ALL CHARACTERS ARE AT LEAST 18 YEARS OF AGE OR OLDER.
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"Of course you can go. Why would I mind you going to a strip club?"
I hadn't been to a strip club in years. But my new friend and coworker Mike had invited me to go with him for the evening.
It's not that I expected Jenna to object, really. But Trish had gone home Wednesday night, (with the promise to return on Saturday and spend the weekend,) and while Jenna seemed to be in good spirits considering the drama her mother and her pervert boyfriend had put her through, I was wary of leaving her alone. She also had her period, and hadn't been feeling well the past few days.
"Look, seriously, just go," said Jenna. "I'm glad you made a friend. You need to get out more, do GUY things."
"I appreciate that," I said. "And you're right. But I was worried about, well....first, leaving you by yourself. And second, that you'd..."
"What, object to you seeing some tits and ass?" Jenna broke in. "Are you planning on fucking any of them?"
"No, of course not!"
Jenna's trademark grin lit up her face. "Then go! Enjoy! Have a few beers, stick some dollars in some G-strings! Get a lap dance! Find a dancer with bigger boobs than mine and motorboat her! I won't mind."
"You'll be okay by yourself for the night?" I asked.
Jenna sighed, but her smile remained. "I'm fine. Truly. In fact, I think I'll use the alone time to work on my Only Fans content. I've been neglecting it all week. Although I can only do so much until my period is over."
Jenna took my hand. "Look, you go check out some strippers. I'll be checking messages and flirting with customers."
Her hand dropped to my crotch, rubbing it as she licked her lips. "And maybe when you get home I'll take care of you."
"Deal," I grinned. I pulled her to me, our bodies close, and kissed her hard.
I suppose before I go any further, I need to provide a little background.
I work for a company that sells and installs fire alarm systems. While I do work on some installations and repairs, my main job is to inspect them. The state requires all public buildings to have their fire systems inspected annually to make sure they are maintained and in proper working order by an outside contractor.
That's where I come in. I spend most of my days on the road, traveling around to various companies, schools, churches, hotels, shopping centers etc. Some days I'd spend at one large location, others traveling around inspecting several smaller ones.
It's a pretty easy job, although rather dull and routine. But at least I'm not trapped in a cubicle somewhere.
Mike was hired a few weeks ago to be my assistant. The idea was for him to help me on the larger inspections and, once fully trained, to be able to go out on his own and take some of the smaller jobs off my plate.
For now, he'd been riding with me everyday in my company truck.
We hit it off pretty quickly, despite him being several years younger. It began easily enough with both of us having the same tastes in the classic rock music we'd listen to while traveling around. We also bonded over football, both fans of the same team.
I hadn't had a male friend....hell, I hadn't really had ANY friends in quite a long time. But after my conversation with Jenna awhile ago about our futures and trying new things, I'd decided to open myself up to the possibility.
So when he invited me to his place a few Saturdays ago to play some pool, I accepted.
There I met his wife Ellie, a lovely woman, and their teenage daughter, Megan.
We spent the afternoon hanging out in his basement "man cave," playing pool and drinking a few beers. Later, Ellie cooked us a wonderful dinner.
Naturally, they asked questions about my life and relationship status. It was the only time I felt uncomfortable. While not wanting to lie, I also wasn't quite ready to share everything. I did tell them about Jenna, that we were a relatively new couple, but didn't go into too many details on how we met. Nor did I discuss the age difference.
"Well, she sounds like a lovely woman," Ellie said, "Perhaps next time she can join us, I'd love to meet her."
"She's...away for the summer, visiting family," I said, keeping as close to the truth as I could without getting into details, "but sure, when she gets back, that would be nice."
The words surprised me even as they left my lips. Would I actually be comfortable bringing my just turned twenty year old girlfriend over? They didn't seem like the judgemental types, but still, I'm sure they'd think it odd.
Or maybe I was still just projecting my own fears and insecurities.
I was a little surprised when Mike had suggested going to the strip club Friday night. "Ellie doesn't mind that kind of thing?" I asked tentatively. I didn't want to make him uncomfortable about it if he was sneaking around without his wife's permission.
To my relief, he laughed. "Oh no, she doesn't care, trust me. She's very...understanding about it. Look, I don't want you to get the wrong idea. I love my wife, and we're very happy together. And she understands a man's needs. It's not like I go to strip clubs all the time. I just thought it would be fun, but if you're not into it, or your girlfriend has a problem with it, I get it, no biggie. Just an idea."
