This place is huge!

Being at least 10 times the size of the waiting room, which was already large, what stretches out before you can only be described as a Greek garden of carnality. It’s completely holographic, it has to be. Above you is a beautiful, blue, partially clouded sky, you can’t see the sun but the area is illuminated as if it’s mid day. Beneath you is polished white marble, around you are ionic columns connected by arches, fencing in an open air acropolis of debauchery.

There are six stages each equipped with two story high poles, but instead of your standard cocktail table and chairs, they are surrounded by elegant chases for patrons to recline on, with side tables. There are several bars, a few small luxury tents, that are more than likely the “champagne” rooms, and last but not least there is a pool area for water shows on Caligula night.

The women, the working women at least, wear nothing but jewelry on each appendage, toga’s being too prude you assume. As far as the women, every single one is beautiful, every body type, hair color, ethnicity and style you can imagine. There are at least 10 women you see right now that you wouldn’t think twice about getting lap dances from.

The club isn’t that full with patrons yet, being only late afternoon, but there are still plenty of women to choose from. You and Barry pick a couple of chases in prime real estate, midway between a bar, stage and tent. Before you even sit down, two amazingly hot dancers approach, they almost look like twins, they may be... A few inches shorter than you, and a lot shorter than Barry, their curly, chestnut brown hair falls just past their bare breasts. Lucky for you their breasts are so huge their hair provides little concealment. Each dancer has 2 simple gold loops around each wrist, ankle and neck, sparkling gold lipstick and makeup match their jewelry. Barry and your eyes widen as they approach, feeling yourself being hypnotized by their swaying hips and delicate foot placement as they glide toward you, almost perfectly in synch.

“You boys are new on your patron list, we’re glad you came to see us,” they say in unison. Then in tandem,

“I’m Tia”

“I’m Tamara”

“Would you like to start with the Barbarian experience, it’s very popular,” they say seductively.

Tia blinks and you see her Retina Flash, sending a list of “experiences” to your BAP and ultimately to your biolense.

After reading the description, you smile and respond,”Thank you ladies, that would be wonderful, we’ll both have wine.”

Tia and Tamara proceed to lay down on our respective chases, legs slightly parted and beckon us to join them. Barry not knowing what the Barbarian Experience is, tries to follow your lead. You lay down between Tia’s spread legs and comfortably rest your head between her soft globes of flesh. She smells good, like soap, and woman and shampoo. You rest your hands casually on her legs, comfortable but respectful at the same time. Barry, slightly apprehensive at first, does the same. A few moments later a waitress brings two goblets of a robust smelling wine and two baskets of grapes which the ladies feed to you upon request. You try to turn your head to look over at Barry, but your vision is blocked by a huge glitter dusted titty. Instead you extend your arm out and give him a thumbs up, he does the same.