Night of Many Firsts
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I opened the door to the club and walked inside. From the outside, the older brick building looked sort of run down, but once inside I found myself in a club with large bar on one side, polished brass railings, mirrors, subdued lighting, tasteful seats at the bar, hardwood floors, tables, a few booths further away and at the very end of the club a large stage with karaoke being sung. This was no seedy dive bar, thank goodness.
The lights, the music (karaoke music is always so loud as if the volume can make up for lack of singing ability), the chatter of patrons, the sudden going from lit sidewalk to dimly lit club almost seemed surreal. I saw male and female couples, a table full of men laughing at something on one of their phones, a few groups of women, as well as quite a few gurls like myself.
I had almost expected everyone to stop what they were doing, gawk and point at me, but that didn't happen.
I did, however, want to at least find a seat and take a moment to calm my nerves. My dress suddenly felt so short and revealing. I swayed my hips to the bar, signaled the woman behind the bar for a sprite and glanced around searching for a bar seat, table, booth- anything so I wasn't looking like a wallflower.
I happened to look down at the straw in my drink and saw lipstick traces.
'Oh Pam, you've done it! You've finally gone out in public and it feels fabulous!' I thought.
I happened to see more than one guy follow me with his eyes as I walked towards a table where I saw a couple gathering their things getting ready to leave. I think I liked the looks I got as it made me sway my hips a bit more than usual.
A shorter, stocky drag queen approached me for a cover and told me the proceeds went to a worthy cause.
Pam the philanthropist! I smiled inwardly. She gave me a ticket stub and told me to have a wonderful time as everyone here was super friendly and the bar staff took exactly zero crap from anyone. Reassuring. She then asked if I wanted to sign up to sing karaoke. Oh my God no! Hell no! The last thing I wanted to do was draw attention to myself screeching to a large crowd. Me singing? No way. I did politely decline and thank her for the invitation.
While waiting for a table, I happen to notice myself in a nearby mirror standing in profile. Wow! My dress
almost looked painted on for how it clung to me, and the heels really made my bottom look so inviting as I found myself lifting it to admire. I smiled at myself and pouted my lips and fluffed my newly trimmed hair so the curls arranged themselves to make me look coquettish. I felt so feminine right then and there.
I spied a couple at a table gathering their things and they looked ready to leave. Yes!
At that moment I felt something lightly brush against the back of my pantyhosed thigh. Delicately.
A fingertip?
"Ohh!" I gasped, spinning around to confront the letch.
"Look who we have here! It's the vixen!" I looked into a face I thought I had seen before, but I couldn't place it. To say it was lovely would not do it justice. Standing several inches taller, she wore her brunette soft curls piled on top of her head like a madam from an old Western. A stray curl wound down almost to her neck. She wore a choker like mine, but thinner with a tiny red stone in it. Heavy eyeshadow, lips painted so dark I thought they were black in the light, a tight form fitting strapless sleeveless burgundy dress that ended upper middle thigh, a wide leather belt snug around her fuller hips, sheer coffee hosiery and open toed heels.
Above the elbow black opera gloves adorned her beautifully sculpted arms. Her ample bust was at eye level and I forced myself to look up at her face instead.
I noticed glitter on her bare shoulders and on her collarbone. Her brown eyes regarded me, looking me up and down and a warm smile spread on her face. I saw she even had a small diamond looking stud in her nose, and I think I fell in love right then and there.
"I can always spot my work honey, you really should have told me you'd be here later. You look fabulous!"
I still couldn't place her. Wait!
It was my hairdresser from earlier today! Oh god what if she kept my credit card info- she'd have my name! She could tell everyone at work about me and I'd lose my job and have to move and-
"I'm Lauren, and I'm sorry we didn't get to talk more today when you were in the shop. Your outfit is sexy as all get out girl! That haircut really suits you. And who might you be, you gorgeous creature?"
