Awakenings Ch. 08

As she set them on the table Mel said; "Hi Maggie."

Smiling, Maggie said; "Hi Mel, Hi Amy; who's your friend?"

"Maggie, this is Michael Nolan. Michael this is Maggie Reynolds."

"Hi Maggie, nice to meet you."

"Hi Michael, nice to meet you too."

Mel asked; "Maggie is Dexter Porter treating you good?"

"He is. He bought me a ring. He gave it to me Saturday night. We're engaged." Beaming with pride, Maggie held out her left hand and showed us her new diamond engagement ring.

Nodding her approval Mel said, "That's a beautiful ring. Dexter must have gotten that job with Donleavy Construction."

"He did and now he's saving as much money as he possibly can. I am too. We want to be able to buy a house."

Amy asked; "Have you set a date for the wedding?"

Shaking her head, Maggie said; "We're going to wait for at least a year and when we do get married I think we'll just go to a justice of the peace. Weddings are expensive. We'd both rather spend the money on a house."

Mel said; "That's smart."

Turning to me, Amy asked; "Michael, would you mind if we ordered for you? We know what's good here."

"Not at all."

Turning back to Maggie, Amy said; "We'll have an order of pulled pork, an order of beef brisket and an order of ribs. For sides we'll have creamed corn and beans."

Maggie asked, "Do you want tortillas or Texas toast?"

Mel and Amy both looked at me. I shrugged.

Amy said; "Bring us tortillas."

Maggie left to turn in our order. As soon as she was gone Mel started pouring beer. "They have Dos Equis lager on tap here."

"We like the food, but I think we might like the beer even more." Amy was grinning.

Once she finished filling the three mugs Mel pushed one towards me and another one towards Amy. Then she picked up her own mug and held it out. "To our new friend."

Amy and I picked up our mugs. Holding mine out, I said; "To my new friends."

The three of us clinked our mugs together and drank. The beer was cold and tasted good.

As we set our mugs down, Amy said; "You know this is the first time we've ever done this."

I looked at her with a puzzled expression.

She explained. "I mean go out with a guy we met at the club."

Nodding, I said; "Okay." And then I asked; "Why me? I'm just a middle aged accountant."

Shaking her head, Mel said; "No Michael, you are a truly fascinating man."

"Why?"

"Lots of reasons, but I think the way you're coping with what your wife is doing might be the most compelling."

Amy said, "I haven't heard much about this. Will you tell me what happened?"

"Okay, but it's kind of a long story."

Mel said; "Bobby's is open until 2:00 AM."

"All right." I told them the story, the entire story. They both listened with rapt attention. When our food arrived I continued talking while we ate. Occasionally one of them asked a question. They were both curious about the observations Jennifer Rawlins had made that night in The Cosmopolitan Lounge. They also prodded me for every detail about the weekend I'd just spent with Jeanne in San Francisco.

When I was finished Amy looked at Mel and said; "Now I understand why you were so eager to get to know Michael better."

Mel said; "He's an interesting man, isn't he."

"Yes he is."

"Would one of you please explain why this situation I'm in makes me such an interesting man?"

Amy said, "Michael it's not the situation, it's the way you're responding to it. You're actually listening to Jeanne. You're trying to understand. You're making an effort to find a way to stay together. Most men would have kicked Jeanne to the curb. Some of them would have slapped her around first. What was it you said when you talked about her dating that Trent guy? Oh yes, you told us that you realized that if Trent fucked Jeanne in the ass it really wouldn't diminish you as a man at all. Michael, that is an amazingly insightful statement. I've already fallen madly in love with you."

"I have too." Mel was smiling.

"You're both embarrassing me."

Laughing, Mel said; "Tough titty cuckboy."

"What?"

Amy kissed my cheek and said; "She's just teasing you. You should be flattered. Mel only teases people she likes."

"That's right." Mel was still smiling.

I smiled back at her. There was a moment of silence and then I said; "Okay, I told you my story in detail. Now I think it's only fair for you to tell me yours. I want you to hear how the two of you met."

Staring at me, Mel said; "That's pretty close to asking me why I became a stripper."

"Okay, you're right, but I ask you this question. Do you really believe I'm going to judge you?"

Shaking her head, Mel said; "No Michael, I don't."

Amy said, "Mel, it's a fair question. I'll start. When you feel comfortable you can join in."

"Okay."

