Date: Wed, 16 Apr 2003 21:55:08 EDT
From: Lacey
Subject: Lacey's World/007a/A Night at the Club

Lacey's World


Chapter 7.  A Night at a Club


I don't usually like going on about the Clubs as the owners can get a bit
nasty if they hear you are talking behind their backs. Some strange people
can be behind the frontage of respectability. However for anyone who knows,
this Club closed several years ago, so I don't suppose it matters much now.

Unlike a lot of club cancers, I work for an Agency that gives me work every
night I wanted it, and at different clubs. It is a kind of dancing temps
agency, where the other girls and I will fill in for various reasons -
holidays, sickness, pregnancy, whatever. Every now and then I would be
working with another girl from my agency, and I soon got to know everyone
on the books, several being true-blue lezzies, like myself.

The night in question several of us were drafted in to this club for a
special reason. The usual staff had been given the night off (and on pay!)
and we were brought in as the club was closed to the public that night and
open to ticket holders only. It was a famous person's birthday bash, and
she, yes she, wanted to let her and her friends' hair down in style. A
known actress, with a musical on in London, she had lots of stage friends
as well as friends from outside the job. We were brought in as our boss was
one such friend, and knew we could keep a secret, unlike the usual staff
who would sell a good story to a sleaze newspaper quicker than a phone
call.

As it was principally a gaming club, the ticketed guests were all given
chips as the entered, to do with as they would on the tables. The
entertainments stage was in a different room from the tables, and to reach
it a guest had to travel down a corridor and pass through normally closed
doors. Everything was decorated in red velvet and red flock wallpaper, with
gold trimmings and mouldings everywhere. Very tacky, but in with the style
of the club really.

There were six of us girls as entertainers that night, myself, three other
lesbians, and two bi's. We all met in the dressing rooms with that night's
manager and gave him our music recordings, play list and dancer details. We
knew in advance who the party was for and looked forward to the crowd out
front. We knew we would get a good audience. I think it was Tina who
suggested that we ought to double up after our solo spots. Anyway that's
what we did, and having each done our opening solo dances we paired up. The
crowd out there was lively by this time and I looked forward to a good
time. I paired up with Paula, known as Poll, a 5foot 10 inch, 28 year old
brunette, with a keen sense of humour and a figure people kill for. Cathy
and Simone went on together first and we watched from the wings. They
started by undressing each other to great encouragement, and then Simone
knelt and Cathy forced her sex into Simone's face. A split second of
silence preceded a roar of approval from man and woman alike. From then on
it was 'anything goes'. Cathy pushed Sim onto her back and squatted over
her face, frigging her clit as Sim licked her puss and ass, whilst the
audience had a clear view between her open legs as she held her slit open
with one hand and fucked herself with three fingers. Then it was Cathy down
on her knees, and Sim tonguing her asshole. Finally Sim stood on one leg,
holding her other up to her body in a vertical splits, whilst Cathy licked
her slit which was stretched wide, before holding her in one hand and
finger fucking her with the other. What an opener!

