"Happy Birthday," the bouncer handed me back my licence, which I put in my wallet, and went in.
"What'll it be?" The bartender dropped a coaster in front of me, so I sat down, and looked over the selection of beers.
"Uh, how about a Mickey's?" I'd never seen it on tap before, a fine malt-liquor, I'd heard. From my black friends, and white rap fans, I'd gotten drunk with.
"Well," a woman came up, and sat right next to me, "Since there's no policy of free drinks on your birthday, let me get that for you. Congratulations."
"Thanks, sip!" I licked my lips, and set the frothy mug down. "I never had someone buy me a drink before." But I heard, this is the place. Lay-Ds, where every night is Lady's Night, according to the commercial. "Honestly, I never understood the whole bar-scene, so I thought I'd try it out."
"Well, that explains why I'd never seen you in here before." She laughed, and finished putting her pocketbook in her purse, she leaned in. Again, intimately, and even while I get the feeling that I'm being hit on, it's a nice feeling. I bit odd, but in the back of my mind. While we make small talk, and she shows more than a little cleavage down the front of her low neckline. Set into motion with a shrug, "It beats drinking alone."
That's what this place is for, from what I hear. "My folks met in a bar, and my grandparents. Aunts, and uncles, I guess you could even say it's a family tradition, I just never got it." A place for women to pick up men. Single men, who want to stay single, they can come here too. Alcohol being a social lubricant, I don't know, but I'd thought about it over the past 3 years. Ever since I was old enough to vote, buy porn, and "I don't know."
"Well, how do you like it so far?" She touched my sleeve, and rubbed my arm through it. Getting closer, and her voice lower. Even more sultry, I looked around, and saw that all eyes were on me. Well, except the bartender, who I have to say is what you'd call a Specimen. Speciman? The bouncer too, of course. Large, muscular, intimidating. Bald, and barrel chested with a mustache like a walrus, or a bare-knuckled boxer.
Other than that, all women. All looking at me, and the woman next to me. "I just got here, but. Comfortable?" I sat back, then caught myself on the edge of the bar. The backless bar-stool. "Uh, you want to get a booth, or something?"
"Yeah." She took her martini glass, filled with something dark, translucent, but reddish brown, and a cherry floating in it. Instead of an olive, or a twist of citrus zest.
"What are you drinking?"
"Oh," she swirled it on it's base, but didn't take a drink, so I sipped mine, and set it down. With the foam from the tap broken down to a few bubbles clinging to the side. "I don't have a name for it yet. Try it?"
"Okay," I figured if she was going to drug me? No, don't be silly, but that's why I decided to come here. I'm not what you would call a lady's man, but it tasted. "Weird., but I like it." Sweet, and bitter, but not fruity. She nodded, and chewed the cherry. I didn't know what to say, so I took another sip.
She gently plucked the stem out, without touching her lipstick, and set it on the napkin. Tied in a knot, with her tongue, she sipped it from the straw, and set it down with a smile. "Well, I like it."
"It's an acquired taste." I nodded. "Like beer, cigars... Getting hit on." There, I said it.
"Anybody ever tell you you're adorable when you blush?" She scooted over, and put her arm around me. "Don't be nervous."
"I'm not, I just. Huh, I never done this before." I've, or, I'd? What's wrong with my grammar, I'm lying. I'm lying through my teeth, I'm nervous as hell, I have no idea what to do, or to say, but that's what you came here for, isn't it? Aggressive women, that make all the moves, and like wimpy guys that don't come on too strong, because they own the place. Run the place, and hire men like that. Beefcake, he looks like a stripper, a male one, and I don't know whether to believe the stories I've heard about it getting wild here, but at the same time I remember the video I saw on Dancing Bear.
"Relax, have another drink?"
"I think, I'll try one of your's." It's just weird having her hand on my leg, and all the women turned around. Some of them even got up, and came over. From behind me to sit down, or stand around in front of us. Talking, and looking jealous?
She held up 2 fingers, and the Chippendale's guy got started pouring them together in a shaker. Setting up glasses, with cherries, and she kissed my cheek. I felt the greasy mark on my cleanshaven skin, but she kept going down my neck. Breathing down my collar, and feeling me up. I'm okay, I'm fine with this. It's okay, relax. Have another drink, and stop being so scared of this.
What are you afraid of? "Huh, you can touch me too." She took my hand, and put it right down the front of her dress.
