Closing Time

My buddy David keeps telling me that nothing can happen at strip clubs.
Not that they don’t, but because the slightest rumor of something
happening usually spells the end of those clubs.  I guess he has a
point.  After all, with all these religious nutcases out there trying to
force-feed their morality down everyone’s throats, the clubs have to
protect themselves from being shut down.

However, I went to this one club where things were a bit different..

On the onset, The Sunset Club was just your usual nudie club.  Neon and
black lights, girls gyrating on stage, watered down drinks, loud rock
music blasting through the speakers, waitresses who were either too old,
too strung out, too homely, or too shy to be dancers…  Been to one, seen
them all.  The girls weren’t goddesses, at least only one of them had a
boob job, and a few had pieced body parts and the usual rose or dragon
tattoos.  The rest of the girls had very natural bodies.  Some of them
seem a bit plain, but I’ve found that those are the best dancers.

Anyways, I found this one dancer that I liked.  Her name was Sarah, or
at least that was her stage name.  She looked okay.  Bottle-blond hair,
breasts that were almost a handful, beautifully trimmed dark pussy
hair.  But her eyes..  Those beautiful doe-like brown eyes.  I could
drown in her gaze.

I knew once I looked into those eyes that I wanted her.  She knew it
too.  Once she was done with her set, she came back out to thank
everyone who tipped her.  Of course, I had given her a $20 tip, so she
made sure I was the last person she thanked.

I watched her as she approached me, her big brown eyes seemed to go
right through to my heart.  She had a faint smile on her lips as she
came up to me and kissed my cheek.

"Thank you baby," she said sweetly.

"The pleasure," I replied, "was all mine.  Can I talk you into a table
dance?"

"Sure," she said.  "Here, or in the VIP area?"

"What’s the difference?"

"Well," she said as she closed her eyes, as if to recite it from memory,
"if it’s here, then I have to stand on top of the table."  Then she
opened up her eyes and looked straight at me.  "But in the VIP area, I’m
standing right in front of you.. as close as we are right now."

Not really a choice when you think about it.  I didn’t want to be
looking up at her from ankle level.

"It will cost a little more," she added, "but you and I can stay there
as long as you’re willing to pay."

I didn’t hesitate in responding.  "Let’s go."

She led me to a closed off section of the room.  The music wasn’t as
loud here as on the main floor.  Once inside, we sat down at an empty
booth.

"I have to tell you this before we go any further," she said quickly.
"The bouncers check in every few minutes.  There’re also security
cameras at both ends.  While I’m dancing, you aren’t allowed to touch me
at all."

"What about when you’re not dancing?" I asked with a grin.

She gave a faint smile.  "You’re not supposed to touch me while I’m
dancing.  If the bouncer comes by twice and sees us doing nothing but
talking, he’ll ask us to go back out to the main floor.  A dance here is
fifteen dollars, paid at the end of each song.  Four songs is fifty
dollars if you pay in advance."

"Sounds reasonable," I said as I reached into my shirt pocket for my
money.  "One question - do I get to choose which four songs you’ll dance
to?"

"Mm-hmm," she said in agreement.

I held out fifty dollars.  She pulled up her garter belt just enough to
slide it in.  Then she reached out for the knot the held her pink shirt
closed.  "Do you want me to start now?" she asked.

"Not yet," I replied.  Then I gestured to the chair next to me.

We talked for a few minutes.  Just general get-to-know-you stuff.  Turns
out Sarah started when she was in college, and eventually liked doing
what she did so much that she just kept on stripping after college.  She
said she made more money in the clubs than she ever could in her chosen
field.

I chose my four songs wisely, having her dance one song, then rest for
two, then another song.  The bouncers didn’t think anything of it, and I
was certainly getting my money’s worth.  Even though I couldn’t touch
here, Sarah certainly was able to touch me.  Just not in the ways I
wanted her to.  The occasional sweep across my face, blinding me with
her hair, gyrating her ass just millimeters away from the crotch of my
pants.

"Coming up on our third and final song for this set," announced the DJ.
"Sarah is up next."

