I had been working with Sondra for almost 8 years. I manage a professional services group in upstate NY, Sondra had been assigned to me as a business analyst, tracking our financials and keeping us out of “contract “ jail. Sondra is a petite sandy haired blond. She has an innocent sexiness yet keeps herself a little distant from everyone at work. Although we worked very closely at times, she always kept a professional demeanor. Last summer, our company ordered some mandatory education for all of our consultants. This meant Sondra and I had to deliver a 3-day class to the people in my group who were spread out across New York State. We picked our office in an upstate NY city as the place we would have the class, and agreed to drive up together. We were also staying at the same hotel, figuring that this would give us a chance to change any of the course materials if we had to during the week.
We drove up early on a Monday morning and spent the day getting the classroom and materials ready for Tuesday. We finished up just before 7 PM, and decided to get dinner before going back to the hotel. We wound up in a TGIF’s , and sat at a window seat. Our conversation was mostly about the class, with a little gossip about some of the more colorful characters in our group. There were some periods of that “awkward silence”, where we just had nothing to say.
After one of these periods, Sondra said to me; “Look at that sign across the street. Do you think they really give that much money away?” From where I was sitting, I had to turn and look over my left shoulder to see what she was looking at. Across the street from us was a strip club, with a marquis sign proclaiming that tonight was amateur night. It also said that there was a $2,000 grand prize for the winner. “I guess that the money flows in that business”, I said. She didn’t respond, and I really didn’t think too much of it.
After dinner, as we got in the car, she said to me; “Have you ever been in a strip club?” It seemed like a loaded question, so I lied. “Years ago, on a business trip, but not in a long time. How about you?” In reality, I visit a local club around twice a month. “Never”, she said, “But I’ve watched that series on HBO and found it interesting. Would you be upset if I asked you to go in there with me? I’m just curious and would never do this near where I live.” To say I was shocked would put it mildly, so I drove across the street as quickly as I could before she could change her mind.
As we entered the club, it was a little past 8PM and was starting to fill up. The contest didn’t start till 9PM, so there were just the working girls performing on two separate stages. One was a platform that jutted out from a side wall. It was about four feet high and had a small drink shelf around the edge with seats all around. The other stage was a square setup in the middle of the floor, with seats all around. There were chairs and tables all along the outside wall, and a VIP area off to one corner. One girl was on the platform and had just started, so she was still in a bikini. The other girl was already one song into her set, and was completely nude. We took two seats on the outside wall and watched the action.
The girl on the center stage was a tall brunette with slim build and long legs. She was sitting on the edge of the drink rail with her feet on the thighs of one of the patrons and her legs spread wide open. Sondra was a little shocked to say the least. “I thought that strip joints were just topless!” “Not in New York”, I said. I explained that if you didn’t serve liquor, you could have totally nude dancing. She was amazed. She didn’t talk much, and I wasn’t really sure what to say. I was uncomfortable yet turned on being there with her.
She was even more amazed at the lap dance practice. Several of the girls were working the crowd for VIP lounge opportunities, offering dollar dances as enticement. Most of them were topless, and it was evident watching the VIP area that the dances back there were totally nude. She asked me what I thought of all of this. “If I said I didn’t turn me on I’d be lying”, I said. As I was saying this, the DJ announced that the amateur contest would start in 15 minutes. The contest would consist of two dances per contestant, one on each stage. The contestants would have about an hour between dances, during which they could follow the same lap dance practice as the pro’s and could use the VIP lounge. The only caveat there was that the house got the money for the VIP dances and the amateurs got to keep the tips.
The DJ then asked all of the girls who wanted to participate to come up to the DJ booth to sign in. 5 girls got up and headed over. Two just looked like pro’s. They were by themselves and did not look nervous at all. Two others were together and seemed giggly so I guessed that they were out trying a “new” experience. The fifth girl was with her boyfriend, and she seemed nervous but enthusiastic. As we watched them go up, I mentioned that it would take some guts to do this. “Would you be disappointed in me if I tried it?” she asked. I was shocked. Sondra is such a “girl next door” type that I would have never expected this. I was amazed that we were even sitting here, but had chalked that up to wanting to see if what she saw on HBO was true. She always dressed simply in conservative clothes, never gossiped, never participated in some of the crude office conversation that would occur. I just couldn’t believe young, sweet Sondra would want to do this. “No”, I said. “But are you really sure?” “I’ve always done everything I’m supposed to do”, she said. “I’m about to turn 30 and I just need to do something wild.” “Well, this would certainly fit that description” I told her. She quickly got up and headed over to the booth. She was dressed in classy suit consisting of skirt, fitted jacket and blouse, with panty hose and high heals. Many eyes followed her over because she just didn’t look the part.
