VIP Lounge

by Rajah Dodger {rdodger@hotmail.com} (c) 1999, 2009

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Abstract: A businessman tries out a new "adult company" lounge and finds it
very much to his liking 

I was flipping through the alternative paper, and I ran across a coupon for a
new place had opened in town, the "VIP Lounge". No cover charge and only $21 an
hour before 10pm. I had heard something of these places on the net but I was
interested to see how they worked in practice. It was that rarity in my
schedule -- a day when I finished before 5. I had wrapped up my client at 2:30,
so I could head home for a much-needed nap or go by the home office and catch
up on some administrative paperwork. I decided to take the third option, and
checked the address in the coupon. 

The place didn't look like much -- a ramshackle wooden building at the end of a
dying shopping center. When I went inside the doors, I was greeted by cool air
conditioning, Barry White on the sound system, and a moderately attractive
Chinese woman to welcome me. "What your name?" she asked in accented English. I
told her I was called Danny. "Have you been here before?" When I shook my head,
she directed me to a seat by the bar and took the seat next to me, her skirt
rising to show a very pretty expanse of leg. 

"This is for business men to spend time with nice ladies," she began. "Dance,
talk, whatever. Two drink minimum. The house gets $30 an hour and you tip the
lady for her time, $20 to $40 an hour." She pointed to some signs on the wall,
warning of dire consequences for anyone who requested sexual activity. "No
funny business, you understand?" I nodded my agreement. "Fine, I show you the
girls and you tell me which one you like. Follow me." 

I got off the bar seat and followed her into a side room, where a half dozen
women were reading, watching TV, talking on cell phones, buffing their nails.
None of them were standouts, although I did like the looks of the busty redhead
on the phone. But when I indicated her, the hostess just said "Well, she busy
right now. You like one of the others?" I took a second look around and settled
on a hippy Latina in a stretch velvet dress. The hostess called her over and
introduced us, "Danny, this is Maria. Maria, Danny would like to spend time
with you." I thought the hostess patted Maria on the butt as she left, but the
light was dim and it was probably my eyes playing tricks on me. 

Maria's hand was cool and dry as she led me into the back part of the building,
which was lit by a couple of spots and a glitter ball, and divided into
partitions by standing metal poles with streamers hung from them. There were
small areas with couches and tables, and large spaces with an open floor for
dancing. The stereo was playing "Disco Lady"; I had to chuckle at that. We
settled in one of the small areas, and by the time I got the hang of sitting on
the couch without sinking into it, the hostess arrived asking about our drinks.
I asked if Maria wanted anything, and when she demurred I just ordered two
bottles of water. 

Maria and I chatted for a bit while we waited for the drinks to arrive. We
talked about my job, her pets, the lousy weather, the guy carrying a flashlight
who was making his rounds. "They say he's security, but I think he's just
hoping to see something exciting," she confided slyly. The couch sagged
slightly in the middle, and Maria's left leg was pressed up against my right,
not unpleasantly. Eventually the hostess arrived and I leaned forward enough to
slide my wallet out of my back pocket, find a five and a one, and give it to
her. After she left, the music changed and Maria asked if I wanted to dance.
Sure thing, I said, and followed her onto the dance floor. It was just the two
of us and some neo-swing number, and it didn't take long for us to find each
other's rhythms. I liked the way my hand fit in the small of her back, and she
didn't pull away when I occasionally moved my palm lower down. 

When the music ended, the next number was something from Rod Stewart's glam
phase; Maria saw the look on my face and headed for our couch without asking. I
slid an arm around her waist in a half-hug, half-caress. She rested her hand on
my knee, then drew a short line with her nails up along my inseam. "So, Danny,
why me?" she asked, breathing the question into my ear. "What is it you like
about Chicanas?" The way she was brushing her fingertips along the inside of my
right leg was making it difficult to focus. "It's mostly the way they move," I
finally allowed, "they move with their whole body, not stiffly like someone
trained to be an office drone." I spread the fingers of my right hand and
stroked her belly as I continued. "And I liked the way you smiled when I saw
you." "Mmmm," was all she said, but I could feel her relax back into my arm,
and the strap on her near shoulder slid off giving me a nice look at her
breasts. Her left hand moved a little higher on my leg. 

The flashlight guy came near our area; I tensed and pulled my hand back to her
hip, but he merely walked past our space ignoring us. The music changed again,
and perhaps feeling my change of mood Maria said, "Dance?" I was grateful for
the break, and stood first to offer her my hand. We went out onto the floor to
the sounds of Sinatra, close dancing with my one hand cupping her bottom and my
other between her shoulderblades. Sometimes I led, and sometimes she led. When
the music changed she excused herself to go to the ladies room, and I went back
to our area, pausing to pull a couple of twenties out of my wallet and transfer
them to my shirt pocket. 

When Maria came back, she sidled up close to me on the couch and rested her
hand lightly above my knee. I slid my right hand behind her to cup the swell of
her bottom and rested my head on her shoulder, enjoying the view. After a
little bit, she squeezed my leg and commented, "You're awfully quiet all of a
sudden." I let her know, with a bit of embarrassment, that this was my first
time here and I was a little bit unclear as to the way things were done. "For
example," I explained, "I know when we clock out that I pay the hostess for our
time, but am I supposed to do the other tip there as well? It just seems a
little... I don't know... cold." 

She nibbled at her lower lip, looked at me, and then smiled. "Well, if you're
uncomfortable with that, you could take care of it any time before you leave,"
she said, and pointed to her purse on the table. I pulled the two bills out of
my shirt pocket and slid them into her purse. "Like that?" I asked, also
smiling now. Maria nodded, and leaned closer to me. "I think you catch on
fast," she said. With her leaning forward, her bottom was lifted a bit off the
seat so I slid my hand underneath and she quickly sat down, trapping my hand
there. I wiggled my fingers, feeling the curve of her warm bottom through her
thin skirt. 

Her fingers went back up the inside of my leg, stopping when they bumped up
against my balls. She traced the outline of my now-evident erection with a
single finger, teasing my legs apart. I wiggled my fingers up between her
thighs in response, and suddenly realized that matters were proceeding way too
quickly. I covered her hand with mine and started "Uh, Maria..." but about that
time she rubbed her thumb over the zipper and my cock erupted under her gentle
urging. "Don't worry, chico, just enjoy," she said, and slid her fingers down
to cradle my testicles until the spasms stopped. I closed my eyes and just went
with the flow. When my body was quiet, Maria kissed me on the cheek, gave my
crotch a gentle squeeze and said "You're sweet. I like that." I opened my eyes
to see her face next to mine, and moved my lips to hers. She gave me an
unforced, natural, lingering kiss that left me dizzy. 

Just then my pager went off; I had it on vibrate and it was between our hips,
so we both got a quick unexpected thrill. I checked the number -- it was my
afternoon client -- and slid my hand out from under Maria's bottom to give her
a quick hug. She got her purse and I got up slowly, glad that I was wearing
dark slacks. I checked out at the front desk, giving the hostess my coupon and
$32 for just under an hour and a half. It hadn't seemed that long. I looked
around for Maria to say goodbye, but she was nowhere in sight. When I looked
back, the hostess had a knowing look on her face. "Maria work the afternoon
shift -- see you soon okay?" 

I called my client from a pay phone down the block. He needed some code
revised, but I felt the sticky mess in my pants and told him he'd have to wait
until tomorrow because other matters had come up. Come up and gone down, I
thought, and made a couple of mental notes -- one, to go by the drugstore for
some condoms, and two, to see what I could do about finishing my work early... 

/END/