Going there is like walking into a sexual matrix of the baddest bitches you have ever seen within your reach. In all shades of melanin, naturally curly hair to fake purple afros, these erotic queens bounce their delicious bubble butts in your face while you drool, sniff, and tip. It is Sensory Overload with: unicorn lights, brown liquor, gorgeous women flipping and twirling on a vertical pole with 6-inch heels like a Cirque de Soliel performer; it IS AMAZING! If you do not see a woman in there that makes you want to go BACK to the ATM then you need your dick checked.
Friday nights on the Block is always a show. Walking from the parking garage to the club is entertainment within itself. The Block VIPS hover in their freshly detailed foreign cars circling around the corner a few times before settling in the lot across the street. You can spot the broke dancers from the day shift leaving the club with an attitude, fussing at every man in her way and the motley crew of sheisty individuals on the corner scheming or hustling as you walk past the Adult Store where I purchased my first XXX VHS tape, "Chicks with Dicks" WHAT?!? I was curious.
We skip our happy asses to the door and the bouncer says $50 for you and both the ladies, which offended me but Nick gave the Jabba the Hutt look alike bouncer $100 without blinking. The music and ambiance in Norma Jeans exude illicit scenes of sex, drugs, and rap music. I scanned the room for a place for us to sit or just stand in view of one of the stages. It was only 8 pm on a Friday night and most of the seating was already reserved. We found a small table not too far from the main stage and posted up there.
Just as we were served our drinks this long legged merlot flavored goddess floated by. Kia looked at me with the smile of a very spoiled little girl that just spotted the doll she wanted. The DJ introduced her as Patra, her black and gold sheer gown flowed behind her as if her moves were too advanced for the silk fabric to keep up. Her velvety skin wrapped around the brass pole making it one with her body, extending, caressing, teasing and making us ALL want her. Kia sat with her chin in her hands amused by her own dirty little thoughts. Nick was being entertained by a petite brown sugar honey that looked like she traded ass for titties. She had one of those fluffy asses that made happy faces when she rolled both of her thighs together while standing. But Nick never took his eyes off Patra once she stepped on the stage. She moved like a ribbon in the wind, changing directions without notice, seamlessly graceful yet fluid as if she could form into anything; even our lover.
Nick handed me a stack of one dollar bills for tipping, I interrupted Kia from her catatonic wet dream and brought her to the stage.Kia wasted no time getting acquainted with the scent of Patra's pussy. Smelling like a garden of sweet jasmine growing wildly in some erotic city. Patra stood in front of Kia's face curling her dark red mouth bewitchingly; Patra pulled back the lips of her pussy revealing the pinkest parts of everything Kia wanted. Before I could blink, Kia's tongue extended towards Patra's shiny pearl and slurped it like an oyster. I stopped her before one of the bouncers noticed and tried to act as if he gave a fuck.
But then the beats per minute dropped and just like magic, every girl on stage slowed into a slow hypnotic grind. The bass was deep and sexy, mysterious like the woman that requested the song. She was built like a bronze statue dipped in penny colored sequins; she appeared center stage like an angel. Her face as sweet as caramel melting on your lips, her eyes the color of deep water that would drown you for staring too long.Her body glowed with sinful invitations I was too willing to accept. Her hips mesmerized me as she swayed them side to side as if they were only speaking to me. I could smell her dissonance from where I stood, but it stood as no cause for concern as my alcohol content was high and inhibitions low so I could think of nothing I had to lose.
I could see nothing but her until I noticed I did not have her attention. I never did. Her stone face broke a smile when he tipped her; the tall man that sort of looked like Tommy from Martin was feeding her garter belt $5 bills like an ATM. She barely moved her perfect body as he grabbed at her buttery cheeks. She bent over slightly and kissed him on the forehead. I had never before in my life been so jealous of a man. He had the girl and both hands full of ass and money while she gave him sexy kitten kisses on the forehead. Norma Jeans is all about the C.R.E.A.M.
Meanwhile back at the table, Nick and Kia had the private entertainment of a white toast colored girl with mermaid hair. Her teal eyelashes were made of real feathers, her body would put any mermaid to shame and she called herself Lucy. Nick and Kia sat side by side as Lucy climbed on top of Kia to straddle her. She pinched Kia's nipples as she gyrated her hips to the music; Kia cupped both jelly filled rolls as if it would be her one and only chance. Nick added money to the garter and whispered in Lucy's ear while she straddled Kia. Nick was always plotting and dealing, either trying to make money or get pussy. His fantasy was to have a harem of beautiful women for his pleasure. He had an overactive sex drive and may even have been a sex addict. I am not a doctor but no man should be able to rapidly pound two women for over 6 hours and STILL want more without his dick starting to look and feel like a limp pickle.
After her dance Lucy stayed and chatted for a minute before exchanging contact info with Kia. She seemed like a nice girl, almost too nice and self-aware to be a pole dancer. She invited us to a party at a private club in Baltimore the following weekend. We were all very excited to go but doubtful it would really happen.
To Be Continued...
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