The stripper that had walked into the back room had now reemerged on the floor wearing a different outfit. She now had on an almost sheer halter-top and very short shorts. A few gentlemen approached her, apparently asking for table dances or whatever else. She exchanged a few words, which we couldn’t make out, then continued in our direction.
She walked over to our table and pulled out a chair in front of us and sat down.
“So, what brings such a lovely couple such as yourselves, to a place like this?” She waived her hand at the now topless girl on the catwalk. “Spice? Romance? Excitement?” a short pause, “Sex?”
I replied, “Just curious.”
The stripper said, “Well, you know what happened to that damn cat,” with a sinful smirk.
She looked at Stacie and asked her the same question. Stacie replied with the same.
The stripper ordered herself a drink. “I remember the first time I came to a place like this.” She sipped on the tall glass. ” I thought the ladies were glamorous, and the attention that they received from the men was exhilarating. I thought to myself how exciting it must be to stand there totally naked shaking your business in front of strangers. Hell, before I new it, my ass was on stage shaking my money-maker.”
Stacie asked, “Does it still turn you on?”
“Sure, all the time. But sometimes it takes some pre-show coaxing” She winked at the girl on stage who had just removed her thong and was now spread-eagle staring at the stripper next to us. “The girls here are friendly with each other – that helps a lot.”
I spoke up and said, ” I thought it was always an act, that you do it strictly for the money.”
The girl answered, “No, not always, sometimes I dance for free, when I’m really hot.” She stared at Stacie’s high heeled, thigh high boots that ended about six inches before her short black mini shirt. The stripper scooted a little closer to my gorgeous wife.
The stripper was playful and had a seductive charm around her. I had been totally mistaken about her. After watching her noticeably phony performance on stage I thought surely that she was fake. But that turned out not the case at all.
The stripper seemed intently inquisitive about Stacie’s curiosity. She told us that it was that same curiosity that started her stripping and that the thrill that she experience sporadically with certain customers that drove her to continue performing.
She took Stacie’s hand and stared at her wedding ring. She asked us how long we had been married. We told her a little over five years. The stripper was not married.
“Was he the first man that you fucked?” The stripper asked boldly gesturing to me.
Stacie replied, “No.” She seemed comfortable enough with the question.
We had more drinks and the conversation turned more erotic. “Any women?” The stripper asked continuing on from her earlier question concerning Stacie’s sex life before me.
Stacie again replied, “No.”
The stripper began asking us about our fantasies and became visibly aroused her erect nipples now awkwardly visible through the sheer material. The stripper had moved herself closer to Stacie as she continued the borage of erotic questioning. Stacie and I laughed answering her questions as we too became increasing aroused. Stacie threw down drink after drink becoming progressively more comfortable with the stripper.