---The following is a fictionalised version of events based on The Hungry Duck Club in Moscow; videos of which are available on sites such as Dailymotion. Any similarities to any real people is entirely coincidental, however events SIMILAR to this do/did take place.---
I trembled slightly as I fumbled in my purse for the entrance fee. A burly, bald security doorman scowled impatiently; and coughed into his hands in a vain attempt to warm them up. I handed over the money, and he stepped aside to allow me through the threshold. Melanie was waiting for me on the other side.
"You took your time. Ready to go in?"
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How I had let Melanie talk me into this I'll never know. This was our third night in this foreign, city and to be frank, we'd gotten slightly bored of all the usual touristy things. We'd done all the museums and attractions and were ready to shake things up a bit, but I was not expecting this.
Melanie had been to the city once before, and had suggested visiting the Impact club earlier that evening. In hindsight, I should have noticed the slight giggle and mischievous smile which spread across her (incredibly pretty) face.
I definitely should have clicked when Melanie insisted on selecting my outfit for the night out. My favourite tight jeans and floral top were discarded by Melanie in favour of a short skirt and revealing blouse. She even selected my underwear, deciding that I was to wear an incredibly tiny black thong and matching bra. I attempted to ask why this particular outfit was necessary but Melanie was incredibly coy. Nonetheless, she dressed in almost identical attire, and so I gathered that it must have been suitable.
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I sat in my seat in the dark club and looked around. Music was blaring loudly and lights strobed wildly around the room. Melanie had known. How could she not have? Sure, she feigned innocence, but when we had seen the sign outside for the Male Strip Show, Melanie had given herself away. She'd always had a terrible poker face.
I'd never seen strippers before. I didn't really know what to expect. Sure, I'd seen guys naked, I'd had boyfriends, but I wasn't exactly what you'd call confident about sex. Sexual stuff was, to me, something private, that happened behind closed doors and that you didn't tell anyone about.
I gulped as the music dipped and the DJ made an announcement:
'Alright ladies here's what you've all been waiting for! Please make your way to your seats, the show is about to begin!'
An excited chatter arose, as women began taking their seats. It was an incredibly unusual arrangement in this club. There was a bar right in the centre of the club, surrounded by rows of seats. The bar had a vertical pole sticking out of it, connected to the low ceiling. The rest of the room was more typical, with various areas for dancing, and a few booths for resting tired feet.
Melanie hurried over to me clutching a tall glass of something awful-looking.
"Thanks for saving me a seat honey" said Melanie.
"Thanks for getting me a drink" I remarked, gesturing at the solitary glass in Melanie's hand.
"You don't drink" she said.
"So they didn't have soft drinks?"
"Oh shh you!" huffed Melanie, pretending to be cross. "Now shut up, it's about to start".
This was it. I could feel my heart beating faster and faster - or that could have just been the vibrations from the music. The lights flashed quicker and quicker as the music increased to a huge crescendo.
Suddenly the lights went out. After a few moments, a spotlight hit the stage. A man was stood there, dressed in a sharp suit and sunglasses. The entire room squealed with delight as he surveyed his audience.
He slowly and sensuously removed his suit jacket and threw it into the baying crowd. Two women tugged ferociously at it until it tore in half. The man continued his routine, dancing in time to the music and unhooking his tie and unbuttoning his shirt. He stepped down off the bar-cum-stage and wrapped his tie around the neck of a good-looking blonde in the front row, pulling her face into his chest. Melanie screamed next to me. She was loving every second. I regretted getting seats so close to the front.
He moved along the front row, strutting his stuff as women shrieked and reached out to grab him as he walked by. He was gorgeous, no question, and as he threw his shirt into the third row, I could see how muscular he was.
Suddenly he stopped. He turned his head slightly. I shrank into my seat as he made eye contact with me. Slowly, he raised a finger and pointed at me. My stomach fell thirty storeys. What did this mean?
Melanie went crazy. She stomped her feet and clapped with excitement. The man walked over until he was stopped dead in front of me.
"You're so lucky!" Melanie whispered to me.
He reached out a hand for me to take. I hesitated. However, hundreds of women screaming around me meant I couldn't exactly back down. Nervously, I reached out, and without warning, he swept me into his arms and carried me onto the stage.
I had no idea what was going on. As all eyes turned to us, he pulled me close and began dancing with me. His hands pulled at my hips, urging me ever closer. I felt his bulge pressed against me and felt a slight tingle of pleasure inside me.
Suddenly, he pushed me, firmly but yet gently to my knees. My face was level with his groin now and I was fixated. He grabbed the waistband of his trousers, and looked around for approval from the crowd. They hollered with agreement, and he happily obliged. He ripped his trousers off revealing his huge package in a tiny white thong.
I knew it shouldn't, but this really turned me on. As far as I knew, men only wore baggy, unflattering boxer shorts but here was a man whose underwear displayed his genitals in the most impressive possible manner.
