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‘no hands’ version, a ‘holding
hands’ version and one where some old woman is determined to get a better look.
    Perfect!
    While
this was going on, Luke decided to grill the girls on their knowledge of the
best strip clubs in town. It was time for some “flesh”.
    They
discussed it between themselves in Dutch and it seemed as though the
conversation had swung round to flowers but what they were talking about was a
relatively new club in town called “Two Lips”.
    Do I
need to spell it out for you?
    The
bouncers were not too sure about Graham when the lads got him to the top of the
steps but after a little friendly persuasion (or ‘begging’ as it’s also known)
they agreed to let him in.
    It was
“Night Club Dark” inside. Loud music. Good music. A number of
stages, bars, big screens and TV monitors. Great lighting. The
obligatory neon and mirrors everywhere and obviously the theme of the place was
“lips”. Two of them. And not a flower in sight!
    This
place was popular but you could move around with ease and everyone was ensured
of a good view. Mind you, strip club designers know what they’re doing.
‘Strategic’ in a strip club means money .
Tables, stages, bars, poles and furniture are all positioned so that the girls
can get to their audiences these
days. Long gone is the one big stage where no one can get near or reach the
girls. These places are all about the ‘up close and personal’. Very personal .
    And
whoever designed ‘this place’ knew what they were doing.
    Oh, and
I almost forgot. The place was crawling with the hottest girls you’ve ever
seen. Some naked, some clothed, some half naked, some half clothed. There were
short shorts, short skirts, thin thongs and tiny, teeny panties. Schoolgirls, nurses, Bavarian beer chicks and some kinky little
things in tight rubber, chrome and zips. We’re talking white girls,
black girls, Asian chicks and olive skinned beauties. Big
tits, slim hips, big hips, slim chicks, small pert breasts and long slender
legs. “Every one’s a winner baby” as the song goes.
    At the
time they walked in there were four girls dancing. Two on
stage and two doing the rounds on the smaller tables. Many of the other
girls were moving with the music anyway. Clearly they seemed to enjoy their
work and were very comfortable in their surroundings. When they weren’t dancing
the girls were either playing ‘hostess’ or plying their other trade, which was
private dancing for an even more intimate experience.
    It
wasn’t just the ‘house’ that made money here. This was a gold mine for all of
these girls.
    The “Two
Lips” standard of clientele seemed reasonable enough. Not too many ‘dickheads’
or ‘old crusties’ but you got the (unusual) impression it was a tolerant,
benevolent, ‘by the people, for the people’, ‘two way street’, almost, kind of
establishment anyway. Everyone seemed welcome. The respect and reward for both
parties, “patrons and hosts alike”, was deserved, and appreciated, and well
paid for. What I’m trying to say is “Each party got their money’s worth”.
    And boy did they get their money’s worth on
this night?
    Since it
was a “Stag Night” Luke had already collected the “Kitty”. Groups of lads (or
girls for that matter) are notorious on this sort of occasion, and can’t be
trusted to either pay their way or get what they paid for. On the way in he
paid for everyone, though entry was free for ladies anyway and their drinks
were also on the house. It’s common practice in these sorts of establishments.
Two hundred and fifty quid’s worth of entertainment each (around eight hundred
and seventy five Dutch Guilders) ought to go a reasonable distance to start
with.
    What
they got for their money was: free reign of the club; free drinking till their
‘tab’ ran out; two lap dances each; and fifty quid’s worth of “Two Lips”
Guilders each, for the dancers’ favours and rewards . That’s one hundred and
twenty