Adventurous Kate (3 page)

“
Oh fuck! I’m coming, I’m coming,”
Ashley yelled as she climaxed. She felt herself squirt hard and
drops of it sprayed Kate in the face and chest and Kate sighed out
in pleasure as this happened.

“
Oh god, oh god, I’m coming too, keep
fucking me, don’t stop, keep fucking me,” and Kate’s climax was
long and caused her to hold her breath and grit her teeth together.
“Shit!” she yelled, “keep fucking me!” And Ashley continued
thrusting until Kate finally relaxed and laid on her
back.

The two of them remained in the same
position, slowly moving their hips in circles as the dildo stayed
inside of them. Kate stared at the ceiling, her vision blurred
slightly from the intensity of the orgasm. Her first time with a
woman was better than she imagined.

Ashley pulled the dildo out of herself. The
spot on the bed near her pussy was wet from gushing. She laid on
top of Kate who stared into space like she was high. She nibbled
lightly on her neck, “that was fun,” she said.

“
Mmm… hmmm…,” Kate moaned, “thank you
for fucking me. That was the best gift I could have
received.”

“
You were great,” Ashley said, then she
kissed at her neck a bit more. Kate rolled over so she could be on
top then started kissing Ashley’s breasts which seemed even more
beautiful now, “I’ve always wanted to see your tits,” she
confessed, “I understand why men love them now.”

Ashley giggled, “I know, I’ve caught you
staring at them several times,” she said, “I have an idea. Why
don’t we skip dinner and go out and find a real dick to join
us.”

Kate looked up at her, the idea sounded
interesting, “okay, let’s do it.”

Kate and Ashley sat in the shared parking lot
of two bars, trying to decide which one would be the best to pick
up a man, or “the dick,” as they called him. Their indecision
didn’t stem from an inability to pick someone up (they both knew it
would be rather easy for them to seduce someone. All they really
had to do was walk up to a man, ask, “do you want to have a
threesome with us?” and that would be it) but they didn’t know what
type of man they were looking for.

“
What do you know about these places?”
Ashley asked.

“
Well, the one on the right is a sports
bar. Most of the men in there will be between 21 and 35. The
waitresses are young and perky and dress up in referee outfits that
have tight tops and very short shorts. The place on the left I
think is a strip club, but I’ve never been in there. Either way,
there is going to be a lot of testosterone,” Kate said.

Ashley touched Kate’s knee, “What do you
think? The guys at the strip club are obviously wanting sex, but
you never know what type of guy they’ll turn out to be. I think we
could find someone a little more respectful at a sports bar.”

“
Why don’t we split up? Give ourselves
more options,” Kate said.

“
That’s a good idea,” Ashley said, “do
you want to take the sports bar then?”

Normally taking the sports bar would be
a condition that Kate would agree too, however, these were not
normal circumstances. Her curiosity peaked every time the single
black door to the strip club simply known as
Pink
swung open and she was momentarily able to
see the dark smoky room and flashing lights of the inside. She
wanted to discover everything about it. The sound, the sights, the
smell, she wanted to know all about it. She wanted to know what
made
Pink,
pink. “I want the
strip club,” she said to Ashley’s surprise.

“
Really? Will you be okay?”

“
I’ll be fine.”

Ashley leaned in and kissed Kate on the
chest, “Okay, but don’t forget about me while you’re in there.”

“
I’ll call you if I find
someone.”

The two of them went their separate ways. It
rained just slightly and the neon lights of the two bars reflected
off the parking lot asphalt like oil paintings. Outside the door,
Kate heard the droll thud of the music coming from the club. A
mixed aroma of perfume and cigarette smoke floated in the air, and
standing at the door was a large, burley bouncer. He removed the
cigarette from his mouth and tossed it on the sidewalk, “employee
entrance is in the back,” he said.

“
Excuse me?” Kate said.

“
All the dancers are supposed to enter
in the back,” he said.

