STARS- The Ultimate Strip Club

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THANK YOU... Retroguy

You're an up and coming executive. Under 30 and already being considered for a partnership in a major financial firm. You're already making a 7 figure salary and have everything going for you, except for one. You really have no life to speak of, being consumed by success, you've spent almost all your time focusing on your career. Any "down time" that you've had is usually spent in front of the TV or at a theatre to catch a movie, almost always by yourself.

One day, you come to work, heading to your plush corner office. Your very efficient secretary has already outlined your day's activities and has a copy ready for you as soon as you enter. You've found that to be much more efficient than having her buzzing you on the intercom and having her tell you what's next on your agenda.

You step into your spacious office and go to your antique, hand carved, mahogany desk, then pause, seeing an envelope on it, your name emblazoned in gold leaf on it. You ask your secretary about it and she's as puzzled as you are as to how it got there. You sit in your high-backed leather chair and finger it as your secretary leaves, closing the door behind her.

You reach for your Mother-of- Pearl handled letter open and slit the top of it, peering inside cautiously. Reaching in, you pull out a gold lettered invitation and read it. It's to some club named "STARS", which you've never heard of. Reaching in again, you pull out a folded sheet of paper, your brows arching as you unfold it.

RULES AND REGULATIONS

1- The location and events that occur within the club MUST be kept in the STRICTEST CONFIDENCE and will NOT be discussed with ANYONE outside of the Club walls. ANY breach of this confidence will result in the IMMEDIATE cancellation of your membership.

2- ALL purchases and expenditures will be AUTOMATICALLY be charged to your bar-coded Club card, the limit of which is denoted by it's colour. HOWEVER, we ask that all GENEROUS gratuities to our Club staff be made in cash, which can be withdrawn on your Club card.

3- There shall be NO CONTACT with ANY of the entertainers stemming from any events from the Club. This CANNOT, of course, pertain to any casual meetings with the entertainers, but in those cases, THE CLUB shall NOT be discussed in any way, shape or form, the result being IMMEDIATE expulsion from the Club. This rule however, does NOT apply to our club staff, except for discussing the Club.

4- The invitation to become a member is granted SOLELY to YOU. You may NOT bring any guest, unless that person's name has been submitted to the Club beforehand for approval. You must submit the person's name and references to the Club's management during a visit, and will be notified as to that person's status upon a subsequent visit. Bringing a guest without that person first becoming approved will result in IMMEDIATE expulsion from the Club.

We apologize for the harshness of our rules but once you become a member, we are sure you will appreciate our need for confidentiality. We hope that you will accept our invitation and look forward to you gracing our establishment with your presence.

You find that the seriousness of these rules has definitely peaked your curiosity. You see more more folded sheets in the envelope, but just as you reach in, the intercom sounds, your secretary apologizing for the interruption, but , being as efficient as ever, she reminds you that you have an early meeting, almost sounding concerned that you haven't left for it yet, as is your usual. She rarely has to ever remind you.

You gather your mind together, glancing at the day's summary she provided you to see which meeting it is. As is usual, she has stacked the appropriate files, in order, on the corner of your desk. You glance at the first couple to make sure you have all you need, gathering them up and heading for your office door. Noticing that you still hold the envelope, instead of walking back to your desk, you slip it into your custom fitted designer suit pocket.

The day's events go by rather quickly as you go from meeting to meeting, not surprised when you look at your gold Rolex watch to see that the day has come to a close. There was nothing surprising in the market's this day so, instead of keeping tabs on foreign markets, you decide to call it a day, stepping into the express elevator to the executive garage.

You nod at the guard and reach for your keys, which you slipped into your coat pocket and feel the forgotten envelope. You slip into the leather interior of you top of the line sedan, flipping on your custom installed stereo system and pull the envelope out, reaching in for the pages you had yet to read.

The first one you pull out has a Platinum card attached to it with the letters VIP printed on it. Turning it over, you see that it does indeed have a bar code on it. Putting it aside, you pull out the last sheet and see that it has direction. This really piques your curiosity as it isn't an address, instead it's the location of a phone booth with a number to call, a warning also that if the number is called from any phone other than that one, there will be no more communication.

You've always enjoyed reading spy and mystery novels, when you get a chance to that this has relate gotten your interest. You smile as you think to yourself, "why not?', and head for the location. You find that you have to make 4 more stops for directions until an address is finally provided to you, in an envelops taped to the bottom of a newspaper box, of all places.

