Oral Friends EightβStrip Club Adventure
This is the eighth story in my series. Each story is strictly fantasy. This is the product of my perverted brain! LOL. This one I have broken into two parts due to the length.
This story also recounts events from previous stories but told from the viewpoint of Rich. I hope you aren't too bored and I hope hearing Rich's thoughts on the events will make up for it.
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I recently stopped by the adult bookstore where Rich and I had our last adventure to see how Ken was doing. My wife had me doing errands and one of them brought me close so I stopped in.
"Hey, Ken, how's business?" I asked.
"Phil!" Ken said with a smile. "How are you? Is your friend with you?"
"No, I was in the area and I thought I'd stop by, that's all."
"Well, that's nice of you. I know you said you probably wouldn't do a show like that for a while but if you change your mind be sure to let me know. You wouldn't believe the buzz around here after that day. Business has been good too. I think people stop by hoping to see your friend walking around naked!" he laughed.
"He really enjoyed that, Ken. Thanks again for all your help that day. He still talks about it."
"I was glad I could help." Ken glanced down at a pile of papers on the counter. He picked one up and handed it to me. "Here's a paper that lists all kinds of adult entertainment businesses. There's a strip joint about an hour north of here that has a Jack and Jill amateur night that might interest you."
"Jack and Jill amateur night? What's that?"
"They have a huge stage there. Once a month they have male dancers for the girls. They also have an amateur night as well. Guys are encouraged to live out their stripper fantasies. Anyway, if your friend likes to be naked in a public setting he couldn't get much better than that!"
Hmm, it sure sounded like it would be right up Rich's alley. I took the paper, thanked Ken for the suggestion and went back to doing my errands.
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It was about a week later that I remembered the paper Ken had given me. I looked at the date for amateur night and saw that it had been the previous weekend. I called the club to confirm the date of the next one. It was going to be, as I expected, four weeks from now. I knew we'd need some time to plan if we wanted to do this so I headed over to Rich's with the paper in my pocket.
I knocked on the door and Joan answered. "Hi, Phil!"
"Hi, Joan, is Rich around?"
"He's in the garage," she said with a disgusted look on her face but she smiled so I knew she wasn't upset.
"You know us guys and garages. We'd live out there if the benefits of sleeping with our wives weren't so good!" I said with a laugh and a leer.
"Oh you!" she said as she batted my shoulder. "Get out of here so I can get back to my cleaning!"
I walked through the house and out to the garage. Rich was under the car, changing the oil it looked like.
"Rich? Can you take a break for a minute?"
"Sure," Rich said climbing out from under the car. "What can I do for you," he said wiping his hands on a rag.
"I've got an idea I want to run by you. I stopped over at Ken's bookstore and he gave me this paper," I said as I pulled it out of my pocket. "Look at this ad and tell me what you think."
I handed him the paper and waited while he read the ad. "Jack and Jill amateur night, what's that?"
"I asked the same question. Ken says this place has a program once a month they call Jack and Jill night. They have male dancers for their female patrons but they also have male amateurs dance in their amateur contest."
"Okay, so how to we fit into this?"
Rich was being a little slow on the uptake today. "Well, I was thinking that since you enjoyed walking through the bookstore naked that time you might want to show off to a larger audience!"
Rich was stunned. He looked at me, then to the ad, then back at me. "You're serious?"
"Of course! I wanted to tell you about it but the decision is yours since you'll be the one dancing."
"Would I be wearing my cage?" he asked excitedly.
"Of course, Slut!" I said with an evil grin.
"Oh God!" Rich said as he slumped against the workbench.
"Rich! Are you okay, buddy?" I asked concerned.
"I'm... I'm okay," he said breathing heavily. "I'm sorry, Phil, but I was overwhelmed by the idea of being naked, wearing my cage, in a room full of women."
"So I guess that means you're not interested then," I said neutrally, trying not to sound disappointed.
"No!" he said. "I'm very interested! Just because I was overwhelmed by the idea doesn't mean I don't want to do it! I want to do it so bad I can't tell you! When is it?"
"Four weeks from last Saturday. I figured we'd need some time to make plans if you were interested. I was thinking we could have a poker night at Rod's cabin but instead of playing poker we'd go to the club. I bet Joe and Rod would love to see you dance."
