The Gentleman's Club

by Mendon Fishers

Tags: Romantic, Cheating,

Desc: Romantic Story: A love Story

I sat in my office watching the wall of monitors that were attached to the security cameras hidden in various locations in the Club.

The Club, you ask?

Well the Club is a very upscale gentleman's club, actually I guess you might describe it as a strip joint. That is a poor description, but sort of accurate. The Club is a huge 4 story building located in best part of town. It's worth, at last appraisal, about $5,000,000, definitely not your run of the mill titty bar.

I'll describe the building so you have a better idea what it looks like.

When a person walks in the double front doors, they enter a bar room. The bar room was once an Irish pub in Ireland (of course) that I bought, dismantled, shipped back here, and reassembled. It is beautiful. It has 150 year old hand carved wood and the entire bar fixtures.

There are TV's located all around the room tuned to all the sports channels.

There is a grand stair case to the second floor. The staircase splits the bar from the dining room. The dining room serves high end meals that are prepared by a gourmet chief, and served in a very sophisticated decor. There are tables tastefully placed around the room as well as semi-private booths.

For the more demanding customers there are small private dining rooms. "Proper Dress" is always required.

The meal prices reflect the décor.

At the top of the grand stair case are the game rooms. No, these aren't for those types of games, but there are pool tables, dart games, and rows of various video games.

There are the ever present TV monitors. Only these sets show more risqué videos.

The waitresses up on this floor wear skimpy outfits also, just to add to the eye candy.

They make really good tips while only fending off the occasional pat on the butt. The bigger the tip, the longer the "pat."

The sexual tension on this floor is a lot higher than the first floor.

Now there is the third floor. This floor features nude female dancers and highly paid strippers. There are three stages with continuous dancers in various stages of undress. These women are paid very well. They are not the heavily tattooed, bored dancers usually found in the average titty bar. These ladies are very pleasing to the eye and work very hard to entertain their audience. The crowd usually shows their appreciation by tipping heavily. The girls respond positively by exhibiting their charms completely.

Sort of a win-win for both sides.

There are the usual private booths for lap dances. The waitresses are topless and wear only a thong and a small apron around their waists. The apron is only so they have pockets to put their tip in. They really don't cover much.

There is also a system that allows the room to be divided into one large and one small section. Once or twice a month the room is split and the smaller room becomes a ladies only section with male dancers. This is a very popular night for the ladies. Actually sometimes we use the larger room for ladies night because of the advance reservations.

I tried to use the same guys, I regularly use as bouncers, for the women's side, but the "ladies" started trying to get them naked also. I was forced to use a bunch of female body builders as bouncers instead.

It was almost a month before my guy bouncers would talk to me again.

The fourth floor is private. No customers were allowed up there, all the dressing rooms are up there. There was a large open area used as the men's or women's dressing room with small private rooms for the "featured" dancer. Some of those girls are real "Prima Donnas'" and require their own rooms.

"Featured Dancers" are the headliners that month. They are usually up and coming dancers who are very attractive as well as talented. They work the "circuit" consisting of all the big cities and the best clubs. Some might rate their looks as perfect 10's, but I put them closer to an 11. These "girls" cost me 5 figures a month.

They were expensive but well worth it because of the business they'd bring in.

My next class of "Featured Dancers" are the ladies that are getting a little long in the tooth. They are still attractive but now in their late 30's or early 40's. They are on their way down. These ladies are usually former porn stars who still have name recognition.

They work their butts off to entertain the audience. They have no modesty anymore. My bouncers have to keep an eye on them to keep them legal. When they show up in town, they usually had a case or two of the videos they would sell. I let them have the full price for themselves and took no cut of the sales.

Hell, I felt sorry for them.

I try to keep my business on the up and up. If a customer buys one of the dancers a drink, it is a real drink. I will not allow my customers to be cheated. The customers notice and really appreciated it.

The dancers miss the cut that other clubs give them on the sale of drinks, but like the fact the customers didn't hassle them over drinks. Of course every once in a while a dancer gets drunk, but it is funny watching her stumble around trying to strip.

I have a few rules that apply to all the staff, NO DRUGS was one of them. If a person got caught using, selling, or carrying, out the door they went. There were no breaks and no "do over". You broke this rule and you were out.

The other rule was that the dancers were not allowed to have, husbands, wives, or significant others in the club at any time. There was just too big a chance of jealousy raising its ugly head.

Ok, maybe you think I am a bit harsh, but it's my club and my business at stake here.

It was a typical Friday night. The evening had been good up until about 1:00 am when it started quieting down. I was looking forward to being able to leave earlier than my normal 3-4 am, when one of the bouncers signaled that there was a problem on the 3rd floor.

It seems that one of our "Featured Dancers" and porn star was completely naked and demonstrating how to pick up beer bottles using her (well you know).

While local law enforcement was known to look the other way, this was one action they would not allow. I hurried upstairs to put a stop to that action and read the young lady the riot act.

Walking into the room, I saw her in a head stand with a beer bottle pointing up. I was really pissed. With two of my larger bouncers following me I yelled, "Get the fuck off my stage bitch."

I reached the stage just as she was standing up. I found myself looking into the eyes of my ex-wife and the mother of my two children.

She looked at me and smiled, "Hi Tommy, long time no see,"

Shit, there stood my worst nightmare.

Brandy looked over the club. As her agent promised it was a very impressive place. She knew that she was on the wrong side of 40 and on her way out of the business. In this business after a certain point, she would only be dancing for tips and turning tricks for the rest of her money. Once a dancer hit that stage in her life, they were soon disease infected drug addicts. Those dancers never saw 50 years old.

She got out of the taxi with her baggage and one of the bouncers showed her to the dressing room. She was impressed. It was clean, neat and well lit. Even the bathroom and showers were spotless. Off the shower room she found a small steam room and a hot tub. In another area off the dressing room was a small gym.

One of the other dancers explained the rules to her. Since she was drug free and did not have a boy friend she wasn't worried. The girl explained that the locked door off the gym led to the owner's office.

Then she added he was a hunk.

That comment started a discussion among the other dancers in the dressing room about him. It seems that he was in his early 50's, divorced with two kids, and had not been involved since he caught his wife cheating many years ago.

She walked out of his life at that time and never looked back. She abandoned both her children and her husband for a high roller.

They guessed that he had never gotten over her.

Brandy started doing her dance routines. Four times a night, five if it was very busy. She was the star, it was her job to bring in the customers and keep them in their seats. For that she was being paid $10,000 a month.

She had a two month contract with the possibility of a two month extension.

She wanted the extra two months. She had called her agent and there was nothing lined up for her. There was no next stop. If nothing showed up, she'd be forced to make some very hard career choices.

It was on her first Friday night, that she got a little drunk. She was teasing a bunch of out of town salesmen and they were teasing her right back. It was fun. She felt young and attractive again.

She started getting wild.

The salesmen started teasing her that they could hold more beer than she could. So she squatted over an empty bottle while completely nude and started teasing them back. One thing led to another and soon she felt the beer bottle enter her as she lowered herself on it. She popped into a head stand with the bottle firmly clutched in her vagina.

There she was standing in a three point head stand when she heard a voice yelling at her to get off "his" stage. She thought she recognized the voice.

She dropped out of the head stand onto her knees. She turned her head toward the voice and looked directly into her ex's eyes.

Her world went black.

.... There is more of this story ...

The source of this story is Storiesonline

For the rest of this story you need to be logged in: Log In or Register for a Free account

Story tagged with:
Romantic / Cheating /