My Balls

The Club

The club was much larger than I expected. Having never been there before I'd had a number of preconceptions which tuned out to be wrong. There was a single cavernous space with smaller sections on all four sides. 

The main bar was in the large space at one end of the room with a raised platform at the far end opposite. Ostensibly this was probably for bands but all the music was piped in from the DJ booth in the wall above the stage.

That would be the stage where the show was held Alicia informed me. There were not a lot of people dancing even though the club was full up. They didn't really come here for dancing, Alicia had told me. There had to be a couple of thousand people here tonight, and it was hot and humid.

The competition wasn't due to start for an hour so we had time to look around. Alicia had already signed up as one of the bunnies and I had registered for the five competitions I'd be participating in. 

I noticed a queue had formed along one wall near a door guarded by a bouncer. Periodically he would let another couple through the door. I assumed that was the vip area, but that wasn't entirely correct.

That area was for the private rooms Alicia informed me. Beyond that door were about twenty small cubicles called private rooms. It was those rooms where the club made it's real money. People would pay fifty dollars for ten minutes use at a time. 

Apparently they were added soon after the club opened because the toilets were constantly filled by couples all night. When they'd begun the competitions the number of rooms were quadrupled.

The queue never once diminished the whole time I watched. Alicia pointed out that some  of the girls were probably professionals, indicating one woman who joined the queue again mere minutes after we'd seen her emerge from the door. 

They probably weren't all sex workers, because as she had already indicated the club had a certain reputation. If a girl wanted guaranteed sex there was probably no more certain deal. It went a long way to explaining why there were so many girls here tonight.

While we waited I hydrated. The water would be essential to our plans tonight. With a full bladder any guy will always shoot a more plentiful load. 

It had been a fight to get to the bar for this bottle, so I'd probably want to refill it in the chill out room or the bathroom, I didn't want to have to go through that again. 

The reason for the struggle was probably less about alcohol and more about the service. The bar staff were indeed all topless women, clearly hired for their endowments. The entire night the queue at the bar was never less than five people deep.

Eventually the competition was announced by the DJ to some cheering. Apparently it was a much anticipated event. The dance floor was almost immediately completely filled. The mezzanine floor that looked down from above was lined all the way around by faces watching the stage. In the absence of the blaring music the club seemed uncomfortably quiet.

The MC was a pretty young woman who announced the first game. This first event would not be for us. The competition would begin with what they called 'All you can eat.'  Before it got under way guys were asked to bid to enter. 

Only one guy was allowed to compete in this competition. The bidding quickly reached three hundred and seventy dollars which was excessive for a prize of only one thousand. Apparently there were a lot of guys wanting to be the one who finally won. No-one had ever won this prize.

Candi was introduced to the cheering crowd. They apparently knew her well. The big screen by the stage flashed to life, showing Candi in action. In glorious high resolution, ten feet tall, she was playing with herself.