Chapter 100

Finally we finished the main course, and I had moved on to doing loops and other maneuvers in the aerobatics course. And all the practice in instrument flight was really paying off, as the first thing I had to learn was to operate by instruments and not visually.

And we were only doing such out over the ocean, with a 1,000 foot “hard floor” he called in. In other words, if I ever dipped below a thousand feet I “failed” the maneuver and had to do it again as he gave me more pointers as I was climbing up to altitude again. And that was something that rarely happened when I was doing a Immelmann as I was climbing then. But in a Split-S I did that multiple times as I was inverted and diving when I did the half loop.

That afternoon after we finished Grace asked if we could go back to the Pink Poodle. It was mostly the same girls, and when Grace commented on that I said that most of them tend to work a schedule. And as this was the weekend, many of them might be part-timers who only worked on weekends.

And right after we arrived, the dancer Grace came over to talk with us. She sat next to Grace, and the two had a hushed conversation for a couple of minutes. They both nodded, then looked over at me and decided to include me also. And she admitted she was going to be on stage soon and I nodded.

She looked at me funny, and I simply said there was likely a blonde girl next, and she would be after her. She really looked hard at me then, and I pointed to the stage where Ruby was on stage. “Now Ruby’s a black girl, and you don’t follow a black girl with a Latina if you can avoid it. Most times, that means if possible you put a blonde between them. Right?”

She stared at me, and nodded. “Amy’s next, but she’s that ginger over there at the bar.” I looked, and sure enough a gal with red hair was at the bar. “I’m on after Amy. How do you know that?”

I simply grinned, and said I used to be a DJ at a club in LA. “I did it for about six months, and that was one of the first things they taught me. Mix up the girls on the stage, and while many you can mix up, when it comes to ethnic girls you never do that. Always try to stick a white girl between them, one with blonde hair is best, light brown if you have to. Also try to not follow busty girls with busty girls, or petite girls with petite girls. Mix them up whenever possible, but once again sometimes you simply have no choice.”

She grinned at me when I said that, and said that was exactly right. “But tell me, do you know the most important rule?”

“Sure, never ever ever date the dancers.” And she started laughing and nodding as I said that.

“But George, you told me you and Gina dated.”

“OK, first of all we went out maybe once while we worked there. And secondly, at that time she had stopped dancing and was a waitress. Nobody would have looked twice at that, but neither customers or staff are ever supposed to date the dancers.”

“Wow, that’s kinda stupid. So what, you could not date Amy over there and make some more ginger babies?”

I laughed, as did the dancer. “George, do you want to answer this, or should I?”

I told her to go ahead. “Grace, there are two reasons. One, I can’t date a customer because that could cause some to consider this as prostitution. Are we really dating, or is he paying me to see him after hours? Now to tell the truth, I do have a boyfriend and he knows not to come in here. Sometimes he will drive me in, and he knows to wait outside until I’m done for the night. Now for most of the staff, if I dated them it would not be a problem. But the DJ, they can influence our work. Put me better in the rotation for example. Arrange a two for one promo in the middle of my time on the floor to enhance my chances of making more money. Or he can sabotage me if we have a fight. Play bad music, always arrange a two for one right before I’m due to hit the stage so I miss out on all the promos, things like that.”

I saw Grace nod at that, and she said it made sense. “I also could not date the manager, same thing. But the cook, bouncer or waitress, there’s no problem there. Also no problem here with the bartender, as there’s no alcohol. But at the Coyote Queen I could not date the bartender, as he could give me a double pour or give me top shelf instead of a well drink. It’s all about appearing proper and no reasons to raise suspicions of either cops or the owners.”

We talked a bit more before Grace’s name was called, and she reached over and rubbed the back of my girlfriends hand before she left. “George, can we move up to the stage?”

I looked at her closely, and smiled and nodded. I stood first then helped her to stand, and taking our drinks we sat at the foot of the stage. This was like most of them, a long runway out from a back wall with a curtain across the opening, and with a larger round area at the end with a pole in the middle. I looked up to the side and saw the dancer talking with the DJ, and nodding at him before moving behind the curtain.

