Any Chance We Could Ch. 48

Carol sat on the bed and pulled on black stockings and then put on her black leather pants before stepping into a pair of black calfskin pumps. I couldn't help but notice that in the bright light in the bedroom it was obvious from the garter clasp bumps what she was wearing under the pants.

"Which one handsome?" asked Veronica as she held two dresses in front of her. One was red with sort of a halter top and a bare back that indicated no bra would be worn, and the other was a creamy coffee colored satin dress with a deeply scooped neckline, cap sleeved top and a longer full skirt. The top had four buttons from the waistband up to the bottom of the scooped neck and the skirt had eight or ten from the waistband to the hem. A matching leather belt was hanging from the hanger.

"Do those buttons work or are they just decoration?" I asked.

"They work, that's how I get in and out of it. Unbutton the top and one or two at the top of the skirt then step in. I think this'll work well tonight, I can unbutton the skirt to show my legs which you love to look at or unbutton the top to let Emerson or even Hazel caress my tits. For the lap dance I can just unbutton the skirt and Rose can ride me against my g-string. So?"

"The coffee colored one. Hose?"

"I've some dark taupe. I thought about seams but they'd probably get all twisted, so seamless. I'll also wear a front hook bra for easy access," smile Veronica. "Careful, you're coming out of that lace bikini," she remarked before leaning down and kissing my head that was poking out of the top.

Katrina was wearing a gold leather mini-skirt, a soft form fitting cashmere sweater, barely black hose with some gold highlights and gold four inch heeled pumps. Ashley was similarly dressed in a plaid wool skirt about four inches above her knees, a rather bulky sweater, garter hose (she showed me) and high heeled sandals. Cindy had on a stretchy red dress that hugged her slender body like a second skin, nylon clad legs (must have been pantyhose) and red high heeled pumps.

I replayed quickly in my mind the checklist of dates for tonight: me, Veronica, Emerson, Hazel to dinner and the strip club. Carol, Katrina, Judy going off to a lesbian club Carol had visited a few times. Ashley, Max, Beth going out for dinner. Cheryl and Cindy are off on a date somewhere. Lauren has left for her dad's, and Mary Claire with Gloria to dinner and then either to show or back here for a movie. I think that's about it.

Hazel and Emerson were walking in the door just as Judy pulled in the driveway. Hazel dressed in a slightly flared dark green skirt that stopped four inches above her knees, a lighter green silk top that was frilly with the top two buttons unfastened. She must have been wearing a push-up bra because her cleavage was very inviting. Her auburn hair now lightly streaked with blond highlights was down on her shoulders. After shaking Emerson's hand I welcomed her with a full mouth kiss as she pressed into my embrace.

"I hope your answer isn't no," she whispered in my ear.

"I'm looking forward to tonight," I whispered in reply.

Emerson similarly greeted Veronica. We stood aside as Max, Beth and Cheryl arrived right behind Judy. Max was casually dressed in brown pants and a tan polo. Judy was wearing an impossibly tight sweater that covered her ass. The rest of her outfit was sheer lace bottomed leggings and four inch high heeled sandals. I introduced Judy to Emerson and Hazel.

Nodding towards the arriving limo Cheryl said, "Your carriage awaits."

While the rest of my family sorted themselves out for transportation I noted to all, "Remember, this is my date night. Carol, Katrina, Ashley and Cindy use your debit cards and save your receipts for Lauren. Feel free to spend the night at your date's home. Just please call and let me know that you won't be home tonight. If you wish to come back here to finish off the evening please feel free to do so. Sleeping arrangements are yours to decide upon, either here or at your homes. You are all welcome to stay here. Oh, hi Gloria."

Gloria had a strong resemblance to her mother and her older sister. She was dressed in a simple black dress that emphasized her cleavage and nice rounded ass. She was wearing hose and high heeled sandals. Mary Claire came out of the den when she heard Gloria's name and enthusiastically hugged and kissed her. She then introduced her to everyone.

"Everyone don't feel the need to rush off. Leave when you're ready, last one out lock the door," I said as I took Hazel's hand and gestured Emerson and Veronica out the door. Just as I was about to close the door I reminded Mary Claire what I told the others about using the debit card.

