Entering The Club

"Here we are," Lucy beamed as she knocked at the heavy door. Vanessa examined the area around the nondescript entry with interest. Nothing even hinted at such a saucy establishment that was apparently located here. A few moments later, a little panel in the door opened and a pair of leery, intimidating eyes stared at them, and a growling voice demanded to know the password, just like in these movies featuring morally questionable subjects meeting at speakeasies during the prohibition era.

"The milk maid milks a maid," responded Lucy cheerfully, winking at Vanessa, "Don't you recognize me, you old brute?"

The grumpy hunk of a man opened the door, scrutinized the two girls with his intimidating gaze, and smirked, "That's my job, Lucy. Can't give off the impression that I'm not up to the task, can I? Have to protect the business!" Then, he nodded at Vanessa, a wolfish sneer playing around his lips, "That's her, right? Number 42?"

"Yep. But how did you recognize her? You haven't seen anything other than her bouncy bazookas so far, have you?"

"We just got the Betties delivered, and you guys really did a terrific job with those," the security guard chuckled.

"Betties?" asked Vanessa, feeling quite embarrassed by wearing such a skimpy little nurse outfit while that strong, well-built man ogled her heaving chest.

"Ah, right!" replied Lucy, ignoring Vanessa's fidgeting, "What a timing, eh? The perfect opportunity for a visit by Number 42 herself!"

And with that, she pulled Vanessa into the dimly lit entryway of the club.

It took her eyes a moment to adjust to the faint red light. While trying to orient herself, Vanessa suddenly stumbled over some soft object lying on the floor and squeaked surprised as she launched face-first into a different squishy thing. Still almost blind, she clumsily groped the odd object, wondering if the staff around here were too lazy to keep the floor clean. Her fingers poked into the surprisingly warm and springy thing. She could make out a bumpy little area that rapidly changed shape. And it felt wet somehow. Suddenly, some fluid shot into her eyes and Vanessa squeaked some more, her hands now grabbing the object in earnest.

Suddenly, she realized what it was that she held between her fingers.

"EEK! OH NO! THAT'S A…."

"So you finally figured it out, huh?" giggled Lucy as she helped her on her feet again, "What else did you expect finding here?"

"Oh my goodness! I'm so sorry! That poor woman! I must have smashed into her breast so hard when I fell!"

"You can be thankful for those ...uhm… natural airbags though. You could have hurt yourself!"

"Why are these breasts sticking out of the floor? That's really unsafe!"

"Some of the girls enjoy this position. When it's crowded, these boobs get quite the workout as you can imagine. And our patrons love feeling these warm pillows under their toes. We do make them lose their shoes first, though. But let's not get distracted. There's so much more I need to show you!"

Lucy pulled the weirded-out young woman through a heavy, red curtain and further into the spacious and very crowded main hall of the club.