The Love Affairs of Harmony Jones Ch. 02

Thanks everyone who read my last chapter. Sorry it has taken me so long to submit the second chapter. I know it starts slow but trust me it gets so much better.

Harmony and Kallie go to Valhalla, meet up with some fun people, and visit a strip club. Chapter 3 is going to be really hot so keep reading to find out what happens next!

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As soon as we got to the club I rushed to get to the bar as soon as I could. Usually Kallie and I would walk around and work the room a bit, saying hello to the people she knew and everything, but I left her to do that so that I could get a drink. I was desperate for anything to make me stop thinking about Kallie naked. I passed through Valhalla easily, I knew it like I knew my grandmother's house.

Valhalla was a three level bar and club. The bottom level was for Top 40 music and dancing, it was underground. There were no windows, the restrooms were disgusting, but most of the people were down there dancing their asses off and getting as drunk as they could on the cheapest alcohol money can buy. There were a couple of bars and almost no seating down there, with one pool table in the back that was usually monopolized by the same guys every single night. The room wasn't decorated at all. The floor, walls, and ceiling were all black and there were steel poles for girls to dance on and cages to dance in and climb about on. Usually two or three guys were paid to walk around with leaf blowers to lift dresses and skirts. Some nights they had foam or balloon parties that were pretty fun. A few times a year they held jello wrestling nights. It wasn't my scene but when I was slumming it I would head down there to find a quick and dirty one night stand.

The middle level where people entered was more upscale. It was more like a lounge with lots of seating and tables, with two bars on the left and right walls. There was a decent sized dance floor that was almost as packed as the one downstairs. They mostly played ambient techno and electronica. There were two small stages on either side of the dance floor where four paid dancers gyrated up and down and did tricks. Sometimes they had hula hoops or spinning glowsticks or glow in the dark ribbons. They were pretty good looking and attracted a lot of on lookers, and were fun to watch when you were tired from dancing. The restrooms were a lot better but they got pretty gross toward the end of the night. On special themed nights you could get free watered down champagne, jello shots, or shooters depending on how fast you could track them down before they ran out of supplies. The walls were royal purple and the ceiling was bright blue. The bartops were lit neon purple from underneath. The floor was black and shiny. Everything metal was shiny chrome.

I was on the middle level so I made my way over to the first bar in my path. It was very crowded. People were standing elbow to elbow with cards and cash in their hands. I got fast service because the bartender knew I was Kallie's friend and that I'm a big tipper for drinks made without watered down liquor, so I put my tip right in her hand instead of in the jar. I asked for two Midori Sours and one shot of Grey Goose. I drank the shot and chased it with the Midori Sour.

When I found Kallie again she was talking to the club manager and his wife, Aaron and Pamela. I gave her the other drink and pretty much hung onto mine for dear life. I'd met the club manager a couple of times but we never had much to say to each other since we only knew each other through Kallie, but I'd never met his wife. She was blonde, too tan, and had obviously fake tits. She was wearing a tiny white dress that was meant for someone half her age. I couldn't hear what they were talking about over the loud music, so I just sipped my drink and watched the people on the dance floor. Eventually Kallie grabbed my hand and gave me a VIP bracelet to wear. This was rare, usually we got in free but we only got VIP for free when there were more guys than girls upstairs.

Kallie and I went up to a set of stairs that was roped off and guarded by a bouncer named Hal. He smiled at us and we both pecked him on the cheek as he lifted the rope. We didn't go around kissing bouncers on a regular basis. Hal was special because he'd saved Kallie and me from getting roofied by this guy and his friend one time. We climbed up the metal and concrete stairs to the VIP room and came to a roped off door and another bouncer who let us through without a kiss. Kallie and I stood barely in the threshold of the VIP room and allowed ourselves to be seen. Most of the guys turned toward us as they noticed our presence and a lot of the girls turned to look at us too. We knew we were being watched and we just sort of stood there for a moment pretending to be absorbed in our own private worlds until they all looked away again. This was how we usually made an entrance. It only took a couple of seconds, but it was enough to place ourselves in the consciousness of those who were looking for a hookup. They immediately marked us as we walked in.

