Frank had been making weekly trips to Gina's Gentlemen's Club for most of the past decade. He started making the thirty minute drive back in the fall of 1997, when the passion began to erode from his marriage.
Frank, now 56, had no problem attracting the attention of ladies. His problem was he couldn't get enough of it. At 6'1, Frank still maintained a solid build and regularly worked out. He had made a personal fortune investing in his earlier years, so money was never an issue. He had married Jeannie when the two were in their early 20's. At the time Jeannie had been wild and passionate about life. As time passed she had started to let herself go. She didn't enjoy sex nearly as much as Frank, and frankly he stopped enjoying the infrequent sex they did have.
So Frank, an older, sophisticated, handsome and well-off man found himself with an insatiable sex drive and no shortage of women that would have likely loved to try to fulfill it.
Oddly enough, the thought of having sex with another woman wasn't what made Frank feel guilty. He could probably convince himself it was just a moment of passion between two random individuals. The thought of getting emotionally attached to another woman did bother him, however. So Frank decided to go to strip clubs, checking out girls less than half his age. Many reminded him of Jeannie in her younger years. He was content to travel to the club once a week, maybe pay for a lap dance, and head out.
As the years passed Frank had never cheated on Jeannie with another woman, though he sure thought about it.
One day, Frank and Jeannie got into a heated argument. Jeannie had been complaining about always feeling fatigued, and Frank had suggested that perhaps she ought to exercise a bit more. As you can imagine, that didn't go over well. Jeannie cursed Frank and ended up throwing a pair of shoes at him. Apparently it hit close to home, Frank thought. Frank, enraged that his wife would have the audacity to disrespect him in such a callous manner, stormed out of the house. It's for her own good, he reasoned. It's better that I leave. Either I leave, or I stay and probably hit her. He had never hit his wife, but he had never been this mad at her either.
He sped off down the street in his Porsche, leaving Jeannie crying and screaming in their bathroom. Without thinking he found himself driving towards Gina's Gentlemen's Club. What the hell, he thought. He's probably just check out some of the young twats, feel them up while getting a lap dance and beat himself off later that night.
Things didn't quite work out that way. Frank went to Gina's often enough to know when there was a new girl. Upon arriving he simply couldn't take his eyes off this one.
She was sitting in one of the booths in the corner, probably waiting for her first dance. Frank walked over to the booth and sat down, as it was not uncommon to chat with the dancers at Gina's.
"Hey you pretty little thing," Frank said to the girl. "I haven't seen you here before. Please tell me you plan on being a regular."
The young girl's eyes lit up, appreciating the attention from the older man.
"Oh yes!" she exclaimed. "Well, probably. See, I've never danced nak... I mean stripped before, so I need to find out what it's like. But I really think the money will be good. I'm a little nervous, can you tell?"
Frank chuckled to himself, realizing the girl was far beyond nervous. She looked as though she was about to have a breakdown. Girls came in here to dance for a variety of reasons. Attention, empowerment, money. Mostly money, so the girl's explanation was common.
"What's your name darling?" he asked.
"I'm Ash... I mean, I'm Dee," she said, biting her lower lip and looking away. "Actually, I'm Ashley," the young girl whispered. "But they told me I shouldn't give people my real name. Like I could ever get used to doing that! You seem nice enough ... don't tell anyone else though, okay?"
"It'll be our little secret honey," Frank said, feeling a bulge in his pants growing. "Looks like it's your turn!"
Ashley's eyes turned big as she looked at the stage. The previous dancer was stepping off the stage, and she was motioning for Ashley to take her place. Ashley looked back at Frank, flashed him a timid smile and walked briskly to the stage.
Frank and the 15 to 20 other men in the club clapped momentarily as the club's manager, Don, announced that there would be a new girl on display.
