After a few moments thought I answered her, “Well I know that most of the women at strip clubs have had it done. Maybe we could go to one, and you could talk to them. See how it worked out for them.”
“I don’t know, do you think any of those girls would talk to me? It just seems kind of nasty somehow; I have never been to one. Won’t it be weird for me, a woman to go to one?”
I tried to calm her concerns, “I am sure that they would talk to you. They are just women, and it’s just a job to them. I am sure you could find out a lot. Where else can you go and find so many, well you know, enhanced breasts. You are right that there are not a lot of women there, but there are always some. Who knows it might be fun.” As it had always been my secret fantasy to go with my wife to strip club I was going to benefit both ways here. She could check out some boob job stuff, and I got to ogle big titted women and my wife at the same time. All kinds of erotic, but impossible fantasies rolled through my mind.
“All right,” she answered finally, “I will give it a try. But if I feel too weird we need to leave.”
We made plans to go a couple of nights later when we had the time. We headed over to a club I had scouted out. Several friends I had met told me it was the best and classiest club in town and we should be able to find what we wanted. As we headed into the parking lot I could tell that Lisa was nervous, she was fidgeting, and could not stop talking.
“Now tell me again what it will be inside. What it will be like.”
I answered her again, “Don’t worry about it. It is like a bar, but there will be a big stage, or maybe a couple of stages with chairs around them. I have always called that the rail. We can sit on the rail and the girls will come right up to us and dance in front of us. We need to tip them at that point. Every couple of songs a new girl will come on stage. The girls who are not on stage work the room giving private dances, or take customers back to the private rooms. From what I understand not much more happens in those rooms, at least in this town, then happens out on the floor, but they cost a lot more.”
We had left the car and were up to the front door. I paid the cover and we entered the club. It was a large club with a bar along one wall, and one main stage with two smaller ones at other places in the room. Like most clubs I had been in it was smoky, loud and filled with half naked women.
I got close to Lisa’s ear and said, “So where do you want to sit.” |