Kate did a quick scan of herself. She wore
the red dress from earlier, and even though it was low cut, nothing
about it yelled stripper. Then she noticed the cold weather had
hardened her nipples, and with no bra to cover them, they protruded
through her dress and were hard to ignore. “Oh, I’m not a stripper,
I just wanted to go in for a quick drink,” she said.

The eyebrows of the bouncer raised as he lit
another cigarette, “my apologies,” he said, “we don’t get a lot of
female customers here.”

He held the door open for Kate and she
thanked him as she walked through the black door. His gaze locked
onto her ass as she passed by and she caught him. But instead of
being insulted, she decided to flirt with him by lifting the back
of her dress and showing him her thong. She heard him chuckle, then
the door closed and trapped her into the mysterious world known
as
Pink.

It was dark on the inside. Red and purple
lights shined on the main stage as a petite Asian girl took the
stage wearing a silver outfit that was barely able to cover her
nipples. Men waved dollar bills in front of her and she collected
them in her mouth as she hung upside down on the pole. She sat on
her knees and bent over in front of them doggystyle and allowed
them to slide their bills inside of her thong. She knew what she
was doing and the men paid her gratefully.

Kate took a seat at the bar. The bartender
wore a small white tank top that looked like it was on the verge of
tearing at the seams. The stitching was pushed to the limits by her
large, firm tits that were probably fake. She set a coaster in
front of Kate and leaned forward on her elbows, “Does your shift
start soon?” she asked Kate.

“
Oh no, I don’t work here, I’m just
here to watch,” Kate said.

“
Oh I’m sorry. We have girls from out
of town come and strip all the time. Freelancers we call them.
They’re afraid of being caught stripping by friends and neighbors,
so they drive two hours and do it here. I thought maybe you were
one of them. You’re hot enough.”

“
Thanks. You’re actually not the first
employee to think that. Will you be taking the stage later
tonight?”

“
Oh no. I’m a bartender only. They ask
me, but I prefer to stay back here and serve drinks. What can I get
you?”

“
That’s too bad, I’d love to see you
naked. How about a shot of tequila.”

“
With a lime?”

“
Of course.”

The bartender smiled at Kate as she poured
the tequila in front of her. Kate licked her lips then took the
shot. She cringed as it made its way into her stomach. Through her
squinting eyes, she saw the bartender holding the lime, then she
put it in her cleavage and leaned forward so Kate could get it. “Go
ahead,” she said. Kate leaned over the bar and scooped the lime
into her mouth with her tongue, getting a taste of the bartender’s
sweet flesh as she did so. Two men sitting nearby watched and
cheered as this happened. For a moment, they garnered more
attention than the stripper.

“
I like your style,” one of the men
said.

“
Thanks, I’m just now finding it,” Kate
said.

The man was dark haired and about six feet
tall. He was in good shape and had a smile that reminded Kate that
she preferred men. It was possible that this could be the guy she
was hunting for.

“
Are you here by yourself? This doesn’t
seem like a safe place for a young lady to be by
herself.”

“
Fuck you,” Kate said playfully as she
started to feel the affects of the alcohol, “I turned forty
today.”

“
Happy birthday. I would have never
guessed.”

“
How old would you guess?”

“
I would say you were just out of high
school.”

Kate laughed at the absurdity of his comment.
He turned his body toward her and she peaked at his crotch. She
noticed his zipper being stretched. It was obvious what he was
after.

“
Can I buy you a drink?” he
asked.

“
Wine,” Kate said, then turned to him
and casually placed a hand on his knee. “Do you come here often?”
she asked him.

“
All the time,” he said.

“
You must be some sort of pervert,”
Kate said flashing a smile.

“
I guess you could say that. I run this
place. My dad started it a long time ago, when I was a teenager.
He’s retired now, so I took over.”

“
Lucky, there are definitely worse
jobs. My name is Kate by the way.”

“
John,” the man said, then took Kate by
the hand, “let me show you the VIP room.” He instructed the
bartender to have a bottle of wine sent to their table and stood
from his bar stool. Suddenly Kate was a little nervous, but she
followed anyway. She took a deep breath and she followed the
strange man across the room, despite her hesitance.

