Jeff was a normal guy, 35 years old, 6 foot 2 inches, and 180 pounds. He had been at his normal, boring office job for the past 8 years. Sally, his wife, who was 32, 5 foot, 6 inches and 140 pounds, luscious D cup breasts, blonde hair and blue eyes, was a very attractive woman who worked as a receptionist for the local dentist. Everything was normal for the two of them, they married in college bought a house, and enjoyed going out with friends every now and then. Most of the time they went out together as a couple but sometimes one of them would go out with their friends. This particular Friday night was one of the times where they went out with their friends instead of each other. Jeff was going with a few of the guys to a strip club, this was about a twice a month affair with Jeff, and Sally was going to her book club meeting.
At the strip club, the boys were having fun, tipping strippers an occasional lap dance (both open and private lap dances), drinking and discussing how the strippers looked. Jeff was watching one of the strippers perform enjoying a Jack and coke when he felt a hand touch him on his shoulder. Jeff turned around and almost spit out his drink at the sight that he saw. There stood a gorgeous redhead about five feet eight, 145 pounds with what looked like a very firm set of DD'S and the most seductive set of blue eyes he'd ever seen. She was definitely one of the strippers, with her very short skirt and what appeared to a black thong underneath.
"Hi. I'm Brooke, "she said. Her voice somehow pierced through the loud music and entered Jeff's ear. It like there was no music at all, her voice hit all his sensitive areas just like she had touched him with her body.
"Hi. I'm Jeff." He said stammering, he was stunned by her looks almost like he was in a trance.
"Hi Jeff," she said as she pulled up a chair next to him.
"Jeff let me asked you something, would you like a private dance?"
"No thank you Brooke. I'm married and my wife doesn't mind if I come here but she always says no private dances." Jeff said finally gaining his composer.
"Aww, that's too bad, "said Brooke. Once again, every word just penetrating Jeff's brain like they were in a soundproof room.
"Well no private dance then, but how does she feel about an open dance?"
Jeff was memorized by every word she spoke it was almost like he was getting extremely drunk just on her words. Sally didn't mind if Jeff got open lap dances is was only private dances, she did not like