"I bet they would too!" Rich said. "Why don't we call Rod and see if he and Joe are available that weekend. If they can't go we'll need a different excuse." Rich pulled out his cell phone and called Rod.
"Rod, it's me, Rich. Phil's here with me. He told me about a club that has amateur male dancers stripping. I really want to do it and we were wondering if you and Joe might like to go and watch. We figured we'd tell the wives we were playing poker at the cabin."
"Uh-huh... That's right!"
"Okay, check with Joe and get back to me." Rich said and he ended the call.
"Rod about shit, Phil, but he'd love to go with us. He's going to talk to Joe and get back to me but he won't be able to talk to him until tomorrow at work."
"Okay, I'll let you get back to work then, let me know when you hear something."
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Rich came over two days later. Rod had gotten busy and didn't call the next day like we'd hoped. Joe was as enthusiastic as Rod was about going to the club. We didn't have any problem clearing the date with our wives but they still wanted to go out for breakfast the next morning. We promised them we'd be back in town by 9:00 AM Sunday morning to take them out. Now the biggest problem we had to face was waiting four weeks!
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A week before the contest I had another idea. I know, not another one! Being an amateur Rich wouldn't have any costumes like the pros would and he would look like a dork strutting around the stage in his white briefs! I figured if he wore a thong it would look better when his pants came off. I wanted to run this by him so I gave him a call.
"Hi, Rich, it's me. Can you talk?"
"Yeah, I'm just getting the lawnmower out so I can cut the grass. What did you need?"
"I was thinking about your performance next week. Since you won't have a costume like the pros I thought maybe wearing a thong under your clothes would work better than your briefs or nothing at all. This way you can give the women a look but save the revealing of the cage for a bit later. What do you think?"
"I didn't really think about it. I was going to go with no underwear and let it all hang out, so to speak. This sounds better. Don't pros wear a g-string or something like that?"
"I'm pretty sure they do. That's why I was thinking a thong. It would cover the cage better than a g-string."
"Okay, sounds good. Where can I get one?"
"I was thinking Victoria's Secret."
"Victoria's Secret! My wife goes there!"
"I know but there aren't too many places that sell male g-strings!"
"No, I suppose not. We can't go to our mall though. I don't want to take a chance on being recognized if Joan and I shop there in the future."
"Okay, how about we hit the mall in the next town over. If we go early on a Sunday morning I don't think too many people will be there and maybe we can show you off!"
"Show me off? As in to the sales staff?"
"Yes! You could wear the cage and I could get one of the women to 'help' us fit you. What do you say?"
"I say you're crazy but I like the way you think! Do you think they'd do that and not call the cops?"
"We'll see what their reaction is when we tell them the thong is for you. If they react positively I think we could both have some fun."
"Okay, let's do it!"
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The mall was pretty deserted as it was still early and it was the first nice day in a week. We quickly found the store and walked in. We started to browse and I noticed that we were the only ones in the store. So far so good. I could only see two women working the store, an older one and a college age girl. We headed to the back of the store where there was a display of thong underwear. The older woman was the manager according to her name tag and her name was Mary.
"Hello, may I help you?" Mary said.
"Yes, I'm looking for black thong underwear with the back not too wide but pretty wide in the front. Do you have something like that?" I asked.
She moved over to a table and pulled out a sample. "How about this style, Sir?"
They looked good and I told her so. "What size does your wife wear?"
"Oh, they're not for my wife, they're for him," I said pointing at Rich. Rich blushed but nodded his head. "Tell Mary what you need them for."
"I'm entering an amateur strip contest and these are part of my costume," Rich said quietly.
"Oh, I see. That sounds like fun!" Mary said with a smile. "Maybe I'll see you there!"
"What size do you think he'd need?" I asked.
Mary pulled out three different sizes. "I think one of these should work. He can try them on in there," she said pointing to the dressing rooms.
"Maybe you'd like to help us. To insure a proper fit?" I said with a smile.
"That is part of the service we provide, Sir," Mary said with a smile. "I'll just tell Joy to watch the store for a while." Mary walked over to Joy and gave her some directions before returning to us. "This way, gentlemen."