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Her attendance here tonight was thanks to a last-minute decision to take Jake up on a dare.
That, and the fact that constant doubles at work had been an utter clit-block. Governor Jackson wore the pants in her marriage if the way that she rode her senior staff while at work was any indication. Brenda couldn’t remember the last time she’d been under the command of such a stuck-up woman. She almost felt sorry for Will and wondered if Meg ever allowed him to feel like a man.
Christ, you’re in a state if you’re wondering about the private lives of heteros, she thought to herself.
The cute neighbour of hers who’d just moved in down the hallway was definitely interested. But Brenda preferred to avoid eating where she shit, so she’d been reluctant to take the redhead up on her flirtatious innuendo. Linda had started something up with a guy she’d recently met on Tinder, so that was a no-go. And so, here she was; pushing forty, single, and more sexually frustrated than a teenage boy.
And with that, Brenda entered the dimly lit space and shoved her hands in her denim pockets. All around her were exotic dancers of every background, age and physical type. Their nude bodies glowed under the neon lights, and the carefully applied oil and shimmer on their limbs only further highlighted their plump curves or lean muscles. Brenda balled up her fists in her pockets and clenched her jaw. Just the sight of all these beautiful women was enough to make her cunt ache.
You need to let loose! Have a bit of casual fun. Go on, I betcha you’ll feel better after a night at a strip club, Jake had said to his mate and coworker.
“Bloody hell, maybe Jake wasn’t wrong,” Brenda muttered to herself as she walked over to the bar and signalled to the bartender. The very topless bartender.
“What’ll it be, gorgeous?” The voluptuous brunette asked. She leaned over the bar and her deep red nipples brushed against the smooth surface. “I’m also available for a dance. Or more, if you like,” she whispered.
Brenda cleared her throat and slid a twenty across the bar to her. “Rum and coke.”
The bartender flipped her thick curls over her shoulder and pouted at Brenda. “You sure that’s all you want?”
Brenda’s pussy throbbed. “For now,” she managed to murmur. It had been well over a decade since she’d last been in a strip club for a bit of fun with a group of mates. She needed at least a drink in her to ease into the idea that she was back here in such an establishment, at her big age, and without a group of friends acting as a buffer between her and the women working all around her.
The curvy brunette was quick with Brenda’s order and change. As she handed them to her, she purred, “you come and find me if you have a change of heart. It’s been a while since I danced for a woman. You’re so much more appreciative than the men who come here.”
Brenda offered her a gruff nod of her head before she turned around and surveyed the room. There were groups of partygoers crowded around the middle of the main stage and the odd single man positioned just off to the centre. On the perimeter of the room, there were several private booths where the dancers took their patrons for some more elicit fun.
Brenda popped the top button of her shirt, giving her reddening neck some air. The first sip of her beverage had her wheezing slightly. The rum and coke was definitely more rum than coke. Brenda had a sneaking suspicion that the cute bartender was determined to get her in one of those private booths. She was certainly flattered, but the woman looked to be no older than twenty, and Brenda felt slightly perverted at the thought of having fun with a woman half her age.
She stood back from the main stage and contemplated where to sit amongst the patrons. She didn’t want to be in the spotlight with the co-ed group in the middle, but she certainly didn’t want to sit too close to the blokes on the edges. While she accepted that such an establishment primarily drew straight men, she didn’t want to be anywhere near them or their lusty gazes.
“You know, if you take a seat, the sights become far clearer,” a low, velvety smooth voice to her left whispered.
Brenda licked her lips as contemplated her response. The woman before her stood at a magnificent height thanks to her naturally long legs and five-inch heels. She wore a sparkling silver and ivory playsuit. The shimmering lace clung to her pale curves and reminded Brenda of bridal lingerie. Only, this was far more risque than anything she’d seen in a lingerie catalogue for blushing brides. The deep v-neck of the upper part of the playsuit was so low and so wide that the beginnings of this woman’s soft pink nipples were poking out. And the cut on her thighs and arse were so narrow that she was practically in a thong.
Her long, black hair fell in soft waves over her bare shoulder. Her dark eyes were accentuated by a flick of liquid liner and her full lips were slicked in a subtle plum. It was hard to get a proper look at all of her, given the shit lighting this far back in the club, but Brenda could also see the telltale sign of soft crinkles around this seductress’ eyes. Which both aroused and fascinated her. She’d never encountered a woman clearly past the age of forty in such an establishment before.
You’ve always had a thing for older women, her lusty mind reminded her.
“I’m thinkin’ about it,” Brenda casually replied.
“Mmm. First time in such an establishment then?”
“Nah. Not the first.”
The Amazonian woman’s eyes widened in amusement. “You’re a regular then. Funny, I’ve not seen you before,” she said, sounding slightly disappointed.
Brenda took another sip of her beverage. “I haven’t been here before. Been to other places,” she clarified.
“Ah, that explains it then.”
Brenda cocked her head. “Why? Do you keep tabs on the regulars?”
“Of course I do. Especially when they’re women. Attractive women.”
Logically, Brenda knew that exotic dancers gave out all sorts of flattery to clients to increase their chances of a cash tip. But there was something in the way that this woman’s eyes were sparkling that made Brenda believe that her compliment was heartfelt.
“Speaking of,” Brenda’s eyes raked up and down the woman’s form in clear appreciation.
“Ta. Perhaps I might interest you in a dance, then?”
“You tryin’ to get me to sit front row?” Brenda teased.
The striking woman put a hand on Brenda’s shoulder and purred, “I’m trying to get you all to myself. Does that sound agreeable to you?”
Brenda drained the rest of her drink in one go. She nodded to the private booths around the stage. “Which one?” she husked.
The seductress curled her finger in the collar of Brenda’s shirt. “I had a more private space in mind. You can come with me now,” she whispered.