Night Out at the Pinky Finger Ch. 01

For the second time that day, Ken woke up. He'd set his alarm for 9 o'clock thinking he would do something productive with his day. Now, it was well after noon, and productivity seemed like less of a priority than something to drink and maybe some food...maybe.

As he shuffled down the hallway to the bathroom in his apartment he tried to remember the last half of his night. He and Eric had been hanging out playing on the PS4 when Matt had called and told them to meet him downtown. He had found a German bar that served boots, two liters of beer in a glass. As he shook his dick dry, Ken realized that there really wasn't anything else to remember.

He was disappointed that this was all his friends wanted to do with their summer. They were about to be college seniors, and it would not be an easy year. High school had been easy, but he'd struggled with college-level math. It hadn't helped that his professors were douches. He'd worked through the last two years, giving up his summer and spring break to make this vacation possible, and all his friends wanted to do was drink and bullshit.

He did remember something Eric had said, though. Matt had suggested they go to a strip club some night. Eric piped in and suggested that they should wait for a new club to open in town. A new club would have younger strippers and the prices would be cheaper.

Eric had a steady girlfriend all through college. She had just graduated and had been hired by a big company right out of school. She was away on a business trip, so Eric was feeling pretty adventurous. Matt had a reputation as a dog. It wasn't true, but he played to it all the same.

Ken opened up his computer and was greeted by the sight of a pig-tailed Tawnee Stone flashing her tits. There were no new emails and nothing interesting was happening on Facebook, so he checked some of his favorite free download sites for new porn videos. He downloaded a couple of new videos by Dillion Harper and stroked to the slideshow of Tawnee Stone on his desktop, wasting another couple of hours, but he couldn't stop thinking about what Eric had said.

Ken hadn't dated in high school and wasn't dating anyone seriously in college. He'd been to some pretty crazy parties and gotten his dick sucked a few times, but he remained a virgin. He had never been interested in casual dating and figured that once he was out of college and was settled down somewhere with a steady job he would be able to spend more time making a relationship work. In the meantime, he had three terabytes of porn and a private internet connection.

He did wonder, though, what the strip clubs were like in his city. He had checked online for "escorts" in his city, just because he was curious, but he hadn't looked at any of the strip clubs before. They all had sweet names full of innuendos, but one of them caught his eye. It had only opened a month and a half ago, so it was still relatively new. He couldn't find any information on the club and assumed that it must be because it was new. It was called the Pinky Finger.

He decided he would check it out. He wasn't doing anything else that night, and he wasn't going to get much done today anyway. Eric's girlfriend would be flying back at the end of the week, and Eric had decided he would drive up to meet her at the airport, spending a couple of days seeing the sites in the state capitol. He didn't really want to invite Matt. Ken had never been to a strip club, and it would be awkward to follow Matt's lead while he tried to chat up strippers. Ken just wanted to poke his head in, sit in the back and watch quietly, trying not to draw attention to himself.

He headed out about 10:30 and drove over to the Pinky Finger. It looked exactly like he expected it would: parking behind the building, high fences on all sides, a neon sign, and a covered entry with a bouncer standing outside it.

The bouncer gave him a hard stare when he showed him his driver's license. Ken felt tiny next to this giant man, whose bicep alone must have been as big around as Ken's thigh. The bouncer handed Ken back his license and opened the door for him. As Ken stepped to the door the bouncer held out a massive hand in Ken's path.

"Follow the rules, and we won't have to meet again."

Ken stumbled a little as he squeezed past the bouncer into the entryway and glanced back, but the bouncer seemed to have forgotten about him. Turning back to the desk, he handed his coat over and received a slip of paper. He was instructed to fill in his information and sign it. When he handed it back he was informed that he would get the slip back when he went to leave. He thought that seemed a little strange, but he had never been to a strip club before and there hadn't been a cover charge. He shrugged it off and entered the club.

