[vipl] [1999-04-07] VIP Lounge [MF]
VIP Lounge, by Rajah Dodger <rdodger@hotmail.com>, Copyright
(c) 1999. All rights reserved, except that electronic not-for-
profit reproduction rights only are explicitly granted with the
stipulation that this authorship and permission note must remain
attached.
Word Count: 1660
I was flipping through the alternative paper, and I ran
across a coupon for a new place had opened in town, the "VIP
Lounge". No cover charge and only $21 an hour before 10pm. I
had heard something of these places on the net but I was
interested to see how they worked in practice. It was that
rarity in my schedule -- a day when I finished before 5. I had
wrapped up my client at 2:30, so I could head home for a much-
needed nap or go by the home office and catch up on some
administrative paperwork. I decided to take the third option, and
checked the address in the coupon.
The place didn't look like much -- a ramshackle wooden
building at the end of a dying shopping center. When I went
inside the doors, I was greeted by cool air conditioning, Barry
White on the sound system, and a moderately attractive Chinese
woman to welcome me. "What your name?" she asked in accented
English. I told her I was called Danny. "Have you been here
before?" When I shook my head, she directed me to a seat by the
bar and took the seat next to me, her skirt rising to show a very
pretty expanse of leg.
"This is for business men to spend time with nice ladies,"
she began. "Dance, talk, whatever. Two drink minimum. The house
gets $30 an hour and you tip the lady for her time, $20 to $40 an
hour." She pointed to some signs on the wall, warning of dire
consequences for anyone who requested sexual activity. "No funny
business, you understand?" I nodded my agreement. "Fine, I show
you the girls and you tell me which one you like. Follow me."
I got off the bar seat and followed her into a side room,
where a half dozen women were reading, watching TV, talking on
cell phones, buffing their nails. None of them were standouts,
although I did like the looks of the busty redhead on the phone.
But when I indicated her, the hostess just said "Well, she busy
right now. You like one of the others?" I took a second look
around and settled on a hippy Latina in a stretch velvet dress.
The hostess called her over and introduced us, "Danny, this is
Maria. Maria, Danny would like to spend time with you." I
thought the hostess patted Maria on the butt as she left, but the
light was dim and it was probably my eyes playing tricks on me.
Maria's hand was cool and dry as she led me into the back
part of the building, which was lit by a couple of spots and a
glitter ball, and divided into partitions by standing metal poles
with streamers hung from them. There were small areas with
couches and tables, and large spaces with an open floor for
dancing. The stereo was playing "Disco Lady"; I had to chuckle
at that. We settled in one of the small areas, and by the time I
got the hang of sitting on the couch without sinking into it, the
hostess arrived asking about our drinks. I asked if Maria wanted
anything, and when she demurred I just ordered two bottles of
water.
Maria and I chatted for a bit while we waited for the drinks
to arrive. We talked about my job, her pets, the lousy weather,
the guy carrying a flashlight who was making his rounds. "They
say he's security, but I think he's just hoping to see something
exciting," she confided slyly. The couch sagged slightly in the
middle, and Maria's left leg was pressed up against my right, not
unpleasantly. Eventually the hostess arrived and I leaned
forward enough to slide my wallet out of my back pocket, find a
five and a one, and give it to her. After she left, the music
changed and Maria asked if I wanted to dance. Sure thing, I said,
and followed her onto the dance floor. It was just the two of us
and some neo-swing number, and it didn't take long for us to find
each other's rhythms. I liked the way my hand fit in the small
of her back, and she didn't pull away when I occasionally moved
my palm lower down.