You begin to wonder if this is someone's idea of an intricate joke as the address leads you to an area of mostly dilapidated looking warehouses. Following the instructions, intending to get to the bottom of this, you pull up in front of a loading dock that has a gold star above it and honk your horn 3 times.

Your eyes widen as a huge man suddenly appears and comes toward your car. He smiles as you instinctively roll up your window. He holds his hands out in a gesture to let you know you can relax, but you leave the window open just enough to talk through.

"Can I help you?", he asks and you stutter your answer, telling him that there must be a mistake and that you must be in the wrong place. You're about to back out when you hear him ask in a quiet voice, "Do you have an invitation?".

You reach for the envelope, fumbling with it in your nervousness and finally just hand him the whole thing. He let's out a quiet laugh, telling you to relax as he looks into the envelope. He gives you more directions, which leads you to another row of warehouses, again looking for a gold star. You find it emblazoned above an unassuming looking garage door and again honk your horn 3 times.

An even larger man appears and asks to see your invitation, which the first one had thoughtfully handed you separately from the envelope. He looks at it and you notice that the sheet containing your Club card is enfolded in it. He runs it through a scanner and almost immediately, the garage door begins to roll up. He wishes you a good evening and instructs you to drive in.

You see that it's enclosed, a wall before you as you pull in, then feel both fear and nervousness as the door rolls down closed behind you, leaving you in total darkness. That doesn't last long as lights suddenly come on, and you see 2 young people standing by your car, one of each gender. You feel movement and realize that the car is moving... DOWN! The whole room must be an elevator. You look around, feeling totally lost in confusion, that you hardly hear the question that you are asked, not even sure which one asked you.

"First time here?'

"Um... yes", you answer.

"Okay then," you hear the answer, and sit quietly as the elevator continues it descent. It finally comes to a stop, and what you though was a wall begins to roll up, revealing a parking garage. The male attendant open your door and hands you a ticket, telling you that he'll park your car for you. You look dazed as the female attendant takes you by the elbow and guides you to a plain white door with a gold star above it. She wishes you a great evening as she opens the door and ushers you in.

You find yourself in a plain white corridor, but can hear the muted thrum of music. You walk cautiously door the corridor, coming to a turn. You're suddenly confronted by possibly the biggest man you have ever seen and jump back in shock. He simply smiles and holds out a huge hand asking for your card.

He tells you that everyone reacts that way to him their first time and runs your card through yet another scanner. Upon hearing a buzzing sound, a door you didn't even see slowly opens, the music now easy to hear, mixed with the sound of voices.

He hands you your card back, telling you to show it to the hostess, wishing you a good evening as he ushers you through the door. You only take a few steps when this young woman that looks like she belongs on the cover of a modelling magazine stands before you, smiling brightly.

You stand as if frozen, stunned. She looks down at your hand, seeing your card and tells you to follow her. When you turn a corner, you can see the entire club, seats strewn about and a brightly lighted stage.

"A STRIP CLUB! ALL THIS FOR A FUCKING STRIP CLUB!", you say to yourself, letting out a laugh, shaking your head.

"Here you go", she smiles as she pulls out a chair for you, "You're just in time for the Club's feature attraction show. Would you prefer a waiter or waitress? she asks. You tell her your preference and get comfortable, hearing a microphoned voice.

"WELCOME TO 'STARS', THE ULTIMATE CLUB. AND NOW, WITHOUT FURTHER ADO, THE STARS OF 'STARS'!"

Music begins to blare, an obviously rhythmic tune, and you see scantily clad dancers appearing form back stage. You're immediately caught by seeing that it's not just women, but male dancers also come on, gyrating to the music. You notice that there aren't many of them, thinking that it's disappointing, what with all these silly precautions.

Then your eyes go wide, your jaw drops as you see their faces. You recognize almost every one of them. You've seen some on TV, in the movie theatres, their faces on the covers of magazines. You sit frozen, your mouth hanging open in disbelief, when you hear a soft laugh from behind you.

"Yes, they are who they appear to be. First time?" he asks and you nod numbly. He holds out his hand to shake yours." I'm one of the managers here", he smiles, " bet you have lots of questions. May I join you?" you again nod as he sits, your eyes going back to the awesome sight on stage. The manager sits at your table, asking what you'd like to drink. After telling him, you try to keep your eyes on him as he gets ready to tell you more about this Club, but can't, your eyes being drawn to the incredible sight on stage. He lets out a quiet laugh and tells you to take in the sight, any questions you may have can wait until the end of the display.

