Are You Happy Now? (Chapter 7)
Chapter 1: After the Trenchcoat Drops…
Chapter 2: Banana Pancakes
Chapter 3: Against the Cold Tile
Chapter 4: Ashley’s Question
Chapter 5: Babeland Presents
Chapter 6: Hardened Eyes
12:00AM Saturday, September 13, 2013
Sirens wailed as the announcer shouted for everyone’s drinks to be cleared from the bar. A few seconds later, Def Leppard’s Pour Some Sugar on Me came blaring over the speakers in the club. One by one, the six women bartenders hoisted themselves up and made their way over to the middle of the U-shaped bar. First to come into view was a 5’7” blonde, hair flowing freely, wearing a brown bikini top - to show off washboard abs that were simply beautiful - and khaki camouflage pants that were bunched halfway up her sculpted calves. Second, as the girls in the club could barely contain themselves, the 5’4” brunette who wore a piece of beige cloth that barely contained her breasts in a black lacy bra, some kind of black leather that appeared to be underwear, or shorts, that barely covered her ass…and, not to forget, the black fishnets…those damn, black fishnets appeared. Without missing a beat, the 5’3” Latina - in a button-down blue and orange jersey that was unbuttoned and tied together just barely beneath her breasts and short, tight, orange 70’s gym shorts - climbed on top of the bar. The fourth bartender/dancer, another 5’4” brunette, hoisted herself onto the bar and was dressed not to be outdone by the others wearing a tiny flannel top that was unbuttoned and tied together underneath her breasts and short cutoff jean shorts. A 5’5” black girl appeared next, wearing a white and navy pinstriped shirt lifted, tucked, and tied together just below her breasts, short, tight, white shorts - that would certainly be interesting at the end of the performance - and knee-high socks a male gym teacher in the 70’s would wear. Last, but certainly not least, a 5’5” dirty blonde, hair tied back in pigtails with a few pertinent strands framing her face, wearing a black corset that came together in a point just above her belly button and black leather pants, ascended onto the bar. All six girls were thin - though none were Mary Kate and Ashley thin - and a few of them, especially the 5’4” brunette in the fishnets and the 5’5” black girl, had all the right curves. Seconds later, the girls partnered up, Camo with Fishnets, Jersey with Flannel, Pinstripe with Corset and the former in each pair moved their body seductively to the music while the latter used the other as a stripper pole, gliding up and down the other body. The dancers cherished each other’s bodies, which were soon glistening with sweat, as the entire club cheered on. The girls in the front waved dollar bills towards the dancers, trying to get one of the scantily clad women to lean down towards the crowd.
Stumbling, Spencer pushed her way to the front of the crowd. She waved the twenty dollar bill in her hand in front of Fishnets. The dancer, recognizing Spencer, dropped to her knees and continued to dance like raw sex, if raw sex could be performed by one person. As the girl leaned down closer to Spencer, she whispered into her ear. “Hey baby. I haven’t seen you in a long time.” As Spencer reached down to slip the twenty into the girl’s bra, Fishnets turned her head to capture Spencer’s lips. The dancer’s tongue ran along Spencer’s bottom lip as it begged for entrance into Spencer’s mouth. Spencer hungrily parted her mouth to allow access, and their tongues entwined. After what seemed like an eternity later, the dancer finally broke apart from Spencer when Camo slightly nudged her, letting her know that they were up on the bar for a reason. As Spencer realized her right hand with the $20 was on the girl’s left breast, Fishnets covered Spencer’s hand with her own and pressed the bill into her bra, allowing Spencer’s fingers to slightly graze her bare breast within the lace. She then pushed herself off her knees to stand up and gave Spencer a wink as she continued to move with the other girls.
Moments later, as the song came to an end, pitchers of water appeared on the bar and each dancer grabbed one. As if out of Coyote Ugly, the dancers poured the water down their chests, soaking their bodies, their clothes hung tighter - if that was even possible - and they continued to flaunt their toned, strikingly good-looking bodies. Spencer looked up hungrily from her front row position.
Throughout the song, Fishnet’s eyes never left the blonde, nor did Spencer’s eyes leave her. Unbeknownst to Spencer, two other women’s eyes were also intently watching the blonde’s every move.