"Oh, I doubt Jenna would object," I said. "But..." I paused for a moment, considering just how much I wanted to tell him.
Fuck it. If I was trying to make an actual friend, lying to him wasn't a great way to start.
"Jenna's back from visiting her mother," I explained. "There was, unfortunately, some...drama. Personal stuff. So she came back early. She's..." Again I hesitated, because I knew the more details I gave, the more questions I'd probably get.
"She's staying with me for now, until she goes back to college in the fall. And I'm just worried about leaving her alone at the moment."
As expected, Mike looked surprised. "You're dating a college girl???"
I nodded and smiled sheepishly, waiting for his reaction.
Mike was silent for a few moments, considering this revelation. Then broke into a wide grin. "Damn! Good for you, dude." To my surprise, he asked no further, prying questions.
Instead, he simply said, "Well, talk it over with her I guess, and let me know. I'll understand if she's not cool with it, or you decide the timing is bad."
Jenna was, of course, "cool with it." And so Mike and I met at the club around 8 PM, each of us having taken an Uber. We didn't plan on drinking heavily, or at least I knew I didn't, but it was the safest option and ensured neither of us would be driving home later after "one too many."
8 PM was still rather early as strip clubs go; the crowd usually not packing in until later. But that was fine with us. "I can't be out too late," explained Mike. "Ellie is understanding, as I said, but I don't want to take advantage. Besides, she's usually waiting up for me, if you know what I mean."
"Oh, I get it," I chuckled. "Jenna has suggested she might be 'waiting up' for me when I get home, too."
Mike laughed. Clapping me on the shoulder, he led me to the bar. "Come on, the first round is on me."
It was a pretty nice place as strip clubs go, clean and upscale, but not outrageously expensive.
There was currently only one dancer on the stage, a young black woman with massive tits and incredibly thick ass. She was currently topless, stripped down to only a G-string. From what I recalled of the place, that was legally as far as they could go, at least on stage. The lap dance booths and VIP rooms were a different matter, depending of course on how well you tipped.
We hadn't even ordered our drinks yet, but Mike was already waving the dancer over, extending a crisp dollar bill in her direction.
"Hey handsome, welcome," she purred, already pouring it on. Turning, she pointed her dark, plump ass towards Mike, who immediately slid his tip into her G-string.
She next turned to me, dangling her lovely breasts close enough for me to place my obligatory tip in her warm, slightly sweaty cleavage.
"Thanks, sugar; if you want a lap dance later, I'll be available in a bit," she offered with a sultry smile.
I nodded politely, groaning inwardly. I'd forgotten just how fast they went for your wallet. Still, I knew that going in, right? I suppose I just needed to lighten up and roll with it.
And by the time our second round of drinks arrived, I had. The parade of girls seemed almost endless, with each new dancer arriving on stage, dancing and stripping down from their wild assortment of outfits to the lingerie concealed beneath, then finally to nothing but their bikini bottoms or G-string before gathering up the pile of bills tossed on stage by the growing crowd of increasingly excited and intoxicated men.
After stepping off stage, they'd then of course make the rounds, soliciting more tips from the patrons and offering lap dances or visits to the backrooms.
While I'd managed so far to decline any lap dances, I'd relaxed enough to enjoy myself, and the attention from the ladies as they ground up against us, teasing us with their wares.
While there were a variety of beautiful women, all shapes, sizes and colors, none of them really caught my eye, maybe because I knew I had a cute little redhead waiting for me at home.
We'd just gotten round three when the DJ introduced the next dancer: "Guys, put your hands together and make some noise for Blondie!"
My heart skipped a beat as the long legged, big busted blonde took the stage in her school girl outfit. "I know her!" I thought.
She took the pole, wrapped her legs around it and began a slow grind. Flipping her gorgeous locks back, she turned her head, and her blue eyes met mine. Her brightly glossed lips smiled in recognition.
It was Tammy! One of the young ladies Michelle had invited to the Girls Night / Birthday party for Jenna.
"Blondie" never missed a beat as she launched into her routine, gyrating on the pole, then lifting her plaid skirt to reveal the hot pink G-string beneath it, shaking her firm, tight ass to loud hoots and hollers.