"I'm Pam, it's so nice to meet you" I nervously answered. Before I knew it Lauren had embraced me almost to the point of our cheeks touching and spoke into my ear
"Your secret is safe with me darling. I love to share secrets, it's such a thrill don't you think?"
I nodded yes, still reeling from all this. Her perfume was intoxicating, and I suddenly wished for a fainting couch.
She took my hand "Pam, you have to come sit with us and have a drink! You can meet all of us. We've been coming to this bi annual event for years and it's so good to see some new faces!"
How could I resist? Lauren had a commanding presence, oozing authority and grace, and a sultry voice that made me think of a phone sex operator- in locker room talk she was a cougar, she was in charge and she would not take no for an answer. I felt like a schoolgurl with her first crush and allowed myself to be led to a booth further away from the stage. A drunk drag queen was mutilating an Aretha Franklin song and I was completely ok with being further away from the noise.
"Pam, this is Anna, and Catherine should be back shortly with a few drinks." Anna was a gurl like me, with a jet black bob wig, a silver crop top that showed a few delicious inches of well-toned tummy, a short tight black skirt, nude hose and heels. She smiled as we introduced ourselves. Lauren practically shoved me into the awaiting semi circular booth and sandwiched me between herself and Anna. Even in the low lighting, I noticed Lauren wore a toe ring under her hose and also wore a gold ankle bracelet similar to mine, but on her right ankle over her hose.
Catherine arrived soon after with four drinks. She had longer dark blonde hair and wore a sequined gown that reminded me of Miss America, and I found myself humming the tune under my breath. Lauren's thigh brushed against mine as Catherine smushed in beside Lauren, and the tingle I felt when our nyloned thighs touched was electric. I found myself gazing into Lauren's eyes like a baby deer and she met my gaze and said to me
'It's wonderful to feel this way, isn't it?"
I suddenly realized Lauren was a gurl like me! She carried herself so confidently, with such firm sensuality I would have never guessed, even seeing her in just a blouse and mom jeans (which fit just right I might add) at her hairdressing salon earlier.
Lauren interrupted all the small talk by raising her glass and we all followed her lead.
"To new friends and to Pam's first time out! May tonight be a night of many firsts!"
The lights, the music (karaoke music is always so loud as if the volume can make up for lack of singing ability), the chatter of patrons, the sudden going from lit sidewalk to dimly lit club almost seemed surreal. I saw male and female couples, a table full of men laughing at something on one of their phones, a few groups of women, as well as quite a few gurls like myself.
I had almost expected everyone to stop what they were doing, gawk and point at me, but that didn't happen.
I did, however, want to at least find a seat and take a moment to calm my nerves. My dress suddenly felt so short and revealing. I swayed my hips to the bar, signaled the woman behind the bar for a sprite and glanced around searching for a bar seat, table, booth- anything so I wasn't looking like a wallflower.
I happened to look down at the straw in my drink and saw lipstick traces.
'Oh Pam, you've done it! You've finally gone out in public and it feels fabulous!' I thought.
I happened to see more than one guy follow me with his eyes as I walked towards a table where I saw a couple gathering their things getting ready to leave. I think I liked the looks I got as it made me sway my hips a bit more than usual.
A shorter, stocky drag queen approached me for a cover and told me the proceeds went to a worthy cause.
Pam the philanthropist! I smiled inwardly. She gave me a ticket stub and told me to have a wonderful time as everyone here was super friendly and the bar staff took exactly zero crap from anyone. Reassuring. She then asked if I wanted to sign up to sing karaoke. Oh my God no! Hell no! The last thing I wanted to do was draw attention to myself screeching to a large crowd. Me singing? No way. I did politely decline and thank her for the invitation.
While waiting for a table, I happen to notice myself in a nearby mirror standing in profile. Wow! My dress
almost looked painted on for how it clung to me, and the heels really made my bottom look so inviting as I found myself lifting it to admire. I smiled at myself and pouted my lips and fluffed my newly trimmed hair so the curls arranged themselves to make me look coquettish. I felt so feminine right then and there.