Sarah had finished my fourth song and started to get dressed.  "Sorry,
baby, but I’ve got to go on stage next.  Will you stick around for my
show?"

I nodded.  I still had plenty of bucks to spend tonight.  But I got
anxious.  "Listen, I was wondering.. after this place closes.. can we go
for a cup of coffee or something?"

She gave a coy smile.  "Tell you what," she said.  "You got fifty
dollars on you?"

I reached into my shirt pocket and counted up the bills I had.  "Just
enough," I replied.

She guided me the entrance of the VIP area and pointed to a heavy-set
guy with a thick moustache and tuxedo shirt.  "That guy’s Wally.  You
tell him that Sarah sent you to get an After Dark card.  Give him the
money, he’ll give you a card.  He’ll tell you how to handle things from
that point.  Okay?"

I nodded.  "Sure."

She gave me a kiss on the cheek, but it was a whole lot closer to the
mouth than the cheek.  Then she hurried to the dressing room.

I didn’t know what to expect walking up to Wally.  I mean, what was
going on?  I asked Sarah if we could go out after work, and now I’m
getting some sort of membership card?

"Sarah sent you?" he asked.

I nodded.

"Wait right here," he said in a menacing tone.

A minute later, he came back with a black card in his hand.  He held his
open hand out, and I gave him the fifty dollars.  Then he handed me the
card.  It was a black plastic card that was stamped "Sunset After Dark"
on one side, and on the other had a white writing strip where the word
"Sarah" was scribbled on.

"The deejay will announce an all-girl call just before closing," he
said.  "When he does, you make your way to the far door by the men’s
room.  If there’s someone already there at the door besides the bouncer,
wait back for a minute.  We don’t want to make it look like we’re
drawing a crowd.  Show that card to the bouncer there, and he’ll let you
in.  You stay there until we come get you.  Understand?"

"Nn-hnn," I said in agreement.

"Enjoy the show," he said as he finally cracked a grin on his stoic
face.

Well the fifty dollars for the card wiped me out of the money I was
planning on spending for the night.  Fortunately, I usually keep an
extra twenty for just such a situation.  I got myself another drink, and
spent some of the money tipping Sarah when she finally got on stage.

When Sarah was finished with her set, she came back out and thanked the
audience again.  As before, she waited until she had made her way to
everyone who tipped her before coming to me.  But this time, she came up
from behind and kissed me on the cheek.

"Thanks again, baby," she whispered in my ear.  "Listen, I’ve got some
table dances to do, but I’ll see you after that, okay?"

"Sure," I said.

"Thanks, baby," she said as she kissed me on the cheek again, then
left.  The smell of her perfume lingered in my nose through the next two
songs.

Two songs turned to ten.  Sarah may not be of Playboy caliber, but she
was good enough of a dancer to keep the guys coming back for more.   The
longer I watched her perform table dances, the more I wanted her.

Before I knew it, I heard "All girls to the stage!  All girls to the
stage!  You know what time it is, so get your cute asses out on stage!"

Well, I knew that was my cue.  I left the empty beer mug at the table
and slowly made my way towards the men’s room.  I watched as a
red-haired balding guy was let into the nondescript door just at the end
of the hallway.  I waited a few seconds, then walked up the bouncer.

Behind the bouncer was a fire door, so if anyone asked, he could say he
was simply making sure nobody was trying to get out and set off the
alarms.  I showed him my black card.  He looked at it, then looked at
me.

"You don’t look like a Sarah," he said jokingly.

I laughed nervously.

He handed me back the card and opened the door.  "Just wait in there
until we come get you.  And don’t make too much noise."

I walked through the doorway.  The room was lit by just one bare lamp
sitting at the end of the room.  The red-haired balding guy was there,
along with four other guys and myself.  I found a seat by the door and
parked myself in it.

We all exchanged first names, then quietly I said "Listen, this is my
first time here.. I don’t know what’s going on.."

