You follow the bouncer

(Perspective change to Chris)

You followed the bouncer up the stairs, immediately the atmosphere changed. It was a nice club, a bit older, not a club for teens really. Upstairs that became even more apparent, men in suits were everywhere. As you passed a hall you looked down the corridor.

Was she topless?

That was illegal, right? This wasn't a strip club.

He led you to a room and motioned you inside. Wait in here, a waitress will be along soon.

There was a sofa and the center of the room had a pole. There were also a few sofas. Maybe there were strippers here? You take a seat in one of the individual sofas.

The waitress that walked in took your breath away, she was beautiful and slim in a miniskirt, some sort of leather harness around her waist and cloth tube top under that.

She walked over to you, swaying her hips.

"What'll it be?"

"Can I see a menu?"

She swayed a bit and blinked. Then seemed to collect herself and handed you a menu that was under her tray.

"What do you like?"

You were 18, you'd never been in a club before let alone the VIP section. Was she going to ask for your ID? You weren't old enough to drink. If they weren't going to ask, you weren't going to argue. This was kind of cool.

"I'm not really sure, what do you recommend. What kinds of beers do you have."

She wobbled a bit more and then straightened. She slid the tube top over her head, bearing her breasts. She was shiny, like she was oiled and she kept going as if nothing had happened.

"I recommend something with rum, sir, we have a good vintage in stock."

You were still in shock she had taken her top off. She wasn't going to mention that part at all? You mumbled an answer.

"Sure, how about a rum and coke?"

"Yes, sir." and she walked out. Still not bothering to dress.

Wait, rum and coke? with some kind of expensive vintage, that was really dumb. Did she like you? What was going on?

She left you to ponder for a good five minutes before returning, still topless.

She slowly leaned over your chair to reach the end table for your drink. Her oiled breasts falling in front of you. You suddenly have an urge to grab them...