Porn Star Orgy at Center Stage, Part 3: Rolling, and the Bustier Comes Off!

…so, Porn Star Feature Dancer night at the strip club continued. I had seen two of Ms. Kim Chambers’ exciting stage shows. I had played “Booby Ball”, tossing wadded up dollar bills at a shot glass held between Kim’s breasts onstage. And I had purchased autographed souveniers from Kim at her booth – a DVD and a Polaroid of her naked on my lap.

Plus, I witnessed a bachelor party girl-on-girl show onstage and tipped some dancers on the satellite stage. No private dances, but that’s okay on Feature Dance nights. I’m there to watch the show.

I also saw a fight break out in a group of young turks fueled up by their BYOB stash right after Pammy was stripped. It was in the area where she was dressing, and it momentarily scared her – so she grabbed her clothes and moved back. The bouncers rushed in to break it up, stranding the parade of house dancers ready to come down for a special.

That’s a lot for one night. But I wasn’t ready to leave yet. And Kim’s next show wouldn’t start for a while.

It was moving past 3am now, and with other clubs in town closed the crowd began to swell up towards 250. There are some tables, and some chairs, and some couches in the room. But mainly it looks like a lot of people hovering over coolers.

I passed the time by moving around and observing the crowd. Not neglecting the house dancers on stage, of course.

The trio of college girls were surrounded now, getting hit on by some of the brave few. They weren’t responding. In fact, they had been emptying their coolers for a while and looked sleepy.

Buddy Girl was still hanging out in the couches above the stage with her friends, some of whom were getting more and more rowdy and aggressive.

The Attractive Couple was moving around the club, sampling the wares of various dancers on the satellites stages, him tipping and her encouraging him. I spoke up as we passed.

Me: “So, did you end up getting the Polaroid?”

Couple-Guy: “No, I passed.”

Couple-Girl, of the black bustier: “Well, let’s see yours.”

Me: “It was fun. I’m glad I did it.”

Couple-Girl: “Fun is back there”, pointing to the private dance booths and smiling big.

Me: “So, have you been back there.”

CG: “Once. It was really fun. But you should ask him.” I’m guessing couple-guy has been there more than once.

And there were new players joining the cast. Mostly female. There were girls flooding the club at this late hour. Many very pretty. And a few worth noting.

There were two Dawson Creek girls. Dressed preppy, lace shawl and all. A Katie Holmes clone and her pale blonde twin. They moved around with a shocked-by-naughtiness O forming on their mouths for a while, watching from a few feet away as a fully nude spectacular dancer slid down a pole upside down. Priceless. They’re not that innocent now.

And the two party girls, who passed by me on their way to the Ladies Room, one dragging the other by her hand. They came out together later, conspicuously mussed, with the Paulina Porizkova clone’ jeans still unbuttoned. Hmmmm. Hot or sloppy? I couldn’t tell. But they were in their own world. Both hands raised and dancing to their own internal soundtrack. Oblivious to their surroundings. Rolling, I’m guessing – if that’s the right term. Ecstasy? Probably.

Still waiting for Kim.

Two more bachelor parties. Two more increasingly lurid girl-on-girl shows for the groom’s erectional benefit. Ritualized kitty-licking by beautiful and very flexible! girls, inches from me.

And the stadium jam music told me she was coming.

Ecstasy Girl pushed her way up to the side of the stage with her girlfriend, still dancing to her own music, and spun girlfriend around to grind on her. Interesting.

Out came Kim for her next show in a hot sequined chaps outfit. Very professional. Very sexy. Very entertaining. The large crowd swelled up against the stage, and it was time for a show.

It was the ladies turn again, and Kim surveyed the crowd and chose. Buddy Girl had made her way stage side, and was chosen – pulled on stage, but not alone. Couple Girl was pulled up as well!

Kim laid them out side by side on the stage and had her way with them for our enjoyment. One at a time. Stalking them. Fondling them. Down came Buddy Girl’s jeans, panties displayed and fondled. Up came Couple-Girl’s bustier and out came her delectable tits. Kim got two hands full to massage and fondle, and as Couple-Guy stood stageside smiling, the crowd roared their approval. They seemed to enjoy it. I know I did.

Booby Ball was next, but the newly arriving crowd was too drunk to get it. Kim moved around the stage trying to give away some merchandise, but they just weren’t figuring out the wadded dollar bill toss into the shot glass. I already had my merchandise, but I tried to help her out. I got Kim’s attention and she stopped in front of me. To educate my drunken stageside peers, in an exaggerated fashion, I rolled up a bill and tossed it at the shot glass she held strategically. Ohhhh, now they get it. And the game was on. You’re welcome.

Unexpectedly, instead of ending her show there as before, Kim gave us one more voyeuristic gift. She had noticed Ecstasy Girl gesturing wildly at the side of the stage and she pulled her onstage. Kim attempted the fondle show, but EG wasn’t playing along. She was rolling. Dancing dreamily around the stage, like a toked up hippie girl at a Grateful Dead concert, just out of Kim’s reach. Spinning around the pole. Moving just as Kim caught her. She paused just long enough to strip completely naked, and then resumed her dance. Rolling. Kim caught her at the pole and moved in behind her, catching a fistful of hair and humping into her. But EG was gone again. Rolling. Finally, Kim just sat down on the stage and watched EG dancing around in her own little world. “She’s hot”, Kim said to the crowd. And she was. Hot. And rolling.

Finally, Kim was done and I was too. I wanted to wind down as the night headed somewhere toward 5 am.

I checked out the crowd as I exited the room. I swear there were men sitting on high chairs in the middle of the room completely passed out drunk. One guy crashed his whole cooler on the ground as I passed by. Must be hell to clean up that place every night.

I made it back to my hotel and noticed, unbelievably, that it would soon be breakfast time in the lobby! Reeking of strip club, I went down and had a nice meal of eggs and biscuits and gravy with the geriatric early riser set. Delicious. Then I went back to my room and crashed.

To pick up the next day where I had left off...