Drive to the Gentleman's Club

The "Gentleman's Club" sounded so dangerous and so wicked that I couldn't resist its pull on me. Every time I thought I shouldn't, I was drawn back to all the naughty things that could happen there. I jumped in my car, and headed for the darker side of town. Of course I put my convertible top down, and flipped my skirt up so passing truckers could look down and get a good view of my thong covered muffin. Many did, and many blew their air horns in appreciation. It made me giddy to think about what they saw, my virgin mound covered in a virgin white thong.

I arrived at the gentleman's club, and parked my car right out front for a quick getaway if necessary. I sat there trying to think of a plan of action. I could always play the part of a little lost naive girl, or a girl whose car just happen to break down. I decided on the lost approach. I looked at myself in the rear view again. Everything looked perfect, glasses, pigtails, and all. I got out and made my way to the front door. I took a deep breath, checked my doubts, opened the door, and went inside.

I was right. The club was hardly busy at all. There were maybe six guys at the bar, watching a girl dance up on stage. The bartender was a woman, a very beautiful redhead, tall and slender with green eyes. At least I have two allies in here I thought to myself. The dancer was a petite blond with nice firm breasts and a nicely trimmed thatch of natural blond pubic hair. She had it trimmed in the shape of a heart. The way it moved as she danced made it look so cool.

I walked on up to the bar to get a closer look at the men sitting there, and to play the part I had chosen for myself to play. I scanned them over quickly. They all looked pretty rough to me. Even the youngest one looked like he could be a gang member. He had dark brown hair, and he looked like he hadn't shaved in days. Next to him sat an older man with graying hair, He wasn't fat, but he wasn't skinny either. The next man was tall, Black, and muscular. He reminded me of a mountain. All though he sported a goatee, his head was shaved. His eyes were dark and menacing. Next to him sat another Black man, a little smaller in stature, with a head full of dread locks. The other two were twins, ruggedly handsome with Nordic blond hair. All of them were dressed to the hilt in black leather jackets, leather chaps, heavy black leather boots, and faded jeans. On the backs of their jackets was a scorpion.

Had the lighting in the place been better, I would have seen their gang logo a little sooner, and I probably would have retreated out the door and gone back home to hide under my bed. But I was too close now, and my quivering legs had turned to jelly. The gray haired man turned around and spotted me. "Well, well, well" he said. "What have we here? Could this be Little Bo Peep looking for her sheep?" Everyone turned and looked at me, and I suddenly had a feeling of dread in the pit of my stomach.

"Better answer Wolfie, Bo Peep" said the Black man with the goatee. They all looked at me with eyes full of lust and contempt.

"I-I-I" I stammered. "I'm just lost! I was hoping someone in here could help me. That's all."

Wolfie got up from his stool and grabbed my wrists. "Oh, we'll help you all right. But it's gonna cost you." He turned and looked at the bartender. "Jennifer, get our guest here a nice tall glass of Jack and coke. She's gonna party with us for a while."

Even the bartender looked at me with lust in her eyes. "Coming right up, Wolfie" she smiled.