Amy thought for a moment and then she said; "I was born in Kansas City, Missouri. While I've never met my father I know he was rich. My mother told me about him. His father owned several car dealerships in Kansas City. He dated my mother during the summer after they graduated from high school. My mom was attracted to his wealth. He drove a fancy sports car, wore expensive clothes, bought my mom expensive presents and took her to fancy restaurants. He was looking for an easy piece of ass. My mom gave it to him. By the end of the summer she was pregnant."

Picking up the pitcher, Amy poured the remaining beer into our three mugs.

I asked, "Do we need another pitcher?"

Mel said. "Fuck yes, we might need four or five more."

Amy and I both smiled.

Maggie was standing next to the cash register talking to Becky. I called, "Maggie" and held up the empty pitcher. She nodded and hurried into the bar.

Amy took a sip of her beer and continued. "When my dad's dad found out that my mom was pregnant he went nuts. He was afraid that his son's life was going to be ruined. First they tried to persuade my mom to get an abortion. She was Catholic, so that was out of the question. Realizing that plan wasn't going to work they decided to try to buy their way out of the problem. There was a lot of negotiating. They finally reached an agreement. They paid my mother fifty thousand dollars and found her a job as a cocktail waitress in Eau Claire, Wisconsin. In exchange she agreed to absolve my father of any paternity responsibilities."

Maggie brought the fresh pitcher of beer. I filled our three mugs.

Amy continued. "The fifty thousand dollars covered the hospital costs for my birth and left my mom with a nice down payment on a town house in Eau Claire. After that she was on her own. She dated lots of men, but none of them were interested in assuming the responsibility of raising another man's child. My mom was a good mother, but she was barely getting by. After I graduated from high school she made it clear that while she would always love me, I was now on my own. I loved to dance and I thought I was good at it. My dream was to become a professional dancer, so that June I took a Greyhound bus to Las Vegas. I was going to be a chorus girl."

Amy took a long sip of her beer and then she looked at Mel. "You're turn."

Closing her eyes, Mel took a deep breath and started. "I was born on Chicago's south side. I've never met my father either. My mother didn't even know his full name. Everyone called him Andre, that was all she ever knew. She met him at a party. She was eighteen. He was older, a lot older. He flashed a little money and did some smooth talking. They left the party together. He took her to a couple of clubs and then he fucked her in the back seat of his car. Six weeks later she realized that she was pregnant."

I nodded.

Mel continued. "Five years after I was born my mom actually met a nice guy. They got married and had two boys together. He took care of me and treated me good, but I wasn't his kid. When I turned eighteen it was time to go. I had the same dream Amy had. I wanted to be a dancer and I did the same thing she did. I took a Greyhound bus to Las Vegas"

Amy said, "We met at an audition for a new show they were putting together for Caesar's Palace. There were four openings in the chorus. There must have been three hundred girls there. Mel and I were seated next to each other. We had to wait all day for our opportunity to dance. That gave us a lot of time to talk. When it was finally our turn we each got one minute to perform. After we were finished they just said next. We were ushered out of the room without any comments.

Shaking her head, Mel said; "We were pretty disappointed, but we'd spent the day talking and we'd become friends. I had a tiny apartment. My step dad was sending me a little money. Amy was living in kind of an unusual situation so I invited her to stay with me."

"I was living with a middle aged black jack dealer. He worked at one of the downtown casinos. He fed me and let me stay in his apartment. In exchange I gave him a blow job every day before he went to work."

I said, "That must have been difficult."

"No it really wasn't. He was a sweet guy." Amy paused for a moment and then she said; "Michael, I love giving head. I always have. I first realized it while I was still in high school." She laughed. "My senior year I was pretty popular. Like I said; Vince, that was the black jack dealers name, was a sweet guy. I enjoyed sucking him off and he taught me how to give a top notch blow job. The problem was that I'd lived with him for a couple of months. We were getting tired of each other. When Mel offered to let me stay at her place I jumped at it. Vince and I remained friends. Mel got to know him too. I still call him every couple of weeks."

Mel said, "Actually, Vince was responsible for our first real break. Like Amy just said, I got to know Vince too. We used to go over to his place for lunch. He'd feed us and we'd take turns sucking his cock. It was what you could call a mutually beneficial relationship."

I smiled.