Poll and I had played together before, and we both always travel with the
odd toy in our sports bags. She walked on infront of me, carrying her
make-up box, only it had been emptied in the dressing room, and re-filled
with a variety of our toys, and placed it just off-centre of the stage. I
came on and like Poll was only wearing a cache-sexe and no top. (A
cache-sexe is a tiny thong that just covers the slit to make you
legal). Poll sucked my breasts as I stroked hers'. She turned so her bum
was to the audience and bent over a little, whilst I peeled her thong
slowly down her hips and then knees, then floor. They could see how it was
firmly wedged into her crack at first, and then her brown ring and split
lips were revealed. When the thong hit the deck, she opened her legs and
bent down to retrieve it. I watched as all eyes were on her crack and ass,
as she wiped her middle finger from back to front and then back, to tickle
her ring. Then I came forward and Poll stood behind me. She pulled my thong
down to the floor and I stepped out of it, then, putting my legs apart I
leaned over backwards until I had made a bridge, with my feet and hands on
the floor and my body in an arch. Everyone could see up my waxed puss, and
Poll went over to her make-up box, selected a nice hand dildo, and came
back to me, sucking it to lubricate it. With me still in a bridge she held
the cock head to my now soaking wet entrance, and then slowly slid all 8
inches into me, until only the red and black speed controller was
visible. Then, using my dancer's skills, I slowly let my hands leave the
floor and stood up, with the dildo still inside me. That brought a round of
appreciation from those who knew what muscle it took to do it, and from
others who simply enjoyed watching a girl with a dildo in her twat. I felt
Poll behind me and opened my legs. She reached between them and took hold
of the vibrator, and slowly proceeded to extract and replace it, twisting
it one way and then the other as she did it. All eight inches slid in and
out of me as I squeezed, pinched and licked my breasts. Then I felt her
hand on my shoulder turning me side on to the audience and pushing me down
onto my knees. I flopped forward onto my breasts, leaving my bum high in
the air. Poll knelt behind me and I felt the tip of the vibe push at my
asshole. I relaxed the muscle and let it slip in, sliding in on my own
juices. The audience watched as the eight inches disappeared up my ass,
seeing the inches go in, and then come out again side-on. For the best part
of thirty second she ass fucked me, before tapping one of my cheeks and
removing it altogether. She walked over to the box, and dropped the vibe
in, then bent and picked out a two-inch thick, ten-inch long strap-on.  She
came over to me and I stepped into the harness as she held it, then she
tightened the cinches as I bit open the sachet of lube she had given me,
and then wanked its contents up and down the shaft. Poll then went to the
side of the stage and collected a ladder backed chair. Placing it in the
centre of the stage she bent over and held the back for support. I walked
up behind her and stroked her open and inviting lips with two fingers,
before slipping them inside her dripping cunt. Then I sighted the end of my
plastic cock with her entrance and pushed it in with a movement of my
hips. Her head went back and she growled a low "Ahhhhhg!" and then she
pushed back towards me until I was completely in her. Now those of you who
know me, know I have a long clit, and it was pressed up against the
frontplate of the strap-on. When she pushed back she also waggled her ass,
causing this plate to rub on me, giving me exquisite pain and
pleasure. Then my hands were on her hips and I was giving her a good
seeing-to, urged on by several well oiled members of the audience. One, a
lady, got so involved that she came up on the stage and gave Poll's clit a
fingering as I fucked her, to the greater merriment of the other
onlookers. Now as I said earlier, Poll and I have played before, and I knew
the signs of her climax approaching. Giving her everything I had I brought
her to an earth-shuddering climax after which she hung rather limply on the
end of my cock. I pulled out and she sat on the chair. I came up to her and
she took hold of the cock and sucked it, going down on it as though it were
real. After a few seconds I faked a climax as though I were a guy cumming
in her mouth and then we collected our gear and went off stage.  In the
dressing room, Poll was totally 'fucked'. She flopped into her seat and lay
face down on the make-up shelf infront of the mirror. Tina and Sarah, the
two bi's were now on stage and whilst we recovered ourselves, they did
their routine which involved getting a man and a woman up onto the stage
and sitting them on chairs. Then they rubbed various bits of themselves
over the unsuspecting victims. However, it turned out that the biters got
bit. Both their victims took over, with the woman going down on Sarah, and
the man dropping his trousers and fucking Tina. In the meantime Poll had
got her breath back and pulled me to her. Taking out a six inch strap-on,
(one of mine), she put it on and fucked me as I leaned on the shelf,
looking at my reflection in the mirror. After a minute of so I felt
something at my backdoor, and realised it was her finger. Fucking my cunt
with her cock, and my ass with her finger, she brought me to the climax I
so needed. We were both in the shower afterwards, when the Manager came in
and told us we could all join the party if we liked as *********** had
enjoyed our shows so much. Although none of us had brought our 'party
frocks' we still joined the party - well you don't give up the chance of
free drinks and meeting stage folk. Following the party both Cathy and Poll
got invitations to audition in West End Shows, and got the parts, albeit
chorus, and both have done well subsequently. However apparently my face
did not fit. Hmmmmmmmmmmmmm!