Sunday, May 3
I never got around to another video call with Brie last week. We weren't silent, it's just every time we got together on-line it was in class or with the sister-wives and so nothing ever happened.
Nothing... it's absolutely like I'm in prison. I mean, it's a nice prison, with Mom and Becca and our dog, Princess, and I'm horny ALL the fucking time. Aunt Lilly has posted our modeling pics on her web site, and she says she's getting some hits. I look at myself and Becca and frankly it kinda turns me on to know I'm posing in sexy outfits on the web. I wonder if any guys are jerking off to me?
If I was still a guy, I would!
But the days are like months, and nothing happens cept school and three meals a day, and Mom gets all fussy over us slacking off and not getting up and getting dressed' every day like we're going out. She wants to maintain some kind of order and organization, even though the whole world is crumbing down around us and I don't really feel like the zombie apocalypse cares if I'm wearing sweats.
Tuesday morning, I didn't have class (some kind of teacher workday) and Becca's first class wasn't until 11-ish or so. Becca and I were eating breakfast, admittedly looking like shit (Becca hadn't brushed her hair, and really looked like she was in jail). Mom said something about it, and Becca and I slowly wandered upstairs to run thru the showers. Becca showered first, and when I came out of the shower, I heard her rumbling thru Mom's room and I went in to see what she was doing. She was in Mom's closet (which is vast) and looking at a very mature woman's business suit in black with a white puffy blouse and a mid-calf hemline -- very 1950's, but modern styling. Mom is a little bigger than Becca, but not so much that Becca couldn't work something out. I immediately saw what she was doing, and grabbed a white very dressy pants suit with matching strappy heels and a sheer blouse. Both of us raided Mom's jewelry box for strands of pearls and `old lady' earrings. We took turns putting each other's hair up in something not quite like a bun (Becca's hair is a LOT longer than mine, but she blew out my hair and got it 'up'. After about an hour we both looked like we were headed to our jobs at some local bank or law office, and waltzed down the front, formal stairs with an air of sophistication like we were in an old Lauren Bacall movie.
Mom looked heard us coming down and looked up from her office (which looked out onto the foyer). We could see her laughing and then she said, "You two know those outfits have to be dry cleaned if you spill anything on them?" We both went into Mom's office, I sat on the sofa and Becca on one of the chairs, and crossed our legs in mock airs of sophistication, and Becca said, "Mama! Oh, Mama! We're ready for our day now, Mama!" (pronouncing `mama' in the French intonation). Mom just shook her head. I headed back to my room and got on a zoom call with the rest of the girls, explaining to them just what had happened. They all thought that was super cute. I heard Becca get on her 11am class call, with no explanation apparently needed. I'd seen her classes, and they were all too huge for anyone to notice anyone else.
So, anyway, yesterday was another wasted Saturday and I called Brie again on video chat and she seemed to be in a jolly good mood'. It seems that everyone is getting Covid tested now-a-days, and everyone in her family has come up clean along with her grandma who's two states away. So, her family is going to rescue' grandma and leave Brie alone in the house for a couple of days. Her parents said she could pick ONE friend to keep her company while they were gone, as long as the friend tests negative for COVID, and Brie, naturally, picked Randi! (Brie's parents are still clueless about that...) Apparently, all of this is happening in a couple of days, so Brie promised to give me the full report.
I am utterly curious, from a purely academic perspective, about teenage lesbian virgins. If I ever became a movie director, I could do a lot with that. Porno? Nah... horror film, for sure....
"It was a cold, moonless night, as the two teenage virgin lesbians cuddled in front of the fireplace in the cabin in the woods, far from cell service or any other people...".... Yeah... gotta work on that.
Anyway, I told her I'd still been having that recurring dream about the strip club, and how it was getting deeper. She was only mildly interested, with nearly all her attention focused on her upcoming deflowering. I told her I'd been thinking about it every night when I went to sleep, and in the latest versions, after I ended up in the young guy's lap with his hand on my boobie, and a newly earned $40 stuffed in my panties (very important part of my being there -- I would be able to eat this week!), Brie stood up and put her top back on and I took a cue to do the same. Brie told the guys that the club had an 'all call' for girls on stage and we needed to go get ready. I had no idea what that was all about, so I just followed her lead.
