The Taboo Lounge was not at all, what I had expected. I stepped into the upscale topless club, pub and bar with plush mahogany wood setting. Several young ladies, very beautiful young ladies, dressed in 1880’s period style corsets and black stockings, greeted me at the front door. On the far end of the dimly lit bar, was a stage with a totally naked young nubile laying on her back, her sexy long legs spread, with an older gentleman standing between them, dollar bills in hand.

Totally nude. Very taboo in this very conservative southern city.

I took a seat at the bar and ordered a Coke.

Six fifty.

I tipped the bartender a couple of dollars and took stock of the club. It was sparsely populated with a couple of blue collar workers – construction types and some older gentlemen.

I felt a hand on my leg. I turned and a tall thin young lady stood next to me. Like the dancer on the main stage, she was totally naked.

Totally naked. Wow!

“Hi,” she said, “Would you like a dance?”

“I’m fine,” I replied.

The hand on my thigh became the hand on my crotch.

“Are you sure?” she asked, pressing herself up against me, rubbing her hand over my crotch.

“Oh wow,” she declared, feeling my semi-erect cock through the fabric of my jeans. “I think someone is wanting to party.”

She had an angelic face, with short brown hair. Her pouty lips were adorned with a shimmering light pink lip gloss.

“Come on,” she pleaded, taking my hand in hers, “Let’s have a good time.”

“Hold up,” I said as she pulled on my arm.

I was in the mood to party, but I had done the topless bar scene many, many times. Table dances at twenty dollars a pop, can put one in the poor house very quickly.

“How much?” I asked.

“Twenty dollars,” she replied.

“No,” I replied, “I want more than a rub or a tug.”

“We can’t do that in here,” she whispered, her hand resting on my crotch, her fingers pressing against the budge in my jeans.

“You can, if you want to,” I pressed.

“Oh, I’d love to,” she said, “But if we get caught, I could get fired. Plus, how do I know you’re not a cop?”

“You don’t,” I replied, looking at the dancer on the main stage, “Sometimes you just have to take a chance.”

She slipped her hand off my crotch and back onto my upper thigh.

“So why don’t we start with just a table dance?” she pressed. “Then we can chat.”

“I’ll tell you what,” I said, my eyes fixated on the naked dancer on the main stage, “I’ll tip you and her for a doubles dance.”

My young dancer tuned and looked at the dancer on the main stage, then back at me. Without saying a word, the young dancer took my hand and pulled me towards the main stage. As we approached the stage, the nubile on the stage made her way to the edge of the stage. She looked down at myself and the skinny naked girl standing next to me. The dancer on the stage squatted down in front of us, smiled, spread her legs, her hands on her knees, giving us a perfect view of her shaved kitty. She slipped her hand over her bare pussy and ten suddenly closed her legs.

I slipped my hand into my pocket and took out several one dollar bills. I handed several to the dancer next to me.

Dollars work wonders.

Our main stage dancer lay on her back, spreading her legs, as she held them skyward, twisting her stilettos in the air. She slipped a lone finger along the crevice of the folds of her bright pink pussy lips. I looked at her face and she winked. I dropped a dollar bill on her flat abdomen.

She slipped her finger inside of her pussy as she closed her eyes, my other dancer standing beside me, wide-eyed and obviously very pleased. We showered our dancer with dollar bills. She re-positioned herself on to her knees and put her arms around my neck, pressing herself against me as I stood at the end of the stage. I slipped my hands around her waist and rested them in the small of her back as we looked intently into each other’s eyes.

“I’d love to fuck you,” I whispered into her left ear.

“Stick around,” she whispered back. “Anything is possible.”

I stepped back from the stage and back over to my high back chair in the corner.

My dancer friend sauntered towards me. Like the girl on the main stage, she had a shaved kitty. She also sported a small rose tattoo on her lower abdomen. She smiled as she sat in the high back chair next to me. Placing her hand on my thigh, she leaned in and whispered,

“Two hundred.”

I didn’t say anything.

We sat in silence, watching our dancer waltzing slowly around the main stage. She wasn’t putting much effort into dancing. The music shifted and our dancer was replaced by another. A few seconds later and the girl who had been on the main stage appeared from a side door, right next to where I was seated with my new friend.

“Hi,” she cheerfully remarked.

I extended my hand and introduced myself. I don’t know why I offered my hand, except that the business side of me had suddenly come out.

“I’m Pam,” she replied before correcting herself, “I mean - Star- but you can call me Pam.”

“Can I rub my body up against yours?” she asked.

“Only if I can do the same,” I replied.

She reached out and groped my erection.

“I think I can handle it,” Pam replied, smiling.

“Can you handle a three-some?” I asked.

Pam looked at the dancer sitting next to me.

“With her?” Pam asked. “Anything is possible.”

Pam slipped next to me, placed her hands on the naked young dancer’s knees seated beside me and forcibly spread them apart. She stepped between the young dancer’s knees and slowly slid her hands up the young dancer’s thighs to her waist.

The young dancer slipped her arms and hands around Pam’s waist.

Their lips met in a long and passionate kiss. Wow!

