This story was submitted for the Nude Day Story Contest 2023. Please be aware there is little sexual activity depicted.
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"Well, it seems I've been invited to a strip club," answered Phil when his wife asked how his day had been.
"What? You're kidding!"
"Nope. And to cap it off, I got the idea I have to go."
"Why? They can't force you to go, can they?"
"No, but they could make life difficult for me, you know, being newly hired and all."
"Is this something they do a lot?"
"I don't know but it's Bill's bachelor party and even though I don't know him or the whole team very well, I got the idea I should go and celebrate with them."
"Let me get this straight. Someone you barely know at a new job in a new town expects you to go celebrate his bachelor party at a strip club?"
"Yeah, that's basically it."
"Gonna go?"
"Look, Hon, I know you hate the very idea of strip clubs and the objectivization of women. I get that. But I'm kinda in a bind. If I don't go, then things could get uncomfortable for me at the new job and we've just moved here. What would happen if I was shunned or lost the job? We'd be screwed."
"Yeah, you're right. My job search is pretty much at a standstill though I've turned in a few applications."
"Let's think about it and I can decide later. It's not for another five weeks or so."
"Have they told you where it is?"
"Apparently there's only one in the whole region. It's called the Kitty Klub."
"Oh, I've seen it out on Westhammer Road past the city limits. I thought it was just your ordinary dive bar."
"Nope. When I asked, they told me the cover is fifty bucks, drinks are atrociously expensive and you're expected to throw money at the dancers, as well."
"Uh, what about those
private
sessions I've heard about? Do they have those?"
"I dunno, but I would guess they do."
"Phil, Hon, you know how I hate the very thought of you going but in order to keep peace at work and keep your job, I guess you should go. But I'm gonna put my foot down. No private dances in the back room. You stay out front with the crowd, OK?"
"Absolutely. I'm fine with it. Shit, you're my wife, I love you and I would never do anything that calls my faithfulness into question. I'll stay up front."
"Even if some hot, big-boobed blonde tries to invite you in back?"
"Even then," he promised with a warm kiss.
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After the dishes were done and the two were sitting quietly reading and doing a little bit of computer work, Kate looked over at her husband. She was so in love with him and had been ever since their third or fourth date, even though it took him nearly a year to propose. He was a nice combination of nerd chic and muscles; he was slightly thin, wore trendy glasses and was smart as hell, yet he had a nice body with well-defined muscles from his years of swimming. She had considered herself the luckiest woman on the planet when he married her and had never regretted it for one second. And deep in her heart she knew he probably didn't want to go to the strip club. She had never seen him let his eyes linger as he looked at other women and the few occasions when women had flirted with him at parties or whatnot, he politely extricated himself from the situation without offending anyone. And he always came home to her without any weird or unexplained gaps in his day. Yes, she knew he was the real deal.
But, niggling in the back of her mind was the tiny worry he might find one of those dancers to be seriously attractive and be tempted to take things too far. On the other hand, she knew he wouldn't, would he? Or...maybe?
She always considered herself reasonably attractive and, as the old country-western song said, behind closed doors she could really 'let her hair down'. They both enjoyed sex whether it was slow lovemaking or spicier, even kinky, play. But those girls, those women at strip clubs were trained to separate men from their money by whatever method they could. And what guy, given enough alcohol and peer pressure, could turn down a stacked babe offering a private viewing in the back room?
That night in bed she found herself attacking him, first with a world-class blow job and then riding him cowgirl style, letting her breasts slide over his chest off and on, something she knew he absolutely loved. When he came, he seemed to groan louder than usual, something which triggered in her one of her best orgasms in over a year.
Once they snuggled together and after he fell asleep, her mind continued to race. Why had he been so vocal? That was unusual. Was he imagining himself with one of those girls at the club? Was he fantasizing the whole time? After several hours of worry, she finally fell asleep exhausted.
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They didn't discuss things any further for the next few days but on the following weekend the subject came up again, that is, she brought it up after another wild session of sex.
"You seem to be a little wilder in the sack lately, Honey."
"You think?"
"Yeah. Uh, why do you think that is?"
"I didn't honestly think I was."
"Well, look at you. You moaned like crazy and usually you're pretty quiet. Were you, uh, were you thinking of something else, someone else?"