Continuing, Mel said; "It had been over a month since we'd even had an audition. Both of us were working as night shift maids at one of the casino hotels and we hated it. We wanted to be dancers. We were having lunch with Vince. He could tell we were both pretty down so he told us he might be able to help us out. He had a friend who ran a no alcohol strip club. We were both so naive that he had to explain what that meant. In Vegas they control the strip clubs through their liquor licenses. If a club wants to serve alchohol the girls have to keep their panties on. If a club is willing to sell only soft takes the girls can be totally nude."

Nodding, I said; "Vince was offering to get you jobs dancing in a totally nude club."

Amy said; "That's right."

"I gather you took him up on his offer."

Mel said; "We didn't even have to think about it. Clean hotel rooms at night or flash our coochies while we danced in front of a room full of horny guys. Amy and I are both exhibitionists. The choice was easy."

"Vince called his friend. Mel and I met him at his club an hour later for an audition. Michael, it was a crazy place. You actually had to walk through a sex shop to get into the club."

"What was the audition like?"

Amy answered. "He took us into the club. It didn't open until five. It was about the size of two large living rooms. In the center of the room there was a raised round stage about eight feet in diameter. The stage was surrounded by two rows of padded chairs. They looked like the chairs that would come with a fancy dining room set. Altogether there were forty of them. There were also ten love seats placed along the back walls of the club."

I said, "Those were for lap dances."

Amy and Mel both nodded.

Amy continued. "There was a hallway on the left side of the club. We later learned that it led to the dancer's dressing room. There were lockers in there so we could lock up our street clothes and valuables. There were also two makeup tables with mirrors and several comfortable chairs. On the right side of the club there was a small bar with a refrigerator. The refrigerator was filled with soft drinks. There was another hallway next to the bar . We later learned that it led to the private booths."

"What were the private booths?"

Mel said, "We'll explain that in a minute."

Continuing, Amy said; "Jack, that was the owner's name, put on some music. We both did a strip for him. Once we were naked he had us sit on chairs on the stage with our legs spread while he talked to us. He wasn't being a creep, he was making sure that we weren't shy about flashing our stuff. He explained that we wouldn't get paid. In fact we would actually have to pay him fifty dollars a night for the privilege of dancing in the club."

Shaking her head, Mel said; "We thought he was joking. We were ready to get dressed and walk out."

Amy said, "We were, but he quickly explained that while we would get some tips while we were dancing, the real money was in lap dances. They cost thirty dollars a piece and on an average night we could expect to do ten to twenty of them. After the first fifty dollars we got to keep all of that money."

Mel chuckled. "We immediately changed our minds about leaving. It would have taken us almost two weeks to make that much money cleaning hotel rooms."

Smiling, Amy said; "Jack hired us and told us that we could start the next night. We were excited, but we did have one little problem. Neither of us had ever given a lap dance. When Jack heard that he made both of us give him one. He gave us some pointers and suggested that we spend a little time practicing on each other. Mel asked him what we needed for clothing. He suggested short skirts and low cut blouses. He explained that the old term strip tease was still pertinent. Guys like to think they're getting to see something they're not supposed to see, especially at the beginning of the dance."

Mel said; "Michael we were so excited. We went straight back to our apartment, pulled out all the clothes we had and started mixing and matching them to make costumes. Once we had some costumes we started choreographing dances for each other. That was so much fun."

Amy nodded. "It was, we were two eighteen year old girls laughing and giggling while we performed for each other."

"And then we started doing lap dances." Giggling, Mel said; "That was weird."

Smiling at Mel, Amy said; "But it was fun too. You do remember how it ended, don't you."

"Of course I do. How could I forget it. That was the first time we went down on each other."

"And we both had orgasms"

"God did we ever."

Amy reached over and placed her hand on my cock. "Michael, you're hard. Does hearing about two women making love turn you on? Would you like to watch?"

I gasped.

Mel said; "I think we can take that as a big yes. I'm wondering if it's not time to go home for a little dessert."

Shaking my head, I said; "Not until I've heard the end of your story."

Laughing, Amy said; "What else do you want to know?"

"I want to hear about your first night at the club and I'm really curious about the private booths."

Mel stared at me for a moment and then she said, "Michael, you really are a voyeur, aren't you."

Suddenly embarrassed, I stared at the floor.

Gently rubbing my thigh, Amy said; "Baby you don't have anything to be ashamed about. There nothing wrong with a little voyeurism. Mel and I are both ardent exhibitionists. We love men like you."

