"I think you would really enjoy a, "Lap Dance."
"I think I'd wrinkle your suit."
"No, you misunderstand. I want YOU to get a lap dance."
Looking at him, not quite sure of his intentions. "Would they let me?"
"I promise they will."
"I..., I don't know...?"
"Well..., if you agree, I'll give you $500 and you can do with it as you please."
"You'll give me $500?"
"I will."
"And what do I have to do..., to earn this $500?"
"Enjoy the lap dance."
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Beth didn't want to go to the boutique.
I'd picked her up for our usual Thursday luncheon date, lunch always preceded by a shopping trip, most recently to the boutique that catered to those of the more sexually, "deviant," persuasion, and then followed by a matinee at our out of the way motel.
Today, however, when I picked her up, she asked if I could take her back to the strip club where I'd taken her the previous Saturday night.
"Leave something behind?" I asked.
"No," she replied, giving me a kiss, "there were questions that I should have asked the dancers, and some that I'd like to ask now. Do you mind?"
"You want me to take you to a place where young women take their clothes off and dance suggestively right in front of me..., and you want to know if I mind...?"
Aside from her surprising request, she'd also showed an unexpected capacity for restraint in her wardrobe selection. The last two times I'd picked her up, she was dressed like a, "Hooker," no other way to describe it.
Today, she was wearing a tailored white mini skirt which, barely, covered her ass, and a sheer black, pin dot, button front blouse that wasn't tucked in, a black demi cup bra underneath. The top three of six buttons..., were unbuttoned. I assumed she was wearing the matching thong.
Very sexy and stylish.
Driving to the city, it occurred to me that the club might not be open in the daytime, but I remembered an advertisement I'd seen one time, where they were offering a, "Free Luncheon Buffet," so the worst that could happen was a ride there and then, if they were closed, a short drive to the boutique.
They were open.
On top of the, "Free Buffet," they had free admission! The, "Security Consultant" of the day was, "Anthony," who greeted us and led us to a table adjacent to the main stage. "And what brings you two here today?" he asked. Beth answered, "We came on Saturday night, my first time ever in a Strip..., in a Gentleman's Club, and I had such a good time, I asked if we could come back today."
"Well, thank you," Anthony replied, "good for you and good for us. Unless you have something else in mind, let me offer you a complimentary split of champagne to get you started."
Beth stood up and gave him a kiss on the cheek and a big smiley, "Thank you!"
While we waited for our waitress, I noticed a couple of other things. First, there weren't more than a dozen men in the place. Second, the Main Stage was the only one in use, the dancer listlessly going through the motions with only one guy sitting at the stage.
Beth noticed too. "Some things haven't changed. That is a pretty girl dancing and no one is paying any attention."
"Hate to say it Baby, but when you offer free admission and free food..., this is your clientele!"
Anthony arrived with the waitress, and they made a production of serving the champagne. After pouring the bubbly, Beth and I toasted him, but then she asked, "Is it going to be this slow in here all day?"
Looking around, as if noticing for the first time that there was no one in the building, he smiled and answered, "Oh, it will be picking up in a few minutes. Don't worry."
We tipped the waitress and they left.
Watching the dancer on stage finish her set, we were surprised with the new girl when she appeared.
Like the first girl, she was very attractive, but it was VERY obvious that she'd had her breasts surgically enhanced. These things looked like watermelons!
"Gawd," Beth gasped, "what could she have been thinking when she had THOSE done?"
"Maybe you get a discount for a volume purchase?" I replied, drawing a loud guffaw from Beth.
After we'd finished our glass of champagne, we got up to go to the buffet, Beth gawking at the girl as we walked past the stage.
I noticed, as Anthony had promised, that more men were coming into the building as time went on, interestingly, almost all dressed in suits.
After filling our plates, Beth asked if I'd take hers, as she needed to use the lady's room.
I made it back to our table without incident, a new dancer on the stage.
Alternating watching the new girl dance and watching for Beth, I was also struck by the number of guys streaming into the club, again most of them wearing suits. In a matter of fifteen minutes, the place was half full.
The dancer on stage was the most attractive so far, tiny in stature, but with a great body. With her dark hair and cocoa skin, I figured her to be a Brazilian, but she didn't seem to have fake boobs, contrary to what we'd been told about the girls from Brazil on Saturday night.