In the VIP room the music varied based on the tastes of the patron who had paid the most for his party. That night it was a mix of Top 40, 80's music, and Classic Rock. Depending on who was having parties up there you could get some drinks for free, but usually they were really watered down. It was a square room with two black walls, two white walls, and a red floor. The ceiling was also red. Black sofas were pushed against the walls. Red and black barstools and black iron tables with glass tops were scattered around. There was a small dance floor in one corner with huge mirrors surrounding it on both sides. In another corner was the only bar. The other two corners had huge round black ottomans placed on the floor that were obscured by sheer white curtains all around. With the creative lighting everyone outside the curtained area could only see black shadows moving in the dark. Lucky couples (and sometimes groups) who managed to gain territory of these curtained areas made as much use of them as possible. People VERY rarely had sex in there, because few people were brave enough, but many people did do a lot heavy petting and making out. There was a rumor that if you paid the bartender enough you could buy a condom and his silence, but I wasn't sure if it was true or not. I wouldn't have put anything past Billy though. A lot of times people would just sit on the sofas and watch the shadows. It was sometimes fun to do if a couple was good looking and you'd danced until your feet were sore.

I knew for a fact that there had been exactly two orgies at Valhalla, but I hadn't been to either one. You had to pay a very, very large amount of money for that and very few people in town had that kind of money, even fewer people had the desire to throw orgies, and only one person had the connection with Aaron. That person was Boyd's boss. I was pretty sure Boyd didn't know about the orgies and I never bothered to bring them up because I didn't think he'd ever want to go. I'd also met Boyd's boss and didn't want to ever see him naked. I was just thinking about how out of place Boyd would look at an orgy when Kallie reached for my arm again to let me to know to follow her to the ladies room. The ladies room was immaculate. All the levels had bathroom attendants, but the VIP room's bathroom attendant really paid close attention to her job. The place was cleaner than my own bathroom. I knew that we weren't there to shit though, Kallie had something to tell me.

"So I'm sure you figured out why we got VIP tonight." The loud music outside the bathroom pounded so Kallie had to speak up, but she didn't have to yell anymore. Unfortunately we couldn't whisper either though, so we often left big tips for the restroom attendant in the hopes that she was good at keeping secrets. We weren't sure if she knew any of the people we ever spoke about, so we decided to play it safe.

"Yeah. It's a sausage party out there. There are like ten girls and thirty guys and the girls aren't even that great looking." We didn't look at each other as we spoke, we watched our reflections as we fluffed our hair and examined our hasty makeup jobs.

"I know. We are definitely the hottest pieces of ass out there. But Aaron and Pam are calling in reinforcements so we will have competition in probably a half hour or so. I say we find the guy with the best watch and shoes now and never look back."

"Reinforcements?" It sounded like Aaron and Pam were planning to storm the beach at Normandy.

"Yeah. Aaron and Pam make nice with the hottest and most fun girls they can find and get their numbers. Then on nights like this they call them up and say they can have free VIP and free drinks if they party here and not some other club. They go to Hooters, model shows, they find girls here, sometimes Pam goes to other clubs and brings chicks in."

"You are kidding."

"No. She has to wear a wig though because the owners of the other clubs know who she is. They are trying to gain a reputation for having the hottest girls in town party here."

"That is fucking hilarious. I always wondered why Valhalla had less beasts than some of the other places around here!"

"I know, right? Now let's go have a good time." We dropped $5 each into the restroom attendant's tip jar, and neither of us had even peed.

We left the ladies room and went to the bar to order again. This time we asked for Grey Goose and Sprite. We picked out our guy as we waited for our drinks and started giving him The Look. Our guy walked over and we flirted with him and made him feel as if he was the only man in the world. He paid for our drinks when we agreed to join his friend's party. The rest of night the drinks were on him.

His name was Chad and he was at Valhalla with his friends for his best bud's birthday party. The birthday boy was Derrick who was turning 29. The party was his 'last hurrah' before turning 30. His girlfriend, Mona was paying for the party, and she looked like she was trying to get an engagement ring out of it. Derrick looked like a player to me, so I wasn't sure how successful she was going to be. He was definitely not ready to settle down. He was eyeballing everything with a cunt that could walk and breathe at the same time. Mona looked pretty uptight, who knows how the two of them had gotten together. He looked like he'd just left his fraternity at Georgia State, and she looked like she'd walked out of a Banana Republic ad. He was scruffy in the beard area, his hair looked like he'd never met a comb he could get along with, and he was wearing an American Eagle hoodie and jeans. She was wearing a small red dress, her hair was definitely professionally colored, highlighted, and cut recently into a chic bob. Her heels were right out of last month's Bazaar. She was actually wearing pearls for goodness sake. In a club she was wearing pearls. Nobody does that. She looked like she'd be better off with Chad, who looked like an Armani model. He was gorgeous in a dark European kind of way. I don't know where his parents came up with Chad, he could have easily been a Fernando or a Cesare. Unfortunately he was a little bit stupid, but Kallie and I didn't care. Chad and Derrick and their friends were all pretty fun, aside from Mona who looked like she'd rather be anywhere else. We all danced and told jokes and swapped crazy stories. It was turning out to be a perfect night so far, but it turned out that Mona had a lot more planned for Derrick than just hanging out for his birthday.