The balding guy, who called himself Rick, explained it to me.  "It goes
something like this:  This club used to be a high-priced brothel.
Members were given these black cards and the guys would get their pick
of the ladies.  The cops shut it down about ten years ago.  But the
owner’s brother bought the place and re-opened it as strictly a strip
club a couple of years ago.  The deal he has with the city is that
nothing improper is supposed to go on while the club is open for
business.  So until closing time, everything has to be by the book."

"And.. after closing time?" I asked.

He shrugged.  "Anything goes."

We sat there in silence as we heard the deejay play the last song
interspersed with his crude comments about each of the dancers.  I was
familiar with an "all girl call" show before.  Basically, it meant all
the girls would come to the stage for one final group dance before
closing.  It was supposed to prevent guys from propositioning the
dancers, although there was nothing stopping us from doing that before
the final song.

Then we heard "Okay guys, that’s all for the Sunset Club tonight.  On
behalf of the management, and all the girls, and, of course, yours
truly, we urge you to drive home safely tonight and dream pleasant
thoughts of your visit here.  Remember, the Sunset Club is open every
Monday through Saturday, four until two in the morning.  We hope you
enjoyed your visit here, and that you come by again real soon.  Good
night!"

>From that point on, time seemed to move slowly.  We all sat there,
listening to the sound of customers being herded to the door, and the
sound of waitresses as they cleared the tables of mugs and beer cans.
There was a brief crackling sound as we heard the sound system shut
down, and the sound of a vacuum cleaner as the floor was being cleaned.
Every so often, we heard a female voice say good-night, and I
desperately hoped at each time that it wasn’t Sarah saying good-night
and leaving me in the club.

It seemed like an eternity had passed, but finally Wally came though the
door.  "Okay, listen up," he said.  "In a few minutes, the boss will be
leaving.  Then, we’ll be able to let you back out to the main floor.  I
know there are some of you who are new, so I’ll give you a quick rundown
of the rules.

"Once the boss and the housemother have left, it’s anything goes between
you and the dancers.  You can go anywhere in the club that’s not
locked.  The bar and the taps will be shut down, but you can have all
the water and soda you want.  We’ll have some plastic cups set out for
you.

"I’ll be here, along with one other bouncer, to make sure you guys don’t
wreck the place or piss on the floor.  Right now, all the tables and
chairs are being pulled aside for tomorrow’s cleaning.  If you pull a
chair or table out, put it back when you’re through.

"We’ve unlocked the condom machine in the men’s room, so if you need a
rubber, help yourself to them.  Just don’t use them as fuckin’ balloons,
allright?  Also, throw them away when you’re done.  Don’t leave them on
the floor.  We’ve had some problems with that.

"One other thing, and this important:  Whatever goes on from this point
on, STAYS inside the club.  If the city council ever heard what goes on
here after closing time, they’d shut us down in a heartbeat.  I trust we
ALL don’t want that to happen?"  He looked around the room at us as we
shook our heads in agreement.  "Good.  Now, if you’ll be patient for
just a few more minutes, we’ll get the party ready."

We sat there for a few more minutes in silence.  I started to say
something when Rick handed me a matchbook.  On the inside flap was
scribbled "Cops are at the door."

Sure enough, I soon heard the jingle of keys and the clomping of boots.
The chatter of a police radio was barely heard.  I could feel my heart
pounding in my ears.  If they opened up the wrong door, we’d all be in
big trouble!  A few seconds later, the jingling sound moved away.

We all nervously waited around.. except for Rick.  Rick was smiling.  He
knew that the cops wouldn’t come in.  Maybe some of them knew about what
went on, but I doubt they would want to shut the club down.  If they
did, they would’ve done so already.

A minute later, Wally opened the door again.  "Okay guys, it’s all
yours.  Have fun!"

We all slowly walked out into the hallway.  Rick headed into the men’s
room briefly, then came out with a condom in hand.  The other guys
followed from his lead.  Although I keep at least one rubber in an old
card holder (hey, I come prepared!), I figure why not take advantage of
the free condoms?  I made a detour into the men’s room and pulled out
five wrapped packages from the opened dispenser.

