Dream Vacation Pt. 03

Trina smiled, and called over one of the waitresses. While they whispered together, I watched as the women strutted off the stages from either side, and got a look at each of them as they went.

Charla stepped down first on the left. She was a gorgeous brunette with classically beautiful features, sultry brown eyes and a sensuous smile. Her body was model-perfect and then some, with a large and firm rack that sat up too high on her chest to be real, but they looked good to me all the same. She wore a gray pin-striped vest and black skirt, going for the "secretary" look, and her moves were enticing and sexy.

On the right, Susie Q was the first down the steps. She was a young and sweet blonde, dressed like a sorority girl with the college sweater and the little skirt, platform jellies, and hair back in a ponytail. Bright blue eyes and hot pink lips gave her a "cute" appearance, full of energy.

Following Charla on the left was Victoria, a knockout blonde with a high-collared fur jacket and black evening gown. She seemed to be going for the classy look, decked out with diamonds and ritz. She was taller than any of the other girls on the stage, partly due to long legs that teased with the slit up the side of her dress, and partly because of her six-inch platform heels.

Natalya went down after Susie Q, flipping her long and full brunette hair like someone out of a shampoo commercial. The way she moved convinced me even further that I wanted her.

Last on the left was Sandi, a slim girl with tanned skin and long, straight hair somewhere between blonde and brunette. She had gone with the Daisy Duke look, with a red checkered shirt tied across her top and short cutoffs that showed off her sexy smooth legs. Her breasts were smaller than the rest, a C-cup at most, but she made up for it with sheer sex appeal and an enticing mouth.

Following my lovely Natalya was Delilah, and her main assets were obvious: tits. They were cartoonishly large, basketball-sized, ballooning out from her chest as if trying to explode out the silvery-shimmery band that held them back. Delilah had gone I-Dream-of-Jeannie, and the look suited her well. Blonde hair gathered into a cone and spilling out the top as well as the silky threads of a harem girl completed her ensemble, and if it had been possible to look past her tits one would have seen that she had a pretty face as well, with full lips and inviting eyes.

All these details I observed in a matter of seconds, as the women came down off the stage and paraded across the club floor among their audience. I noticed that some of the other girls who had taken seats also got up, and no less than a dozen pretty foxes were soon making the rounds, strutting in two lines in opposing directions until they circled the room, and then walked toward the center and slipped past each other, reforming the circle on the other side. All the while, they made sexy eyes at the audience, including me of course, and the three who had ended up close to the stages climbed the steps and turned around as the music hit a sharp beat. Spotlights hit all three of them as they began to dance.

The DJ spoke up over the music. "All right horny guys, we're starting here and now! On stage left please show your appreciation to the lovely Victoria, on stage right is our own sexy Justine, and on center stage you can watch the sensuous stylings of Susie Q! Enjoy the show, everyone!"

Trina and I settled in to watch. I rather liked the arrangement of having Susie Q in front of us; of the three current dancers, she was my favorite. Her outfit and attitude reflected a youthful naughtiness and invoked images of the class slut, the girl who had a reputation for doing anything if you treated her right on a date.

Still, I couldn't help but glance around the room to see what had happened to all the other girls. They seemed to be wandering around and hooking up with the various guests, sitting down with them and ordering drinks. Natalya had gone over to Tom the Virgin, and he seemed pleased with that (I found I didn't mind either, knowing that Natalya would be mine before the night was out). Some had gone to the bar to create an atmosphere there, while others were simply standing around in sexy poses, watching the show.

Approaching me was Charla, the busty brunette. She greeted Trina and me with a dazzling smile and leaning over low to give us a good, deep look down her shirt. "Hi guys," she said. "Mind if I join you for the first set?"

"I'd like that," I replied, offering her the seat to my left (Trina sat on my right).

Charla sat down and got close, putting an arm around the back of the sofa to stroke my hair with her fingertip. "I'm Charla," she said unnecessarily. "You're Xavier, isn't that right?"

As far as you know, I thought, nodding. "And this is Trina," I said by way of introduction, even though I was sure they had probably already met.