John led her through a maze of men and
cigar smoke. Briefly, Kate made eye contact with a young girl
giving an older man a lap dance. She didn’t even look old enough to
order a drink from the bar, but moved her hips like a seasoned
veteran. She smiled deviously at Kate as she passed, as though to
tell her,
you have no idea what you’re
getting into.

The VIP room was either blue or purple - Kate
couldn’t tell because of the dark lighting. There were no chairs,
only couches and a bed on the other side of the room. A group of
men gathered around the bed and watched two women have sex with
each other. Some of them put money on the bed and made requests to
the women. The others just stood and watched quietly and drank from
their glasses. A blonde was on top of a red head and kissed gently
at her breasts, until the red head pulled her panties down. One of
the men sitting around the bed handed the blonde a vibrator and she
licked the end of it before sticking it in the red head’s bare
pussy. She twisted it in circles and rubbed the red head’s tits.
Some of the men clapped at this.

John led Kate to a private couch in the
corner of the room. There was a “reserved,” sign on the table along
with two wine glasses. A woman wearing a short gold teddy came to
them with their bottle of wine. “My name is Amy, I’ll be your
servant,” she said, and bent over slightly in front of them to pour
a glass of wine. She wore no panties and Kate caught a glimpse of
her perky ass as she did this. Kate reached out and felt the
roundness of her smooth ass cheek.

“
Oh!” the woman exclaimed,
startled.

Kate pulled her hand away immediately. “Oh
I’m sorry,” she said, “I don’t know what I was thinking.”

“
That’s okay,” she said, “I just wasn’t
expecting it. I mean, you’re a woman, I didn’t think you’d be
interested.”

“
I’m just now becoming interested,”
Kate said.

“
Well then maybe you’d be interested in
one of our girls,” Amy said and pointed to the far wall. There was
a line-up of girls on stools with numbers above their heads. Kate
looked at John confused.

“
You see someone you like? Just let Amy
know the number and she’ll have her come over and keep you
company,” John said.

Kate reviewed the line of girls for a moment.
All of them were young and gorgeous and vulnerable, but none of
them primed Kate’s appetite. They weren’t like full grown women,
they were youthful and naïve. To her, they weren’t sexy, they were
just scared little girls. “Maybe number ten, no wait,” Kate said,
unsure of her choice.

As she continued looking, one of the girls
returned to her stool. Number six. It was the young girl that gave
an older man a lap dance. The one that spoke to Kate with her eyes.
She had short, dark hair and bright green eyes that radiated light.
She had small tits but her skin was smooth and flawless, so was her
pussy. Kate wanted her bad.

“
Number six, definitely,” Kate
said.

“
Okay. I’ll be right back,” Amy
said.

A loud moan came from across the room. The
red head began to squirm with pleasure as the blonde used both the
vibrator and her mouth on the red head’s pussy. The men watched
intently, waiting for her climax. One of them stood up next to the
bed and laid a wad of cash on the pillow. He said something to the
red head but Kate was unable to hear. The red head nodded at him
and the man unzipped his pants and put his erect cock next to her.
She tugged on it as the blonde continued to work on her.

“
Isn’t that prostitution?” Kate asked
John.

He smirked and Kate blushed with
embarrassment, quickly realizing how prudish of a question it
was.

“
No, the girls do it voluntarily. The
money is just a tip for being able to see them nude,” John said,
and smiled.

Number six approached the table. She ran her
blue fingernails through her short dark hair and chewed gum with an
open mouth. She placed her hands on her hip and leaned to one side.
“I charge fifty per song, seventy-five if you want to touch me,
other than that, it’s hands off,” she said. She wore a purple tank
top with spaghetti straps and material thin enough that you could
see the red bra she wore underneath. Her skirt was black and so
short that her white panties were visible even when she stood
straight up. There was an attitude about her that Kate liked. She
was a little spitfire that would make her dad proud as a little
girl, but infuriate him once she was old enough to strip.