When the music ended, the next number was something from Rod
Stewart's glam phase; Maria saw the look on my face and headed
for our couch without asking. I slid an arm around her waist in
a half-hug, half-caress. She rested her hand on my knee, then
drew a short line with her nails up along my inseam. "So, Danny,
why me?" she asked, breathing the question into my ear. "What is
it you like about Chicanas?" The way she was brushing her
fingertips along the inside of my right leg was making it
difficult to focus. "It's mostly the way they move," I finally
allowed, "they move with their whole body, not stiffly like
someone trained to be an office drone." I spread the fingers of
my right hand and stroked her belly as I continued. "And I liked
the way you smiled when I saw you." "Mmmm," was all she said,
but I could feel her relax back into my arm, and the strap on her
near shoulder slid off giving me a nice look at her breasts. Her
left hand moved a little higher on my leg.
The flashlight guy came near our area; I tensed and pulled
my hand back to her hip, but he merely walked past our space
ignoring us. The music changed again, and perhaps feeling my
change of mood Maria said, "Dance?" I was grateful for the
break, and stood first to offer her my hand. We went out onto
the floor to the sounds of Sinatra, close dancing with my one
hand cupping her bottom and my other between her shoulderblades.
Sometimes I led, and sometimes she led. When the music changed
she excused herself to go to the ladies room, and I went back to
our area, pausing to pull a couple of twenties out of my wallet
and transfer them to my shirt pocket.
When Maria came back, she sidled up close to me on the couch
and rested her hand lightly above my knee. I slid my right hand
behind her to cup the swell of her bottom and rested my head on
her shoulder, enjoying the view. After a little bit, she
squeezed my leg and commented, "You're awfully quiet all of a
sudden." I let her know, with a bit of embarrassment, that this
was my first time here and I was a little bit unclear as to the
way things were done. "For example," I explained, "I know when
we clock out that I pay the hostess for our time, but am I
supposed to do the other tip there as well? It just seems a
little... I don't know... cold."
She nibbled at her lower lip, looked at me, and then smiled.
"Well, if you're uncomfortable with that, you could take care of
it any time before you leave," she said, and pointed to her purse
on the table. I pulled the two bills out of my shirt pocket and
slid them into her purse. "Like that?" I asked, also smiling
now. Maria nodded, and leaned closer to me. "I think you catch
on fast," she said. With her leaning forward, her bottom was
lifted a bit off the seat so I slid my hand underneath and she
quickly sat down, trapping my hand there. I wiggled my fingers,
feeling the curve of her warm bottom through her thin skirt.
Her fingers went back up the inside of my leg, stopping when
they bumped up against my balls. She traced the outline of my
now-evident erection with a single finger, teasing my legs apart.
I wiggled my fingers up between her thighs in response, and
suddenly realized that matters were proceeding way too quickly.
I covered her hand with mine and started "Uh, Maria..." but about
that time she rubbed her thumb over the zipper and my cock
erupted under her gentle urging. "Don't worry, chico, just
enjoy," she said, and slid her fingers down to cradle my
testicles until the spasms stopped. I closed my eyes and just
went with the flow. When my body was quiet, Maria kissed me on
the cheek, gave my crotch a gentle squeeze and said "You're
sweet. I like that." I opened my eyes to see her face next to
mine, and moved my lips to hers. She gave me an unforced,
natural, lingering kiss that left me dizzy.
Just then my pager went off; I had it on vibrate and it was
between our hips, so we both got a quick unexpected thrill. I
checked the number -- it was my afternoon client -- and slid my
hand out from under Maria's bottom to give her a quick hug. She
got her purse and I got up slowly, glad that I was wearing dark
slacks. I checked out at the front desk, giving the hostess my
coupon and $32 for just under an hour and a half. It hadn't
seemed that long. I looked around for Maria to say goodbye, but
she was nowhere in sight. When I looked back, the hostess had a
knowing look on her face. "Maria work the afternoon shift -- see
you soon okay?"
I called my client from a pay phone down the block. He
needed some code revised, but I felt the sticky mess in my pants
and told him he'd have to wait until tomorrow because other
matters had come up. Come up and gone down, I thought, and made
a couple of mental notes -- one, to go by the drugstore for some
condoms, and two, to see what I could do about finishing my work
early...
///// Completed 04-07-1999 by Rajah Dodger
rdodger@hotmail.com
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