10:38PM Friday, May 9, 2008
“Are you sure about this Ash? I mean, couldn’t we get into a lot of trouble?” Spencer glanced over at her girlfriend as they neared the entrance to the club.
Ashley grabbed Spencer’s left hand and laced her fingers through Spencer’s. “It’s fine. I just want you to relax and have fun tonight, okay? We’re going to have an amazing night. Just don’t worry so much,” Ashley said. She looked at her girlfriend and kissed her tenderly on the lips. “You are so beautiful.”
Spencer blushed. “Okay, I’m gonna trust you, but if this backfires, you know my mom will never let me see you again, right?” Spencer smiled at Ashley.
“Oh, please! Your mom and I are like this now,” Ashley retorted as she held up her left hand, two fingers crossed tightly together. They walked up to the bouncer and Ashley held up both of their driver’s licenses. The bouncer took a look at them, handed them back, and nodded them through.
The girls passed through the gates and, as Ashley handed over $10 to the women at the table who, in turn, stamped the girls’ wrists, Spencer glanced around the outside patio of the club. Here was the hippest lesbian dance club in WeHo on Thursday and Friday nights, and Ashley had found two fake IDs, just in time for Spencer’s 18th birthday. As Spencer looked around, she saw that every possible stereotype of a lesbian could be found at this club…and even those who exceeded stereotypes.
“What would you like to drink?” Ashley yelled in Spencer’s ear so she could be heard.
Spencer shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t know. Just…whatever you think I’ll like.”
Ashley smiled, leaned over and softly kissed Spencer on the cheek. “Happy Birthday, Spence.” With that, Ashley left her girlfriend who appeared to be mesmerized by their surroundings and sauntered over towards the bar. Only one look at the bartenders was needed to convince Ashley that this was the perfect place to take Spencer. The bartender closest to Ashley had on a black lacy bra, cutoff jean shorts, and black fishnet stockings. Her brown curls fell softly down passed her shoulders. She couldn’t wait for Spencer to see the show. While Ashley hadn’t seen it herself, she had heard many great things…and if this bartender was any indication… Ashley smiled.
Ashley leaned farther over the bar, letting some cleavage to be revealed. “Two vodka sodas, please,” she yelled to the bartender. Thirty seconds later, the brunette came back over with the drinks. Ashley leaned across the bar once more. “Hey, so my friend’s birthday is this weekend. I hear you all do a little special thing for birthdays?”
“No problem,” the bartender said and smiled back. “What’s your friend’s name?”
“Spencer.”
12:13AM Saturday, September 13, 2013
Spencer moved to the music and licked her lips, tasting the bartender’s lip gloss on her own lips. She could feel the heat of the club pressing down upon her. The beat of the music ran through her veins. Her head swam in the alcohol she had consumed. She ran a hand through her blonde hair, damp with sweat, as she felt two hands grab her hips and a body pressed up against her back. Whoever it was, she didn’t care - the breasts against her back felt amazing. Their hips moved in unison, matching the rhythm of the song.
11:03PM Friday, May 9, 2008
“Let’s get the birthday girl up on the bar!!! Spencer, get on up here!” the announcer yelled out to the crowd.
Ashley softly pushed Spencer towards the bar. “It’s okay, you’ll enjoy it,” Ashley said in her girlfriend’s ear. Spencer blushed…the bartenders had just climbed up on the bar themselves and Spencer had no idea what was about to happen. She walked towards the bar anyways, and one of the male bartenders helped her up. The six dancers stood next to a chair that had been brought on top of the bar seconds before. The blonde in a camouflage bra took Spencer’s hand and led her over to the chair. Spencer sat down and scanned the crowd for her girlfriend’s friendly face. When Spencer’s eyes found Ashley’s, Ashley smiled back mischievously.
The beat started over the club’s speakers and a few moments later Trent Reznor’s voice blared loudly.
You let me violate you
You let me desecrate you
You let me penetrate you
You let me complicate you
The bartender who Ashley had first approached for drinks strode over to Spencer and straddled her, with her left leg between Spencer’s legs. She pressed her body hard against the seated Spencer, slowly dancing seductively up Spencer’s body. The girl leaned in, lips less than an inch from Spencer’s ear and whispered “Happy Birthday” to Spencer. Spencer shivered as the girl’s breath caused her body to react in the most private of places. How such a simple thing as a whisper like that could turn Spencer on mystified her…or was it the voice, not the whisper? “She your girlfriend?” The brunette whispered again.