Trina put out her hand for Charla to take, and leaned forward in front of me. "Tell me, Charla," she said, "do you like the taste of a woman?"

"Let's find out," Charla replied, and leaned in for the kiss. Their lips met and parted to let tongues play, inches away from my eyes. When the pretty girls parted, they turned to look at me with matching smiles.

"No need to stop on my account," I encouraged.

"Oh, but we wouldn't want to tease you too much," Charla insisted. "We've had men spontaneously combust in here before, and it's not a pretty sight..."

"But the two of you definitely are," I pointed out, realizing that Charla had probably handed me the opening but taking it up anyway as part of the strip-club game. I was also very much aware that a lot of Trina’s little observations and come-ons were just lines, and that she was essentially playing a part, but hey, that’s what I was paying for. It was all part of the fantasy, and I didn’t care that it was fake.

We continued to watch Susie Q's moves onstage, the girls on either side of me seemingly as into the show as I was. They whooped when she pulled open her sweater after the first two minutes, and whistled when she showed her rosy pink nipples for the first time. Once again, it was a new and different experience to watch a strip show with women as my companions, and the idea of them getting off on each other kept me excited far more than the show itself. Finally, at the close of the third song, the first set ended and the now-naked ladies gathered their clothes, threw kisses to the crowd, and left the stage.

"Let's all show our appreciation for Victoria, Justine, and Susie Q!" DeeDee announced as the girls waved and ducked away behind the curtains. "And now, as promised, we have our first special presentation for the night, so let's have all our guests come stand around the center stage!"

"You heard her, big boy, get on up there!" Charla urged me as she and Trina both took my hands and dragged me up to a standing position. I was slightly taken aback but decided to go along with it, and leaned my waist against the stage just a moment after the married couple of Ted and Jean. Tom needed a little coaxing, but soon he was up there with the rest of us, though looking like he'd do anything to go sit back down.

"Okay, are we all accounted for?"

"Everyone who's still awake," drawled Earl from my left, and everyone had a chuckle about that.

"Okay guys, let me tell you what this is about. We have a new girl with us on this trip, and she's been showing us all how horny she is, isn't that right, Sandi?"

The other girls cheered, and the spotlight shone on Sandi as she emerged from the curtain and took a little bow.

"Look at her... doesn't she have a sexy body?"

Cheers rose again.

"Well, we're going to have a little contest, and the winner gets a complimentary lapdance with the sexy, sultry Sandi! Now, everyone watch closely as Sandi slips out of her cute little top and gives us a good look at those perky tits of hers!"

Sandi looked mock-surprised, but immediately stripped her top off and tossed it aside, proudly displaying her tits cupped in both hands. Everyone cheered some more.

"Very nice, Sandi... very hot. But that's only half the story, as you well know. Those shorts just don't look comfortable, sweetie... why don't you take them off too?

A quick slide and a kick of the leg, and Sandi's shorts were flung from her body as well, leaving her dressed only in red heels and white thong. She turned around to show us her merchandise, eliciting more appreciation from the crowd.

"Now, Sandi, those aren't very practical panties, are they? You know what to do!"

She did indeed, and a moment later only her only nod to modesty were her shoes.

"All right everyone, get a good look, because the contest is starting now. We want to know if you can tell us Sandi's measurements: bust with cup size, waist, and hips. The one closest to the real numbers will get a no-holds-barred interlude with Sandi in our lapdance corner for the entire next set, and your companion can come along for double the fun! Of course, it may be that some of you can't see very well, and we want this to be a fair contest... so let's have each of our guests get a good feel for Sandi's curves!"

Sandi again looked surprised, but recovered quickly and stepped forward to reach for the hand of the first guest on her left, which happened to be Mark. Classic stripping saxophone music queued up as she pulled him onto the stage, close enough to touch him with both nipples and her thrust-forward hips. She almost kissed him, then turned around and held her arms outstretched, leaning back against his front and displaying herself to the crowd.

"Go on, Mark, see if you can guess her numbers - and remember, cup size counts!"

Mark turned a bit red as he put his hands on her hips, and Sandi gave a little "Ooh!" in response. She grinned with pleasure as he ran his hands up her body, over the curves of her hips into her waist, and (with some hesitation) over her breasts. He let his hands linger there for a moment while she wriggled her bottom against what must have been a hard and ready cock.