At one point Mona and Chad and two other guys went off to talk in a corner while Derrick was in the bathroom. Me and Kallie chatted with some of the other girls and guys that were with them and barely noticed that they were gone. I was on my 5th Grey Goose and Sprite and I have no clue as to how many Kallie had by that time, but we both decided to switch to water when I nearly fell off one of the sofas during a laughing spell. When Derrick came back so did Mona and Chad and whoever those other guys were. Then Mona suggested that they take the party to Rendezvous, a skeezy strip club about a block from Valhalla. Derrick looked like he could hardly believe what Mona had said. She seemed like the type of person who tried to ignore the existence of strip clubs, so I was kind of surprised myself. He looked like he wanted to say yes, but I think he must have thought that Mona was trying to set him up for a trap or something. He said he'd rather stay at Valhalla and chill.

Mona could see right through him. She sat in his lap and put her rail thin arms around his neck, her tiny red dress creeping up her thigh. She draped her long, stick thin legs over one side of his lap as if she was going to ride him side saddle. "I really want to go. I think it will be a nice birthday treat for you. I want to start doing new things like this." She noticed his disbelieving facial expression, and before he could open his mouth to deny her again she said, "I'll even pay for a lapdance if you'll say yes."

Derrick's eyes looked like they were going to pop out of his skull. Apparently some unrealized dream of his was about to be fulfilled. "You're paying?" He asked, hardly believing.

Mona scowled and then covered it up with a grin. "Of course baby. It's your birthday."

Chad invited us to come along, presumably to help even out the boy to girl ratio. Yeah right. We said we would go, even though we knew that Rendezvous was famous for being a shit hole. Some of the other folks at Derrick's party weren't game and they decided not to come. We walked down the block to Rendezvous, laughing and stumbling the whole time. When we got there only the guys had to pay a cover charge. The place was pretty gross and the bathrooms were enough to make you gag. The strippers weren't much to look at either. There were a couple of decent looking girls but most of them looked too old to give a blind man a hard on or like scary meth addicts. I could see one girl's track marks from where she was on the stage about ten feet away.

After we'd been there about half an hour, Mona chose a girl to give Derrick the lap dance she'd promised. I had thought that Mona was skinny but this girl was emaciated. Mona had done her best to choose a girl that looked as close to herself as possible. They both had razor straight, bobbed, dark hair and were very thin. The stripper's boobs were obviously fake because they stuck out like two lumps from her ribcage, like someone had glued two grapefruit halves to a wooden board. Mona's breasts were very small, but I imagined that they were probably perky, not to mention real.

The stripper took Derrick to a booth and started grinding on him while Mona passed him ones to feed into her bra and thong. Mona tried to keep a complacent smile on her face, but she mostly looked bored and somewhat constipated. The stripper bent over in front of Derrick to shake her ass in his face so close and so many times that he could probably smell the sweat that was soaking her thong. It was probably her signature move. She pushed her boobs together and jiggled them up and down while he watched with wide eyes. She gyrated all around as she took off her bra and shook her tits in his face. I couldn't see what all the fuss was about, her eyes couldn't have been more dead if she'd been six feet in the ground. I guess Derrick was still turned on though because he started getting a chub. Derrick's friends whooped and hollared as we all noticed his erection grow in his pants. Mona smirked bitterly and kept handing him ones and staring blankly ahead at a fixed point on the wall.

When it was over we watched a couple of acts with Derrick and Chad's friends while Derrick spent some time in the bathroom alone. Everyone was getting more and more drunk, Chad's dark features were even beginning to turn a bit red from the flush that the alcohol was giving him. Mona was keeping up with the guys' pace and she still seemed okay. She probably drank a good bit on a regular basis to have that kind of tolerance. She ordered a few rounds of shots for all of us, and even though me and Kallie had switched to water we took the shots. I think Mona was trying to get us drunk. Then she invited Me, Kallie, and Chad over to the hotel that she had booked for Derrick and herself. It was one of the nicest hotels in that part of the city and she'd booked a large suite. She said that we'd have a night cap and some food to sober us up and then we'd go our separate ways. I think somewhere in our minds me and Kallie knew that Mona was lying, but we went anyway. It would be an adventure and we were in the mood for a little excitement.