There are between 20 - 25 celebrities parading themselves on the stage, a mix of both male and female. Some are just walking slowly and looking around, as if being shy or nervous, others seem more comfortable, doing a little bumping and grinding, and a few are moving like they've been doing this for quite some time, gyrating like a pro.

You look at their faces and know that you recognize almost all of them. There are a few from TV shows that you like, even a couple of the women dressed as their characters. You see one from an older TV show, knowing that the person has to be at least 50, but still in marvellous shape, a few others from the movies, a mature one in that category as well. You've seen the rest of the faces, but can't quite place a name to them, not having seen them in a while, or being from a different genre, but you've seen the face, possibly on the cover of some magazine, or on a talk show being interviewed.

The set draws to a close but you can't help staring as they file out on both sides of the stage, disappearing behind it. You give your head a shake, still not truly believing your eyes, thinking that maybe those are fakes, people that look like celebrities and take advantage of that, but the resemblance of these are incredible. You hear the music begin again and see a solo dancer appearing on the stage, but someone that you're sure you've never laid eyes on before.

"The STARS don't do stage shows, just private ones", you hear the manager's voice and turn to face him, noting that you have a drink right in front of you. He laughs as you take a healthy sip of it, suddenly **** at the strength of it, almost spitting it out all over yourself.

"I'm sorry. I should have warned you. Most newcomers need a stiff drink after seeing what you saw, so I usually order them a triple, on the house", he says smilingly as you regain your composure. "I suppose you have a ton of questions to ask", he holds up his hand to stop you as your mouth opens to speak, " so just let me tell you what I tell everyone that comes here for the first time, and if there is anything else that I don't cover, you can ask me. Fair enough?"

You nod, fingers curled around your drink, waiting for the ice cubes to melt a bit to dilute the **** before daring another sip.

'To begin with, you're not the only new member here, so I've had this conversation a few times tonight and have to do so a few times more as well", he begins. "We intentionally choose an evening when we know that we will have a good number of our 'Special Performers' available."

"It's not always like this. The number of stars and the stars themselves differ from night to night. We ask them to let us know in advance when they'll be here, but because of commitments and new projects they may have, even that is unreliable, but we try." He smiles and takes a sip of his own drink.

"Some drop by on a fairly regular basis, while others come in just once in a while, and yet others will only be here once, maybe to satisfy their curiosity or some fantasy they may have. There are some nights, I'm sorry to say, when we have none of them here, but we do have our own dancers and the entire staff is here for your enjoyment."

You give him a slightly puzzled look and are about to ask something when he raises his hand again, "by that, I mean that the entire staff, dancers and the serving staff, male and female, are all bisexual and are here to service you in almost any way you wish. With the exception of management and the security staff, as we have to be available in case anything happens. We also ask that you do not ask for the host or hostess, as they have their duties as greeters, but all the staff take turns in that position, so if that person catches your interest, they'll probably be available the next evening, or soon thereafter."

You take another sip, it's still too strong but you feel you need it. "I'm sure you noticed there were 2 attendants when you rode our 'elevator' on the way down, one of each gender?" You nod. "They are there to either help you 'get in the mood', or to take care of 'unfinished business' when you leave, if you catch my drift?"

You certainly do and take another sip, the warmth of the **** in your throat making sure that this is no dream.

"Of course, you don't have to take advantage of their services if you don't want to, but we do want you to know of the availability of them, and of course, we expect you to tip them generously if you do take advantage of that particular perk.."

"The serving staff, waiters, waitresses and bartenders, are also available, but it's a little different with them. If you decide not to use them to the full extent of their availability, we still ask you to tip for bringing you drinks and such, as in a regular bar or restaurant. But if you choose to get some, shall we say, more personal services from them, it works like it does with the entertainment."

'Upon choosing a.. Companion.. you go to that staircase," he points and you follow his finger, "the person on duty there will assign you a booth," he points upwards and you see a balcony, surrounded by dark glassed cubicles, "you can see out of them, but no one can see inside, so you'll have total privacy," he smiles and pauses to take another sip of his drink, and you follow suit.

"When you enter, the room, you will hand your Club card to your Companion. It will be scanned and your history will appear on a small computer screen. What you've done, but not with whom as that is kept in the strictest confidence, if you have any particular likes or preferences, will appear to help your Companion make it a very enjoyable experience." he smiles brightly, pausing as you take it all in.

"As I said about our Stars previously, it changes nightly and you never know who will be a guest performer. I have to give you this caution and ask that you adhere to this or your membership will be cancelled, okay?"

