Sindy and her best friends Mindy and Lindy ( can you see what I’ve done there?) were so excited to be out on an extra special ‘Ladies Night’ at the Club, they giggled and chattered while waiting in the queue.
After a short but thorough frisk by the doorman Randy ( Randy by name, randy by nature, although he preferred frisking the chaps) To make sure they had no cameras or tape recorders hidden in their clutch bags or on their person.
This was an exclusive show by two world renown top notch acts and heavily guarded.
As the girls had been waiting for so long they managed to get the best table in the house, right near the stage, their excitement was bubbling like hot lava as the show finally began.
On to the stage pranced Siegfried and Roy – the dashingly handsome pair of international magicians and Entertainers.
The room exploded in whoops of ecstatic female cat calls as the roomed filled with heavy fragrance of their slightly over powering aftershave wafting from the talented duo.
The lights dimmed as they magically made a purple Panther appear on the podium.
Amid hushed gasps….and drum rolls, This fabulous rare creature stood still while our dashing duo posed for maximum effect, milking the limelight in sparking tuxedos and manly beauty.
Blonde and ruggedly handsome Siegfried, patted the purple beast until it seemed quiet and docile, he must have a magic touch to tame such a ferocious creature.
Equally perfect in his masculinity, dark haired Roy strutted around the stage with his extravagantly debonair swagger and showmans flounce. The ladies were swooning in the front row ( but it may have been his rather strong cologne) or even the slightly pungent smell of big cat’s wee
“Ladies, I have the pleasure of bringing you this bottle of the finest Chateau Grande, with complements from an admirer.” Randy the bouncer presented the girls with wine and glasses.
“Oh how kind.” exclaimed Sindy.
“Got anything fizzy?” asked Lindy.
“I prefer lager.” replied Mindy, unimpressed.
Before they had time to ask any questions, the grand finale of the Siegfried and Roy’s hugely extravagant stage show had reached its gripping climax.
No one could say it wasn’t spectacular – it was – so much in fact, it could almost be classed as unbelievable!
Hurrah – Bravo – Super – Amazing!
Magic or illusion?
No one could tell, either way their panther pageant was most entertaining.
“I can’t hold it any longer, got to go and pee.” Mindy announced before the show had finished, maybe it was the 3 pints of lager she’d necked earlier – most probably.
As the big purple panther was led backstage (after spraying the curtains) Siegfried and Roy, the exulted International Masters of Magic milked the glowing audiences of their final drops of applause for a couple more (stinky) curtain calls.
As Randy sauntered past, Sindy grabbed his arm,
“Tell me, who sent the wine?” She asked quietly.
“Darius, he owns this Club,” Randy nodded in that direction…then whispered, “He’s loaded.”
Sindy and Lindy glanced over to see a tall and dashing dark skinned gentleman dressed in strange garb.
Mindy returned, bursting to tell some juicy gossip,
“You’ll never guess who is shouting her mouth off in the loos?”
Uh-ho..here we go again, dolly tittle tattle – an evening out is not complete without some sort of drama.
“….Barbie… and she drunk…. as usual.”
“As long as she stays away from us, I don’t care.”
Sindy and Barbie were age old adversaries, ever since their Primary school days, it was something to do with a childish taunt about the size of her head. Sindy was much more mature now to let personal insults get to her.
Just then an up-and-coming heart throb singer, Aladdin Sanity, with his sexy love songs and slinky hips, took over the spotlight.
The venues ambiance suddenly became carnal and wanton to the ever increasing crescendo of the earthy bass beats of his latest hits – who could resist his youthful charms and ever so revealing outfit.
As Randy delivered an iced Champagne bucket complete with a Jeroboam of the best, suave playboy Darius sauntered over to introduce himself.
“I am your host Darius, please be my guests and accept this….” he gestured to the Champagne.
“It is not often I have been in the presence of such divine beauty as yourself, my dear.”
Sindy was taken aback, no one had ever said such things to her before, not even Barry her dear boyfriend.
Mindy barged between them, clocking the free booze on the table,
“Aw what, no lager? I can’t stand that fizzy wine.” she exclaimed in a loud and disappointed tone ( and maybe a little argumentative)
“I will have some sent over immediately, ” he nodded to Randy who hovered close by.
“Ahh thanks, you’re not trying to take advantage of us are you….giggle giggle.” as she elbowed him in an overtly jesting way, but maybe a little too hard as he winced visibly.
Sindy was suddenly aware of Barbie waving and gesturing, even though the music was very loud.
Darius was being ultra smooth and complementing all the ladies at the table, including shy Lindy.
“Silly bint” muttered Sindy under her breath, as she tried to ignore Barbie’s rather grating cackling shrieks.
