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

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

... though the club had not been open long.

“These are our Wednesday regulars,” Millie stated. “Without them, the club would struggle to open four days a week.”

There were approximately twenty-five customers scattered around. Most seemed to be dressed in what I could only call erotic costumes and they were all women. That wasn’t a surprise, as Millie had said on our tour, “We are all girls here.” She had explained that while the club was exclusively for ladies, it was also firstly afetish club. It was apparently the only one in the South of England.

My attire fitted in perfectly, while there were five or so, other ladies wearing something similar to Karen’s little black dress. The rest wore leather, stockings, corsets, and even eccentric and outrageous attire. It made me feel strangely at home.

The basement level was quite different from the two above. First, there were the people and then there was the lighting. It was subtle and moody and seemed to bathe light in all the right places, the bar and the stage in a dull yellow, the rest an insipid red. The furniture was leather, yes, a little more opulent, but certainly not a palace. As I looked around, I imagined this place buzzing late on a Saturday night.

With Millie in the lead, we went to the bar. In doing so, I was aware of the other clientele watching us, twenty-five sets of eyes onthe newbies.

“This is Macy,” Millie said, as we stood by the bar. “I leave you in her capable hands.” Macy was working the bar. ...

... She had a pink tutu on, a white leotard, and white hold-up stockings. I tried not to grin but then remembered what I was wearing.

I ordered two large white wines; Donna didn’t want anything alcoholic as she was driving. She also decided to remain at the bar to give us space. With our newfound freedom, Karen and I sat on a leather couch near the stairs. It gave me the chance to look around, people watch and for Karen and I to talk freely.

“What do think of this place?” I asked, not knowing what I thought of the club myself.

“It feels weird. I certainly wouldn’t come here by myself,” Karen remarked and then moved closer to me.

I agreed and put my arm around her, feeling protective of my girlfriend. Yet, I couldn’t stop watching the young blonde woman wrapping her body around a pole as she danced on the stage. I hadn’t dared tell anyone, but I have always had a little thing for blonde girls. I thought of Jaz, after all, it had been her blonde pubes that had originally attracted me to her.

“She good, isn’t she?” Karen whispered.

I agreed, though I thought with a little practice I could do just as well. I hadn’t told Karen, Brenda, or for that matter, David that I used to dance to an under-eighteen national competition standard.

We just sat there, observing the young dancer go through her routine. It didn’t take long for my eyes to undress her. She only wore a small white string bikini as her top seemed to of disappeared halfway through her routine.

As she ...