As Hazel and I walked hand in hand, ahead of us Emerson had his hand in the small of Veronica's back as he guided her toward the limo. Rose, soon to be Autumn opened the back door and as I was the last one in she touched my arm and asked, "On for tonight?"

"Pretty sure, yes. I'll have the definite answer after dinner. We're having dinner at the St Louis Club in Clayton. I'm really looking forward to our visit to the East Side."

"Me too," smiled Rose. "You're all nice looking people and I'd really like to entertain you. Do you mind if I assume you'll go. I need to call the other driver when we get to Clayton, he lives in Glencoe so it's a bit of a drive."

"Sure. If we don't go I'll cover the hundred you're paying him," I grinned. "I'll leave this wallet in your care while we're at dinner." She has a delightful figure that will be a delight to see nude I'm sure, I thought as I climbed in. Veronica and Emerson were side by side on one of the facing seats so I sat next to Hazel.

"Well what are plans for after dinner?" she asked with a broad smile while taking my hand.

"Well," said Veronica, "I think you'll both enjoy them. Elaborate a bit handsome."

"I've arranged for us to go across the river to a strip club in Washington Park. Now before you complain Hazel, hear me out," I said.

"Wait," said Hazel still smiling. "I remember several years ago when you and Emerson went to one in Cincinnati and how I ragged on my poor husband for days about it. Two days ago as I was going to visit Evie I dropped off that report Emerson had for you. Only Lauren was there and when she motioned for me to come in I overheard her making the arrangements. I think it's wonderful that we're going together tonight. Evie said I ought to try it. I'm very curious what it's going to be like, so go ahead."

"Wow, Hazel you're really up for this?" asked Emerson.

"Absolutely."

"Veronica and I've planned some special entertainment for the two of you at the Hollywood ShowClub. Well actually as Hazel just mentioned Lauren had a hand it as well. Our driver used to dance there. She's been retired, so to speak, for the last couple of years but she's agreed to perform tonight both publically and privately for us."

"And then?" Hazel asked continuing to smile.

"We're going back to our house," answered Veronica.

"For?" asked Hazel as she snuggled against me I noticed that Emerson had his hand on Veronica's leg above her knee just under her skirt hem.

"Anything sexy that you'd like to try," I said.

"Are we spending the night?" she asked.

"If you wish," Veronica replied.

"See Emerson, it's a good thing I brought that small bag along," grinned Hazel.

"You look outstanding, or did I already tell you that?" I asked her.

"Say it as often as you like, as long as you mean it you sexy man," replied Hazel lightly kissing my cheek. "New lipstick, it's not supposed to wear off. I'm taking it for a road test tonight."

Veronica smiled at us as she put her hand on top of Emerson's and coaxed it further up her leg. "I'd let you go all they way up, but I don't want to wrinkle my dress just yet."

I pulled the crib sheet from the red wallet and explained the salient points to Emerson and Hazel. As I talked Hazel seemed to hug my arm even more tightly and move even closer to me. Her breast against my arm had my full sensory attention. "Why the condom?" asked Hazel.

"So we don't fill our pants with come during the lap dance," I explained.

"You won't do that will you Emerson?" asked Hazel.

"Don't know, just being prepared though," he smiled.

"I guess that'll be okay if you do, we'll get it up again later," she smiled.

The more Hazel talked on the way to dinner the more I felt that we were going to become lovers tonight. I sensed that she'd already decided that tonight would be the night. As we exited the car at the St Louis Club building entrance I pulled Rose aside and softly said, "Unless you hear otherwise we're on for later."

We sat at a spacious four-topper, Hazel and I across from each other and next to our spouses. Conversation was energetic and positive about the last week in our lives and Hazel went on and on about the changes she was going to make to the house next door. Their contract had been accepted and they were closing Monday. Keith was to begin some demolition work there on Tuesday. Amy Anne Warren was listing their house and already had a few prospects go through it.

Dieter, the club manager had set us up with his best waiter and as he was pouring our coffee he asked if this should go on the Midwest Capital account. "No, we sold that company. Here's my Amex card."

As we were waiting for the receipt, Dieter came over and asked if he should leave the account open. I gave him the new president's name and number and said, "Call them. I suspect they'll want to keep the account and be responsible for the Midwest Capital membership. Send me a couple of applications and Emerson and I'll apply in our own names."

