Rachel walked into the strip club. It was just past 11pm and she was ready to get hammered. Her eyes adjusted to the dimmed room and flashing red and blue lights. She shook her shoulders playfully to the music. Walking past the stage where six ladies were working the pole, she hopped on the stool in front of the open bar and pulled a twenty dollar bill from her purse.
There were only two bartenders working tonight. The younger one saw her, or rather he saw her massive rack which looked like butt cheeks on her chest and walked over to her with a grin on his face.
"Hey there, pretty ladies." He was talking to her boobs. "I haven't seen either one you here before. What can I get you two to drink?"
Rachel laughed and propped her elbows on the bar. "I'm up here. My girls don't need a drink, but I do."
The bartender looked up and smiled at her. "Sorry, love. I was distracted by these two beauties." He gestured with his index fingers.
Rachel chuckled and held up her bill. "If you're good to me, I might let you get a taste later."
The man's gaze grew lustful. He licked his lips. "I hope I'll be able to handle them." He looked up at her, admiring her full lips. "And the rest of you as well."
Rachel was amused. This guy was a real flirt and not in a sleazy way. Being a working stripper herself, she'd encountered a lot of sleazy dirtbags who screamed rape with their very existence. She had some assholes put their hands on her in the past. To the point that now she never went anywhere without pepper spray.
"You're cute and you don't have a beard. I like my men without beards." Rachel spoke coyly, batting her long fake lashes. "Get me a Long Island Raspberry."
The bartender took her money and went to do as she asked. "I'm John, by the way."
John...I wonder what your cock tastes like John.
Rachel swiveled in her high stool and turned towards the stage. The bar was a little dead. Even though six Big Booty Bitches were rubbing their vaginal fluids on the poles, the men watching were only about 12 in number. And most of them appeared to be married. Some of their wives had even gotten up and were dancing in front of the stage
The dance floor located to the left was empty.
There were only four other people seated at the open bar and one of them appeared to be piss drunk.
The music was loud, but not blaring the way it would be in a packed house. "Buttons" by the PussyCat Dolls was playing. It was a very sultry song. One that filled Rachel with the desire to swing her hips from side to side. She briefly closed her eyes and tapped her heeled foot against the bottom rail of the stool she was seated on.
She spun back around when the cute bartender returned with her drink. "Thanks, darling." She sipped on the drink, savoring the burn. "Do you have this in blueberry flavor as well?"
"Yes," the Bartender replied.
"Cool," she replied and proceeded to suck her straw intensely, draining the entire glass in one go.
Looking up, she licked the liquid off her lips and saw that the Bartender had a hazy look in his eyes. Oh, yes this guy wanted her bad. Was he just horny because he hadn't gotten laid in a while or was it because of her hotness?
Either one worked for Rachel. She knew she was a catch. But she wasn't vain. After all, she'd fucked plenty of average looking dudes simply because she had an itch that needed scratching.
And this guy in front of her was above average. Much like her, he looked like he was in his late teens and no doubt had a wild libido. Rachel had been addicted to sex since she was 16. Didn't matter that her first time was sloppy and hurt more than it felt good. She was hooked on the feeling of penetration.
Some people were addicted to cigarettes. Some to crack cocaine. Some to booze. For her it was sex. And she wasn't the least bit concerned over it. After all she was young. Once she got older her boobs would sag and she'd lose her drive. Better for her to soak it all in while she was still taut and filled with spunk.
Her mother had given up on trying to control her. She just advised Rachel to always get tested and use protection. Apart from that, she told her to just get it out of her system until she's sick of it.
Rachel didn't know how she could be sick of it. She would fuck until she was physically unable to. She would never be sick of it.
Even when I'm an old woman I'll be craving it. I may not get it but I'll be window shopping for sure. AKA, porn.
"Baby, can you get me another glass of this, blueberry flavored?" She asked in a slightly tipsy voice. Her brain was already feeling the effects of the alcohol. Even more so because she had drank on an empty stomach.
"Get me one as well." A woman's voice called out from directly behind her. Rachel jumped in shock. "Damn, girl. You nearly gave me a heart attack."
The beautiful blonde, wearing a tiny tee and booty shorts, paired with silver hoops and a belly button piercing took a seat next to her. She placed her hand bag on the bar.
"Sorry," she replied, tucking her hair behind her ear. "Though I didn't really sneak up on you. You must be really drunk to have not noticed me. Look at my heels."
Rachel's eyes moved lower when the woman stretched out her legs. Indeed, she was wearing killer heels. Enough to snap her ankles and her neck should she buckle whilst walking in them.
"You got great legs." Rachel noticed, absentmindedly.
"Thanks. I'm Jessica by the way." She held out her hand.
Rachel blew a raspberry. "This is a strip club, not a business meeting. Why you asking for a handshake?"
Jessica dropped her hand on the bar grabbed the drink the Bartender brought for her.
Rachel watched her take a sip. "You said get me one without even checking what I'd ordered."
Jessica shrugged. "Well, I heard you mention blueberry. I'm down for any drink flavored blueberry."
Rachel played with her straw. "I'm Rachel by the way. Are you one of the strippers who work here?"
"Yeah, I am. But I don't just work here. I bounce around a few different clubs. Wherever the money's at. I make more here, though...." Her voice trailed off as she looked towards the stage. "It appears to be dead tonight. I don't think I'll be dancing for too long."
"Why is it so dead tonight?" Rachel asked.
"It's because there's a porn convention going on at the Aviary." The Bartender replied from behind them, causing them to swivel back. "All the perverts went there to get their freak on."
"I never thought the Aviary would host porn conventions." Rachel giggled, downing the rest of her drink. "I thought that venue was holy."
The Bartender brought her another drink. "Well, they need to make money. Best to host something than just pay to keep it clean and ventilated."
Jessica finished her drink. "Maybe I should go there. I could make more money dancing on one of their poles." She pulled out her card to pay.
The Bartender went to get the machine.
"Mmm, good call. I think I'll come with you," Rachel replied, finishing her third glass. "First bring me two shots of Vodka."
Jessica's eyes ran over her body. "You're a stripper too?"
"Yeah, and I need a new place to shake my ass. And this place is indeed dead." Rachel took both shots at once, slamming the glasses on the counter.
Both the Bartender and Jessica watch her with shock and awe.
"You've got a nice rack and I can tell from the way your dress hugs your frame that you've got a killer bod as well." Jessica complimented. "Which club do you work at?"
Rachel hopped off the stool and turned around to showcase her ass. She arched her back and smacked her left ass cheek. "What about her?"
The Bartender whistled. So did one of the men sitting a few seats away.
Jessica laughed. "Yeah, you've got a nice ass too." She stood up. "Let's go."
"You still sober enough to drive?"
"I only had one drink, remember?"
"Yeah." Rachel felt really good. All she needed now was a dick to ride on to feel better. She looked at the Bartender who was wiping the counter, before leaning in and whispering into Jessica's ear.
She laughed. "Go for it. I'll wait."
"Thanks." Rachel held two thumbs up. "I'll be fast I promise."