch his leg, not wanting to anger his girlfriend, in case she was the jealous type.

"Who's your friend?" she asked with a smile in the girl's direction.
 
Dustin flashed Kimmie a charming grin. "Been wonderful, sweetheart. Sorry I haven't been in for a week or so. Life's crazy, you know." He didn't reach out to put his hands on her waist as he normally might have, but he did raise a foot and play a bit of footsie under the table with her.

Melissa didn't miss that move, and she felt her stomach clench a bit. Just how friendly was Dustin with this particular dancer -- Roxy, the DJ had called her. Not that she could blame him -- Roxy was pretty hot for a girl. Petite but with nice perky breasts, a set of hips that just begged you to put your hands on them, a few tattoos that just seemed to make her look daring, ready to try anything...

Stop ogling her, she told herself. You're not bi. And yet she couldn't take her eyes off the dancer.

"This is my girlfriend, Melissa," Dustin introduced. "She's taking me here for my birthday. Aren't you, baby?"

"Yeah," Melissa replied, still looking at Roxy.

"Heh... what's the matter, baby? Never seen a stripper before?"
 
Sensing the awkwardness of the moment, Kimmie quickly jumped in, "It's nice to meet you, Melissa. You are even more beautiful than Dustin said."

The truth was Dustin had never even mentioned that he had a girlfriend. He was always bragging about his sex life, talking about this girl that he fucked, or this chick that he hooked up with at some party, or this ex-girlfriend who was always sending him nude pics, etc. But the fact that he had a current girlfriend had never seemed to come up as he was grabbing Kimmie's ass or pressing his face between her tits.

So why bring her in to the club? Knowing Dustin the way she did, the dancer figured that most likely it was a combination of his over inflated ego and some half-hearted hope that he could get Melissa interested in a threesome with one of the girls. Kimmie glanced over at the attractive young woman across from her and decided that she would totally be up for a threesome with Melissa, as long as the third wasn't Dustin.

"Have you ever been to a strip club, Melissa?" she asked scooting her chair closer to the other girl and away from Dustin.
 
At least Roxie was nice... she'd expected her to either be cold and standoffish, or immediately draping herself all over Dustin. It was nice to see her be friendly, especially to her.

"No, never," she replied. "The closest I've gotten is watching them on TV shows, like CSI. Though you know how realistic those shows are." She said that last with a laugh.

Her gaze drifted down over the dancer's body. Again she was struck by how attractive she was... and that if Dustin was coming here to see this dancer in particular, she could understand why. If she were gay she knew she'd want a private dance with this girl...
 
Kimmie was so accustomed to people checking her body out that she almost didn't notice that Melissa was most definitely letting her eyes roam. But was she doing it because she saw Kimmie as competition, kind of sizing her up, or was Melissa actually attracted to other women? She certainly wouldn't be the first bi or bi-curious girl that the diminutive dancer had met in her time at the club. At least 75% of the strippers had been with other girls, and several of the waitresses that Kimmie knew had experimented.

But if Melissa was interested in other girls, did Dustin know? Probably not, or he would have brought her in a long time ago. Then again, Kimmie didn't really know how long the two had been dating.

"It's not quite as glamorous as some shows make it seem, or as seedy as others make it look," the exotic dancer commented, grinning at the other girl. "So how long have you and Dustin been going out?"
 
"About a month," she replied. "My co-worker introduced me to him, and we kind of hit it off."

She wasn't sure how long it was going to last, though. One of his exes had said that he tended not to keep girlfriends for long, though she wondered if she'd be able to make him settle down long-term. She was starting to suspect not.

"Relax, baby-girl," Dustin laughed. "Lighten up. This is supposed to be a fun night." He patted her shoulder. "Hey Roxie, why don't we have a private dance? Maybe that'll loosen Mel up a bit, huh?"
 
Despite the fact that Melissa said that she and Dustin had hit it off right away, Kimmie had the distinct impression that the two had very little in common. She also had the feeling that Melissa had very recently begun to discover that for herself.

"Hey Roxie, why don't we have a private dance? Maybe that'll loosen Mel up a bit, huh?" Dustin suggested loudly and obnoxiously.

Kimmie smiled coyly to cover the fact that she felt a bit awkward with entire situation. It wasn't the first time she'd had a guy bring his girlfriend in but there was something different about the dynamic here. Something she couldn't quite put her finger on.

"Sure, let's do it," Kimmie finally answered, standing up. "Are you coming along, sweetie?" she asked, glancing over at Melissa.
 
"Um, I guess," she replied, standing up. "It is Dustin's birthday, so it's kind of his night to call the shots."

How was this even going to work? Would she just sit there and watch while Dustin got a lap dance or whatever? Would he try to get Melissa to dance as well? Would Roxie try to give HER a dance? Somehow that last option didn't sound half-bad.