"Uh, Kate, I'm sure you fantasize about others now and then, like I do. It doesn't mean I don't love you, it's just a head game."
"Well, who was she?"
"Who was who?"
"The gal you were fantasizing about."
"No one in particular. Look, let's please drop this. I've never inquired about your fantasy guys and I don't think this is something we need to divulge to each other."
"OK, you're right. I guess I'm feeling slightly vulnerable right now."
"Vulnerable? Why?"
"Oh, the whole strip club thing."
"Hon, you're kidding. Right?"
"No, not really. I'm afraid you'll see some hot babe and forget about me."
He rolled over to her and looked at her directly in the eye. "You have absolutely nothing to worry about. I'm sure while those gals may be superficially attractive, they can't hold a candle to you where it counts."
"Oh, Sweetie, that's so nice of you. But I'm a girl and we've been raised in our society to worship looks and we compare ourselves..."
"And you're unbelievably beautiful and I love
you
and no one else. I'll probably go to this thing, have a drink or two, toss some bills at the feet of the dancers and leave as soon as socially appropriate."
"Still, they're probably gorgeous."
"I wouldn't be surprised if some weren't a bit hard around the edges. The life of a stripper can be pretty tough. And even if they're pretty, I'm still coming home to you, I promise. And I promise no backroom stuff."
"OK," she answered meekly.
"I love you and don't you ever forget it. OK?"
"OK."
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Kate was surprised at herself and how worried she was about the whole thing. She had never doubted her husband's love for her or his fidelity. But there was just something about the idea of a strip club which bugged her. Off and on over the next several days her mind kept going back to the same old topic and try as she might, it bothered her. There was one good thing that came out of her anxiety, however. Sex with Phil was the best she'd had in months.
One day she got a call from a potential job site to come in for an interview. The caller was the owner of a wholesale nursery outside of town who needed someone to work in the propagation center. Kate was excited to think her degree in botany could actually be put to use in a new job. The interview went well and since the owner hinted she wanted to have Kate come onboard, she was on cloud nine on her way home.
Since it was such a nice day, Kate decided to drive around and explore the countryside. Instead of returning on the interstate, she eventually found herself on Westhammer Road. As the Kitty Klub appeared ahead on the right, she realized her car was slowing and stopping at the parking lot without her even consciously thinking about it. The building looked freshly painted and the parking lot had apparently been recently asphalted and striped. There were nearly twenty cars parked in front and more could be seen down a narrow driveway towards the back. She realized they must be doing pretty well.
Suddenly, she found herself out of the car and walking up to the front door, as if driven by an unseen force. Upon entering, she heard a sultry tune playing on the sound system and behind a rather large, tattooed bald-headed man, she could tell the room was dimly lit.
"May I help you?"
"Uh, I was, uh, passing by and thought I'd check it out."
"Not looking for a job, then?"
"No! No," she laughed nervously. "What's the cover?"
"For ladies, it's free. Gents cost fifty."
"Mind if I peek in and maybe get a drink?"
"Be my guest. Bar's on the left."
As she headed to the bar, she saw the stage to her right. A fairly young appearing woman, probably in her mid-twenties, was in the beginning of her apparent routine. She wore a long, shimmering gown and had a feather boa looped around her neck. Once at the bar, Kate ordered an unbelievably expensive rum and coke before turning around to watch the stripper. She gyrated and strutted across the stage in time with the music as she slowly pulled down the zipper in front, inch by inch. Once the zipper was open to her pelvis, the dancer slowly teased the gown off her shoulders and shimmied it to her waist. A few customers in front of her hooted and tossed some bills on the stage floor which brought a coy smile to her face. Next the dress was slowly pushed over her hips and dropped to the floor. She stood up and thrust her chest to the audience. After several trips across the stage, she reached up and opened the front of her sequined bra, teasingly holding it over her nipples until the men threw more cash at her. Smiling again, she tossed the bra but kept her hands covering her nipples. She looked down at the men and once a few more bills were tossed her way, she dropped her hands. All that remained was the world's tiniest G-string. Whistling and calls to 'take it off' erupted as she shyly shook her head from side to side as she danced and swayed to the music, thrusting her chest towards the crowd.
"Gentlemen," came a voice over the loud speaker, "Ginger is a shy one. If you want to see more, you'll need to convince her."