Spencer’s eyes left Ashley and she slightly turned her head towards the bartender’s face. The girl’s lips grazed her neck. FUCK. Spencer thought…in a very good way. She slowly nodded her head yes.
“Damn,” she whispered back. “If you ever break up, I’ll be here.” With that, the brunette in the fishnets slowly slid down Spencer, body again pressing hard against the blonde, and ended by shaking her head between Spencer’s legs. The lesbians throughout the club cheered with the brunette’s head shake and Spencer could feel her entire body turn beet-red. Spencer was in a complete daze as the other five dancers took their turns giving her lap dances, her eyes glazed over for the rest of the song. The music changed and a bodyguard in front of the bar reached out for Spencer’s hand. It wasn’t until Fishnets came closer to Spencer and put a hand on her shoulder that she realized her gift was over. She accepted the hand and hopped down from the bar.
Ashley pushed through the crowd towards Spencer. “Hey! So, what do you think?”
Spencer looked at Ashley and then back towards the bar where the girls were starting a fast dance routine to Justin Timberlake’s Sexyback. Damn, those girls can dance. A smile spread across her face and Spencer turned back to Ashley, “Great birthday present, Ash. Never thought I would like a lap dance…but just goes to show…” She leaned in and softly kissed Ashley on the lips as the girls around them yelled and screamed for the girls on the bar. Ashley closed her eyes, closing out the entire club around them, ran her fingers underneath Spencer’s blonde hair, and then grabbed her by the back of the head, pulling her in for a more passionate and forceful kiss. Spencer, considerably turned on from the lap dances, reciprocated wholeheartedly. Fishnets’ eyes lingered on the couple a few times during the song.
As the song ended, Ashley pulled back hesitantly. “Seeing you up there, receiving those lap dances, and obviously enjoying them…Spence, seeing that turned me on.”
Spencer smiled, her mind replaying Fishnets’ whispers, and then led Ashley towards the dance floor. “I know you have better moves than those girls. Let’s see them…”
12:21AM Saturday, September 13, 2013
Two songs had come and gone as the stranger and Spencer continued to move around each other as intimate lovers moved during foreplay. Finally, Spencer turned towards the stranger, and their dancing - which could now only loosely describe their motions - started to resemble the actions seen in the back rooms of strip clubs. In addition, facing her allowed the thoroughly drunken Spencer to appreciate the looks of her partner. Slightly shorter than Spencer, the girl had a chic black newsboy-style cap pulled so low that Spencer couldn’t see her dance partner’s eyes. She could tell the girl was a brunette, only because a few wisps had fallen loose from underneath the cap. The stranger brought Spencer’s arms up over her head and ran her fingernails down her arms, past her shoulders and down the sides of her body, making Spencer’s nipples poke out from underneath her shirt. Hands stayed on Spencer’s hips as they grinded into each other. Spencer’s eyes strayed further down her dance partner and came across a black camisole top covering small but supple breats, dark Diesel jeans, and, from the looks of it, expensive-looking heels on her feet, though she couldn’t tell for sure, as she had to look up again as she started to feel dizzy from the alcohol.
Moments later, Never Enough blared through the club speakers and the corresponding music video was projected onto the brick walls surrounding the dance floor. Spencer sighed and the stranger became slightly stiff. Spencer leaned over and whispered in her ear “I’m thirsty. Want a drink?”
Before the stranger had a chance to reply, two girls a few feet away from the previously erotically dancing couple shrieked. “It’s Ashley Davies!” they cried.
Spencer sighed again. FUCK. She glanced around the room quickly, trying to seek out her old lover so that she could move in the opposite direction. As the stranger grabbed Spencer’s wrist, Spencer saw the girls’ pointing, and, for the first time since they had started dancing, the stranger allowed her eyes to gaze directly into Spencer’s. Ashley’s eyes came into Spencer’s focus and, immediately, she found herself sober. She shook off Ashley’s grip and ran towards the club’s courtyard, towards the exit, towards life without Ashley appearing everywhere she went. Ashley attempted to follow, but, not even two steps passed the edge of the dance floor, the crowd swarmed in on her. A fake smile appeared across her face as her fans shrieked, pulled out their cell phones, and asked for pictures.
