Absolutely Unforgivable(27)

The store they took me to was a high-end costume shop that had every kind of American flag outfit you could imagine. One of the great things about being in a big city is they had a shop for almost anything you could possibly want.

I walked around, struggling trying to figure out if I wanted to wear platform knee high boots or sparkly blue glitter pumps when Mindy called me over to her. She pointed out an American flag pleated mini skirt and handed it to me to try on. It was short -- very, very short -- and hung low on my hips and exposed all of my stomach. I loved it and it was exactly what I wanted.

Darla and Starla opted for some Texas flag themed short shorts. But to make all of our outfits coordinated, we all decided to wear a white shirt that tied in the front in a big bow. It reminded me a lot of my bartending uniform back in Oklahoma. I decided to go with the white, knee high go-go boots to match my top.

Mindy picked some little red glitter pumps that looked a lot like a slutty version of Dorothy's red slippers. Darla and Starla, however, had to one up the sexiness with pairs of stars and stripes garters, with attached red and white striped ties that worked their way down their leg like makeshift boots.

After our shopping trip, I invited the girls back to the house to lounge by the pool. I had assumed they had been to Billy’s house often but it turns out that wasn’t the case at all. Billy almost never had guests over; and if he did it was almost always just the boys in the band as they worked together in the studio. His big beautiful home wasn’t the constant party pad I had imagined.

The girls didn’t have their swimsuits with them but that wasn’t a problem. I had a ton of them. I ran upstairs and pulled out a few I thought they might like and we headed outside. We lounged by the pool we blared music and talked about random things.

Suddenly I found Starla glaring at me, moving her eyes up and down my body before finally saying, “You know you have a really hot body. You should show it off more.”

I wasn’t really sure what to say to that. Darla looked up at me after Starla spoke, “Yeah, I agree. You need to show your ass more,” then immediately glanced back down and went back to filing her nails.

Mindy burst out laughing and I soon joined in. Starla looked at us, trying to figure out what we found so funny, and said “What? I’m just saying. You could be really hot. I don’t see why you don’t flaunt it a little more.”

While I sat there trying to figure out how in the heck I was going to respond to that last comment, Mindy chimed in shyly. “Have you ever been to a ... you know ... men’s club?” She said that last part much quieter, looking around making sure nobody else was around to hear her.

I wasn’t quite sure what she was asking me. A men’s club? I had to think about that for a minute and as I did Darla looked up with her eyes but with her head still tilted down. “Duh, of course. Who hasn’t?” And then she went right back to smacking her gum and messing with her nails as if it were just some common thing that everyone did all of the time.

The way Mindy looked at me though, I knew it wasn’t. I was still trying to wrap my mind around what she was asking me when Darla spoke up again. “You know what I just hate?”

We all turned to look at her as she continued on her rant, “When you go to a titty bar with them and they get all sloppy drunk and for some reason think it’s sexy to do a lap dance for you. How f*cking stupid do they really have to be to think that is somehow arousing for a female? We have no penis for them to accidentally grope or rub up against. There is nothing sexual about them dancing like that, at least not for us. God, men are so stupid sometimes.”

Everyone laughed, including me. But then it hit me. They meant ... oh ... they were talking about a strip club. Mindy wanted to know if I had ever been to a strip club.

I blurted out. “Oh my! No! Eww! No. Never!”

Everyone jerked their head towards me in unison. There was a dead silence and then Starla asked, “Why not? What’s wrong with going to a strip club? It’s no different than going to a normal dance club, only at a strip club you don’t have gross men trying to grind all over you. Instead they are too busy ogling the girls on the stage.”

I guess I hadn’t thought about it like that before. But still, I wasn’t quite sure if I would be so comfortable going to a strip club. “Don’t they get naked in there?” I asked curiously.

Starla gave me a snarky and surprising response. “No, gross! I wouldn’t go someplace where some chick had her nasty vagina in my face. That’s just tacky.”