"Clare" - Chapter 9:- Dating Karen - “Club o-X-o” - Sex Stories

"Clare" - Chapter 9:- Dating Karen - “Club o-X-o”

... had sex with other members.

I then realised Millie was speaking…

“So the club has been going for ten years. Until the late nineteen-seventies, the building was used for shipping offices. You have to be a woman, but you don’t have to be bisexual or a lesbian to be a member here. Though it helps as most members are…”

Millie told us more, a lot more. It was clear she was proud of the club.

I pulled Karen close, partly in case my eyes betrayed how much they were undressing our host, but mainly to make sure she knew she was safe with me; that she knew she was my girl.

With the manager still talking, we followed her past two sets of stairs. On our right, they went upwards into darkness, and on our left, downwards towards music.

“This is the main bathroom,” Millie remarked as she opened a door on our right.

The sudden burst of light from the bathroom gave me a chance to look at Millie’s nipples. They were pressing hard through the thin jumpsuit material.

The manager caught my stare and smiled. She knew. We followed her through into the darkened rear of the building. It was a bar, come dance floor area, and it was clear that tonight it was not open.

“We don’t use this floor on Wednesdays; we like to keep it compact by just using the basement. But it is always open on Thursdays through to Saturdays or if we hold a function here.”

We returned to the entrance corridor and Millie flicked a light switch on, which illuminated the upward stairs.

“Remember ...

... these switches as you might need them if you come up here,” she said as she walked up. My eyes were staring at her tight bottom. You couldn’t miss it, as it was right in front of our faces.

My pussy moistened. I was horny, and my mind wondering if Millie liked anal play.

“Up here is a private area, and another bathroom. We only really use it for functionsand lap dances.” Millie pointed to four private booths with doors. I noticed each room was large, with a horseshoe bench seat and, interestingly, a pole in the middle.

Lap dances, I thought as Karen and I glanced at one another. I had heard of them, but I thought they only happened in gentlemen’s establishments.

“We also use this room for daytime dance and pole dancing classes. If either of you are interested, I have leaflets in the front office.”

I was interested, but I wasn’t sure I could afford it. More importantly, I asked myself if this was the sort of place I wanted to come to dance. It felt exciting, strange, enticing,and dangerous.

The club building wasn’t massive, maybe fifty feet wide, one hundred feet long, and it was dark; the upper two floors were only lit tonight with a few dull red rope lights. But there was something about it, a certain charm that made me like the place. However, one thing was for certain; it wasn’t either opulent or obsessive as the club’s name had suggested.

We finally walked towards the music and descended to the basement level, which was surprisingly fairly busy, even ...