It's a contemporary nightclub!

Alyssa had paid the burly bouncer the cover charge and walked into the party atmosphere of the nightclub. The fog from the smoke machines filled the entire room, yet she could see the multi colored beams of light dancing to the music make designs among the crowd dancing on the floor. Bright flashes of white lights occasionally seemed to freeze everyone for a split second while the thunder of the music pounded in her chest and throughout her body.

Alyssa was never much of a dancing person. She was the one who usually sat at the table minding drinks while her friends would venture onto the dance floor. She was always self conscious of how she looked to the other dancers, always convincing herself she had two left feet and felt awkward forcing moves that felt unnatural. This evening however, the music had seeped into Alyssa’s soul as soon as she walked through the door. She could feel her body sway with the rhythm as her heart pounded along with the bass.

Alyssa surveyed the room as best she could; scanning the dance floor and the three bars. Oddly enough, there seemed an awfully lot of women there, but the men that were there were drop dead gorgeous. Alyssa desperately wished she had something more appropriate to wear, glancing over some of the enticing dancing outfits that a lot of the women were wearing. She knew that her outfit was getting the same type of review.

She managed to make her way to one of the bars and gasped. She was greeted by a tall, fully muscled bartender wearing absolutely nothing but a pair of skimpy black briefs and a black bow tie. “What’re ya havin’?” he bellowed above the loud din of the club as he grabbed an empty glass off the counter. Alyssa, still in shock, still staring at the obvious bulge in the briefs couldn’t find her voice. Embarrassed, she finally looked up and met his smiling face. “First time here?” Alyssa could feel the redness in her face as she nodded.

Finally swallowing the lump in her throat, Alyssa answered, “I guess I’ll have the house special.”

“One purple mother fucker; coming right up!” He smiled and turned to mix the drink giving Alyssa an unobstructed view of his firm ass. She was still staring and daydreaming when suddenly the drink was in front of her. Alyssa stumbled, obviously overwhelmed by her blatant stares and began to apologize as she fumbled for her money. The bartender smiled politely, probably used to the same reaction from every newcomer. “This one’s on me. Welcome to Purple Passion. I hope you enjoy yourself. The name is Ben.”

Alyssa suddenly felt at ease and calmness washed over her. “Why thank you Ben. I’m sure I will.” Alyssa sipped from the glass offered and cooed at the sweet concoction, tasting the tantalizing **** on her tongue. She pushed a five dollar bill across the counter anyway, “Then keep that for yourself.”

Ben reached for the bill and touched Alyssa’s hand ever so slightly, but it was enough to trigger electrical sparks within her body. Her pussy began to trickle again, now flowing freely in the hot club atmosphere. Alyssa nearly choked on the drink as she watched him take the bill and tuck it inside his briefs, pulling them out enough to give her a teasing view of his equipment. Then he turned away and ran down the bar to handle another customer.

Alyssa was so consumed with Ben that she hadn’t realized there was also a female bartender working hard behind the bar. She was astonished to see that she was also extremely well proportioned and well endowed. She too was dressed in the skimpiest of outfits. She had on a black thong bikini, showing her firm tanned tight ass, with the thinnest of strips up the front. The top was merely two patches of black cloth triangles held in place by black spaghetti thin straps. She too had a black bow tie on. Alyssa continued to watch as she catered to mostly the male patrons, but occasionally went out of her way to wait on a few of the female patrons also.

Alyssa was so enrapt watching the two work the bar that she hadn’t realized she was slurping an empty drink through the stirrer. At the time she was admiring Ben’s ass. Within a second the female was standing in front of Alyssa with another glass filled with the purple concoction. “This one’s on me,” the lovely brunette smiled pushing the full glass into Alyssa’s hand. She kept her eyes locked on Alyssa as they made contact. Once again, her body jumped from the electrical currents flowing between the two bodies. She was attracted to this bombshell and didn’t know why. Alyssa was suddenly envisioning the two held close in a naked embrace, and the thought intrigued her.

Alyssa trying to be polite pushed another five across the bar. “Thank you. What’s your name?”

The girl took the five, smiled and held the folded bill next to her face. “Melissa,” she responded, “and what’s yours?”

Alyssa told her and watched as Melissa slowly slid the five dollar bill down between her breasts and over her taut stomach. She too pulled out the waistband enough to give Alyssa a clear view of her shaved mound before shoving the five in there and snapping it shut. “Be back in a bit,” she announced before running down to the other end; but not before licking her lips seductively and sending Alyssa a secretive wink.

Alyssa was becoming torn. There was Ben! Now there was Melissa! There was the dance floor. There were the obvious men approaching the bar trying to hit on her. Oh what should she do?