I don't know what I expected when we went to the strip club last weekend.After all the complaining my male friends have done over the years about how aloof dancing girls are and how strict clubs can be about the men so much as thinking about touching the girls, I guess I thought it was more of a performance - more in line with the shows in vegas where the girls are untouchable actresses WAY out of reach of every audience member.
That was not the case, at this strip club at least. I saw more naked female pussies and asses in the span of two hours or so then I have seen in my entire life put together (outside of porn)!
Now, after reading some of my blogs, you might have the mistaken impression that I've "been there done that" with everything sexual; far from it. Actually, up until this past weekend, I had never been to a strip club before. I decided a long while ago that it was time to change this fact, but for one reason or another, we haven't gone to one until this past Friday night. "We" in this case is my boyfriend and I. We've been together for two years. We are happy, in love, and have never fought; I mean, we have never even said a cross word to each other. We don't raise our voices, don't get under each others skins, and rarely even disagree, even on small things like what restaurant to go to for dinner (we always seem to be in the mood for Mexican, Lol). It's awesome.
I mention our lack of ever conflicting over activity plans that to say this - when I mentioned I wanted him to take me with him to a strip club, as usual, he agreed that it was a great idea without hesitation (tho I realize that the fact that he is male may have had something to do with that too).
We've been flirting with the idea of seeking out a threesome and/or another couple to have some adult playtime with, and after talking about it with him, going to a strip club seemed like a good first step to prove to him that I am comfortable being around naked females. He knows that I am not bi-sexual. I may be somewhat bi-curious (especially on the occasion that a Catherine Zeta Jones movie is on TV - she's my girl crush... YUMMY), BUT I do
not have
any desire to (a.) be
alone with a woman in bed or (b.) actually date a female. Women are way too complicated and too confusing to even think about being around full-time (I'm female, so I am allowed to say that, Lol). Heck, I don't even enjoy majority of the females I've ever met on even just a friendship level (I'd estimate 80% of women are the type I can't be friends with).
I knew that the past years of hearing me deny any sort of bisexuality had to be overcome before my man would believe that I am interested in threesomes and moresomes. SO... one of the many reasons I really wanted to go to a strip club was that it was a good way to prove that I enjoyed watching and being around the naked female body. However, I enjoy cock too much to ever even think about giving it up by permanently switching to dating or sleeping with one of the species that lacks that body appendage.
.We rounded up our go-to friend - you know the one - all couples have that certain friend/couple that they call whenever they want to make plans to do anything. Well, we hang out with him regularly - watching movies, going to the shooting range to target practice, I do his hair up in Jamaican braids monthly, we have BBQs, ect... (and, in our case, he is a previous swinging partner of mine when I was dating a previous bf - since my man and him get along so well, if we can find a single female for him, he's on our short-list to be a player in the aforementioned threesomes and moresomes).
Anyways, we called him up regarding the strip club plan for the evening, and of course, being male, he was more then willing to come with us... I think he said something to the effect of "titties? hell yeah, I'm in!"
Of course, I did my typical OCD thing and called ahead to the strip club to make sure they were open (on a Friday night) and to see if there was a dress code and what the rules of the club were ... I'm a stickler for rules (in public, hehe) and wanted to make sure my first experience at a strip club wasn't my last because I got kicked out for something retarded - like wearing a hat, or certain clothes - apparently there is a big problem with street gang activity in Princeton, WV (*said sarcastically*), and they all shop the same stores, so they have banned wearing certain brand names in the club). Once I'd satisfied that side of my personality, we drove an hour to
Southern Xposure in Princeton, WV.
I loved it! Anyone who's been in my house knows that I have the naked female body as artwork and decoration all over the place. I think we are simply beautiful. And, I realized that the strip club is an outlet where I can watch nude female bodies purposefully being extra sexy and beautiful with no pressure. Each girl danced to three songs; one in a costume, one in just a g-string and highheels, and the final dance completely naked except for the heels. There were about eight girls working the night we were there, plus the "special performer" of the night who was a traveling stripper and porn actress named
Brandy May (who's website is linked to her name). We were there to watch a full cycle - one three-song routine for each girl working, and then a repeat of a couple girls. We also watched Brandy's show. She brought a local DJ, the
Big Johnson, up on stage since it was his birthday, and she made him strip to the waist and pretend to be a bucking bronco while she used a belt as a collar and leash and rode him while "trying" to stay on - it gave a whole new meaning to the term "bareback."
I have never been so, ummm, eye-to-pussy with a female before! A couple of the dancers had their clit hoods pierced, and all of the dancers were clean shaven - babybutt bald. Watching them dance was a definite turn on for both me and my man (and our friend enjoyed it too of course, and he headed off to the private room a couple times during the evening). The girls would dance as if they were having
"air sex" and seemed to really enjoy the fact that I was female and I was tipping.
I didn't know that the dancers could get so close to the audience! Since I was in the front row and the stage was elevated, there were numerous times when, if I had stuck my tongue out at the dancer, I would have gotten her off...
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