The Lazarus Club

Tiffany pulled up into the parking lot of "The Lazarus", the only strip club in Fawndale. The subdued lights and polished exterior made it easy to miss, a fact that Faye noted as she followed Tiffany in. The bouncer at the door was typical. Military haircut, bulging muscles, black "Security" T shirt and cargo pants. "She's with me." Tiffany said, running her fingers over his bulging bicep. Faye smiled weakly as she went passed him. She had never been to a strip club before. She was expecting low lights and grinding music from what she was in the movies, but that was not the case. It was surprisingly well-lit with Bob Dylan music playing on the jukebox. What's more, it was packed at only 6pm. She scanned the crowd. They were all older men.

"C'mon. Let's meet the boss." Tiffany said. Faye followed her around a set of tables, the old men's eyes learing at her as she moved. Her resolve was weakening... Just then, they turned a corner, and were in a well-lit corridor. Tiffany opened a door, and Faye saw the owner. He was a middle aged man around 50 years old, balding on top but in decent shape. He wore a black silk shirt and what looked like a very expensive watch.

"Bruce, this is Faye. She is going to be working with me tonight." Tiffany said. Bruce looked up from his papers. His brow furrowed.

"No. We got two gingers already, and that's plenty." he said, looking back down at the financial reports on his desk. Faye's heart was racing. Tiffany put a hand on her shoulder.

"She specializes in our older clientele." she said. Faye looked at her with a glare. "...and she is very, very committed to bringing in repeat customers." Bruce looked up, surveying every inch of Faye he could. "...and we'll double up." Tiffany offered as a final sale pitch. Bruce stood. Faye was shocked at his height. He was almost 6 and a half feet tall.

"You'll double up?" he said, suspiciously. "Alright, lets see the goods. Nothing fancy, just strip." he said. Faye looked over at Tiff, who was nodding enthusiastically. She took a deep breath, and pulled her top over her head. "Very nice. Nipples are too pale. Won't show up in the strobe lights." he said. Faye looked down. Her puffy, light pink nipples, which had always delighted her lovers, were now a liability. She quickly pushed her skirt down, and spun. "Good, round and firm ass, tight, light pink pussy lips...alright. I'll give you a night for a trial run. No pay from me. You can keep your tips. If the customers are satisfied, we can talk." Bruce said.

Faye smiled a weak smile as Tiffany held her elbow, escorting her out of the room. "He likes you." she said. Faye grimaced.

"He didn't seem to." she said as they made their way backstage.

"Trust me. Most of the time he just looks up and says "Nope". My first routine is coming up. I'll take this one solo. For my second routine, you need to join me on stage. I figure we won't have to get too into it. Just us touching. That should get us a couple of private dances. For the third routine, I'll lick your pussy for a couple of minutes. Think you can pretend you are enjoying it?"

"What?!" I've never...even considered..." Faye said. Tiff sighed and dropped to her knees. She pushed Faye's skirt up. Faye looked down as Tiffany's tongue snaked out. Tiffany held Faye's ass in place, and pressed her lips forward until her tongue was swashing against Faye's sex. Faye gasped as she slithered her tongue along her lips, pressing it in and travelling upward until she was flicking her tender clitoris. She sucked it in between her lips, and flicked it rapidly. Tiffany ran her hands over her legs until her smooth fingers found Faye's delicate hole. Faye braced herself as Tiffany's tongue and fingers explored her, the woman's slender fingers sliding into her tight, wet sex effortlessly; her tongue and fingers moving in a ecstatic rhythm until Faye was quivering on her tip toes. Tiffany stood, suddenly. Faye's eyes were glazed over, her breath heavy.

"So, think you can pretend?" Tiffany asked. Faye looked at her through razor thin eyelids.

"Pretend?...yeah." she said. Tiffany patted her arm, and went on stage to a Motley Crue song. "Jesus, Faye, what have you gotten yourself into?" she asked herself, yet again. She realized as well that, for all intents and purposes, she just had her first lesbian encounter. She had tasted a faint trace of Tiffany before, but she'd just had her pussy licked by a woman for the first time...

Tiffany was, by the reaction of the crowd, quite popular. She popped back into view, topless and glistening. "Alright. Two more songs, and we're up!" she said. Faye's heart was racing. This was the only strip club in Fawndale. She had no idea who might be in the crowd...