Lacey's World
Chapter 7. A Night at a Club
I don't usually like going on about the Clubs as the owners can get a bit nasty if they hear you are talking behind their backs. Some strange people can be behind the frontage of respectability. However for anyone who knows, this Club closed several years ago, so I don't suppose it matters much now.
Unlike a lot of club cancers, I work for an Agency that gives me work every night I wanted it, and at different clubs. It is a kind of dancing temps agency, where the other girls and I will fill in for various reasons - holidays, sickness, pregnancy, whatever. Every now and then I would be working with another girl from my agency, and I soon got to know everyone on the books, several being true-blue lezzies, like myself.
The night in question several of us were drafted in to this club for a special reason. The usual staff had been given the night off (and on pay!) and we were brought in as the club was closed to the public that night and open to ticket holders only. It was a famous person's birthday bash, and she, yes she, wanted to let her and her friends' hair down in style. A known actress, with a musical on in London, she had lots of stage friends as well as friends from outside the job. We were brought in as our boss was one such friend, and knew we could keep a secret, unlike the usual staff who would sell a good story to a sleaze newspaper quicker than a phone call.
As it was principally a gaming club, the ticketed guests were all given chips as the entered, to do with as they would on the tables. The entertainments stage was in a different room from the tables, and to reach it a guest had to travel down a corridor and pass through normally closed doors. Everything was decorated in red velvet and red flock wallpaper, with gold trimmings and mouldings everywhere. Very tacky, but in with the style of the club really.
There were six of us girls as entertainers that night, myself, three other lesbians, and two bi's. We all met in the dressing rooms with that night's manager and gave him our music recordings, play list and dancer details. We knew in advance who the party was for and looked forward to the crowd out front. We knew we would get a good audience. I think it was Tina who suggested that we ought to double up after our solo spots. Anyway that's what we did, and having each done our opening solo dances we paired up. The crowd out there was lively by this time and I looked forward to a good time. I paired up with Paula, known as Poll, a 5foot 10 inch, 28 year old brunette, with a keen sense of humour and a figure people kill for. Cathy and Simone went on together first and we watched from the wings. They started by undressing each other to great encouragement, and then Simone knelt and Cathy forced her sex into Simone's face. A split second of silence preceded a roar of approval from man and woman alike. From then on it was 'anything goes'. Cathy pushed Sim onto her back and squatted over her face, frigging her clit as Sim licked her puss and ass, whilst the audience had a clear view between her open legs as she held her slit open with one hand and fucked herself with three fingers. Then it was Cathy down on her knees, and Sim tonguing her asshole. Finally Sim stood on one leg, holding her other up to her body in a vertical splits, whilst Cathy licked her slit which was stretched wide, before holding her in one hand and finger fucking her with the other. What an opener!
Poll and I had played together before, and we both always travel with the odd toy in our sports bags. She walked on infront of me, carrying her make-up box, only it had been emptied in the dressing room, and re-filled with a variety of our toys, and placed it just off-centre of the stage. I came on and like Poll was only wearing a cache-sexe and no top. (A cache-sexe is a tiny thong that just covers the slit to make you legal). Poll sucked my breasts as I stroked hers'. She turned so her bum was to the audience and bent over a little, whilst I peeled her thong slowly down her hips and then knees, then floor. They could see how it was firmly wedged into her crack at first, and then her brown ring and split lips were revealed. When the thong hit the deck, she opened her legs and bent down to retrieve it. I watched as all eyes were on her crack and ass, as she wiped her middle finger from back to front and then back, to tickle her ring. Then I came forward and Poll stood behind me. She pulled my thong down to the floor and I stepped out of it, then, putting my legs apart I leaned over backwards until I had made a bridge, with my feet and hands on the floor and my body in an arch. Everyone could see up my waxed puss, and Poll went over to her make-up box, selected a nice hand dildo, and came back to me, sucking it to lubricate it. With me still in a bridge she held the cock head to my now soaking wet entrance, and then slowly slid all 8 inches into me, until only the red and black speed controller was visible. Then, using my dancer's skills, I slowly let my hands leave the floor and stood up, with the dildo still inside me. That brought a round of appreciation from those who knew what muscle it took to do it, and from others who simply enjoyed watching a girl with a dildo in her twat. I felt Poll behind me and opened my legs. She reached between them and took hold of the vibrator, and slowly proceeded to extract and replace it, twisting it one way and then the other as she did it. All eight inches slid in and out of me as I squeezed, pinched and licked my breasts. Then I felt her hand on my shoulder turning me side on to the audience and pushing me down onto my knees. I flopped forward onto my breasts, leaving my bum high in the air. Poll knelt behind me and I felt the tip of the vibe push at my asshole. I relaxed the muscle and let it slip in, sliding in on my own juices. The audience watched as the eight inches disappeared up my ass, seeing the inches go in, and then come out again side-on. For the best part of thirty second she ass fucked me, before tapping one of my cheeks and removing it altogether. She walked over to the box, and dropped the vibe in, then bent and picked out a two-inch thick, ten-inch long strap-on. She came over to me and I stepped into the harness as she held it, then she tightened the cinches as I bit open the sachet of lube she had given me, and then wanked its contents up and down the shaft. Poll then went to the side of the stage and collected a ladder backed chair. Placing it in the centre of the stage she bent over and held the back for support. I walked up behind her and stroked her open and inviting lips with two fingers, before slipping them inside her dripping cunt. Then I sighted the end of my plastic cock with her entrance and pushed it in with a movement of my hips. Her head went back and she growled a low "Ahhhhhg!" and then she pushed back towards me until I was completely in her. Now those of you who know me, know I have a long clit, and it was pressed up against the frontplate of the strap-on. When she pushed back she also waggled her ass, causing this plate to rub on me, giving me exquisite pain and pleasure. Then my hands were on her hips and I was giving her a good seeing-to, urged on by several well oiled members of the audience. One, a lady, got so involved that she came up on the stage and gave Poll's clit a fingering as I fucked her, to the greater merriment of the other onlookers. Now as I said earlier, Poll and I have played before, and I knew the signs of her climax approaching. Giving her everything I had I brought her to an earth-shuddering climax after which she hung rather limply on the end of my cock. I pulled out and she sat on the chair. I came up to her and she took hold of the cock and sucked it, going down on it as though it were real. After a few seconds I faked a climax as though I were a guy cumming in her mouth and then we collected our gear and went off stage. In the dressing room, Poll was totally 'fucked'. She flopped into her seat and lay face down on the make-up shelf infront of the mirror. Tina and Sarah, the two bi's were now on stage and whilst we recovered ourselves, they did their routine which involved getting a man and a woman up onto the stage and sitting them on chairs. Then they rubbed various bits of themselves over the unsuspecting victims. However, it turned out that the biters got bit. Both their victims took over, with the woman going down on Sarah, and the man dropping his trousers and fucking Tina. In the meantime Poll had got her breath back and pulled me to her. Taking out a six inch strap-on, (one of mine), she put it on and fucked me as I leaned on the shelf, looking at my reflection in the mirror. After a minute of so I felt something at my backdoor, and realised it was her finger. Fucking my cunt with her cock, and my ass with her finger, she brought me to the climax I so needed. We were both in the shower afterwards, when the Manager came in and told us we could all join the party if we liked as *********** had enjoyed our shows so much. Although none of us had brought our 'party frocks' we still joined the party - well you don't give up the chance of free drinks and meeting stage folk. Following the party both Cathy and Poll got invitations to audition in West End Shows, and got the parts, albeit chorus, and both have done well subsequently. However apparently my face did not fit. Hmmmmmmmmmmmmm!