I handed Grace a dollar, and we both set one on the stage in front of Amy. I whispered to Grace to set the money on the rail in front of us, and Amy smiled at both of us. And as she was nude I swear she was looking at Grace as she bit her lower lip and used her fingers to caress her pussy. And to give her credit, Grace did not look away. But she did seem to be blushing a bit.

The DJ said Amy was leaving the stage, and both Grace and I applauded softly as he said next on stage was Grace. And as soon as I heard the bassline, I smiled as even though it was not the kind of music I normally listened to I did like “Crazy” by Gnarles Barkley. And Grace came onto the stage wearing a pink top with flowers on it, and a matching skirt. And she just used the pole for the first minute or so to lean against, both leaning back and arching her back so her breasts poked out more, then turning around and presenting her bottom to us and moving it back and forth.

Grace was holding my hand tight as she did this, and I noticed the dancer looking at both of us and smiling. I pulled two bills out of my pocket and handed one to Grace, and we both set one on the stage. I saw her looking at Grace and wink, then she reached to the center of her chest and opened her top before removing it.

I did not remember looking much at her body last time, but it was easy to see her breasts were small and perky. Other than the rounding at the bottom they were rather hard and pointy. With areolas barely larger than her nipples, but quite dark. And I notice her smile at me, and then at Grace as she used her hands to caress each of them before she started working the pole.

And while I had seen better, she was easily in the top twenty-five percent that I had seen. And it really looked great when she went inverted, and I could enjoy the interesting effects of her breasts handing down towards her face. This had the effect of eliminating the roundness on the bottom and making them look more like two cones.

The song was just fading out, and I admired the job the DJ was doing as he turned down the red lights and brought up the blue lights. And smelling a faint hint of orange, I noticed he had turned on the fog machine. And as James Blunt singing “You’re Beautiful” came across the speakers she slid down the pole and onto her back. Her head was towards the foot of the stage, and she cupped her breasts for a moment before pulling on her nipples. Which made them seem to grow even harder.

At some time she had lost her skirt, and was now only in panties. And she did this thing where she moved her torso and legs up then spun around on her bottom so she was facing us. And with a smile on her lips she reached down and slid out of her panties.

I handed Grace another bill, and when she set it on the rail I saw I had given her five dollars. I smiled and put a matching bill next to it. The dancer smiled, and I felt Grace dig her fingernails into my thigh as she spread her legs. The dancer was now fully on display for both of us, her labia compact and almost delicate looking. And she moved her hand down, caressing them for a moment before using her fingers to spread them apart.

And I’m pretty sure this was the first time Grace was getting such an intimate look at the pussy of another girl. I could see her clit clearly, and when she spread herself a bit more her opening. I looked at Grace out of the corner of my eye, and she could not take her eyes off of the sexy dancer in front of us. She even gave a soft moan that I could hear over the music when the girl on the stage started to slide her finger into herself.

We watched as she slid half of her finger inside of herself, and I saw she had a wicked smile on her lips as she did so. And when she pulled it out it was obvious the lower half of her finger was wet.

Now I knew this was legally a gray area. While there had been a court case several years before that said it was unconstitutional for the state to prohibit a dancer on stage to masturbate, that did not stop vice cops from arresting them if they did. And even though the club and dancer would win in court, those battles cost them money so most clubs prohibited it for that reason.

But I also knew that sometimes when things were slow dancers would touch themselves. And as I saw her slip her finger back inside I took a quick look around. And realized that there were no patrons within sight of where she was, their view would be obscured by Grace and I as well as the stage rail. And as the song was starting to draw to a close, she slipped her finger all the way inside and seemed to be moving it around a bit.

The DJ asked us all to applaud for Grace, and that Trixie would be the next girl on stage. The dancer picked up her clothes, then leaned forward on her hands and knees and with one hand picked up the tip Grace had left her, reaching out to rest her hand on the back of her’s. I saw Grace jerk a bit, then she did the same to me.