You nod and lean close, not wanting to miss or misunderstand what he's about to tell you. "Some of our entertainers, staff included, have limitations as to what they will agree to do. We insist that you permit them their limitations and not to try and push or **** anything on them. If you don't like what they offer, simply end the session and choose someone else, okay? We ARE very serious about our rules and if they are broken, not only is your membership cancelled, but the club is instantly removed to another location."

You're about to ask something again, and as if reading your mind he says, "Yes, it has happened, but only once. A member chose to bring a guest without our approval and made a nasty scene. He was detained and we immediately shut down that location. We have several locations throughout the city that can be made ready within a 48 hour time period, but only operate one at a time. I, of course, cannot reveal any of them, and am also forbidden to tell you how this club came about or who began it, so if that was something that you wanted to know, I'm sorry, but you never will. But I'm sure that experiencing what we offer will make any inconvenience of that knowledge go away rather quickly. Speaking of which, may I have your envelope, please?"

You reach into your jacket pocket and find yourself surprisingly **** to hand it over to him, but finally place it into his outstretched hand. He smiles at you reassuringly as he reaches into the contents and pulls out your Club card.

"This is all you'll be needing from now on since you now know the location, you just come directly here. In the off chance that something happens and we have to close down, you will be notified of the new location in the same way you received your invitation."

He pauses as he slides the envelope into his jacket pocket. "You don't need the sheet with our rules on it, do you? I think we put in pretty straight forward, but just to simplify it, what goes on in here, stays in here, right?"

You nod your agreement and he puts the envelope away and hands you your card. "As I just said, this is all you'll be needing. Always have it with you because you can't get in without it. If, by chance, you ever misplace or lose it, just tell the person on duty at the entrance and another can be made for you on the spot. You are on file with us."

"As to what you're allowed to do, that is governed by what the limits your companion may have and your account, which is indicated by the colour of your membership card, and every colour has it's limits and locations."

"You, being a Platinum member, have no real limitation, except for your endurance," he allows himself a chuckle before continuing, " I'm sure you've noticed your seating has an unobstructed view of the stage, being raised up about the general flooring, and is the closest to the 'Stairway To Heaven' as some have called it."

"The Gold section is there," he points down and you see the tables strewn about at stage level, "Pretty good seating, but can still be blocked by someone standing or sitting in front of you. They have a limit of 5 of our features at the absolute most ,so they include our staff, who's services, even though being the same, would not be as expensive as being with one of our 'special guests'."

"The Silver section is there," he points down again, and you see a raised section behind the gold section, fairly unobstructed, but at a distance from the stage, 'They are limited to no more than 2 in one evening, so they take the most advantage of what our staff has to offer."

"Your account is usually taken care of by your firm, or as a gift from a very happy client," he smiles, " so you must do quite well in your chosen field. I have to say the you're most likely the youngest ever to posses a Platinum membership. All memberships may of course be upgraded, due to a change in employment, position and salary, or in some rare cases, downgraded for the same reasons. Your account may also be transferred to your own personal account, if you so wished it, in order to take more control in what your expenditures are to be as your bonuses will probably be smaller than they have been in the past, or, maybe not."

"Another feature you may want to take advantage of is to make one of the rooms your own for the evening. This is only available to Platinum card members and gives you the best sense of privacy or anonymity, if that's what you wished for."

"By the computer screens you will see 2 buttons, one marked male, the other female, and those are for service, for when you want a refreshment or a meal, our kitchen is quite good. Also available, again just to Platinum members, is your choice of having a server assigned just for your needs. You can send that person out to check on the availability of a wished for Companion, while you stay in your private room. They may also interact with your chosen Companion, if that is something you may desire, and , of course, dependent on your Companions limits. As I said earlier, the club staff is bisexual, but I can't speak for the Stars in that matter."

"As for and birth control, some of them may ask that you wear a condom, though from what I've heard. not many of them do, and we recommend to the female Stars that they wear one of those birth control patches that are now available, and put them on at least 2 days before appearing here to make sure that it's active. Personally, I've never heard of any of them becoming pregnant as a result of being here, so you don't have to worry about 'holding back' unless, of course, your Companion asks you to."

He smiles, breathes in deeply, and finishes off the last of his drink," That just about covers it. If you have any other question or can think of anything I haven't covered to your satisfaction?.." he pauses and you shake your head, " just tell your server, and I'll be happy to help you."

He gets out of his seat, pushing the chair in and smiles brightly, " I hope you have an enjoyable evening and by the looks of it, it's just about to begin"

You give him a confused look, then follow his eyes, seeing a face you recognize approaching your table, smiling directly at you.

"My God!" you gasp, "It's...?"