Chapter 4: The Compliments

...in which Johnny Reb, Goth Girl and others suffer momentary lapses of sanity

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This is part of a series of posts regarding a recent visit to an east coast sex club. The series began with the Introduction post, and you should start there if you haven’t read it yet. We're hoping to entice more readers with this series, and despite a dip a couple of days ago I think the trend is up. We had 61 readers yesterday. Thank you to the happy couple at FourState for thier blog post directing many of you to us.

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Lola gets compliments in the grocery store when dressed in faded blue jeans and an old sweatshirt.

I said back in Chapter 1:

The fact is that she turns heads and entices compliments wherever she goes, but in her mind all of those people are just suffering random moments of impaired judgment.

Men turn their heads, women pay compliments on any given day. So what do you suppose happens in a sex club, when she’s wearing high leather boots, a short plaid skirt, a black satin top (unbuttoned pretty low, and no bra), and a choker that says “SLUT.” Hmmm? I’ll give you a hint: people notice, and people tell her about it. Lola doesn’t believe it. But I won’t dwell on that.

Johnny Reb was the first one I really noticed that night. She’d probably had a few more fans by the time I witnessed him as the first one. We first noticed Johnny Reb on the dance floor. Remember yesterday when I said:

“They won’t chuckle when your redneck ass shuffles to a hip-hop beat”

Johnny Reb was the redneck shuffling to the hip-hop. Honest to God, we didn’t chuckle. We were charmed. He was in blue jeans and a denim shirt. He had a ruddy, scarred, leathery face. Working class. Southern. We called him Johnny Reb because he had on this funny hat, like a civil war soldier cap.

I was talking to Lola over our drinks when he walked up, with his lady, and grabbed her ass. Well, he probably didn’t actually grab her ass, I think we gave it a little pinch. It was funny, because she looked at me, and thought it was me, and then noticed that my hands were nowhere near her ass. She turned to look, and he let us know that he had noticed her, really noticed her, while we were out by the dance floor. Noticed that plaid skirt especially. This is when we discovered that Johnny Reb has a cool sense of humor. He said it motivated him to want to wear plaid too. Maybe do a Braveheart thing, a whole reenactment in his front yard. He made a big production of it, and by so doing flattered her, and it left Lola smiling, and in this way made me happy. He knew she wasn’t going to suddenly drop to her knees and pleasure him. He was simply enjoying the thrill of making a beautiful woman smile.

Every time Lola would get up to go to the ladies’ room (which is quite often when we’re out at a club. The woman’s bladder must be the size of one of those ice cubes in her drink), she would come back with more stories about the nice cute girls she had just met in the ladies’ room. I guess that all pretty girls have small bladders. Anyway, she was making new friends right and left. I had written down to tell you especially about Goth Girl, but I don’t really remember her. Hot red skirt, black top, a little thick. Lola remembers her though, maybe she’ll tell you more about her after reading this.

It was in these trips back and forth to the powder room that Lola eventually encountered these women, one of whom she had passionate sex with.

We'll introduce them tomorrow in Chapter 5: The Prom Queen, the Orphan, the Model and the Schoolgirl