Making my way back out to the main floor, I saw the guys chatting with
some of the dancers.  Most weren’t chatting as much as engaging in
foreplay.  Rick certainly was engaging in some heavy petting with
Charlotte, a dark-haired dancer in her early 40’s.  As they danced on
the center stage, he slowly pulled down on her halter top, revealing her
very mature breasts.

I began to look around for Sarah.  She wasn’t anywhere to be seen on the
main floor, so I started to make my way around the club, checking to see
what was open and what wasn’t.

A petite dancer by the name of Nikki was giving Wally a blowjob in the
VIP area.  I watched at the chief bouncer was getting sucked by the
small girl with the short white-blond hair.  As her head bobbed up and
down off his shaft, saw a motion just below her tight ass cheeks.  I
knew she had to be fingering herself while she gave him head.

Embarrassed slightly at seeing this sex act go on out in the open, I
turned back towards the main floor, only to see Rick and Charlotte
getting a little more animated on stage.  Rick was sucking on
Charlotte’s breast as she was unzipping his pants.  Turning around, I
saw two other couples already engaged in some serious fucking on the
floor.  They were all rather oblivious about the others.. or in the case
of Rick and Charlotte, wanted to demonstrate their technique in front of
others.

Meanwhile, I was feeling like I was the odd-man out.  Where was Sarah?

I started to venture towards the dressing room.  Normally, this would be
off-limits to the customers, but I figured if we had the run of the
place to anywhere that wasn’t locked, then I should be able to see
what’s in there as well.

Sure enough, the dressing room door was being propped open by a wooden
wedge.  The room looked like those theatre dressing rooms you’d see on
TV.  Wall-to-wall mirrors, dressing areas separated only by chairs and
makeup kits, steel lockers at one corner of the room.  Most of the
tables were empty.  The girls must have already gathered their stuff at
closing.

Then I heard a faint moan coming from the rear of the room.  Through the
door at the other end, I saw what looked like a bathroom.  Peering
beyond the door, I saw two of the dancers in naked embrace in the open
shower stall.

It took me a minute to remember their stage names.. Carrie and Christy.
The two of them turned in unison just long enough to acknowledge my
presence.  They both smiled, then resumed where they left off.
Apparently, the didn’t mind having someone watch them make love in the
shower.

I watched for a few minutes as Carrie worked on Christy’s wet body.  She
first brought her lips to Christy’s pert nipples, then traced her tongue
down to her navel for a few swirls.  That got Christy giggling.  Then
she realized that I was still there, watching them.  She brought Carrie
back up and swirled themselves around against the shower wall so Christy
could explore her body.  Carrie had much larger breasts than Christy,
albeit artificially enhanced.  Still, Christy took her time on each
nipple before moving down to Carrie’s belly.

Just then I felt a hand tap me on the shoulder.  I turned around and saw
another woman standing before me.  She wore nothing but a pink kimono,
which was left open to reveal her small breasts and trimmed pussy.  She
wasn’t a dancer, or at least not a dancer I recognize from earlier in
the night.

"Hey," she said, "you must be Matt.  Sarah’s been looking for you."

"Yeah," I said, finally turning my head away from the girl-girl scene,
"where is she?"

She giggled.  "Come on, I’ll show you."

She led me back out to the main floor, where I saw Rick and Charlotte
fucking on top of the stage.  Matter of fact, everyone in the room was
fucking with someone, except me, and the young woman whose name I
couldn’t remember for the life of me.

The brunette pointed to a door leading to the deejay’s stairwell.
Looking up into the deejay’s booth, I saw Sarah waiving down at me.

I put a hand on the girl’s shoulder.  "Thanks," I said.

She gave me a simple smile, then walked back into the dressing room.
Then I realized that she was one of the waitresses!  Pretty good for a
waitress.  I was surprised she wasn’t on stage herself.

I headed to the deejay booth.  The door was closed, but it wasn’t
locked.  I figured that with all that expensive sound equipment that it
would’ve been one of the places locked up.  I opened the door and headed
up the small staircase to the booth.

