Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. My body was drenched with sweat. The club where we were dancing was packed. I had a sneaking suspicion that the air conditioning was off to save the owner a few dollars. Cheap bastard. I guess to be fair it was a hot July night, but this room was almost unbearable. One could almost cut the desperate smell of men drenched in Axe cologne with a knife. Ah how I love Night Candy -(TM)s. -I -(TM)m going to get a drink - I told my girlfriend. She smiled at me and waved me away. I lingered a moment to watch her dance seductively against the throng of the crowd. Somehow, no matter how crowded the dance floor - she seemed to own her own little space of sinful expression. Even after all this time it still made my heart race to see her body sway. I walked up to the bartender and tried to push through the crush of people. A tall guy with the sort of ruggedly handsome jaw that had made more than one women swoon motioned me to slide forward. I wiggled in front of him and tried to get the bartenders attention. Rugged Jaw looked down at me and asked if he could buy me a drink. -Oh that -(TM)s so sweet of you, but I don -(TM)t think it -(TM)s appropriate - -Why not? Is your boyfriend going to get jealous, - he asked? -Oh no, nothing like that. My boyfriend wouldn -(TM)t be jealous at all. My girlfriend on the other hand may wonder why I took a drink from a guy, no matter how tall, dark and handsome he is. - I said smiling. -Oh - he said, still not quite grasping what I meant. Suddenly his eyes lit up -Oh Girlfriend. Well that figures. Just my luck the hot girl is a dyke. - he said with a sneer. My blood pressure started to rise a bit. Who the fuck was this guy anyhow? At that moment the Jimmy, the bartender who worked part-time here, made his way over to me and asked what I wanted to drink. I told him I wanted one cranberry and vodka and one bourbon and coke. He handed me the drinks and I paid for them. I could feel Jawboy still behind me. I turned around and planted the cranberry drink right in his abdomen. -What the fuck are you doing - he screamed. -Oh my, did I do that - well I guess I -(TM)m just one clumsy dyke then. You should go get something on that before it stains - asshole. - He went to say something else and I glared at him. The bartender had watched the whole thing and was waiting to see what would happen. I tensed, suddenly afraid my mouth had written a check my ass wasn -(TM)t going to be able to cash. He was 6 -2 - I was 5 -6 -. He was 220 lbs of muscle; I was maybe half that amount. He looked me in the eye and I stared right back. -Fuck you, you stupid cunt - he said as he turned away. -Have a good night, berry boy - I shouted. My heart kept racing even as he walked out of the bar. I took a few long sips from my drink and steadied myself. I turned back to the Jimmy the bartender and left him another 5 dollar tip. -Sorry about the mess Jimmy. I didn -(TM)t mean to make a scene. - -Haha Sasha, that -(TM)s the most fun I -(TM)ll have tonight. No worries hun. - I started to walk back to the dance area when some one tapped my on my shoulder. I tensed again thinking it was the asshole. I turned slowly, ready for anything. Well almost anything. I wasn -(TM)t ready for the beautiful blond woman who had approached me. She was older, maybe in her 40 -(TM)s - but honestly I only guessed that because of her fashion sense not her skin. She held herself with the kind of carriage that comes from knowing ones worth and not being ashamed to admit it. -What you did to that guy was classic. He hit on me earlier and wouldn -(TM)t leave me alone - -Oh - I said a bit taken back. -Well I wasn -(TM)t trying to be start a fight or anything, but he really just got under my skin. I hate guys like that - - I heard what he called you. Could he have been any more classless? I wonder what his mother would say if she heard him - I laughed at the thought of that overgrown blow-hard going home to his mommy to get the stain out. Sure it was doubtful he lived with his mom, but a girl can fantasize can -(TM)t she? -Mommy mommy, some mean lesbian spilled a drink on me - Suddenly I felt a world better. She hesitated a moment, not sure what do. After a second or two she said that her name was Eve. -Hi Eve, it -(TM)s nice to meet you - I said as I offered a warm smile. Are you out dancing tonight? -Yes, I was here with a few friends, but they seem to have wandered off. You know how these places are. Good old fashioned meat markets. - I giggled and said that was true. - I guess I just don -(TM)t enjoy being a side of beef to creeps like that. I -(TM)m heading back to my friend if you want