I spied a couple at a table gathering their things and they looked ready to leave. Yes!
At that moment I felt something lightly brush against the back of my pantyhosed thigh. Delicately.
A fingertip?
"Ohh!" I gasped, spinning around to confront the letch.
"Look who we have here! It's the vixen!" I looked into a face I thought I had seen before, but I couldn't place it. To say it was lovely would not do it justice. Standing several inches taller, she wore her brunette soft curls piled on top of her head like a madam from an old Western. A stray curl wound down almost to her neck. She wore a choker like mine, but thinner with a tiny red stone in it. Heavy eyeshadow, lips painted so dark I thought they were black in the light, a tight form fitting strapless sleeveless burgundy dress that ended upper middle thigh, a wide leather belt snug around her fuller hips, sheer coffee hosiery and open toed heels.
Above the elbow black opera gloves adorned her beautifully sculpted arms. Her ample bust was at eye level and I forced myself to look up at her face instead.
I noticed glitter on her bare shoulders and on her collarbone. Her brown eyes regarded me, looking me up and down and a warm smile spread on her face. I saw she even had a small diamond looking stud in her nose, and I think I fell in love right then and there.
"I can always spot my work honey, you really should have told me you'd be here later. You look fabulous!"
I still couldn't place her. Wait!
It was my hairdresser from earlier today! Oh god what if she kept my credit card info- she'd have my name! She could tell everyone at work about me and I'd lose my job and have to move and-
"I'm Lauren, and I'm sorry we didn't get to talk more today when you were in the shop. Your outfit is sexy as all get out girl! That haircut really suits you. And who might you be, you gorgeous creature?"
"I'm Pam, it's so nice to meet you" I nervously answered. Before I knew it Lauren had embraced me almost to the point of our cheeks touching and spoke into my ear
"Your secret is safe with me darling. I love to share secrets, it's such a thrill don't you think?"
I nodded yes, still reeling from all this. Her perfume was intoxicating, and I suddenly wished for a fainting couch.
She took my hand "Pam, you have to come sit with us and have a drink! You can meet all of us. We've been coming to this bi annual event for years and it's so good to see some new faces!"
How could I resist? Lauren had a commanding presence, oozing authority and grace, and a sultry voice that made me think of a phone sex operator- in locker room talk she was a cougar, she was in charge and she would not take no for an answer. I felt like a schoolgurl with her first crush and allowed myself to be led to a booth further away from the stage. A drunk drag queen was mutilating an Aretha Franklin song and I was completely ok with being further away from the noise.
"Pam, this is Anna, and Catherine should be back shortly with a few drinks." Anna was a gurl like me, with a jet black bob wig, a silver crop top that showed a few delicious inches of well-toned tummy, a short tight black skirt, nude hose and heels. She smiled as we introduced ourselves. Lauren practically shoved me into the awaiting semi circular booth and sandwiched me between herself and Anna. Even in the low lighting, I noticed Lauren wore a toe ring under her hose and also wore a gold ankle bracelet similar to mine, but on her right ankle over her hose.
Catherine arrived soon after with four drinks. She had longer dark blonde hair and wore a sequined gown that reminded me of Miss America, and I found myself humming the tune under my breath. Lauren's thigh brushed against mine as Catherine smushed in beside Lauren, and the tingle I felt when our nyloned thighs touched was electric. I found myself gazing into Lauren's eyes like a baby deer and she met my gaze and said to me
'It's wonderful to feel this way, isn't it?"
I suddenly realized Lauren was a gurl like me! She carried herself so confidently, with such firm sensuality I would have never guessed, even seeing her in just a blouse and mom jeans (which fit just right I might add) at her hairdressing salon earlier.
Lauren interrupted all the small talk by raising her glass and we all followed her lead.
"To new friends and to Pam's first time out! May tonight be a night of many firsts!"
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