The moment excelled as she stepped from her car. The excitement grew as her body swayed to the music that was pumping from the inside of the brick building. She looked up at the windows, watching the lights strobe and the hot sweaty bodies moving to the beat. Eagerly Grace and her friend, Rose, paid the cover charge. A slight tremor pulsed through her body with anticipation. Each girl was tired of her present relationship. Rose had been living with the same man for over 2 years. She desperately wanted to get married, but he had reservations. He was concerned that marriage would ruin their otherwise perfect relationship. Rose needed… no, she craved… stability. As it was now, she was even unable to visit him at work because she wasn’t officially, Mrs. Rose Versey. Love goes just far and then it snaps.

Grace was still a free-lancer. She was deeply in love with love… nothing more. She new Rose needed an out… just one weekend showing her how the other side lives.

They climbed each stair bringing them one step closer to the music. As they reached the top, their first desire was to soothe their nerves with alcohol. The magic elixir, alcohol, that would ease their quite introverted souls enabling them to enjoy the atmosphere.

With drinks in hand, they eased themselves closer to the dance floor. Grace noticed that men were openly staring at them. She smiled at the timid ness… Both women were dynamite packages. Each had very striking attributes, setting them apart from other women. Rose had beautiful long natural Red hair that flowed well past her firm buttocks. She also had an hour glass figure, with shapely long legs. Rose’s favorite activity was to ride her bicycle, non stop, through the clustered streets of her favorite beach cities. She rode for hours, building strong legs and a firm lithe body. Grace, on the other hand, was a dark exotic beauty, like a mysterious goddess. Her favorite asset were her firm large breasts that showed through her tight red sweater.

Without realizing it, each women swayed to the music allowing it to grasp hold and propel them into an erotic dance. Grace’s hands moved over her body and she was ready to press her body against another’s. Both women looked around the bar hoping to see a few prospects. Nothing caught either girls eye. They decided to cruise the bar. Slowly, jutting their hips forward, they started walking around the bar. With their hips jutting forward, their firm tight buttocks swayed invitingly. Immediately, they received several offers to dance. Each girl turned them down noting that none of the offers looked promising.

The girls found themselves walking into a Pool Room. This nightclub was a little different from the norm, it offered two dance floors, a smoking room, a gambling room, and a Pool Room. The sound of balls hitting against other balls and finding their way to specific pockets was enchanting. Rose had an evil thought as the white ball smacked against one of the colored striped. She kept envisioning her live-in’s penis, for the last several years, being crushed between the two opposing balls. Penis… she was thinking too technical, trying to stay the nice girl. They were both out for some action and she should face up to it. Penis… it was a chubby, dick, stick, fucking tool, and when the guy knew how to use it a pleasure piece. Mirth rose to her lips as they trembled with laughter. Grace wanted to know what was funny and then caught the realization in her friends eyes. Grace had been hoping that their experience would have an adverse reaction. Rose had a wonderful man on her hands and Grace wanted to remind her just exactly how hard the single life is. But Grace understood Rose’s need for a commitment. Grace had dated one too many men who wanted a live-in but not a wife.

They stood next to the wall watching the guys play pool. They hadn’t really noticed how attractive they were, until the bolder of the two approached.