to come dance with us. We don -(TM)t bite and I -(TM)m out of cranberry so you -(TM)re safe - -That would be great, thanks! - Eve said brightly. We made our way over to the dance floor and began to fight our way through. Jimmy had poured me a rather stiff drink (secretly i think he liked me) and I was starting to feel very good. Alcohol and adrenalin - what a rush. By the time I made it back to my baby, life seemed beautiful. I pulled Charlene over to me and gave her a searing kiss. I lifted both of our arms above our heads and kissed her while we danced, hips touching, our bodies sliding against each other. She broke the kiss and asked me what brought that on? Oh just some fun at the bar I answered. I started to tell her about the asshole when I realized how rude I was being. I introduced Charlene to Eve and continued to explain the story. Charlene gave me that look that said she knew I was insane, but loved me anyhow. It -(TM)s a wonderful look. I -(TM)m not sure how a regular relationship would have handled this moment. A normal couple might have had problems if one partner brought back a beautiful woman to dance with. A normal couple might have had all sorts of incredulous looks passed between them. As you can guess, Charlene and I were not an ordinary couple. -Hi Eve, it -(TM)s great to meet you. Your outfit is fantastic! - Charlene said above the crowds roar. -Thank you very much. Thanks for letting me intrude too. I -(TM)m not sure where my friends ran off too. - We both gave her a knowing smile and started to dance. We knew what happened in this place. We liked Night Candies, it was a great time (even if the owner was cheap) but it wasn -(TM)t a club for everyone. As a matter of fact, it was a club that catered to a rather exclusive type of clientele - a clientele that liked to have fun and wasn -(TM)t worried about societal norms. Candy -(TM)s was laid out like a strip club. Mirrors lined the walls. A large central stage dominated the main floor and was flanked by two smaller stages complete with stripper poles. Sometimes professionals worked the pole, sometimes just the people dancing for fun. When you got to know the place better, you realized that there wasn -(TM)t a whole lot of difference between the two populations. There was also various -private - or -VIP - areas in the club. People would often disappear into these rooms and nooks to explore whatever it is they decided to explore amongst consenting adults. If you wanted too you could see them getting their freak on with each other, but that was frowned upon by most people. If they wanted to be watched, they would find a more visible place. The funny thing about dancing at Night Candy -(TM)s was how normal it actually was. Char and I came every few weeks and almost never participated in the fun. If you weren -(TM)t interested, you weren -(TM)t interested. I admit I liked watching half dressed men and women work themselves into a frenzy - but most of my fantasies ran right back to Charlene -(TM)s arms. Most people (Rock Jaw excluded) understood that. It was fun to have a place that naughty and yet that safe at the same time. The music shifted gears and slowed down to a funky, sexy beat. I felt Charlene -(TM)s hands on my hips as she moved behind me. Her lips began to kiss my neck and she ground against me from behind. Her lips found my ears and she began to whisper to me. -Oh look how Eve is blushing. She -(TM)s blushing but not turning. Oh Baby, she -(TM)s looking at you but not turning. - I looked over at Eve who seemed to notice my gaze. For a split second she looked away embarrassed, then as if changing her mind began to look back smiling. She danced in closer to us, not touching but near enough that we were all in our own little circle. -You two are quiet the site. It -(TM)s amazing to see how beautiful you look - -Thank you Eve. I think we look pretty good too. - I said grinning from ear to ear. -Oh you do, you do. Exquisite actually. I mean, well you know you -(TM)re just lovely together - Charlene and I looked at each other and shared a smile. I was pretty sure Eve was straight. Straight, but certainly interested in watching us if nothing else. Still, it was flattering that such a beautiful woman was taking notice. I found myself smiling even brighter. Just then the song moved to a slow dance. Charlene gave an evil, throaty little laugh in my ear and stepped away. -I just have to take a break. My feet are killing me. Why don -(TM)t you two dance this one? - She said with a knowing smile on her face. I paused waiting for some sign from Eve. She hesitated. There is no other way to say it, she paused as if trying to find both a way