"How does this work anyhow? I mean, I know how a lap dance works, I'm not naive..."
 
As Dustin stood, Kimmie moved around the table and took hold of Melissa's hand, leading her through the crowded, noisy club, toward the back, "Don't you worry, when I'm done with you, you're going to be an expert. We'll go back to one of the private rooms and get comfortable on the couch, okay?"

There were 10 private 'rooms', which were actually more like dark cubicles with couches. A bouncer stood at the entrance, primarily to make sure the guys knew that the dances weren't free-for-alls. Luckily there was an empty couch, so they didn't have to wait for a room.

"You two just have a seat right here," Kimmie instructed motioning toward the black leather couch as she released Melissa's hand and waited for Dustin and his girlfriend to seat themselves.
 
Melissa sat down, and Dustin nestled in beside her and took her hand. "You'll like this, baby," he assured her.

Melissa just gave him a look. How did he just assume she'd like this? Did he think all girls were bi or something? Why not let her decide for herself if she liked something or not?

She took a deep breath and sat back, ready to watch whatever happened. And smack Dustin if he got too grabby with the girl.
 
As Kimmie waited for the current song to end, she slipped her boots off and pushed them aside, then with her back to the couple on the couch, she shimmied out of her shorts, leaving her barefoot in nothing but her g-string and her top. She glanced back over her shoulder and noticed that Melissa looked nervous. Very cute, but nervous.

A moment later the song ended and as the DJ announced the name of the next dancer on stage, a new song began to thump through the club. Kimmie turned and move to stand in front of Dustin, swaying slightly. He spread his legs and she eased between them, then leaned over toward him, giving him a shot of cleavage as her breasts threatened to spill from her top. She didn't linger there long before pushing herself back and turning around to give him a good look at her ass.

As Kimmie bent over, she ran one hand up the back of her thigh and then to her ass, which she spanked hard before straightening back up. She reached behind her back and quickly unfastened her top, letting it slip from her arms, then, bare chested, the petite dancer turned around to show the couple her ample breasts.
 
Melissa couldn't take her eyes off the dancer. It wasn't just a matter of her being so close to Dustin either -- she was, in a word, gorgeous. She might have been on the small side, but she had a stunning body, and those breasts...

What was she doing? Looking at another woman like this? And yet she was drawn to Roxie somehow...

If Roxie was paying attention, she might notice that her breathing had grown a bit heavier, and she was staring, transfixed, at the dancer...
 
As the dance continued, Kimmie leaned forward toward Dustin, putting her hands on the couch to either side of his head, her breasts now just an inch from his face. If Melissa hadn't been there, Kimmie would have let her tits brush against her customer's face, just to tease them, but she refrained for the moment, unsure how the other woman might react.

Instead, the topless dancer once again turned her back to the couple. This time as she bent over and shook her ass for them, Kimmie slowly began to peel her g-string down off her hips. Soon her g-string was half way off her ass, but that was just another tease. Leaving her panties half down, she turned and climbed up onto the couch, her feet to either side of Dustin's hips as she stood over him, her crotch just in front of his face.

Glancing down at Melissa, Kimmie gave the other girl a quick wink before slowly pushing her g-string down to reveal her shaved pussy. Once again, Kimmie had to stop herself from doing her normal move, which would have been to push her hips forward to briefly brush her mound against Dustin's nose. Instead she just leaned forward enough to give him a whiff, then she was climbing back down off the couch.
 
Melissa just watched, not sure whether to be upset or entranced. She certainly knew what she was doing, it seemed... no wonder Dustin liked to come here. And from the way he was staring, entranced, at her breasts as she waved them in his face, he loved this very much.

"Mmmm... baby, that's it," Dustin purred, grinning up at Kimmie. "Hey baby, why don't you come a little closer?"

Melissa wanted to smack him. But part of her also wanted to ask the dancer to come over here and dance for her...
 
Kimmie turned her back to Dustin and then sat back onto his lap, grinding her bare ass against him. She immediately felt the familiar press of an erection against her ass. Most guys couldn't help it, and Dustin was no exception. She was just glad he hadn't actually started grabbing her hips and ass yet. Something told Kimmie that he wouldn't resist long, even with Melissa there.

As she leaned back until her back was pressed against Dustin's chest, Kimmie reached over and slid a hand to Melissa's leg. It was a relatively innocent, harmless gesture compared to what the dancer was doing to the other girl's boyfriend, and yet, Kimmie hoped it would bring Melissa into the moment, make her realize that she was as much a part of what was happening as Dustin was. Kimmie's hand slid up the other girl's thigh enough to be suggestive but not enough to cross a line.

Laying her head back against Dustin's shoulder, Kimmie turned to look at Melissa, then on a hunch, she reached down and took hold of the other girl's hand, guiding it slowly to her bare chest, hoping that she was right about the looks that Melissa had been giving her.
 