While watching her, I saw Bath immerge from the ladies room and start to walk back to our table. I looked up just in time to see the young lady on stage drop the dress she was wearing onto the floor, exposing a body that was even more lovely than what it had appeared a moment before.
Looking for Beth again, expecting her to be nearby, I was surprised to see her still on the far side of the stage, engaged in a conversation with three suits at a stage side table. All three men were gesturing with their hand, pointing at Beth. She was laughing, pointing at herself, and gesturing with her hands also. One of the guys stood up and then bent forward, looking closely, it seemed, at her chest. She did a slow pirouette then waved and started to walk toward our table again.
Wondering what she was up to, I watched her now, but when she got to the edge of the stage, two guys sitting there stopped her, their hand gestures identical to those used by the other three guys. Turning, she leaned forward, her head between the two men, in a discussion with both of them. Watching, I noticed an older gentleman sitting at a small table behind the three of them. After watching her for a few seconds, he tilted his head to the right..., and looked under her skirt!
His smile said everything!
She continued her conversation with the two men, oblivious to her performance for the man behind her. Then, standing up straight while twisting her shoulders right and then left, she put her hands on both men's shoulders, said something that made both of them laugh, and then continued back to me.
When she was ten feet from me, I realized why she'd become so popular.
She'd removed her bra, and I was sure, her thong also!
Her breasts, with the tiny triangle tan lines and dark pink nipples, were clearly visible through the sheer black material of her blouse.
"Having fun?" once she'd sat down.
"Yes," with a big smile,
"Is this what you'd wanted to find out when you decided to come back here today?"
"What? What am I trying to find out?"
"From what I could see, I think you were interested to see if you could get more attention than the performers? And, by the look of things, you outperformed the girl on stage...," as I pointed toward the dancer, and the five men seated at the stage, "six to five."
"What do you mean?"
"She's got five guys sitting and paying attention to her. You had six."
Looking back, I could see her counting. "I only talked to five men. The three on the other side of the stage and the two sitting at the stage. Where did you get six?"
"Look at the two guys at the stage, and then look directly to their right. See the gentleman with the blue tie...?"
"Yes," she answered, as he looked right back at her.
"Well, when you bent over to talk to those men..., he was looking up your skirt. I'll bet he had the best seat in the house!"
Laughing, she lifted the last of her champagne and saluted him with her glass. Then turning to me, she added, "Men are such pigs!"
The man in the blue tie, lifted his glass, nodded and then toasted Beth.
About that time, the DJ announced, "Crystal..., Main stage..., Crystal!"
Music was playing and men were moving to the stage, but..., no Crystal?
Then a tiny spotlight illuminated the center of the curtain on the back of the stage.
The volume was turned up, and a, "vision," in white appeared from behind the curtain.
Blond hair, her beautiful face sparkled in the spotlight, blue eyes visible from where we were sitting. She was wearing a long white gown, cowl front cut to her bellybutton, more than half of her chest exposed, side slit up over her hips, where another piece of cloth was sewn on, dipping so low that half of her ass was visible, before falling to match the front at her ankles. Her platform shoes sparkled too, but not as radiantly as her face.
"My God she's beautiful," Beth breathed, barely audible.
That was a sentiment that seemed to be universal, as every seat at the stage was suddenly filled.
Looking at her blouse, I saw that Beth still had the top three buttons, unbuttoned. Reaching over, I unbuttoned two more, only the bottom button holding the blouse, somewhat, closed.
Looking at me, she watched as I took a fold of paper money out of my pocket.
"Would you like to go up to the stage and give her a few dollars?" I asked.
"I don't know what to do," she answered, watching as the girl danced seductively to the music.
"Watch the men," I said, "they'll show you what to do. But, when she holds open her garter, to let you slip the money in, slip it into the front of her g-string instead."
"What, if she wants me to put it in her garter?"
"Believe me, just do it,"
Standing, and taking the money, she looked at the stage, then turned, "There aren't any seats."
"Just walk up to the stage, you'll get a seat."
Walking four or five steps forward, she stopped behind the line of men sitting stage side. A guy three seats to her right noticed her and got up. Holding the chair for her, his eyes never moved above her chin. Once she was seated, standing behind her, he leaned on the back of the chair, his head bent forward, looking down the front of her blouse.
She was right..., "Men are pigs!"
Now sitting at the stage, Beth immediately drew the attention of every man in viewing range.