Chapter 2: Banana Pancakes
Chapter 3: Against the Cold Tile
Chapter 4: Ashley’s Question
Chapter 5: Babeland Presents
Chapter 6: Hardened Eyes
12:00AM Saturday, September 13, 2013
Sirens wailed as the announcer shouted for everyone’s drinks to be cleared from the bar. A few seconds later, Def Leppard’s Pour Some Sugar on Me came blaring over the speakers in the club. One by one, the six women bartenders hoisted themselves up and made their way over to the middle of the U-shaped bar. First to come into view was a 5’7” blonde, hair flowing freely, wearing a brown bikini top - to show off washboard abs that were simply beautiful - and khaki camouflage pants that were bunched halfway up her sculpted calves. Second, as the girls in the club could barely contain themselves, the 5’4” brunette who wore a piece of beige cloth that barely contained her breasts in a black lacy bra, some kind of black leather that appeared to be underwear, or shorts, that barely covered her ass…and, not to forget, the black fishnets…those damn, black fishnets appeared. Without missing a beat, the 5’3” Latina - in a button-down blue and orange jersey that was unbuttoned and tied together just barely beneath her breasts and short, tight, orange 70’s gym shorts - climbed on top of the bar. The fourth bartender/dancer, another 5’4” brunette, hoisted herself onto the bar and was dressed not to be outdone by the others wearing a tiny flannel top that was unbuttoned and tied together underneath her breasts and short cutoff jean shorts. A 5’5” black girl appeared next, wearing a white and navy pinstriped shirt lifted, tucked, and tied together just below her breasts, short, tight, white shorts - that would certainly be interesting at the end of the performance - and knee-high socks a male gym teacher in the 70’s would wear. Last, but certainly not least, a 5’5” dirty blonde, hair tied back in pigtails with a few pertinent strands framing her face, wearing a black corset that came together in a point just above her belly button and black leather pants, ascended onto the bar. All six girls were thin - though none were Mary Kate and Ashley thin - and a few of them, especially the 5’4” brunette in the fishnets and the 5’5” black girl, had all the right curves. Seconds later, the girls partnered up, Camo with Fishnets, Jersey with Flannel, Pinstripe with Corset and the former in each pair moved their body seductively to the music while the latter used the other as a stripper pole, gliding up and down the other body. The dancers cherished each other’s bodies, which were soon glistening with sweat, as the entire club cheered on. The girls in the front waved dollar bills towards the dancers, trying to get one of the scantily clad women to lean down towards the crowd.
Stumbling, Spencer pushed her way to the front of the crowd. She waved the twenty dollar bill in her hand in front of Fishnets. The dancer, recognizing Spencer, dropped to her knees and continued to dance like raw sex, if raw sex could be performed by one person. As the girl leaned down closer to Spencer, she whispered into her ear. “Hey baby. I haven’t seen you in a long time.” As Spencer reached down to slip the twenty into the girl’s bra, Fishnets turned her head to capture Spencer’s lips. The dancer’s tongue ran along Spencer’s bottom lip as it begged for entrance into Spencer’s mouth. Spencer hungrily parted her mouth to allow access, and their tongues entwined. After what seemed like an eternity later, the dancer finally broke apart from Spencer when Camo slightly nudged her, letting her know that they were up on the bar for a reason. As Spencer realized her right hand with the $20 was on the girl’s left breast, Fishnets covered Spencer’s hand with her own and pressed the bill into her bra, allowing Spencer’s fingers to slightly graze her bare breast within the lace. She then pushed herself off her knees to stand up and gave Spencer a wink as she continued to move with the other girls.
Moments later, as the song came to an end, pitchers of water appeared on the bar and each dancer grabbed one. As if out of Coyote Ugly, the dancers poured the water down their chests, soaking their bodies, their clothes hung tighter - if that was even possible - and they continued to flaunt their toned, strikingly good-looking bodies. Spencer looked up hungrily from her front row position.
Throughout the song, Fishnet’s eyes never left the blonde, nor did Spencer’s eyes leave her. Unbeknownst to Spencer, two other women’s eyes were also intently watching the blonde’s every move.
10:38PM Friday, May 9, 2008
“Are you sure about this Ash? I mean, couldn’t we get into a lot of trouble?” Spencer glanced over at her girlfriend as they neared the entrance to the club.
