The next morning Lisa woke a bit before Bill's alarm and just watched him sleep. She thought about what he had confessed to her the night before. Her main emotion was relief that Bill hadn't done anything to endanger their health or their relationship. As far as she was concerned, one lap dance, or a few a year, even if he came in his pants, wasn't really cheating. The fact that the woman he chose for a lap dance was, just like his favorite porn star, a doppelganger, told her what he really wanted. She struggled with feelings of guilt and shame at her neglect, and also the feeling that she was pushing too hard on the sex to try to make up for her years of neglect in the bedroom.
After Bill's alarm went off and he had woken, Lisa said, "Good morning, buddy, did you sleep well?"
"Yeah, babe, you?"
"Really well. Hey, I know I was in the drivers' seat yesterday, and when I start something new, I get a little obsessed. So I'm going to back off a little and let you call the shots."
Bill said, "How can I possibly say no to that, babe? You know what I want, what I really, really want?"
Lisa laughed and sang, "Tell me what you want, what you really really want?"
"I want to get up and pee, I have to go really bad. Then I want to have a nice few minutes having coffee with my gorgeous, sexy and smart wife before I head off to the mine."
"Well, spending time with you without your cock inside me is a burden," Lisa said in a false tone of worn-out exasperation, "but I think I can do it." When she rose to get out of bed, Bill planted a light swat on her behind, and she shook her ass playfully as she went to her bathroom.
When Bill came out of his bathroom, he saw that Lisa had put on a short white terrycloth robe. "Hey, that's a new one," he said.
"Yeah, that lube went everywhere, so I need to wash my silk one. I hope this one still looks good to you."
"Actually, I like it. It's kind of 'everyday sexy'."
As Lisa got the coffee started, Bill continued, "Babe, you know I'm a simple man with simple tastes."
Lisa laughed, "Hardly, but go on."
"Sometimes simple things are the hardest to do, and today I just want us to be a couple who have a really good sex life, but like it's just part of our life now, no big deal. That 'Daddy' stuff really gets my motor running, and I want you to keep doing it. But today, I'm 'Bill' or 'buddy' or even 'lover,' because you're confident in your sexuality. There doesn't need to be a show — you have nothing to prove. If we talk about what we did or what we're going to do, sexually, that's cool, but we also talk about everything else in our life. We still engage in play and fun and kinky stuff, but on an average day, we're everyday sexy, like that robe. It shows off your gorgeous legs, but it also helps you dry off after a bath. It acknowledges a fact, a wonderful and sexy fact, but it's subtle, not glaring"
Lisa took a moment to reply, "I think I see where you're going, and I love it by the way, but you're going to have to guide me a bit."
"Sure. Let's say you're making coffee and I just came out to join you. Just stand still and I'll give you a couple of examples."
"I come up behind you like this and just give you a hug." Bill wrapped his arms around Lisa and she stood still, as he had asked. "Then maybe you push back into me and just rub your butt up and down slowly, but only for a second." Lisa sensually pushed back and rubbed Bill. "That was great, but even more subtle would be nicer. What you're saying to me with your body is yeah, we've had mornings where I've bent you over the counter, or I've slowly pushed you onto you knees so you could blow me, or you've sat up on the counter and pulled my head in to eat you out, and that might or might not happen this morning — no matter, the hug, and you pushing back, just confirms, yeah, this is who we are as a couple."
"Um hmm," She nodded, "do you have another example?"
Bill was still holding her, "OK, so let's say we were a little rough the night before. I'm going to do something to acknowledge it without using words, and you make a comment that says what you liked, and maybe something that you want more or less of. But you say it out loud, not whispered, because we're so comfortable with each other that this conversation is like any other. Ready?"
Lisa nodded.
Bill reached under her robe and gave her left nipple a firm, quick pinch. Lisa said out loud, "I liked it when you were rough with my breasts last night, so next time you can go even harder." She was blushing a bit when she finished.
She turned around and his smile told her that she had hit the target. He said, "Hey babe, I know this is hard for you but do you think you can do this today?"
"Yes, Dadd-I mean lover," Lisa said.
They both fixed bowls of whole grain high protein granola in almond milk, and ate and chatted about the day to come and their weekend trip.
On her way to Prime Fitness, Lisa called Dr. Melody Armbruster's office to make an appointment. To her surprise, Mel's receptionist said that they had an opening for her today. "Are you sure? It's not an emergency," Lisa asked. She expected to be scheduled a week or two out, after their trip. "No," the receptionist replied, "for you, today at 4 is when Dr. Armbruster can see you."