Sarah sat in the lone chair, dressed only in a leather jacket and her
pink panties.  She had a mischievous look on her face.

"So," she said with a Cheshire grin, "get a good look of the club now?"

"Not really," I said.  "I think there’re a few rooms I haven’t checked
out yet.  Why?  You want me to go out there and try to find you again?"

She swiveled the chair around towards me and spread her legs wide.  "Oh,
shut up and come here!"

I walked up to her, standing between her spread legs.  I leaned over and
kissed her.  As I did, she locked her legs around my waist, trapping me
around her.

"I guess I’m not going anywhere," I said softly.

She giggled, then replied, "Well, maybe the floor."

She twisted us around slightly to put me off balance.  Then she watched
as I ungraciously fell on my backside.

We both had a laugh at my predicament, then she positioned herself over
me.  She still had a silly grin on her face as she twisted the side tabs
on her panties, then removed them with a slight flourish.  Her dark
trimmed pussy hovered over my body.

"Want a few licks?" she asked me.  I nodded.  She straddled herself over
my head and turned around.  "I guess I should have a few licks of my
own," she said as she knelt down over my face and reached for the
opening of my jeans.

I was already licking her pussy when she opened up my pants and reached
for my hardening cock.  I could hear her moan as she put my cock into
her mouth and began to suck on it.

I grabbed both ass cheeks with my hands and continued to lick her wet
folds as she gave me the second best blowjob of my life.  (I’ll tell you
later about the best blowjob.)    We lay there in the 69-position,
sucking and licking each other’s pleasure spots, and moaning in
agreement of our mutual pleasure.

Then she broke off and got up.  She pulled her jacket off and threw it
across the chair.  Then she began to pull at the rest of my clothes.  As
she pulled my shoes and pants off, I unbuttoned my shirt, exposing my
muscular torso to her.  Once I was more or less naked, she reached over
into the pocket of her jacket and pulled out a condom.

I had never seen a woman put a condom on with her mouth before.  I had
heard about it, but I thought that was just an online legend.  As it
turned out, it was quite real.  I didn’t even feel the difference, but
within seconds, she had rolled the condom on with her mouth!

"Moment of truth, baby," she said with that ever-present grin as she
straddled herself over my cock.  She slowly eased herself over my rod
and guided it into her warm pussy.

"OOOH.. Yeah!" I exclaimed as I felt the rush of warmth from inside her.

Sarah had stopped giggling.  Now she was serious.  She closed her eyes
and began to slowly bounce up and down my shaft.  I reached out to her
breasts with both hands, pinching her nipples and cupping her breasts as
through to anchor her on my cock.

"Ohh.. yeah, baby," she moaned as she leaned forward and put her hands
on top of my own chest.  "Yeah.. this is great, isn’t it baby?  Ohh..
yeah.. we can do this all night baby.."

In the background, I could hear the sounds of the other couples as they
licked, sucked, and fucked in their own pleasures.  Their sounds only
added to the pleasure of the moment.  Here we were, in the middle of a
strip club, fucking like jackrabbits.  The once place where fucking was
supposed to be prohibited, and here we all were fucking away.  Naked
bodies gyrating, bouncing, sucking, moaning, sweating..

I could hear Sarah’s ass checks as they slapped across my balls.  The
rhythmic sounds of our fucking increased to the pace of the other
sounds.  It was as though we were all trying to peak at the same time.

My gaze was locked on Sarah’s big brown eyes.  The fire that was behind
those eyes as we were bringing ourselves to the inevitable climax.  Her
body got so slippery that I couldn’t hold on to her tits.  My hands slid
down to her hips as she pounded herself up and down my cock.

"Oh yeah baby.." she moaned, "don’t stop… please… don’t… stop… oohhhhh!…
Don’t stop…  keep going… yeah baby…  ohhhh!"

But I couldn’t hold back.  With a grunt, I locked up as I climaxed
underneath her.

When I opened my eyes again, I saw the smile on her face, and the
relative disappointment in her eyes.

"Sorry," I said softly.  "I didn’t want to do that before you came."

