Jenlisa oneshot Book II

[B1] Lessons in Love

Please Don't Vote.

Music pulsed and throbbed through the speakers. Gazing at my surroundings, I could not believe I'd been talked into this. The Club was dimly lit. Through the gloom I could see scantily clad ladies sitting on the laps of dirty old men. So, if I was sat here, what did that make me?

I was here under sufferance; this was the last place in earth I wanted to celebrate my birthday. My brother Mark, in his infinite wisdom, decided that I needed liberal amounts of 'titties' for my birthday (his words not mine!). Mark had appointed himself as my intervention guru, after a messy breakup with Yaya - my girlfriend of the last five years - had left me with a broken heart. I still couldn't believe the amount of pain she had inflicted on me, just one look from her was enough to bring me to my knees.

Mark had an accomplice in all this: Jackson - my best friend since high school. He had also had enough of the Lisa Manoban pity party, so when Mark rang him with my birthday idea, Jackson offered him all the help he could.

"Awesome club, isn't it?" Mark bounced in his chair.

"That's one way of putting it, Mark." I replied as calmly as I could.

"C'mon Bro relax; we three have VIP front row seats to the finest titties in all Seattle."

Jackson signalled to a waitress and ordered us a round of drinks. He laughed in my face when I tried to order water. "No fucking way!" He ordered instead scotch on the rocks all round. I glared at him.

"Lis, it's your birthday. You've had a hellish past six months, just relax and blow off a little steam."

Jackson grinned at Mark who in turn waggled his eyebrows suggestively. Slumping forward on to the bar in front of me, I conceded defeat.

"Okay, okay let's get this over with."

Mark hooted as he clapped me on the back.

"Just sit back and enjoy the show little sis."

The waitress arrived with our drinks. Jackson subtly slipped a twenty-dollar bill in her G-string, and she smiled in appreciation as she kissed him on the cheek.

The lights dimmed and the club was plunged into total darkness.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to the Velveteen Rope. It's the last Friday of the month, so it can mean only one thing!"

The crowd started chanting, "Tie it Tight, Tie it Tight, Tie it Tight, Tie it tight."

"That's right,' the compere boomed, 'Its TIT night - where our lovely ladies TIE. IT. TIGHT!'

The crowd whooped and hollered.

"Let's meet our beautiful ladies - let me introduce, for your delight and delectation, PIXIE!"

A single spotlight illuminated a pole on the stage in front of us. Hot Action Cop - 'Fever for the Flava' blasted through the speakers, as a tiny girl, with spiky black hair and a very revealing one piece, shimmied her way down the pole and back flipped her way to the edge of the stage, where she sank into the splits to rapturous applause. She winked at us and blew a kiss at Jackson.

"Get your coat, you've pulled," giggled Mark.

Another spotlight, another pole lit up.

"Gentlemen and Ladies, please let me introduce the divine, drives-them-crazy Miss DAISY!"

More whooping and hollering as long blonde hair appeared from the ceiling, quickly followed by a toned back and an ass that could crack walnuts. She crossed the stage in a similar fashion to Pixie and came to rest in front of Mark. She grinned as he preened himself.