Lisa did a leg day at Prime Fitness, and before hitting the shower, she went to the back, where Del, the owner, had an office, next to an unmarked door. She heard some faint music through the door. Del looked up from his desk and Lisa said, "Dee told me to swing by and see her in this mysterious back room?"
Del gave her a smile and replied, "I don't let most people back there, but my favorite banker can have the run of the place. Just let yourself in, it's not locked. And tell them to turn it down."
Lisa smiled and thanked Del. I guess today is special treatment day, she thought to herself.
Lisa opened the door to a room with mirrors on the wall and four short runways leading to golden poles. Dee was suspended, legs up, head down, on the one closest to the door. Another woman, a tall thin blonde, was rotating around the pole behind Dee's runway, her legs wrapped around it and her body at a 90 degree angle. Lisa marveled at the strength it took to pull off that move.
As Dee saw her, she jumped off her pole and came over to Lisa. "Hey, so glad you stopped by."
"I know you just a little bit, but I know enough that when you say to stop by somewhere, it's probably worth it. You seem to know all the secret rooms around town. By the way, Del says to turn it down."
Dee walked over to the controls for a stereo in the corner, and cranked the volume for a minute. Then, she turned it down a bit.
"Had to let my Oppositional Defiant Disorder out for a stretch," she said smiling. As they were talking, the blonde dancer dismounted the pole and walked over. Dee whispered, "just play along here."
"Dee, who's your pretty friend?" the woman inquired.
"Ellen, this is Lisa. She dances at the Tiger Room in Denver, but she's up visiting family for a while, so I talked to Ronny, and he said she could dance at the Tip Top. Lisa, meet Ellen."
Ellen shook Lisa's outstretched hand and said, "Hi, I'm Roxy on stage. You must be really good for an older performer, for Ronny to have you on stage. Are you working mornings then? And what's your stage name?"
Dee said, "She's dancing weekend nights, Ellen. Lisa, I'm sorry, I forgot your nom de dance."
Ellen seemed to be really upset by what Dee said, for some reason Lisa couldn't fathom. In answer to Dee's question, Lisa used the first name that popped into her head, "It's Candy. My signature song is that Iggy Pop / Kate Pierson song, something only we old people remember."
Dee started laughing. "Ellen, this is my friend, Lisa. She's not a dancer, she's a banker. Lisa, I just fucked with Ellen because weekend nights are prime time, and you have to work at the club a long time to move up to that slot. Mornings are the worst. As you can gather from that remark, and from the bitchy comment about your age, Ellen has a few insecurities that she's working out."
"Fuck you, Dee," Ellen said with a half smile. "OK, I'll put my bitch on a leash. It is nice to meet you, Lisa, and I'm sorry about that remark."
Lisa said, "Hey, I'm old, I own it. Good to meet you. You must be so strong to be able to hold that pose on the pole. There's no way I could do that. I'm really impressed."
Ellen responded to Lisa's praise with a big smile that showed off her perfect white teeth. She also moved closer to Lisa, and Lisa saw that she was wearing heavy makeup, her lips were swollen, and she had hard, plasticy breasts under her tiny sequined bra. "Well, beautiful, if you want to stop by the club some night, I'd be happy to give you a private dance so you can see some of my other talents."
"I've never been," Lisa said, "but I think maybe my husband would enjoy it more than me."
"You should totally come on couples night! I really like dancing for couples, knowing that they're going to go home and get their rocks off thinking about me," Ellen offered.
"That does sound like fun. I would like to see some more of your and Dee's pole work."
"Well, I gotta go," Ellen/Roxy said, "my Dave hates it if I'm away from him too long. Nice to meet you Lisa, and I'll see you at the club, hooker." As she turned to walk away, Lisa noticed the word "Bimbo" tattooed above her ass in rainbow-colored script. It was very easy to see since she was wearing a tiny glitter g-string.
Dee, by contrast, was wearing exercise clothes. She grinned and said, "Ellen is not as vacant as she puts on — she's a college grad and knows more about feminist theory than anyone else I know. Her Dave is just a sweetheart. He's a nerd who writes code in his basement and makes tons of money. They both have a bimbo fetish — you know, the lip fillers, the crazy makeup, the massive Barbie tits. She would call herself a feminist, by the way."
"Definitely third wave," Lisa said. "I'd never heard of that particular fetish, but I want to look it up and see if I can understand why she finds it empowering,"
"As you can tell, she puts a lot of work into it," Dee said.
Lisa paused and took another look around, "Well, this was cool, thank you for showing it to me. I have to hit the showers and get to work."
"I'll go with you. I think I'm done for today. Plus I think I have something to show you," Dee said.