"Or can we elect to open some type of corporate membership that anyone in our families could use?" Emerson asked.

"On the surface it can seem more pricy but not when you take into account that the base allows five members to be listed and two guest pass cards. If you're forming a joint investment account for some of your family assets that would be considered to be a corporate account. We have a few families who are members that span several generations who have such investment firms," he noted. We thanked him for the idea and I said that Lauren would be in contact with him in the coming days.

I called Rose and told her we'd be down shortly. She was standing by the open door broadly smiling as we walked toward the car. Before I got in I told her, "'Showtime.' Let's be on our way."

Traffic and bridge traffic was light with some minor construction related delays through East St. Louis and in about 20 minutes after driving north on a two lane road for a mile or so we pulled into the lighted parking lot at Hollywood ShowClub. Rose parked next to the extra driver's car and as Rose let us out he stood at the driver's door of the limo. I asked Rose if she was going to pay him or if I should. "You can when we come out," she said.

As we started to walk toward the building, Rose took a small yellow zippered canvas bag from the front seat and joined us. "When we're done I'll come out a side door by the DJ booth and meet you back at the limo. It'll be about fifteen minutes after I've performed the second time." she explained. "Wait, did you put on your rubbers?"

"Hell it isn't raining," I replied with a grin. "No."

"Do you want to? It'll make your evening more pleasant than maybe filling up your trousers," she grinned.

"Emerson, get back in. If either of you wants to help, join us," I said reaching into my pants pocket for the condoms. The cash from the wallet was in an inside pocket of my jacket.

Just the two of us got in and I gave Emerson one and I tore the foil on mine. We sat, pushed our pants down and unrolled the sheaths and put them on. "Pack it pointing up was Lauren's suggestion for the entertainment later," I smiled at Emerson who seemed a little self-conscious.

"Doesn't it bother you exposing yourself to me?" he asked.

"Once you've shared your wife with another man in the same bed ... no, it doesn't bother me anymore."

We stepped out to three beautiful smiling women and began to walk to the front door.

As we got to the door it was opened by an impressively large black man, he said "Welcome to Hollywood ShowClub. Nice to see you again Autumn. It's been awhile. Cover is $7 each with a two drink minimum, so $30 a piece. Autumn you don't need to pay the cover." Looking at us he continued "You cannot touch the dancers while they're on stage."

"Thanks. It's been a couple of years Latrell, but this visit is a short encore for these good friends of mine. Scott, Veronica, Emerson and Hazel," smiled Rose.

"Then forget the cover and minimum," smiled Latrell gesturing us into the club.

"I noticed the sign said all nude," said Hazel with a slight frown. "Does that mean you'll be totally nude Rose, er Autumn?"

"Yeah, just like everyone else on stage. You'll love it. Gotta go, don't know exactly how soon I'll dance but probably right after Betty Jo, listen for her name. She's usually got long blonde hair but I don't know what she's wearing tonight, see ya," said Autumn waving over her shoulder and walking down the side of the center stage towards a door by the DJ booth.

We'd entered at a short break as they were changing dancers. The one who'd just finished was gathering her clothes and the money scattered over the stage and obviously was enjoying bending over with her ass and pussy pointed to the appreciative audience. Dancers on the two other stages on each side were doing the same. I did a quick scan over the club and noticed that the audience was probably 20 percent, maybe a little more than that, female. The age range seemed to be young 20s to a few obviously well past 60. I noticed five female patrons sitting together near the stage on the far left, two of whom were holding hands on the tabletop. Another who I suspected was college student was involved in a conversation with a thirty-something woman with his arm around her shoulders.

The nude dancers on the three stages finally finished gathering their tips and as the four of us took a table the next dancers were being introduced. We sat at a table that was two rows from the center stage and ten feet from the one we expected Autumn to be on. We were immediately approached by a young topless waitress who took our drink orders and came within a hairsbreadth of swiping her nipple across Hazel's cheek. I wondered what Hazel's reaction might be but she turned to Veronica and said, "Next time that happens I may be tempted to lick her nipple, but I know if I do I could get kicked out so I'll resist the temptation."

When Emerson's eyes widened in shock, she said, "I told you tonight was the coming out of the new me. You said your fantasy was to have a hot wife, so tonight is the start in that direction."