"We also don't believe in judging people. You don't either. That's one of the reasons we like you so much." Mel picked up the pitcher and divided the remaining beer between our three mugs. "We'll tell you the rest of the story while we finish our beer."

Amy took a sip of her beer. As she set her mug down she said; "The next morning we went to see Vince. We wanted to thank him, but we were also excited about dancing that night and we wanted to share our excitement with him."

Mel said, "We modeled our costumes for him and performed the strip numbers that we'd choreographed for each other."

"And then we both did a long slow lap dance for him. He loved it" Amy was smiling at the memory.

Nodding, Mel said; "We finished by giving him a tandem blow job."

"A tandem blow job? You mean you both sucked him at the same time? How do you do that."

Amy gave my cock a firm squeeze and said; "After we finish here, we're going to our house. When we get there we'll show you."

I gasped. Both women giggled.

"But first we have to finish the story." Amy was grinning at me.

"Okay."

She continued. "That night was amazing. We were both so excited when we got to the club. Jack met us. When we showed him our costumes he told us that the guys were going to love us. Then he introduced us to the woman who would be our mentor. Her name was Ginger. She'd been at the club since it opened three years earlier. She was a lot older than we were, maybe thirty or thirty-five."

Mel said, "She was very nice and a wonderful mentor. She took us to the dressing room, gave us each a locker and warned us to be careful to lock up our valuables. She said that some of the girls weren't too honest. Vince had told us to bring combination locks so we were prepared."

I said, "Vince turned out to be a pretty good friend."

Smiling, Amy said; "He still is. Twice a year we go to Vegas just to see him."

Mel said, "He also comes down here and stays with us a couple of times a year. "

Getting us back on track, Amy said; "Anyway, we put on our first costumes. While we were checking our makeup Ginger told us that we shouldn't use our real names. We needed stage names. That's when I became Simone."

"And I became Chantel."

Amy continued the story. "Once we were ready we went out into the club. It opened at 6:00, but there were only two guys there. That was actually okay. It gave us a chance to get used to dancing on the stage."

Shaking her head, Mel said; "For the first few hours it was pretty dull. I was afraid that we weren't going to make any money, but then about nine o'clock guys started to show up. Apparently most men who come to Vegas like to begin their evenings in the casinos. They tend to end their evenings in the strip clubs. By ten the place was full. Michael, we really are exhibitionist. You can't imagine how thrilling it was for us to dance totally naked in front of a crowd of cheering guys."

"I'll bet it was exciting. Did you get to do many lap dances?"

Amy said, "Lots of them. The guys loved us. By the end of the evening we'd both done over twenty."

"That's right and that night we were also introduced to the private booths."

"Tell me about them."

Grinning, Mel said; "They were pretty interesting."

Laughing, Amy agreed; "They really were."

"Tell me."

Mel said; "Okay. It was about 11:30. I'd just done three straight lap dances for a guy. When we finished the third one he asked me if we could have a party in one of the private booths. I explained that it was my first night and I didn't know anything about them, but I'd ask Ginger. Ginger was sitting with a guy. They were just talking so I went over and told her that I needed to ask her a question. She told me to go ahead. I told her that the gentleman I was with wanted to party with me in a private booth. Ginger immediately turned to her gentleman and excused herself. After explaining that she'd be right back she went to my gentleman and told him that we needed a minute. Then she led me to the door leading to the private booths and opened it."

"I'd just finished doing a lap dance when I saw Mel and Ginger going to that door. I was curious so I hurried over to them."

Mel said, "As soon as we saw Amy Ginger said, Good now I can show you both at the same time. She opened the door. There was a carpeted hallway. On the right side of the hall there were six more doors. Ginger told us that those doors led to the customer's side of the six private booths. She closed that door and led us to a door behind the soft drink bar. Neither of us had noticed it. She opened it and went inside. We followed her. We were in a hallway similar to the one the customers used only the doors were on the left side of this hallway. Ginger opened the first door. We looked inside. The booth was about four feet by four feet. There was a window three feet by three feet in the wall opposite the door. The customer's side of the booth was on the other side of the window. It was also about four feet by four feet. Each half of the booth had a chair just like the chairs in the club. Our side of the booth also had a small padded foot stool directly beneath the window. I also noticed that the bottom of the window was padded. Oh and here's the crucial bit of information. There wasn't any glass in the window."