She kiss me on the lips.  "Don’t worry lover," she said with a smile.
"We’ve got plenty of time."

We lay there, listening to the sounds of the other patrons and dancers
as they continued their enjoyment.

"So do you do this to every dancer who tips you twenty bucks per set?" I
asked.

"No," she said softly.  "I usually come up here, sit in that chair like
you saw me, and just masturbate.  Sometimes I ask Nicole to come up with
me, and we just play around.  You remember her, right?  The waitress?"

"Oh.." I said as my voice trailed off.  Just then I could feel the
sickly sensation of my sperm swimming around in my cock.  As much as it
felt warm inside her pussy, the feeling of my own sperm trapped between
my cock and the condom was making me quite uncomfortable.

She could see my discomfort as well.  She got off me and rolled the
condom off my deflating cock.  "Feel better now?" she asked.

"Yes," I said.  "I just wish I could’ve stayed inside you.."

"Without the condom?" she said as she finished my sentence.  "In time,
lover.  In time.  We’re just getting to know each other."

We talked a little more, getting to know each other further as we gently
played with each other.  Soon, we found ourselves with nothing more to
discuss at the time.  She looked down at my cock.  It was back up to
fighting strength.

"You ready for the second round?" she asked me.

"Uh-huh," I grunted, then I began to roll on top of her.  "But this
time, it’s your turn to cum!"

I gently kissed my way down her body, starting with her lips, down her
neck, between her beautiful breasts, then down to her navel, then to the
point just above her trimmed pubic hair.

I traced the outline of her triangle patch with my tongue, listening to
the sounds of her moaning in appreciation.  Then traced the tongue
between her lips.  She was already wet from our first fucking, so it
didn’t take much to bring her over the edge.  She grabbed hold of my
head and spasmed as she climaxed in my mouth.

When she stopped grinding her hips in my face, I pulled myself up and
rested my chin on top of her mound.  "How’s that?" I asked with a grin.

She didn’t say a word for a minute, then she chuckled.  "Oh.. that was
great!" she exclaimed.

We lay there, talking for a little while longer, before Nicole came back
up to the booth.  She was dressed again.

"Uh.. Just wanted to let you two know that the rest of the crowd is
leaving.  Wally wants to close up the place and go home."

"Thanks Nicole," she said sadly.  Then she turned to me.  "Well, I guess
this is it.."

"Why does it have to be?" I asked.  "You sure we can’t continue this
elsewhere?"

She gave me a smile.  "You sure you want to do that?"

I shrugged.  "Only on one condition, though.  You already know my real
name.  I want to know yours."

"Sally," she said.  "Sally Fulton."

I picked up her left hand and kissed it.  "Pleasure to meet you, Sally."

It was four in the morning when we left the club and headed to my
apartment.  I had suggested going to her apartment, but she said that
her roommates would object to us showing up at that hour.  So it had to
be my place.

Once there, we didn’t talk until the sun rose.  The minute we got
through the door, we were busy taking each other’s clothes off again.
We spent the time using up the remaining condoms I gathered from the
club.  When we ran out of condoms, we went into 69 position and gave
each other oral sex.  Somewhere in there, she gave me the best blowjob
of my life!

We watched the sun rise from my apartment window, both naked and spent
from our sex marathon, then we caught a few hours sleep in each other’s
arms.  Eventually, she went back to her own place for some more sleep.

Unfortunately, the Sunset Club was shut down not too long after that
night.  Sally told me that one of the dancers had a disagreement with an
After Dark customer, so he told the police what was going on after
closing time.  All the dancers were arrested, even those who didn’t take
part in the action.  Of course, no charges would stick on the dancers
and the bouncers, but the publicity was more than enough to get the city
council to crack down on after hour activities.

Sally and I stayed together for about a year after that.  She and the
other girls ended up dancing at other clubs, but she said that the
publicity was just too much for most of the former Sunset dancers.  Most
of the dancers were treated like prostitutes even to their peers.
Eventually, Sally got out of dancing and got a job in another state, but
every so often we’d get together on holidays to reminisce about the
Sunset Club.