“A gentleman’s club?” I said accusing him. “Oh no Jack. I’m not going into a strip joint.”
“Oh come on. It’ll be fun. It’s not like that. Very high class. Guys bring their dates here all the time.”
“Jack.”
“Come on. It’s my twenty-first birthday. You have to take me to a strip club.”
“Your mother’s not taking you to a strip club.” I know what you are thinking. I already let him kiss me, grind on me, and then do body shots off my naked stomach. It was too late to do the parental thing now.
“My mother’s not, but Susan is.”
With that he grabbed my hand and before I could protest anymore we were walking through the door, with me trying not to fall off my stilettos.
The first thing I noticed was how beautiful the women were. My God, they were like models, models with big plastic tits.
And he wasn’t lying about there being other women patrons, because I saw quite a few about the place, though the guys still outnumbered us ten to one. They were very beautiful too, and they seemed just as interested in the dancers as the men were.
I couldn’t blame them because it was an eye opening and mind bending experience. For even though I was a woman surrounded by a throng of good looking well dressed men, I found I couldn’t take my eyes off these tantalizing women. I was a captive audience.
And though I took some comfort in not being the only woman patron in the establishment, I still felt like a virgin in a harem, so I hung on to Jack like he was my protector. Jack, on the other hand, acted like he owned the place.
“You come to strip clubs often?” I asked as we stood holding hands at the bar.
“No. Only my second time.”
“But you like these kind of places?”
“They have their appeal. But they get frustrating after a while.”
“With all these naked women around, I can imagine.”
“How do you like it?”
“I’m not sure. The women are beautiful.”
“You like watching naked women dance?”
“Never thought I would.”
“Yet it’s strangely alluring, isn’t it?”
“I’m not a lesbian, Jack.”
“Didn’t say you were, but you find yourself drawn to them, don’t you?”
And as I watched, an incredibly hot woman, completely naked, except for a swatch of cloth covering her vulva, twirled around a metal pole. I had to nod my head yes in response, which prompted a great roar of laughter from him.
“I’m glad you like it, because there’s more.”
We got our drinks from a female bartender whose outfit was only slightly less revealing than the dancers, and who was so hot I started to feel self conscious.
With drinks in hand we walked over to a group of low leather chairs, which Jack sat in, but before I could make my way to the seat next to him, he pulled me by the hand and eased me down into his lap for the second time that night, and this time he was getting even more friendly.
“You missed your calling,” he said as he put his drink down on a near table and wrapped his strong arms around me. “You’d of made a great stripper.”
“Oh yeah,” I said dismissively.
“Why? You have the looks and body for it, and I’ve seen you dance.”
“Thanks, but I don’t have the boobs for it.”