"They're tapped out," Brie said. "Maybe they're good for a few more bucks, but there are better pickings around here." I was a little taken aback at how callous that sounded, then I realized the only reason I was here was to make rent, even though it was erotic as hell and yeah, I was getting off on it.
Brie started showing me around. There were nooks and crannies of the club I hadn't seen yet. We walked up on like a private balcony and there was a guy sitting on a sofa with a girl `dancing' all over him, if that's what you wanted to call it. Brie told me, "That's a lap dance. Minimum $20 for one song, and most guys spring for two songs for $30. If you learn how to do it right, a guy will end up paying $100 bucks or more just for your company up here."
I said, "looks more like she's getting ready to fuck him... no wait... blow him... no... I was right the first time."
Brie laughed, "Yeah, that's the idea you want him to get. Guys are so simple that way. Hell, even gay guys come in here sometime just for the fuck of it."
Then we walked back to some very private rooms. Each one had a glass door and was dimly lit with a big plush chair. "These are the private rooms. $100 minimum for one song, and it goes up from there."
"A hundred bucks? For one song? What goes on in here?"
"Not much more than you just saw in the balcony, but it's private and the customer THINKS something else happens here. Yeah, we let the customers get a little more handsy in here, but not by much. Every one of these rooms has a hidden camera, and the bouncers are watching like hawks. The club could lose it's license if anything bad happens. Look, if it wasn't for their license, they could give a shit what happens in there, but you can get fired in a heartbeat if they catch a guy's dick out. Three really big rules. There are a lot of little ones, but three huge ones. OK, maybe four. First, no dicks in the club. Second, no boyfriends in the club. Third, don't get seen going home with a customer. Fourth, no bare pussy in the club. Those four things will get you fired. Other stuff will just get you chewed out. Oh, and no drugs on the premises. You can show up high, but don't use here. And keep drinking to a minimum, that's more for your safety than anything else."
Just then, the DJ announced, `all girls to the stage after this next song' and Brie led me back out on the main floor, and we sat down to catch some rest for a minute. "What happens now?" I asked.
"In a minute, he'll call for all the girls to the stage. We'll all go up there, some girls will drag their asses, but after a few minutes, we'll all be up there dancing, and some of the girls will take their tops off. I suggest you do, cuz if you don't, the customers think you're up tight, and anyway, he'll announce a two-for-one dance thingie, so anything, like table dances and couch dances up in the balcony are all 2-dances for the price of one. The customers THINK they're getting a good deal, but the DJ plays really short songs, unless he's pissed at one of the dancers. But anyway, the customers always are happy cuz they think they're getting a good deal so they spring for more. It's a win-win, but ya gotta sell it."
I just nodded, and didn't know if I had the courage to drop my top on stage, but figured I'd know in a minute. When the DJ made the announcement, I followed Brie's lead and we ended up somewhere near the middle of the stage, just kinda dancing. One girl grabbed the pole and started using it, but the rest of us took it pretty easy. Tops started coming off, and Brie dropped hers and before long, I was almost the only one with a top on, and I didn't want to stand out, so off it went. I just held onto my top and danced a little and then the DJ announced the two-for-one, so I quickly put my top back on and headed out on the floor.
Brie showed me how it was done. She saw a couple of middle-aged guys who were dressed like they maybe had some money. Early drinkers, but already a couple of beers into it. She went to the closest one, a kinda fat guy, and asked if he wanted a table dance, and he said sure, and handed her a $20, maybe not knowing they were only ten bucks. I went to his buddy and before I could say a word, he was stuffing a twenty in my panties.
I could tell I was kinda losing Brie with this story, and so I told her I'd call her back with more of it. She said, "This isn't a fucking dream, Christy, it's like a novel. Write this all down. Sounds like the script of Showgirls."
Yeah, maybe. Hey, you tell ME what happens next week. I've never been around for a ritual deflowering. How do you lesbians do it?
With that, she hit the `cancel' button and my screen went dead.