He walked straight to the bar and ordered a beer, taking it with him to a table at the side of the room, where he could see everything going on without being too isolated or conspicuous.

He was a little confused by what he saw. First of all it was bright, almost dazzling bright. There was loud, thumping music with some kind of tune behind it that he couldn't quite make out. That, he had expected. The light also strobed every few minutes, but it didn't seem to synch up with the music. There was also a stage, but nothing seemed to be happening on it. He figured he could have a couple of beers check out one of the shows and leave.

He scanned the tables around him and noticed that he was underdressed for this club, maybe explaining why the bouncer had growled at him. Everybody also seemed to have a cute girl at their table, many in their laps. He saw a lap dance at one table. One man was making out heavily with a really petite girl, and another guy appeared to have his hands in one girl's panties. All of the girls were dressed in lace and frills. Pink and white were the dominant colors.

"Hi, I'm Cindy."

Startled, he looked up at the girl who had just bounded over to his table. She was dressed conservatively, compared to her colleagues, if hardly dressed at all. She wore a soft pink, satin camisole with white lace trim that hung down just low enough to show a flash of cheek and matching panties. She had a pair of thin, strappy, white heels on her feet. Her hair was done up in pigtails, and her lips were bright red with a hint of glitter. He noticed that her chest was kind of flat. She certainly didn't have more than an A-Cup, but as she held a beer out to him he couldn't help but stare at her perky nipples pressed against the satin material.

"I'm...I'm Ken," he said as he took the glass of beer from her.

She giggled and sat down next to him, giving Ken an opportunity to hide his embarrassment in the glass.

"So, this is your first time here," she chirped.

He spluttered in his glass, eliciting a giggle from Cindy. He quickly put the glass down before he had a chance to embarrass himself again by spilling more beer on his shirt.

He put his head back against the wall and sighed, "Is it that obvious? How did you know?"

She scooted closer, pressing herself against his side and giggled, "Oh, baby, you're so nervous. Relax. You were sitting over here all by yourself, and since it looked like you needed another beer I figured I could keep you company."

The instant she said it Ken had relaxed. Here he was at a strip club. A nice girl had walked right up to him and was now pressing her tight, young body against him. Why had he been so nervous?

"Sorry." he said, trying to think of an excuse. "I guess I was a little intimidated by the bouncer."

"Oh, Frank. Don't worry about him. He's just bored. We never have any trouble in here."

She was now squirming in her seat and seemed to be looking at him expectantly.

"I'm sorry" he said. "I'm not sure what the rules are."

She blinked and sat upright. "Oh, right. I forgot. You can buy a live show for the whole club. If you invite a girl to your table, or if she comes over to you," she winked at him, "you can make out with her, feel anything you like, or play with her."

It all came out in a rush, and as she finished she leaned into him again, craning her face up to his. He was still trying to process what she had said and pulled his face away from hers.

Her lips turned down at this, and she looked down and away. He was worried she might be disappointed in him, but he couldn't help but notice how cute she looked.

She glanced back up at him, and her devious grin shattered the illusion. Both her hands came up, wrapping around the back of his head as she pulled him in for a kiss.

Surprised, he didn't resist as she locked her lips to his. He had never experienced a kiss this intense before, and almost before he ran out of air she teased her tongue between his lips, darting past his teeth to briefly flick across his tonsils before retreating.

When she let him go, he struggled to get his breath back.

She giggled again, "There! Now you don't have to be nervous."

He smiled back at her and patted his lap.

She hopped to her feet and held both her hands out to him. Taking her hands, he helped her settle into his lap, sitting across his legs. She wiggled around some more until her ass was pressed tightly into his crotch. Then she threw her arms around his neck and drew him in for another kiss.

This time their tongues met each other before their lips touched, wrestling to get past each other and explore their partner's mouth. They stayed locked together for much longer this time, and Ken closed his eyes, enjoying her taste and the feeling of her tongue sliding around the inside of his mouth.