Ami had a bad feeling when she saw the pink neon Xs flashing repeatedly on the marquee of the building Minako was currently parking In front of. "Is that where we're going?"
"Mmhmm," Was the blonde's single reply, already getting out of the car. She paused when she realized Ami had not even unfastened her seatbelt, still staring up at the Eager Beaver's bright sign. Sighing, she went around to the other side, opening the door and nearly dragging the shorter girl out.
"You can't be serious Minako. I can't go in there!"
"Sure you can! It's not the Imperial Palace, it's just a strip joint."
Ami wriggled out of Minako's grip to cross her arms. "Exactly. Can't we just go to my surprise birthday party? The others are probably waiting."
Minako gasped, "You know about it!"
Ami registered the disappointment in the blonde's voice, squeezing her shoulder gently. "I'm sorry to spoil it sweetheart. To be fair, you and Usagi weren't exactly stealth. I overheard you on the phone last night."
"You little sneak, I thought you were sleeping!" Minako pouted, knowingly plucking at Ami's heartstrings. She took the shorter girl's hands, offering up more pout. "Well since the surprise is ruined, don't you think you can indulge me a little bit?"
Ami was still unsure, but took a step in the building's direction.
"For me, please," Minako persisted, in that husky low tone that made Ami tingle. Minako had that way of taking all the reason in her mind and turning it on its head, igniting purely physical elements in Ami that she never knew existed, all with just a longing half-lidded gaze, or a single word uttered in that carnal tone of voice.
"Fine."
"Yay!" Minako clapped her hands, kissing Ami briefly before leading her to the club's entrance. "Nice," she whistled, surveying the establishment. Skimpily clad waitresses served beers to loosened-tie businessmen; poles mounted on platforms on either side of a neon lit stage were being craftily utilized by well-endowed topless women. On the stage itself a redhead slinked out of an altered police uniform, one article of clothing at a time. All around men, and a few women, were being danced on, showing their appreciation by slipping bills into bras and G-strings, some even being led into a dimly lit enclave with the title "Champagne Room" flashing above it.
Minako hooked an arm around Ami's waist, guiding her to a seat near the main stage. "See? It's not so bad."
Ami looked from the now fully naked policewoman to Minako, incredulously. "It's not?" Her girlfriend laughed and handed her a drink, which she took gratefully, needing anything to relax for Minako's sake.
"No," Minako sipped her drink thoughtfully, looking around, "These girls are easy on the eyes, at least. You have to appreciate that."
Ami nodded, catching sight of a brunette on the far side, giving a grateful college student a lap dance. She nearly gasped when the woman locked eyes with her, and winked. Alarmed, she tore Minako's gaze away from the cowgirl who now worked the main stage, confessing, "Regardless Minako, I don't want to see any other woman naked. You're more than enough for me."
The blonde couldn't help herself after the sweet compliment, slipping her fingers through Ami's short hair and drawing her in for a deep kiss. Catcalls around them caused Ami to pull away first, but Minako held her fast, whispering against her lips, "I love you for that." She let go of her and sat back, "But it's not about sex. Not really, anyway."
Ami's eyes wandered to the cowgirl, clad only in boots and riding an imaginary horse. As quickly as she was turned on my girlfriend's spontaneous and passionate kiss, she was turned off by the gyrating of the present performer. "Then what is it about?"
Minako watched her nose crinkled in repulsion and laughed. She wanted to kiss her again but decided to restrain herself. "Well you can't really know until you get your birthday lapdance!"
Ami's eyes widened, "My what? I'm not doing that!"
"You don't have to do anything," Minako said, "One of these lovely ladies will be doing all the work. You just have to enjoy it!"
"Minako, I don't want to—"
Her plea fell on deaf ears; Minako was already up and looking for a suitable girl. Ami was mortified when the brunette who had winked at her earlier approached Minako, and even more so when the blonde handed her several bills and pointed to Ami.
"Oh my God…" The med student hid her face as the dancer approached her, a grinning Minako right behind her. She was shocked when the brunette took her hand, leading her away.
As she was taken captive Ami threw a last pleading look in Minako's direction. The blonde was still grinning, but mouthed the words, "It's okay, I trust you."
The Champagne Room turned out to be nothing more than a small barely lit lounge with worn leather couches and mirrors covering the walls. Ami found herself on one of the couches, alone with the dancer. She tapped her fingers nervously as the dancer slowly unbuttoned her sheer blouse.
"So what's your name?"
Ami was surprised, she didn't expect conversation. "Ami," she squeaked. She resigned herself to watching the woman teasingly remove her short shorts to expose her pink thong. She coughed nervously, "What's yours?"
"Kaori," The dancer answered, peeling off her open blouse. She smirked as Ami caught the piece of clothing when she tossed it at her, almost giggling when the woman folded it and laid it to the side. "So what do you do Ami?"
"I'm a medical student," She answered, taking a sharp breath as Kaori took a hold of her knees, dipping her head up Ami's body in an imaginary caress.
"Oh, what a coincidence, I'm a psychology major!" Kaori said before turning between Ami's knees to sit on her pelvis.
Ami failed to recognize the coincidence after being whipped by Kaori's long chestnut brown hair, but soon forgot about it; her eyes widened in amusement as Kaori leaned all the way over in front of her, gyrating against Ami in time to the music.
Kaori could hear her giggling behind her. She sat back on her, taking the med student's hands with her own to caress her bare torso. "What's funny?"
"Minako," Ami answered, still chuckling, even as her fingertips grazed over hipbones and soft thighs. "She the only person I know who would do this. It's absurd."
Kaori turned around again to face Ami, straddling her lap now. Ami didn't even notice when her hands went from being dormant to casually placed on the dancer's hips. "Paying for her girlfriend's birthday lap dance? I think it's sweet, romantic even, in a postmodern sort of way."
Ami was surprised by her opinion, though she admonished herself for having preconceived notions, even about strippers. "Isn't it? That's why I love her." The genius was beginning to feel glad about her compulsory lap dance.
She then noticed Kaori undoing her lace bra, unfamiliar breasts centimeters away from her. "Okay, I think I'm done." Quickly, she slid Kaori off her, jumping to her feet.
"Are you sure?" The brunette asked, "She did pay for fifteen minutes."
Ami laughed sheepishly, looking at her shoes. Kaori found this adorable, considering what was going on seconds before. "I'm sure. I only want my birthday lap dance from one person."
Kaori curbed her smile. "Fine. Happy birthday Ami."
"Thank you." She returned the smile, but hustled out of the room.
She found Minako in front of one of the side stages, sticking a bill into the cleavage of a platinum blonde dressed in a skimpy orange sailor fuku.
Minako jumped, and then relaxed when Ami's arms suddenly circled around her. "It's over already? Hmm." She briefly wondered if that stripper had ripped her off, but returned her attention to Ami. "Did you enjoy you birthday present?" She asked with a teasing smile.
Ami nodded. "I did. It was nice of her, but I'd like to receive my present from you now."
Minako looked at her, confused. "But that was—oh!" She laughed at herself, then at her adorable Ami. She looked into her gleaming eyes, and sighed. "In that case, we may have to skip your surprise birthday party."
Ami grinned. "Happy birthday to me."
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