I was really angry when Seymour told Alfred that I had performed at a strip club. (See my story, Alfred The Great). So I thought I should tell you what happened because nothing serious occurred. I don't want anyone to get the wrong idea even though it goes against the grain to divulge this event.
Seymour had, from time to time, spoken about strip clubs and had tried many times to get me to go to one. I admit that I was curious about strip clubs. It was not something that he could ever press me on. I would clam up and act like Seymour was a pervert. However, I had always kept it as a fantasy in the back of my mind.
My theory is that all women, no matter how modest, have an exhibitionist streak in them to some degree. We like to show off, especially when we think we are attractive or have a nice body. Without being pretentious, I think that I fall into both of these categories.
There are always guys hovering around me and I occasionally tell Seymour stories of being hit on. When it's a young guy hitting on me, Seymour is assured of some action that night.
Some years ago we spent a few days in Amsterdam, leaving the kids with Seymour's parents. One night we went out to dinner after spending the afternoon looking round the red light district, which, as it happened was just one street away from our hotel. I was wearing a very short and tight skirt and as I sat, it rode up my thighs almost to my panties, which sort of demonstrated my earlier point of women and their exhibition streak as I think my legs and ass are my best assets.
At dinner, Seymour was plying me with wine, I knew by that, that he was trying to get me to want to do something a little more sexually daring. I was being coy but I could see the wheels spinning in his head. Throughout dinner Seymour would run his hand along my bare thigh under the table. I thought that he was still thinking of all the girls behind those red glass doors advertising their wares. At first I brushed his hand away and looked around to see if anyone was looking. But eventually I let him explore a little more. He didn't push me too far.
As we were walking back to our hotel after dinner Seymour asked me where I wanted to go suggesting a bar or even a night club. I gave a vague 'I don't know type of answer' so Seymour decided to go for broke and asked me if I wanted to go to a strip club. I didn't say no but I did express some hesitation. Previously when Seymour suggested a strip club, my main concern was that I may be seen by someone we knew, but being in Amsterdam, that was not a concern. That only left the concern of being harassed or stared at lewdly.
If I was going to do it, I needed to be left alone and allowed to simply see what one of these clubs was like. But I was curious. I wondered how the girls did what they did and how the guys reacted. I was concerned that the guys would get carried away and what that would mean for me.
Seymour promised me that these places didn't typically get too rowdy. The clubs have security to keep things in check. So I agreed to give it a try if Seymour promised we would leave immediately if I felt uncomfortable. Seymour told me there was a place in the red light district that we passed as we walked around earlier in the day. So I hesitantly agreed to give it a go.
We arrived and paid the cover charge and went in. As soon as we entered, I was surprised to see a girl dancing on the stage completely naked.
We made our way to an open area not too close to the stage but not all the way at the back either. A topless girl made her way up to us and I was a little uncomfortable as she stood over Seymour with her large tits inches from Seymour's face as she took our drinks order.
After she returned with our drinks I started asking Seymour questions about what the girls would do. I gradually relaxed and started to enjoying watching the girl dancing. I hate to admit it, but she was very sexy and danced pretty good.
It was when her strip act was finished and a couple came onto the stage and started fucking that I realised the place was a sex club rather than a strip club.
"There's a group of about five or six guys standing behind us," Seymour let me know when we were on to our second drink. "And they are checking out your legs and ass."
I casually glanced back at them and saw that they were probably in their early twenties.
"There's no way those guys would be interested in looking at the ass of a woman twenty years older than them," I replied, "especially with all these young naked girls wandering around."
"Oh you're wrong," Seymour disagreed, "I think they're on a stag do and they would indeed be interested. What you're not allowed to see is always more interesting that what you are allowed to see. I think they will be picturing how your bare ass and pussy looks."
I blushed but I was also getting turned on as I could tell so was Seymour.
I thought that some of the naked waitresses were also intrigued by the few women that were in the audience.
I saw the young dancer that was on stage when we first entered the club was making her way through the crowd as we were having this discussion and came up to us and introduced herself as Angel.
She started to chat up Seymour which did not please me much.
"Would you like a private dance," Angel asked my husband.
Seymour looked at me, I could see that he was very interested. I shook my head no which Seymour confirmed.
"I can do a special dance for couples," she turned to me and said. "You are so beautiful."
"Yes, she is," Seymour confirmed which made my day and dissipated any anger I had towards him for flirting with Angel.
