Capital Bush

I had heard of this kind of club before, a unique kind of club. A club where things went on that were strictly prohibited in other clubs. Even among the certain type of club that this establishment is, these acts are usually strictly prohibited. These are acts that fall under the definition of adult entertainment. Adult entertainment. Two words that when put together could mean all sorts of things, but when they are put together we know damn well what they mean. So, lets' stop bullshitting. I'm going to stop pussyfooting around and get directly to what I mean. I'm talking about a strip club. For the uninitiated, a strip club is a place where women, and occasionally men, have money given to them in order to have them tantalize their clientele with what they cannot have. The specific club of which I speak brings their clientele as close to what they cannot have as legally permissible. This is Capital Bush.

After some digging around, I found out where Capital Bush is located. Not being familiar with this particular strip club, I wanted to take more money than I usually take to places, including the bank. Having two hundred dollars in fives, tens, and ones is why I had a large bulge in my pants upon entering Capital Bush. It sure wasn't because I was walking into the only strip club in my area where the strippers can give lap dances. No sire.

I paid the cover and entered the club. I felt a bit lost as I looked over this establishment, but I usually feel that way when I'm at a location with other people in it. I walked up to the bar and ordered a beer.
"We don't serve alcohol."
That's right, in order for Capital Bush to serve their clientele in the manner they desired they couldn't serve alcohol. Instead, I ordered a Pepsi. What I got was a syrupy Pepsi in a plastic dining glass with cubed ice in it. I paid four dollars for a drink I could have easily made for myself at home for far, FAR, less money. I was mentally preparing myself for a disappointing experience.

I sat down at a table and saw a couple of dancers go to work. Michael wasn't much of a looker and his pole work left a lot to be desired. Christopher was a bit long in the tooth to for my taste. Jason may have been good but I was too distracted to pay any attention to him. Let's just say that Britney Spears doesn't quite agree with me.

"And now, coming up to the stage, Gary."
Gary was different. Gary was the kind of person that filled my dreams, so much so that I scarcely believed a person like Gary actually existed. Gary had just the right combination of short brown hair, long athletic legs, and ample chest to appeal to me in an innate sense. Gary made me stand up and take notice, in that sense of the word.

Gary started moving slowly around the stage, utilizing an elongated stride to accentuate his long legs. He took to the pole coyly at first, but once Gary started his polework he made that pole work. Felix Cane's got nothing on Gary. The inclusion of Ke$ha's TiK Tok only made the performance that much sweeter. The whole act had me absolutely spellbound, and Gary took notice. I was not the only one spellbound by his performance, there were several other men with large pockets bulges who's eyes were transfixed on Gary's ass. However, unlike the other men, I was the only one who did not manage to hoot and holler like a frat boy. After he was done redressing and collecting his well earned filthy lucre, Gary came over to talk to me.

"Hello big boy."
"Do you mean me?"
Gary laughed a little. "Of course I do sweetie. What's your name?"
I panicked for a moment as I tried to come up with a name. "River."
"River. That's an interesting name. So, what do you do for a living?"
"I'm in charge of bidding for a large road construction company."
"Hmmm. That's interesting." Clearly Gary was buttering me up, as I knew that my job was in no way interesting. "So, what brings you up here tonight?"
"I just wanted to relax for a bit."
"Has the corporate grind got you down?" Gary sort of rippled his body as he said the word grind, which brought back vivid memories of the polework I just saw.
"Ummm, yeah."
"Are you totally relaxed now?" As Gary ended this sentence, he ran his finger along his lips. Instantly the erotic implications of this move come to mind.
"Ummm, no."
"Well, River, I couldn't help but notice the way you were looking at me."
"It's hard not to look at you."
"It must have been so hard for you to be that far away from me." Gary put an emphasis on the word "hard" so that I knew exactly what he meant. Gary meant that watching him had given me an erection. "Perhaps I can help you fully relax."
"Exact how would you accomplish that?"

This is when Gary got down to business. "It's twenty dollars per song for a lapdance, eighty dollars for a longer dance where you can choose the music, and finally a hundred twenty dollars for a fully nude dance where you can touch me nearly anywhere you want."

I was surprised at this, as I thought such access would cost me more than that. Perhaps Gary thought the two hundred dollars I was carrying really was my penis. I agreed to pay for the one hundred twenty dollar package that would result in Gary grinding on my package. Gary got up, took me by the hand, and started leading me over to the area where what I was paying for would take place.

There were several men who were not happy about this development. Most of them weren't happy that I was the one getting attention from Gary, but one of them was very displeased that I had gotten the first shot at paying for more attention. This man got up and grabbed the manager of the club and started complaining.

"Excuse me, do you run this place?"
"Yes, can I help you?"
"I want you to tell me what makes that guy so special." The complaining man then pointed to me.
The manager continued, "I don't follow."
"Why does that man get access to Gary before I do? I have money, it's good money! What makes that guy's money better than mine!"
The manager attempted to calm down the complaining man. "Look sir-"
"Zachry. Skanska Zachry."
"Zachry, let me apologize. Perhaps we can make some sort of reparations for you before you make too much of a stink."

Gary continued to lead me toward the back area as the manager lead Zachry to a place where he could keep him quiet. The back area of Capital Bush is just about as impressive as the main area of Capital Bush. I guess the main allure of this room is the things that go on in it. This strategy isn't bad, but a little effort being put into ambience would be nice.

Before he started in on his routine, Gary uttered the sexiest phrase in the history of man. "I need to be paid in advance." I fished around in my pockets, and pulled out my massive bulge. Of money. "My, you came prepared."
"Well, I thought buying myself access would cost me more than what you're charging."
"I might have to give you extra benefits."

I gave Gary the one hundred twenty dollars and Gary started earning his keep. I didn't quite know what to do, as I was afraid I might put my hands on a part of Gary's body that would result in me getting thrown out of the club. Thankfully, Gary knew exactly what to do and exactly how to do it. As he was grinding himself against my package, pressing his ample bosom against my reddened cheeks, and delicately blowing into my ear, Gary said to me, "You know, we could make a regular thing of this. Over time, as you continue to make contributions to me, I could give you all the benefits in the world." Something is telling me I just might do that. Namely, the brain that is really controlling things.