Ashley grabbed Spencer’s left hand and laced her fingers through Spencer’s. “It’s fine. I just want you to relax and have fun tonight, okay? We’re going to have an amazing night. Just don’t worry so much,” Ashley said. She looked at her girlfriend and kissed her tenderly on the lips. “You are so beautiful.”
Spencer blushed. “Okay, I’m gonna trust you, but if this backfires, you know my mom will never let me see you again, right?” Spencer smiled at Ashley.
“Oh, please! Your mom and I are like this now,” Ashley retorted as she held up her left hand, two fingers crossed tightly together. They walked up to the bouncer and Ashley held up both of their driver’s licenses. The bouncer took a look at them, handed them back, and nodded them through.
The girls passed through the gates and, as Ashley handed over $10 to the women at the table who, in turn, stamped the girls’ wrists, Spencer glanced around the outside patio of the club. Here was the hippest lesbian dance club in WeHo on Thursday and Friday nights, and Ashley had found two fake IDs, just in time for Spencer’s 18th birthday. As Spencer looked around, she saw that every possible stereotype of a lesbian could be found at this club…and even those who exceeded stereotypes.
“What would you like to drink?” Ashley yelled in Spencer’s ear so she could be heard.
Spencer shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t know. Just…whatever you think I’ll like.”
Ashley smiled, leaned over and softly kissed Spencer on the cheek. “Happy Birthday, Spence.” With that, Ashley left her girlfriend who appeared to be mesmerized by their surroundings and sauntered over towards the bar. Only one look at the bartenders was needed to convince Ashley that this was the perfect place to take Spencer. The bartender closest to Ashley had on a black lacy bra, cutoff jean shorts, and black fishnet stockings. Her brown curls fell softly down passed her shoulders. She couldn’t wait for Spencer to see the show. While Ashley hadn’t seen it herself, she had heard many great things…and if this bartender was any indication… Ashley smiled.
Ashley leaned farther over the bar, letting some cleavage to be revealed. “Two vodka sodas, please,” she yelled to the bartender. Thirty seconds later, the brunette came back over with the drinks. Ashley leaned across the bar once more. “Hey, so my friend’s birthday is this weekend. I hear you all do a little special thing for birthdays?”
“No problem,” the bartender said and smiled back. “What’s your friend’s name?”
“Spencer.”
12:13AM Saturday, September 13, 2013
Spencer moved to the music and licked her lips, tasting the bartender’s lip gloss on her own lips. She could feel the heat of the club pressing down upon her. The beat of the music ran through her veins. Her head swam in the alcohol she had consumed. She ran a hand through her blonde hair, damp with sweat, as she felt two hands grab her hips and a body pressed up against her back. Whoever it was, she didn’t care - the breasts against her back felt amazing. Their hips moved in unison, matching the rhythm of the song.
11:03PM Friday, May 9, 2008
“Let’s get the birthday girl up on the bar!!! Spencer, get on up here!” the announcer yelled out to the crowd.
Ashley softly pushed Spencer towards the bar. “It’s okay, you’ll enjoy it,” Ashley said in her girlfriend’s ear. Spencer blushed…the bartenders had just climbed up on the bar themselves and Spencer had no idea what was about to happen. She walked towards the bar anyways, and one of the male bartenders helped her up. The six dancers stood next to a chair that had been brought on top of the bar seconds before. The blonde in a camouflage bra took Spencer’s hand and led her over to the chair. Spencer sat down and scanned the crowd for her girlfriend’s friendly face. When Spencer’s eyes found Ashley’s, Ashley smiled back mischievously.
The beat started over the club’s speakers and a few moments later Trent Reznor’s voice blared loudly.
You let me violate you
You let me desecrate you
You let me penetrate you
You let me complicate you
The bartender who Ashley had first approached for drinks strode over to Spencer and straddled her, with her left leg between Spencer’s legs. She pressed her body hard against the seated Spencer, slowly dancing seductively up Spencer’s body. The girl leaned in, lips less than an inch from Spencer’s ear and whispered “Happy Birthday” to Spencer. Spencer shivered as the girl’s breath caused her body to react in the most private of places. How such a simple thing as a whisper like that could turn Spencer on mystified her…or was it the voice, not the whisper? “She your girlfriend?” The brunette whispered again.