"Huh!" No bra on, at least I don't feel any bra, but they're surprisingly warm, soft, and smooth. That's something I didn't suspect, how smooth, and poreless her skin felt, compared to the rough hairy coarse skin I feel all over.
Not for the first time, I wonder what women see in men, or gay men for that matter. Now, I have to wonder what she sees in me? She called me adorable, for blushing, and "I'm Mike."
"Huh, Twila."
"You want to get out of here?"
"Sure," she let me out, and helped me up. "I thought you'd never ask." She didn't grope me, right in front of everyone. She just pushed my hardon up in my pants. So it wasn't sticking straight out, and I hunched a little at the dry cotton rubbing the head hard, but before I ejaculated prematurely, I just felt a single drop leak out the tip. "Come on."
The bartender followed us, carrying both our drinks. "Where?"
"There's a room back here." I jumped when she pushed me. Gently, but by the seat of my pants.
"A bedroom?" I looked around.
"Well, we call it the drunk tank." The bartender chuckled, and set down the martini glasses by the bed. "So, you can sleep it off if you need to pass out, but you two have fun."
He pulled the door, even as Twila's fingers worked their way down the buttons from my collar. With remarkably quick skill. "Huh, there's rubbers in the bedside."
Between the 2 beds, but it's not like a bedroom, people live in. A boy's room, or a girl's room, there's no closet, dresser, or anything but the 2 beds, with a nightstand.
One nightstand between them. "Huh, huhahah?"
"What?"
"2 beds, one nightstand." She held my arms, and felt my chest through my undershirt.
"Hihnuhuh!" Giggling, and jiggling against my back. "Yeah, I never saw it as that before, but you're right." She found the top of my pants, and got them open with the same rapid ease with which she unbuttoned my shirt. Kissing my neck, and breathing down my collar again, but that broke the ice. So, I could relax, and just picked a bed.
Interesting, that one's made up with pink sheets, the other in baby blue, so I picked the former. After all, it's is Lady's night, and I am playing the Lady's man.
Turning around, and laying back. Watching her dance out of the dress. With no music, I'm struck by how easy it is to just pinch the shoulder straps, and lift it up. So, she could throw some shimmy in with her hips.
Her bright yellow underwear, and her tight muscular abs. Flexing, with her gyrating hips, then sucking in with a breath, and a sigh. That gave me some time to unwrap the rubber, and roll it on, but the best part was when she stuck her arms straight up. The waist stretched out, then fell with her breasts dropping out. Bouncing under the skirt? Is it still called a skirt when it's attached to the top in a dress?
Sure enough, she had no bra on, but teased me a little more. Turning away, but looking back. Covering up her chest, but shaking her hips so her ass jiggled in the seat of her bright yellow panties, then laying out the dress across the blue sheet on the other bed.
Navy blue, and gold, really set off her hair, and her eyes. The deeply tanned skin, with no lines, and just the curve of one breast from the side, but her thumbs slipping in the waistband to pull them out over her hips. Her womanly hips, "God, you're, so. Curvaceous." Shaking my head, and my mouth gone dry. I tried to swallow the lump in my throat, but washed it down with that drink.
I don't care what it's called, but I like it. I like it all. It's an acquired taste, but it doesn't take that long to get used to. Even enjoy, but the sight before me sure makes it easy.
"Uh!" She pinched the tip, with a rubbery slip.
"You have to save a place for your wad."
"I forgot."
"It's all right." She got on, straddling me, and sat down on my hips. Pinning me, and running it up and down the crack between her legs. I don't want to call it a vagina, nor a pussy. Cunt, twat, or whatever, I just wish there were a better term between the clinical, and the raunchy, but her sex. Her hot wet slippery sex. "You can touch me."
"Sorry." Gladly, taking two handfulls of soft smooth warm womanly flesh. Breast flesh. "Uh, huh? Huh, sorry."
She frowned, but then shook her head, and smiled. "Huh!" Sighed, heavily in my hands, and on my hips. "It's all right. For your first time."
"You're not satisfied?"
"Huh, no but thanks." I had to scoot over, so she could turn, and lay down against the wall. Kiss my neck, and pull my arm up, to rest her hair on like a pillow. "You don't mind, if we cuddle for a while?"
"You don't mind if I touch you some more?" I'm sure I'll get it up again, right away, "I just need a minute. I'll last longer, the next time. I promise."
"Down here." She put my hand between her legs.
"I don't know what to do."
"I know." She kissed my neck again, "But you'll learn."