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You know how fishermen keep their best spots to themselves? Well, this is kind of the same thing. I will never tell you where this happened, just say it took place in an Eastern European country. Just like fishermen, my friend Kelly and I might go back again to see what’s lurking under the seemingly calm surface. But, enough foreplay, let’s get to what happened.Kelly lit a cigarette with her brass Zippo and inhaled deeply. “That was one of the best and cheapest dinners I have ever had.”I covered a small burp with my hand and nodded in agreement. “Where to next?”“I want a drink, some good music and a nice atmosphere.”“Really, clubbing? Aren’t we a bit too old for that?”“Never! I don’t know about you, but this 30 plus body needs to get her moves on and since we managed to escape husbands and children for this weekend, we might as well make the best of it.”She was right. After a long and tough month at the ad agency we ran, Kelly and I had decided to take some time off and go on a long weekend holiday. We had picked this place just because it was cheap and a friend of Kelly’s told her it was great. She had been right, we spent the first day exploring the ancient city and its surroundings, taking in its rich history so many books had been written about over the years. We even did some wine testing and that turned into a laugh since both of us didn’t realize you should spit but finished the glass. Anyway, this was our second night and I guess Kelly was right, we should go clubbing.“Hey, that looks promising, Brandy.”I looked at where she was pointing to and a bit further down the narrow street we were on, neon lights blinked and offered us, Ladies Night.“ Hm , are you sure about this? You know what will happen once the men are let in. They will be like hungry wolves and I don’t want to spend the rest of the night fending off horny men.”Kelly laughed. “Hey, when was the last time someone grabbed your ass?”“A week ago, some dickhead that was behind me at the coffee shop.”“Did you Beşevler escort slap him?”“No, too many witnesses around. Didn’t want to be hauled off by the cops .”Another giggle. “C’mon, it will be fine. I will protect you.”We arrived at the doors that were guarded by two women, one blonde and one brunette. High cheekbones, full lips and hair in tight ponytails. They wore fancy ass tuxedos, and white gloves.“Hi, it’s just the two of us,” said Kelly.The two women looked us up and down and one actually scoffed. The other said something in their language we didn’t get and then they both nodded. The brunette tried a smile, but it looked more like a smirk and opened the doors.We felt the music before we could actually hear it. It was a deep base and as we made our way down a narrow stone staircase set in the wall the vibration turned into actual music.“I like it!” said Kelly.I wasn’t so sure. It was too much Dungeons and Dragons for me. Anyway, we made it down and into a sort of lobby area where another woman stood. This one in a quite expensive looking cocktail dress in black. She wore six-inch heels and when she moved in to greet us, I could tell she was used to working in them. Her face was slightly Asian but her skin was darker. Her hair was raven black and her eyes were green. She was a mix of something, but nothing I had ever seen before.“Ladies, welcome. There is a 50 Euro cover fee.”“I got it,” said Kelly and produced her gold Amex Card.“They better not have watered down drinks,” said Kelly when she led the way down the tunnel the Asian girl had shown us. The walls were closing in on us, and I felt a slight hysteria growing inside me from being in such a cramped space. The music was much louder now and the walls vibrated when I put my palm on them.The tunnel opened into a vast room and I stopped where I was taking it all in. In the ceiling hung enormous chandeliers with real candles and along the brick walls sat more candles. Along Çankaya escort bayan the wall to my right was the bar, backlit by purple neon. On the opposite wall was the DJ booth and between them stood comfortable chairs and sofas with thick upholstery in black, white, and dark purple. There were about 50 women in the room and their ages were anywhere from 18 to 60, and maybe higher considering some of the facelifts and boob jobs I spotted. One thing they all had in common, they were dressed for success. Not an off the hanger item in the room, everything was designer or one of a kind. Cocktail dresses mixed with jeans and some evening gowns.“I think we are slightly underdressed,” said Kelly in my ear.We wore simple summer dresses and low heels, comfortable to walk in. “Yeah, I think you are right. Let’s get drinks .”As we made our way to the bar, I saw several of the women smile and lift their glasses to us. I smiled back, but didn’t stop to talk to anyone. I was slightly nervous and wondered what we had gotten ourselves into. After getting our customary vodka tonics we sat down in two bar stools. I leaned in and said, “did you notice there are no men here?”“Yeah, that’s the point of Ladies Night, you know.”“Sure, but the ones I have been to back home might have a male bartender or a DJ. I see now men here, at all.”Kelly shrugged her shoulders, sipped on her drink and moved her body to the music. Another thing, there was no dance floor with spinning lights and a disco ball. The few women that were dancing stood by their chairs or sofa moving their bodies.I noticed a black drapery on the short wall by the entrance. “I wonder what’s behind there?”“Probably the manager’s office or a storage room?”We sat talking and while we did more women began to arrive. I noted that some of the older, often had a much younger woman on her arm, like some men like to show off their trophy wives. This was getting weirder and weirder, I thought.“Is this Escort Cebeci your first time?” said a voice behind me in heavily accented English.I turned and looked into a pair of kind honey colored eyes. They belonged to a girl, not a woman. She must be just over 18, I thought as I looked into the innocence of her gaze.“Yeah, how did you guess?”“Never seen you before.”“Oh, you come here often?”“Sure, every month, like clockwork. There is nothing like Ladies Night.”Kelly introduced herself and so did I. The girl’s name was Angelique and she was a student from France she told us. She had heard about the place through friends and decided to come here one night and it had changed her life, she said.“How so?” asked Kelly.She giggled and showed perfect white teeth. “Oh, you know. Being young, one tends to want to try new things, and Ladies Night has been good to me.”When she leaned over the bar to say something to the blonde bartender, I couldn’t help noticing how short her dress was. It had slid up and showed a quarter of a perfectly round ass. If I had an ass like that, I thought, I’d wear a dress like hers.She must have caught me watching because she lifted a finger in front of my face and slowly wiggled it from side to side. “Not until midnight.”“What happens then?”She smiled. “You’ll see.”“Kelly, I have no idea what we have walked into, but this just feels wrong to me,” I said after Angelique had slid off her chair with a new drink in her hand and made her way over to a couple of older women who welcomed her with huggs .“What do you mean? This is great. I love the drink, the music is great, no horny men around us to fend off. What could possibly be bad about that?”“Not sure, but there is something going on. What time is it?”She checked her phone. “Almost midnight.”We ordered another round of drinks and Kelly was about to light a cigarette when the music was turned down and a voice came out of nowhere. It was female, husky and sounded like it came from everywhere at the same time, almost like an echo.”Welcome to Ladies Night. For those of you that are new, there are some rules. No forcing, no payment, other than that, the night is yours. The doors have been closed and will open again at first light.”I looked at Kelly. ” What’s going on? Are we stuck here until the morning?”

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