Spencer’s eyes left Ashley and she slightly turned her head towards the bartender’s face. The girl’s lips grazed her neck. FUCK. Spencer thought…in a very good way. She slowly nodded her head yes.
“Damn,” she whispered back. “If you ever break up, I’ll be here.” With that, the brunette in the fishnets slowly slid down Spencer, body again pressing hard against the blonde, and ended by shaking her head between Spencer’s legs. The lesbians throughout the club cheered with the brunette’s head shake and Spencer could feel her entire body turn beet-red. Spencer was in a complete daze as the other five dancers took their turns giving her lap dances, her eyes glazed over for the rest of the song. The music changed and a bodyguard in front of the bar reached out for Spencer’s hand. It wasn’t until Fishnets came closer to Spencer and put a hand on her shoulder that she realized her gift was over. She accepted the hand and hopped down from the bar.
Ashley pushed through the crowd towards Spencer. “Hey! So, what do you think?”
Spencer looked at Ashley and then back towards the bar where the girls were starting a fast dance routine to Justin Timberlake’s Sexyback. Damn, those girls can dance. A smile spread across her face and Spencer turned back to Ashley, “Great birthday present, Ash. Never thought I would like a lap dance…but just goes to show…” She leaned in and softly kissed Ashley on the lips as the girls around them yelled and screamed for the girls on the bar. Ashley closed her eyes, closing out the entire club around them, ran her fingers underneath Spencer’s blonde hair, and then grabbed her by the back of the head, pulling her in for a more passionate and forceful kiss. Spencer, considerably turned on from the lap dances, reciprocated wholeheartedly. Fishnets’ eyes lingered on the couple a few times during the song.
As the song ended, Ashley pulled back hesitantly. “Seeing you up there, receiving those lap dances, and obviously enjoying them…Spence, seeing that turned me on.”
Spencer smiled, her mind replaying Fishnets’ whispers, and then led Ashley towards the dance floor. “I know you have better moves than those girls. Let’s see them…”
12:21AM Saturday, September 13, 2013
Two songs had come and gone as the stranger and Spencer continued to move around each other as intimate lovers moved during foreplay. Finally, Spencer turned towards the stranger, and their dancing - which could now only loosely describe their motions - started to resemble the actions seen in the back rooms of strip clubs. In addition, facing her allowed the thoroughly drunken Spencer to appreciate the looks of her partner. Slightly shorter than Spencer, the girl had a chic black newsboy-style cap pulled so low that Spencer couldn’t see her dance partner’s eyes. She could tell the girl was a brunette, only because a few wisps had fallen loose from underneath the cap. The stranger brought Spencer’s arms up over her head and ran her fingernails down her arms, past her shoulders and down the sides of her body, making Spencer’s nipples poke out from underneath her shirt. Hands stayed on Spencer’s hips as they grinded into each other. Spencer’s eyes strayed further down her dance partner and came across a black camisole top covering small but supple breats, dark Diesel jeans, and, from the looks of it, expensive-looking heels on her feet, though she couldn’t tell for sure, as she had to look up again as she started to feel dizzy from the alcohol.
Moments later, Never Enough blared through the club speakers and the corresponding music video was projected onto the brick walls surrounding the dance floor. Spencer sighed and the stranger became slightly stiff. Spencer leaned over and whispered in her ear “I’m thirsty. Want a drink?”
Before the stranger had a chance to reply, two girls a few feet away from the previously erotically dancing couple shrieked. “It’s Ashley Davies!” they cried.
Spencer sighed again. FUCK. She glanced around the room quickly, trying to seek out her old lover so that she could move in the opposite direction. As the stranger grabbed Spencer’s wrist, Spencer saw the girls’ pointing, and, for the first time since they had started dancing, the stranger allowed her eyes to gaze directly into Spencer’s. Ashley’s eyes came into Spencer’s focus and, immediately, she found herself sober. She shook off Ashley’s grip and ran towards the club’s courtyard, towards the exit, towards life without Ashley appearing everywhere she went. Ashley attempted to follow, but, not even two steps passed the edge of the dance floor, the crowd swarmed in on her. A fake smile appeared across her face as her fans shrieked, pulled out their cell phones, and asked for pictures.