Go to Club Marx!

You don't know why, but you find yourself yearning to be with this man. A growing sensation is building between your legs as you feel moisture begin seeping from your pussy lips. You feel a heavy sensation in your chest, but the nagging question of who you are, where you are, and what the hell happened weighs heavy on your brain. "Not right now," you answer the fine looking gentleman, "I've got a couple things I need to take care of!" You reluctantly back away from the vehicle and watch it take off down the street.

The police officers are nearing you as you spy them out of the corner of your eye. You cross back across the street and head for the doorway of Club Marx. You've avoided the police officers, but suddenly find yourself staring at a brute of a bouncer! The guy is nearly a foot and half taller than you, must weigh at least three hundred twenty pounds, bald head, and built like a professional linebacker.

"Hey John! Where've you been? They've been waiting for you." The big guy stepped to the side and opened the steel door, allowing you entry into the club.

You stop inside, trying to let your eyes adjust to the nearly total darkness. The music is deafening to your ears. After a few seconds you focus on a low stage and spot a busty blonde parading around the stage wearing nothing but a g-string thong! She is swaying and grinding to the heavy bass beat thumping in the club. You watch in awe as she climbs a brass pole and twirls majestically toward the ground. She slithers across the stage, her tits tantalizingly close to the floor before she rises up in front of a customer holding a bill in his mouth. The dancer places the man's head between her tits and squeezes the dollar from his mouth before returning to her dancing. You are fascinated by such lewd behavior, and continue to watch on as the dancer methodically sways from side to side, pushing her panties lower with every sway of her hips. Her curvaceous backside entrances you as she removes the panties from around her high heels. Seconds later she resumes her dancing, now totally nude, except for her heels! The guys all begin hooting and hollering, throwing bills up onto the platform. The music fades into another song, and you remain mesmerized, watching as the beauty gently lowers herself to the floor, next to the pole. Her hips rise and fall to the sensual beat from the speakers. A finger disappears between her red lips and reappears slickened with her saliva. The finger spreads the wetness along her slit, and gently disappears between her glistening pussy lips.

You can't believe that this girl is finger-fucking herself in front of all these men. As disgusted as you are by the thought, you cannot turn away. You are glued to the scene as this beauty fucks her imaginary lover to the constant thumping reverberating through the room. The beat pulses through your body, causing it to react similarly. You feel what she is feeling as your body melts in the heated environment. The tingling sensation is growing again, and you begin swaying your hips, ever so slightly, to the music. Even though there is no finger or cock there, you feel as if you're being fucked as your pussy contracts around an imaginary rod.

"Hey John! Glad you're here! Good crowd tonight! See you on stage shortly!"

A young, dorky looking guy passes by you as he grabs your ass. Who was he you wonder, and watch as he makes his way to the DJ booth? You watch as he grabs the microphone and bends it to his mouth.

"Let's hear it for Bambi! Next up we have the Vivacious Vixen! We also have the hottest act this side of the Mississippi in the house, … John is here tonight, and she'll be performing shortly, so keep your pants on! Now here's VIXEN!"

Totally shocked back to reality, your eyes wander around the room, looking for something that will register as being familiar. You notice for the first time, the topless waitresses serving drinks to the men around the room. You watch Bambi gather up her collections and stuff it into a small purse. You catch a glimpse of a stunning Latino girl beginning her routine on the stage, wearing a cute baby doll outfit. Off to the left you see a door marked "Performers Only", towards the right there is a cutout in the wall. The dimly lit sign above it reads "Lap Dances". Scanning past the bar you barely make out another door, but can plainly see a sign that reads "Private Performances"!

"Here you go John!" The bartender, another topless brunette, slides a three quarters full rocks glass in your direction.

You deftly grab the glass before it hits the rail. "What is it," you ask?

"The usual, Mind Eraser! Drink up!" she replies.