Fred's Account of Cheerleaders

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We enjoyed a fine meal at the Melange Café. Afterwards, Laura and I followed the green Geo down Rt. 130 to Cheerleaders and parked in a mostly empty lot. It was still early and had just gotten dark.

Laura was nervous having never been to this type of establishment, but I encouraged her that it would be fine. Both the ladies were carded at the door to their mutual delight. We forked over the $5/head cover. Instead of a seat at the bar, Bitchy recommended seats at table in front of the vacant satellite stage, which turned out to be a fine idea.

We ordered the first of many rounds. There were a couple dancers on the bar stage when we entered, but I was facing away from them and did not pay them much mind. Eventually, two other dancers walked over to the satellite stage, we were the lone customers in our area. They seemed amused that we had brought our wives there(or more like our wives brought us there). One of the dancers was Michelle, whom Bitchy liked from her last visit. She had a nice body and an OK face, but was a great pole dancer. She was giving the other dancer Andy a few lessons. This was interesting, an almost behind the scenes view. Andy was tall and lanky, kinda of a metal-slut look going. Her belly was nice, and accented by a tacky heart necklace around her navel. Something to shoot for. By the end of the night all four of us had a lap dance from Andy. I think Bitchy went first. For $20 she leads you down to the dimmly lit basement dungeon to one of many couches and plants you in the center of one. Goons await in the corner to smash your head in should you become a problem. Her long legs straddled my lap. She put her hands on my shoulders and told me I could touch her if I wanted during the "song and a half" time period. I wasn't sure exactly what "touch" implied. She smelled good and had nice young soft skin. I caressed her arms and thighs with my finger tips as she grinded about in my lap. Very pleasant. About half way through, she flipped over, bent and stuck her booty right up near my face, still doing the sex-grind moves that seemed to flow naturally from her. I grabbed the back of her hair and pulled her head so that my nose was behind her left ear. Yes, this almost seemed like sex.

I returned to my friends who were all having a good time. To be perfectly honest, I can not remember too many details about the parade of dancers over the next few hours, but they where all pretty good, except for the one Pam-Anderson-wanna-be skank. Blandman was happily stuffing bills down girl's ass-cracks. He always made sure they turned around for him. I believe Bitchy spent the most on lap dances, 3?. She was hooked. She started stuffing her face into the dancers cleavage, forcing them to grab the money from her mouth with their tits.

The place had really filled up. Good thing we had the seats early. A 50ish cop and his buddies sat next to us. They where amused that we had our ladies there. They befriended Bitchy and she sat with them for the last hour or so. They liked her so much they started stuffing money down her blouse and skirt.

Bitchy's new favorite was Vivienne. She sat at our table for a while and we all molested her at the same time. She giggled and said it was like an orgy. Eventually Vivienne dragged Bitchy on stage and they both danced briefly to the delight of the crowd.

Andy kept trying to sell us more "xtras". Like $400 for the four of us to have her for half and hour with some "fancy" champagne. HA! Yeah, right.

They have a money machine there. It did not like my card. I ended up charging $200 on my credit card(plus a 10% service charge) for money. While getting money at the bar I talked casually with an Asian dancer who seemed to be the veteran of the establishment. I told her my wife was turned on by Asian women and she smiled. Apparently, she liked that and focused on Laura for her last dance. Laura kept saying, "Oh my god, this is soo much fun," the whole night.

It was almost closing time and we had to leave. We all had a good time, but were broke. That's about all I can remember.