An unexpected party atmosphere on Friday

I went to the Pic on a Friday night in mid-July after striking out at the Outer Space Club. I had to park about a short block away to the west near a gasoline station, so the street seemed quite safe for my vehicle. Walked up the steps and rang the doorbell. Nobody came to the door. Rang again and somebody yelled, "It's open! Come in!'. So I went in with a ten dolar bill in my hand. Brief pat down. I was IMMEDIATELY aware that there was a party going on. This was only about 8 pm, but there had to be 15 girls on the floor (two rooms, one a little higher than the other) and an equal number of male customers plus about 4 or 5 women from the neighborhood. I had been to the Pic about ten years ago on a Friday late afteroon, and nothing was happening like this.

No rooom at the downstaris bar on the left, so I went up the three stairs to the right. No room at the bar here either, and a crowd in the corner to my right, so I took a seat on the left along the bench. There was a dancer on the stage (4 by 6 feet with a pole), and another girl entertaining a guy at the left end of the bar. So there were essentially two dancing girls in front of me. The girl at the bar was putting on a better show than the girl on stage, but that was soon to change for the better. I found that my position opposite the upstairs stage was a good one. As additional women -- usually a bit older -- came out of the dressing room, they tended to stop in front of me, show their wares, give me a "Pic handshake" and ask me if I was tipping. One had a very interesing brocaide costume on. Must have been expensive to make. Covered everything in front frofm her neck to her crotch, except for two openings for her D-cup breasts that were supported by wire rings beneath. When she backed up to me I realized that there was no back to this corset. Her crotch was totally exposed. She wanted more than one dance, and I said, "I am just getting oriented." To which she replied, "I think you know EXACTLY WHERE YOU ARE." Meaning my hand had wandered to the bottom of her butt. She bent over a bit, wiggled her ass some more, and guided my fingers into her folds.