Melissa gasped at the sudden touch to her thigh, which sent an electric shock through her body. Okay, she admitted it... she might be bi, or at least have some bi tendencies... why else would she feel like this? It felt good, this touch.

Then she felt the bare breast under her hand, and her heart about stopped. So soft... so warm... and this was allowed? She'd thought there was a rule about touching the dancers...

Without thinking she caressed her breast, cupping it in her hand, her thumb lightly brushing the nipple. It felt good in her hand, to be honest. She wondered if Dustin had touched these... no, she didn't want to think about that. She just wanted to focus on the moment.

Dustin noticed what was happening, and Kimmie might feel his erection suddenly twitch against her ass. "Oh god... that is so hot..."
 
Kimmie cooed softly at the feel of Melissa's hand on her breasts, caressing, cupping, teasing her nipple. As if in response, she felt the bulge in Dustin's pants grow larger and harder against her ass. The dancer rocked her hips, grinding against his erection at the same time she lowered her hand back down to Melissa's thigh. This time she didn't hesitate to let her hand slip up to the top of the other girl's thigh.

"Just tell me if you want me to stop," Kimmie whispered to Melissa as she leaned closer to the other girl, her hand moving dangerously higher.
 
"I-I'm fine," Melissa said in a breathy murmur. "It's okay that I'm touching you, right?" She felt like an idiot for not knowing the rules like this... but Roxie hadn't told her to stop, so at least she was okay with it...

Emboldened, she moved her fingertips to her nipple and very lightly pinched. She knew she liked it when guys did this to her...
 
"Oh, it's so much more than okay, sweetie," Kimmie purred as she felt the other girl pinching her already swollen nipple. Still sitting on Dustin's lap, the busty stripped leaned over toward Melissa, resting her head on the other girl's chest. Then, as she stared up into the other girl's eyes, Kimmie moved her hand up between her legs until she was gently rubbing the other girl's pussy through her clothes. It was soft and subtle, but she had no doubt that the other girl had felt it.

"Fuck," she heard Dustin say, his hands now on Kimmie's hips, trying to pull her down tighter against his lap, or more specifically, against his engorged cock, the outline of which was now clearly visible along the length of his right leg.

Kimmie lifted her head off Melissa's chest and slowly moved her mouth to the other girl's, letting her lips just barely brush against Melissa's.
 
Melissa noticed the touch to her crotch, and she gasped but said nothing. God, this was wrong... and yet so right. She didn't want her to stop touching. She had no idea where this would lead, but she wanted this to keep going to whatever end point it might have.

She continued to squeeze and play with the breast in her hand, and then raised her hand to touch and caress the other. When Kimmie's lips brushed close to hers she gave the softest of moans. "Oh... oh y-yes..."

Dustin groaned deeply. "Keep going, you two..."
 
Kimmie didn't need Dustin's encouragement to keep going, not in the slightest. She was turned on now, really turned on, not the fake arousal that she sometimes used to get guys off, or the general, vague arousal she felt when she danced. This was specific, and urgent. She wanted Melissa.

Deciding she should see just how far her new friend was interested in going, Kimmie rolled off of Dustin's lap and slid over to straddle Melissa. Grinning at the other girl, the dancer leaned forward and pressed her mouth to Melissa's. As she began to make out with the beautiful young woman, Kimmie reached down and guided one of Melissa's hands over to Dustin's lap, knowing that he would need some attention to avoid getting jealous.

Her tongue slipped into Melissa's mouth as she reached down on the other side of her body and took hold of the girl's other hand. She lifted Melissa's hand up and placed it firmly on her bare ass.
 
Melissa groaned softly into Kimmie's mouth, and she slid her tongue forward to meet hers. The hand on her ass stilled briefly, then began to stroke, then slide lower to tease at her thigh. It was almost instinctual, as if she needed no coaching to kiss another woman.

She pulled away just briefly to smile at Kimmie, a silent note of approval at this. Then she moved in to kiss her again. Her free hand stroked Dustin's cock through his pants, eliciting a groan from him.

"Oh god... h-happy birthday to me, huh..." He grinned like a dork as he watched the two of them.

Melissa rather wished he weren't here... she would enjoy this session much more if it was just her and Kimmie.
 
Kimmie let herself get lost in Melissa's lips for what seemed like an eternity, ignorant of the fact that the song had ended and a knew one had begun. The other girl's lips were so soft, and her tongue was so wet, and she was reminded of how much she loved kissing other girls. Eventually, the dancer broke the kiss and rose up on her knees, her breasts rising up to press against Melissa's face.

With her tits in the other girl's face, Kimmie reached down between their bodies and once again let her fingers brush against Melissa's pussy lips through her clothes.

"I think I'm in love," she teased just loud enough for Melissa to hear.
 
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