out and a way in. I stepped forward with my arms partly opened and she decided to meet me half way. I slipped my arms around her body and held her. Not too close - but close enough for dancing. We began to move to the music, our bodies finding an amazingly comfortable rhythm with each other. As the song played on, I felt the distance between us lessen until we danced like two people familiar with each others touch would dance. -So Eve, what brings you to Candy -(TM)s - I asked as we danced. -Boredom. Adventure. Something new to do. I -(TM)m not sure exactly - but I find myself drawn to the place. - I nodded in agreement. That -(TM)s how I felt about the place. Still I wanted to know WHY she came to place that was anything but a typical dance club. -Well I understand being drawn here. But what draws you here Eve? Hunky men with a jaw of stone and a personality of lead? Naked people dancing on poles? Those interesting little private areas? Do tell, do tell! - -Certainly not the Jaw guys. I -(TM)ve had enough of them to last a life time. I admit I like the dancing poles. It -(TM)s always been a fantasy of mine to work one of those so I can have fun with that. As for the rooms - well let -(TM)s just say I -(TM)ve had my fin there - -~Oh fun eh - I teased. -Now that sounds almost scandalous. I do so like scandals - -Do you now? Well who knows one day I might tell you about them - she laughed. -But Eve, today is a day. It -(TM)s one day. Tell me tell me what such an intriguing lady would be doing in a tawdry place like this - Her eyes lit up with an inner smile. She threw me a look that said she knew I was baiting her, but that maybe just maybe she was baiting me to do it. Eve knew full well where this was headed. What I didn -(TM)t know was who was driving us there. We were both teasing each other further. -Well there was that time it was me and 4 guys in one of the rooms. But I bet that would bore you since you seem to prefer the -fairer sex. Then there was the time I sat there and yelled next to see who would come in. It was quite fun I have to say. At least once. - Whatever I was expecting it wasn -(TM)t this. My heart pounded in my chest and I felt a bit dizzy. In a million years I would not have guessed this beautiful, cultured lady was the type to pull a train. I felt flush and not just from embarrassment. -You didn -(TM)t, did you? You didn -(TM)t really have 4 guys at once did you? - I asked voice eager with anticipation. Just the song ended. Eve looked at me playfully. -Maybe I did, maybe I didn -(TM)t. I guess I -(TM)ll leave it up to your imagination for now. You do have a vivid imagination don -(TM)t you? - My imagination was indeed vivid. At that moment it was Vegas Neon vivid. Images of Eve on her back, on her side, on her knees were driving me weak with desire. Suddenly I was the one being teased and she was better at it than I was. I can -(TM)t say that I was upset by that. -Oh yes, my imagination is vivid indeed. I -(TM)m almost shocked at the things I -(TM)m thinking right now. Vivid isn -(TM)t the word. - Eve spotted one of her friends making his way through the bar. She waved him over and gave me a sad, wistful look. I felt her fingers lightly touch my arm as she leaned in closer to my ear. -Let your imagination run wild this week and come back next Friday. Tell me what you thought of, and maybe just maybe I -(TM)ll share the truth with you -. She leaned upwards and gave me the softest kiss on the cheek I -(TM)ve ever felt. It was brief, but not so brief that I didn -(TM)t understand the intent. With that over, she turned into the crowd and went to find her friend. She didn -(TM)t glance back even though I hoped she would. Whatever moment we were having was over. -So baby, how was it? - Charlene asked me. -It was --nice - I answered. I wasn -(TM)t sure exactly how to explain it. Nothing had happened really - yet I was as excited as I -(TM)ve ever been. I told Charlene about what happened. She looked at me slyly. -You know what that means don -(TM)t you? - Charlene asked me. -No baby, what does that mean? - Her lips found mine and all the passion I was feeling boiled over. I kissed her hotly, our mouths pressed together. When the kiss was done she held me close. -It means that you have a date next Friday. - A date. With Eve. I guess that -(TM)s exactly what it meant. My imagination wasn -(TM)t going to have any problems running wild. It wasn -(TM)t going to have any problem at all. ((All rights reserved. No reposting without express permission of the author. If you have questions or comments, please contact me at sasha.b.2007@gmail.com. For more erotica, visit www.virtualvillagevoices.com)