I love lesbians.

“What about me?” I remarked. The younger nubile, the skinnier one slipped her hand onto the bulge in my jeans.

“Are we jealous?” she asked.

“Is there a private room in here?” I asked.

Pam took a step back.

“Stay here,” she said. She turned and headed into a nearby door by the bar. My young dancer kept her hand close to my erection, on the inside of my thigh. A few moments later and Pam stepped back in front of me. She wore nothing but a smile.

“Come on,” Pam remarked, taking my hand in hers. My other dancer followed.

Pam lead us down a dark hallway just off the main floor of the bar, through some black curtains and into a labyrinth of connecting hallways. The blare of the music from the main room lessened as we walked into a closed off area of the Taboo Club.

I was lead into a room with a huge circular, canopied bed in the center of it, with walls adorned with floor to ceiling length mirrors and dim lights. The blare of the thump-thump-thump club music was replaced with soft jazz.

A mahogany wood dresser sat on one side of the room and there was a leather couch and love seat ensemble on the other side of the room.

Pam slipped on to the bed as did my young dancer friend.

I slipped off my shoes and started to follow them on to the bed. Pam held up her hand

.“Hold up,” she said.

“First, we have some business to tend to,” she said.

I fished in my pocket for my wad of twenties.

“There is an envelope on the dresser,” Pam said. “We only work for tips. The more you tip, the better the show.”

I slipped over towards the dresser and placed my money in the envelope.

“Sit down, and make yourself comfortable,” Pam said.

“How comfortable?” I asked.

“As comfortable as you want to be,” Pam replied.

Pam slipped off of the bed and over towards the dresser.

“Let me put this away,” she said, picking up the non-descript envelope in which I had placed two hundred dollars. She peered inside the envelope and then silently slipped it into a drawer in the wood dresser.

She stepped over to where I still stood by the bed.

“What are you waiting on?” she asked, slipping her hand on to my crotch and giving my wanker a good squeeze.

I stripped out of my shirt and jeans as Pam slipped back on to the bed beside the skinny girl. I wasn’t sure if I should take off my underwear or not.

“Is that as comfortable as you want to get?” Pam asked.

I slipped out of my boxer shorts, my nine-inch cut cock arching upwards. I started to get on the bed, but was once again stopped.

“Wait,” Pam responded. She slipped her hand on to her bedmate’s abdomen and then up to her chest and breasts, and over her strong nipples, as I stood by and watched. The young dancer reciprocated, and in an instant, they were both all over each other. Oh my gawd! They sixty-nined each other until they both were screaming, “Oh Fuck! Oh Fuck!” over and over.

Pre-cum leaked from the tip end of my cock. I knew that if I touched myself, there would be no going back. I wasn’t going to spend $200 just to watch two bitches pleasure each other and I end up jerking myself off.

I hopped on to the bed and pushed a pair of legs apart. I slipped my tongue into a hot and juicy pussy. The skinny girl grabbed my cock and slipped her lips around it. I wasn’t going to be able to hold out. I pushed the skinny girl on to her back and held her hands over her head, peering down into her huge brown eyes, as I hovered over her.

“Fuck me!” she cried out.

I pushed my cock up to the folds of her pussy. She reached between her legs and inserted the tip end of my hot steel rod into her moist pussy. She was a tight fit and I could feel the walls of her pussy pulsating as they gripped my shaft. Our pelvis bones crashed into each other as I pummeled her hot little dancer body, her small tits bouncing back and forth.

Pam grabbed my head and thrust her wicked tongue down my throat. As she did, I could feel my buttocks tighten. I wasn’t going to be able to hold anything back. I shot my load deep inside of the skinny girl, even though I had wanted Pam. The skinny girl dug her manicured nails into my back as I filled her pussy with white cream.

Pam pushed me off of my bed mate. She wasted no time in lapping up the remnants of cum as it spilled out of the skinny girl’s pussy.

I rolled on to my back and watched in the mirrored reflection of the mirror over the bed.

The three of us lay here for the longest time. A knock on the door alerted us to the fact that our time was up.

I got dressed as my partners lie kissing each other on the bed.

“Are you coming?” I asked.

“Not yet,” Pam breathlessly replied, “But I am almost there.”

I slipped out the door and down the hallway. Two dancers were off alone in another room, making out on a leather couch, the door to the room open. I stopped to watch. One of the dancers noticed me standing in the doorway and motioned for me to join them.

I was out of money.

“I don’t have any cash,” I replied.

“Fuck the cash,” one of them replied. “I just need a cock.”

“I just got laid,” I replied. “I’m all out of juice.”

One of the dancers replied, “We can fix that.”

I smiled, knowing there was no way I could get a second erection. The youngest dancer walked over to where I stood, took my hand, pulled me into the room and closed the door behind me. She kissed me on my cheek and then my neck.

“Oh God,” she declared, running her hand down to my crotch, “You are too damn sexy!

A chill of excitement filled me. I looked around the dimly lit room. Etched into the wall over the leather couch and my two newest, and totally naked friends, were the words, “The Taboo Lounge.”