Well that kind of broke the ice and Veronica gave me a knowing look and elbowed Emerson who was still too stunned to look at the stage until he followed Veronica's head motion. The new dancer looked to be about Katrina's age, build and similar facial features. Veronica and I both noticed the similarity. As the second song started she leaned toward me and said softly, "Katrina." I nodded and took her hand and we walked up to the tip rail sat at two vacant seats and placed tented fives in front of us. When the dancer moved towards our end she noticed the two Lincolns. With only a bikini bottom and a garter belt left she danced over in front of us, squatted, spread her legs and squeezed her tits smiling at us. She spread her legs and slowly ran her hand along her left inner thigh and then pulled her bottom to the side to give us a good look at her hairless pussy.

We each placed another five on the stage in front of her. She stood and gyrated her hips seductively as she slowly pushed her bottoms down. After tossing the bikini aside she again crouched about a foot from Veronica's face and spread her legs wide, Then again she moved her left hand over her inner thigh but this time two fingers slowly moved along her pussy lips and crevice. She smiled at my love who was grinning appreciatively.

Using that same hand the dancer tugged at the garter inviting us to slide the fives under it. Veronica's hand moved toward the dancer's pussy but then stopped remembering that touching was not permitted. When her tip was received our hot dancer mouthed "thank you," and moved across the stage to entertain the patrons on that side.

Rather than returning to our table we remained seated. I noticed Veronica was a little flushed. A few moments later as the song was in its last bars the dancer was in front of us again, she laid down, then knelt, showing us her tight ass, then spreading her legs to reveal her sex and began gyrating her ass. She pushed her ass back as she raised the garter inviting us again to tip her, which we did again but this time with twenties just as the song ended. She turned around, squatted and said, "I'll come to your table." Then as we headed back to our table she proceeded to gather up more tips and her clothing.

When we got back to the table Hazel said, "That could have been Katrina."

"Yes, she certainly resembled her," said Veronica. "I wonder if Autumn gives private lessons. I'll bet all the women in our house would want to take them."

"Ohh, me too," gasped Hazel. All of us turned to look at her and she asked, "What?" I knew that once Hazel made up her mind regarding any project she embraced it fully, but I was still surprised by the eagerness in her voice.

The next dancer was closer to Autumn's age but there'd been a lot of rough years in there somewhere. She was a good dancer, but not as arousing as our 'daughter'.

The next dancer looked to be about twenty, if that old, was somewhat nervous and had a hard time looking at the patrons along the tip rail. I had the impression that she was new to stripping. I'd given Hazel a handful of ones and fives and she and Emerson were at the rail tipping the young dancer when 'Katrina' came to our table wearing high heeled red boots and a red lace pair of boy pants. "I'm Vanilla Éclair, can I join you and will you buy me a drink?" she asked sitting in Hazel's vacant chair.

"Are you old enough?" I asked with a chuckle.

"Twenty-two last week," and looking at Veronica she asked "Are you?"

"Oh you sweet thing, thanks," grinned Veronica. A topless waitress appeared and both of us ordered white wine from a vintage box I'll bet and she asked for a G & T. I'm sure the 'G' was held. Lauren had told us the dancers rarely drank until much later and some not at all and that they got a spiff payment from the club for each over-priced drink that they persuaded a patron to buy them.

The drinks were promptly delivered and the cheerful waitress said, "That'll be thirty-five."

I put two twenties on her tray and smiled, "thanks."

"I'm Candi. I'll keep an eye on this table, just catch my eye and I'll be right over."

I don't know how they could dilute a generic white wine, but they had. At least it didn't taste awful, just weak.

"Would you like a lap dance?" she asked Veronica with a smoldering look.

"Yes, but we'll get one later. You remind us of our daughter," I said.

"Ohh, kinky, then an incestuous lap dance, huh. I'll be back," she said as she drifted over to another table occupied by two men and a woman carrying her 'drink' with her. It wasn't long before one of the guys was going with her into the private dance area.

Hazel and Emerson stayed at the tip bar for the next two dancers and I got Candi's eye and directed her over to them. She took their order and came back to me asking, "You buyin'? It's twenty-five." I gave her two twenties and she wiggled her ass away from us to the bar. We stood and joined Emerson and a slightly flushed Hazel during the second dancer's routine.