"All right Mark, let's not let her get too excited! You can have a lot more later - if you win! Now, the lovely Miss Bianca will write down your guess if you'll just whisper in her ear... very well, step down now, who's next?"

Earl went next, but my eye was on Bianca, whom I hadn't seen since the welcoming party. Her skin was alabaster, though her features suggested at least some influence from south of the border. Her eyes were green and intense; her hair long, brunette, and straight. She was dressed in a cocktail waitress costume, which meant of course that she was topless, and her breasts were classically shaped with cute little nipples. She wrote down Earl's guess and gave him a kiss on the cheek as he left the stage.

Sandi came to me next, and I gamely stepped onto the stage and let Sandi press her body tightly against me. "I really hope you win," she whispered softly, then stroked my hard member once through my pants and turned around to place herself in my hands.

The others had started at the waist - I started at the breasts instead, earning me a whistle from the crowd and an "Oh, my!" from DeeDee. I was no expert at judging size, but her breasts felt about the same as my wife's, so I guessed her at a 34D for the top. The waist and hips involved more guesswork, but I arrived at what seemed like plausible numbers and, in a sudden impulse, gave Sandi's ass a little goose.

"Ah! You naughty boy!" she scolded playfully, reaching behind me and giving my bottom a quick spank. She smiled when she said it, though, and kissed my cheek as she sent me off to Bianca.

"So, what do you think?" Bianca asked.

"I think you're very lovely."

"Why, thank you," Bianca purred. "I see you're on the VIP ticket... any chance you might take me to your bed some night?"

"A good one, I think," I replied.

"I'll be thinking about it too," she said with a smile. "So... your guess?"

"34D, 25, 34."

"Okay, go on down now!"

I hopped back down to the floor, where Trina greeted me happily. "Hey honey," she said. "Think you got her?"

I shrugged. "No idea."

"Well, if you didn't, don't worry. Remember, you're VIP, you can have all the lapdances you want."

The remaining guests made their guesses, Tom turning bright red as he made his trembling hands stroke Sandi's body. He stumbled as he stepped down and seemed grateful for his companion's arms back around him again, pulling him back into a nearby chair and out of the spotlight.

"All right guys, that's it! Now, let's have an official measurement, and who better to do the job than the woman who would break the tape, Dynamite Delilah!"

Delilah, the woman with the titanic tits, came in from stage right and immediately put her tongue down Sandi's throat, seemingly overwhelming the smaller girl. Sandi recovered well, though, and her hands reached up to caress those huge knockers as Delilah held her in embrace. I couldn't help but wonder what Delilah would be like in lapdance, having always been excited by the massive-tit look but never having actually touched watermelons like hers.

"Incidentally, Delilah's massive mammaries burst her bra to the tune of 44-triple-H, making her the bustiest babe ever to grace our stage. So, Delilah, if you'll do the honors of measuring our pretty Sandi!"

Delilah let the poor girl up for air, and Sandi made a big show of nearly fainting with lust. Finally, though, she assumed the same pose with Delilah as she had with each of us, and the tape wrapped around her hips.

"Thirty-six!" Delilah called out, and I saw one or two of the guests make triumphant gestures. I figured I'd already lost, but waited for more.

"Twenty-five!"

I held my breath.

"Thirty-six... C!"

Bianca held up one of her slips. "We have a winner! Tom, come forward to claim your prize!"

We cheered for Tom as he stood up and Sandi rushed down off the stage to greet him, giving him a full-on kiss as she rushed into his arms. Poor Tom looked like he didn't even know what to do with himself, but as Sandi and Lexus led him away toward the high-backed sofas in a corner of the club, I knew he would find out pretty quick.

"All right!" DeeDee shouted, "Let's bring up the next set and welcome our dancers - applause for Charla, Candi, and staying on center stage to entertain you, Delilah!"

"Want to stay and watch, head for the bar, or lapdance?" Trina asked.

"I'd like a lapdance, but I'd rather wait for the rules to change."

