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  • LoudPop
    Senior Member
    • Sep 2018
    • 146

    The Club

    Here's an old story I wrote loosely based on an incident at my favorite club (Amnesia) in Dallas. (BTW, I went by "Popper" on Balloon buddies.)

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    The Club

    There was a night club that I always liked to visit. Its decor
    always featured tightly inflated bouquets of balloons. The entrance
    was a hall filled with a rainbow of balloons stretching from the
    floor, up the walls and along the ceiling. The balloons were
    colorful 12" and 16" shiny transparent rounds. Before entering the
    main club area was an archway of balloons. Funny thing was there
    always seemed to be a few balloons that popped when people passed
    under it.

    Once inside, helium balloons were tied to most tables and chairs.
    There were balloons floating on the ceiling with ribbons hanging down.
    The balloons were various colors, transparent and tightly inflated.
    Sometimes a balloon would just pop, with no apparent reason, startling
    the people nearby.

    Most of the women were dressed in tight nylon lycra dresses often showing
    much cleavage and beautifully tanned legs. Many times there was a fun
    playful attitude that prevaled. Often women would grab a helium balloon
    and go dancing. Sometimes while dancing they would play fight with one
    another bopping each other with a balloon, usually until someone popped
    their balloon, then that would start everyone trying to pop each others
    balloon. There was a carefree attitude towards the balloons because there
    were so many. If one popped, there was always another to take its place.

    One night two women caught my eye. They were sitting at a small
    table facing each other talking. Both were very attractive, one was
    a beautiful large-breasted blond and the other a dark-haired vixen.
    Each wore a tight-fitting sexy dress. What caught my eye was one of them
    was holding a tightly inflated helium balloon. She was holding it close
    to her face and lips, each starring through it as they talked to one another.
    The lady holding it had long painted fingernails. She held the balloon
    between both hands like a fortune teller would a crystal ball. As they
    talked, she would scratch the sides of the balloon with her sharp fingernails
    making that familiar squeaking sound. The other lady was smoking a
    cigarette, moving it dangerously close to balloon as they talked. Each
    talked and acted as if there was not a care in the world, neither had any
    fear that the tightly stretched balloon could pop in their faces at any time.
    In fact, they acted as if the balloon was invisible. I was mesmerized.
    I couldn't believe their fearless attitude. As I watched, she would
    squeeze the balloon with her fingernails, as if she was teasing the balloon
    about its imminent destiny. Or maybe she was teasing her friend, testing
    her tolerance, seeing if she would back away for fear that the balloon would
    explode so close to her face. I became more and more excited. It
    finally ended, when they finished their conversation. The lady holding
    the balloon smiled wickedly and squeezed tightly with her fingernails,
    the balloon trying not to pop its neck expanding downward, the other
    casually pops the balloon with her cigarette. They both leave the table
    laughing.

    Later that night, I notice the same two women sitting at the table.
    Each had a large helium balloon that they had unknotted. After inhaling
    the helium and making funny voice sounds, they both sat there giggling,
    each with an uninflated balloon. The next thing they do is each puts their
    balloon to their lips and start blowing. They alternate breaths. It seems
    to be a game their playing. The balloons soon return to their original
    size and shape, but they don't stop. One blows a breath full of air into
    her balloon as the other grins holding her balloon by the neck. Taking
    turns they slowly empty breaths of air into each balloon. The balloons
    are obviously helium quality and since being previously inflated they
    continue to grow endlessly stretching tighter and tighter. The necks of
    the balloons are elongated and with each breath you hear the latex squeak,
    knowing one of the balloons has to burst soon. I move closer so I can
    observe. The two are definitely enjoying this game. Each wants
    the other's balloon to burst. The blond taunts the other by acting like
    she's going to pop the balloon with her pointer fingernail. They grin
    at each other and continue. I can't believe the balloons haven't burst.
    Each is enormous and transparent. With each breath they don't grow but
    only take on more air. The lady with dark hair puts the balloon to her
    ruby lips and blows, BLAM! It shreds with a satisfying pop. A girl
    standing close by nearly jumps out of her skimpy dress. She spins
    around to see what happened and sees the two of them laughing at
    her skittish behavior. The blond lady smiles and says "Looks like
    I've won, what should I do now?" The dark-haired lady says "Burst it,
    I want to see that girl jump again." The blond laughs and takes a deep
    breath, her full breasts rising, and emptys her lungs into the balloon.
    The girl nearby cringes as she expects the balloon to burst, but nothing
    only the sound of air filling the balloon. The blond pulls the balloon
    away from her lips to observe its size, then she gives her friend a quick
    wink and blows. KAPOW! The girl jumps again and both ladies smile and
    nod to each other.

    Both start towards the door, then stop, and the blond whispers something
    in the other's ear. They each grab a balloon floating from the ceiling
    and sneak up behind a bouncer standing near the archway of balloons.
    The bouncer has his back turned to them. Then they simultaneously
    pop their balloons and grin devilishly as he turns to see. They both
    lean up and ask him something. He indicates yes and proceeds to cut the
    string securing the archway of balloons. Each one grabs the string
    and wraps themselves up among the balloons as they squeeze there way
    out of the club, balloons squeaking and popping all the way.

    -Popper
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