“I must attend to my other guests, enjoy the Champagne, I will be back later my dear.” Darius was an old hand at this, in fact it was his main hobby, collecting lovely lady companions was his special talent.
Peter Stringfellow was once a waiter at this club and learned his trade from the Master, Darius.
Suddenly on the opposite stage the main show lit up the room.
Introducing the CHIPPENDALES…yeahhhhh!
The whole club roared in appreciation as the spotlights revealed this world famous band of absolute raw manliness .
As their well known theme tune played loudly the hunky group took turns to pose, showing off their honed muscles, glistening charms and pert Gluteus maximus ( bum cheeks to you and me)
The audience heaved closer, cheering at each movement – in a Bacchanalian frenzy the women became possessed.
Over come by heavy pheromones, the atmosphere was electric and pulsating with gyration after lewd gyration
*Author Sits down quickly in a flush*
Before anyone could stop her Barbie was over come with sheer passion as she drunkenly tried to crawl onto the stage on her hands and knees, grasping at the manly ankles in a frenzied possessed way.
A split second later Randy deftly whisked her away from the performers to loud provocations and some profundities.
Sindy and Lindy shared knowing looks, of course it would HAVE to be Barbie making an exhibition of herself!
Tonight there was a Hen Party in the club and the soon-to-be Bride was more than quite squiffy and hell bent on showing off.
Randy had his hands full this evening.
Fabio – the long haired heart throb of the troupe, his skimpy costume revealing slightly more than was intended, departed the stage for the ‘hands- on’ part of this special show.
This was exactly what the adoring ladies wanted, he was a very brave man indeed.
As they lined up to enjoy his individual attention, his roving eye clocked the bright orange jumpsuit of Lindy.
As he slowly worked his way down the line of adoring fans, his eyes stayed fixed on his prey.
Just as she readied herself for his ‘Special attention’ Sindy was man handled into an awaiting chair. Poor Lindy was more that a little narked she wasn’t picked, it certainly seemed like blondes have more fun.
Sindy was in her element, false modesty by drunken ladies was the exact thing this show was designed to break down.
Drop your inhibitions at the door and dive into the world of sensual delights.
In an uninhabited orgy of freedom, Sindy caressed the taut arse cheeks of the ever so cheeky Fabio.
In fact the whole room had become a scene of debaunched lusty ladies and gyrating oiled up performers.
The Chief Hen certainly enjoyed her last night of being single!
As the strip show was reaching its climax, the girls were safely back at their table, Darius appeared.
“My dear beautiful Princess, may I have the pleasure of your company?”
They’d got through a huge amount of complementary bottles of Champagne as well as many pints of lager.
Sindy was very flattered to be showered with so many lovely complements, she was buzzing with happiness.
“My Lady.” Darius whispered as he bowed low and kissed her hand in a gesture of total adoration.
That was it, she’d fallen.
With the floor show ended and the smoochy music filling the buzzing club, Darius whisked Sindy into his arms or a slow dance to the swaying beat.
Mindy and Lindy could only watch, slightly envious it wasn’t them dancing.
“My dear beautiful Goddess, you are a fantastic dancer,” he whispered, although Sindy was quite drunk and a bit clumsy, stepping on his toes on more that one occasion.
“My private apartment is upstairs, please come for a…night cap?” Darius hinted.
Lindy and Mindy decided they’d had the best of this nights entertainment , no men in the club except Randy the doorman and Darius, so it was time to go home for the single ladies. Maybe at next weeks disco they’d be in luck finding dancing partners, but not tonight.
Sindy was being twirled around the dance floor as they waved their good byes, the evening was on the decline for our lovely girls.
Meanwhile late at night , Barry was indulging in some alone time, a take away Pizza and some bottles of beer along with the easy viewing of this years Pirelli calendar.
“Whats that?” Barry heard his front door open.
“What? Who? Why?”
As Sindy burst into the room.
“Oh Barry, I’m so glad you’re still up.”
“Er, yes ..just… its really late, why?…What are you doing here? I thought you were out with your friends tonight?”
“Yes but I wanted to see you…Barry….hic!”
“…..Why did you shut Brutus in the hallway?”
“And why are there dirty socks all over the floor?”
“Umm, I spilt some beer.”
“Barry I have to tell you…hic..before you hear it from…anyone else…hic.” Sindy was in a drunken confessional mood, the result of a guilty conscience.
“I danced with another man tonight, nothing happened, honest, I swear…it was only a dance…..there I’ve said it.”
Barry was beside himself…was it grief or was it relief, who knows?
“Barry, dear Barry…I want you to know, you really can trust me,” Sindy was well on the road to self retribution,
“It’s ok, of course I trust you, Sind.”
He wished she’d go home and let him finish his …lager.
©Juliette Dodd 2018