Trina shrugged. "Okay, but remember that this isn't an ordinary club. You don't have to pay for it anyway."

"That's true," I thought. "But you know, it would probably be cool to get to know Natalya a little bit, not just what's under her clothes but what she's into. Do you see her around anywhere?"

"Good idea! Um... there she is, over at the bar. Shall we?"

"Er, just a moment..."

I hesitated because Delilah had just turned her massive chest toward me and pulled her top down to let her huge boobies out in the open. I had seen pictures and movies with pornstars that had these kinds of tits, but never in real life. They were just too big to be real (and of course, they weren't), bulging out of her body like a pair of flesh-colored watermelons, with nipples as wide as saucers. She rubbed them in circles and purred to show how much the feel of her own breasts excited her, then licked her fingertips and tickled the nipples to hardness. I knew that before the night was through I would have to get my hands on those massive jugs.

She leaned them in only inches away from my face, so that her tits completely filled my vision, and it was all I could do to keep from taking a double-handful of those tempting mounds and giving each nipple a good, long lick. Later, I told myself firmly.

Then I decided to make a date, so to speak. “Would you give me the pleasure of a private dance after the first chime?” I asked the sexy Delilah.

“The pleasure’s all mine, love,” she replied, and shook her huge tits in my face before leaning back and resuming her dance. I enjoyed her show until halfway through the next song, when Trina nudged me and pointed over at a table where Natalya was waiting for us.

We picked up our drinks and left the center couch. It didn’t stay empty for long.

* * * * *

“Good evening,” Natalya said in an unbearably sexy East European accent. “I understand that you wish me to join you and your woman tonight?”

I felt the lump in my throat that always assailed me when I spoke with a beautiful and available woman. The idea that she was a sure thing made me far more nervous than if I had assumed I had only the slimmest chance, which would be the case in any other place. “I would like that very much,” I answered.

She raised an eyebrow slightly and smiled. “Why?” she asked.

I blinked.

“Do not misunderstand, I am pleased and excited to give myself to you,” she said. “I only wish to know, for my own curiosity, why you choose me over so many very beautiful and sexy women.”

“Well… you seemed like a nice girl,” I said, and instantly felt stupid for saying something so lame and cliché.

“Tsk, tsk,” Natalya admonished. “You know that this is not true. You do not even know me, after all. Why do you not be honest with me, and tell me what truly drives a man like you? I cannot give you what you want if I do not know what it is.”

“I loved the way you moved onstage,” I said. “And I think your breasts are perfect, and your lips are very exciting.”

Natalya reached down and, without warning, opened her top and exposed her breasts. “They are perfect, you say?” she asked me. “Do you like how big they are, how round, how firm… do you like the way my nipples show my excitement?”

“Mm-hm,” I answered, enjoying the game.

“That is good, my darling. I like to have my breasts touched and loved. You will do this for me tonight, no? And my lips… you will kiss them, and let her kiss them, and you will both lick and kiss my sweet nipples for me. And I will be hot for you and let you fuck me very deep and good. You will like this, I think.”

“I think you’re right,” I replied, too flustered to say more.

“Now, do you really want me because I am a ‘nice girl?’” she asked with a raised eyebrow.

“No,” I replied. “I want you because your body drives me wild, and because the idea of fucking your tits and your pussy gets me hard, and because I want to watch you and Trina do each other like hot lesbian sluts.”

Trina barely managed to avoid spitting out her drink, and cracked up at my deadpan delivery once she got it down. Natalya, however, simply nodded and smiled. “There, now… that wasn’t so hard, was it? It is best to say what you mean. So, you really like the lesbian sex, do you?”

“It’s my favorite fetish. I really get off on watching two women go at it together, with lots of kissing and playing with each others’ tits.”

“Mmm, that makes me excited,” Natalya said. “I will give you a special show when I am on stage next, I think. And then an even more special encounter with you and your pretty lover tonight. But you must forgive me now, while I prepare myself for the dancing. I look forward to fucking you later, sexy man.”

“I can’t wait,” I replied, taking her by the hand and kissing the back of it. Trina took it next and did the same, then sucked one of Natalya’s fingers into her mouth and looked up at her longingly.