I had to go to a meeting out of town with one of the companies I represent, and Linda decided that she wanted to go with me. Usually she doesn’t even want to think about going, saying how boring they were, but this time she said she just needed to get out of town. The first two nights we were there were just the usual group dinners and activities. On the third night we were free to do what we wanted to do.
I rented a car and we drove across town to a nice Italian restaurant that was one of my favorites when I was in town. We had a fun dinner and drank a couple of bottles of wine, and feeling very relaxed, got back in the car. Linda looked over and grinned and said, “Well now…what’s next?”
I shrugged and said, “I don’t know – what are you up for?”
We went back and forth with the usual ‘I don’t care’ and ‘whatever you want to do,’ so we weren’t making much progress. We approached a traffic light and as I slowed down, I saw up the way a nice gentlemen’s club that the guys usually went to when we were in town. I pointed it out to Linda.’’
“Well, we could always go there. You’ve always said that you wanted to see what one was like on the inside. Now here’s your chance – you’re out of town and won’t run into anyone you know.”
She looked over at me and said, “I’ll bet you planned to drive back this way, hoping you could get me in there, didn’t you?”
I just grinned and said, “Now would I ever do anything like that? You know me better than that.”
She laughed and said, “That’s why I said it, because I DO know you. But that’s why I love you, hon. OK, I’ll go…but only for a little while.”
My heart jumped as she agreed, and I pulled the car into the parking lot and came to a stop. I leaned over and kissed her and said, “I’ll bet you will enjoy it.”
“I know you will,” she laughed, as we went inside.
It took us a few minutes for our eyes to adjust to the lower lighting. I looked at the stage first, of course, and saw one of the dancers parading around in a tiny g-string. Linda saw it too and said to me, “I told you that you would enjoy it.”
One of the waitresses sat us at a table that was about fifteen feet from the stage, and then left to get our drinks. I watched Linda as she looked all around, looking at all the customers that were there, and watching the dancer as she completed her set. She looked at me and said, “So this is what it’s all about, huh?”
As the next dancer came on the stage, I grinned and said, “That’s about it,” and turned my attention to the new dancer.
Our chairs were close together and I slipped my arm around Linda’s shoulders as we watched. The dancer slowly removed her top, and then stepped out of her bottoms, leaving her in just the g-string. She made her way over to the edge of the stage where there were some guys waiting to give her a dollar. She went through the usual routine, rubbing her breasts in their faces and the like, and then moving on to the next one. Linda watched her, then turned to me and said, “OK, so they give her a dollar and she rubs her boobs in her face – what’s the big deal?”
I laughed and said, “I guess that is the attraction of it all. But some of these guys think that they are going to be able to hook up with her later, but I don’t think that is going to happen. Nothing wrong with a little fun, though.”
We got another drink and watched a few more dancers, and then one came out that I had seen on previous visits to the club. She was a knockout, with an almost perfect body, and was one of the more popular dancers there. Even Linda noticed, and said to me, “Wow, is she built or what?”
I nodded, and we both watched as she began to strip down. I decided to give Linda a little test on how much she was enjoying the show. I reached into my pocket and took out a couple of dollar bills. I laid them down in front of Linda and said, “Here – take a dollar and go up and tip her.”
Linda immediately looked at me and said, “You are crazy, you know. I’m not going to do that…that’s just what the guys do.”
I reminded her that there had been a couple of girls earlier that had tipped the dancers, and that it was perfectly OK to do so. She looked at the stage and back at me, and then sighed.
“OK, but only if you go up there with me.”
I just grinned at her and then stood up to help her out of her chair. We walked up to the stage together and stood there as the dancer made her rounds. I gave Linda the dollar as she approached us, smiling.
She immediately went right in front of Linda and moved seductively in front of her. She dropped to her knees so that both of their eyes were on almost the same level. She leaned in to Linda and let her long brown hair fall over Linda’s face, then took her hands and ran them down Linda’s back. Linda glanced over at me, not sure of what to expect, and I just gave her a reassuring smile. The dancer leaned back a bit, then moved her hands to Linda’s shoulders and began to move them down her chest until they were resting on Linda’s breasts. The dancer gave them a long squeeze, and then moved them to her waist.
I was watching intently as she moved her hands slightly under Linda’s sweater. She quickly looked at me as I could see her hands moving higher, and then in a split second, she had lifted Linda’s sweater and bra over her breasts, letting them bounce free, exposing them for anyone who had a good seat to see.
Evidently quite a few customers had a good view, as a cheer went up from some of the crowd. I felt a stirring in my crotch as I looked at Linda’s naked breasts, but then the dancer quickly pulled the sweater back down. She gave Linda a quick peck on the cheek as the song ended, and then began to pick up her money and leave the stage. I put my arm around Linda as we walked back to our table and whispered to her, “Now that wasn’t so bad was it?”
We sat down and Linda took a long sip of her drink. I could see that her neck and upper chest above the v-neck of the sweater were flushed, which usually happened when she was excited. She finally smiled at me and said, “No, it wasn’t so bad going up there, but I didn’t know she was going to do that.”