We were sitting on a couch and watching a burlesque dancer in a green bedazzled thong gyrate on the floor, while a bunch of well-dressed women in short black skirts chugged fruity cocktails. When the dancer took her bra off, the women clapped politely, throwing in a few perfunctory hoots and catcalls. And those tits are amazing. At any other same-sex bar on a Thursday night in Manhattan, such a "no homo" comment would be either dismissed or met with outrage. Yet at Skirt Club , a girls-only club that recently celebrated its official launch in New York City, the woman's comments were strangely apropos. It's strictly for bicurious women, many of whom have boyfriends and husbands at home, to have a venue to fool around with each other, no questions asked and no numbers exchanged.