I opened my mail and had an invitation to a wedding shower that was for a friend of mine; not that close though, by a closer friend to her. It was to be in May before a June wedding.
I went to the wedding shower and after all the presents were opened along with a few drinks and laughter, the buzzer rang. The host opened the door and hugged a black guy. Two other guys walked in behind him, a white guy and another black guy. Some of us were surprised; others were saying the fun would soon begin.
All the guys were prime specimens of men. My heart started to pound fast and my temperature was climbing because I missed one party earlier in May where there were black strippers.
The host introduced the guys and they disappeared. She said they would perform for the special guest. We all looked at Sherry and smiled.
Then there was another buzz from the buzzer. The host opened the door. It was another black guy carrying a boom box.
The guy set the box up and the music started. The guys came out of the bedroom and started to perform. They shared there dancing by wiggling and shaking in front of all of us. None of us was deprived of their desire to please us all.
They then started to disrobe. My friends were digging for money to stick anywhere they could manage into the elastic bands of the guys swim trunks.
It was obvious, unless fakes that they were well endowed.
Even after removing the swim trunks and down to a g-string they did their dance for all of us. They were collecting a nice sum of money from what I could tell. I even saw a twenty-dollar bill in one g-string.
When the show was over, the guys put their swimsuits on and then sat amongst the guest.
I was chatting with Jean, one of my closer friends and was startled by, "Hi, I'm Jerome. May I sit and visit with you two broads."
Jean and I started to laugh and said, "Sure, make yourself comfortable."
I patted the sofa between Jean and me. I scooted a little to my right to make room for Jerome. Jerome by the way was the box man, equally a fine male specimen.
We were into the inquisition mode of operating. All of us asking different questions about everything related to male strippers. One of the questions from Jerome was he asking if we had, seen many. Jean and I both indicated this was our first.
We heard, "Ladies, the week of deer hunting all the guys will be in the woods. Come across the river. We will be working Club...., in ........., over across the river." He gave us cards and directions to the place.
Jean and I smiled and thanked him. He excused himself, then proceeded to some of the other guest but eventually gathered up the box and accessories and headed out the door. However, before leaving he walked over and whispered, "I hope to see you chicks during deer hunting season."
The summer came and went and at times I had pictured being in bed with a black guy. Seeing the dancers up close left an indelible image. Early fall came and my interest in deer hunting season was perking up.
It was the middle of October and Jean and I were talking about fall and winter. I said, "By the way are we going to check out those male strippers during deer season? I heard, "Sure why not? Most of the guy will be in the woods and the place will be packed with our sex being curious like us.
We then had our sight set for the weekend before Thanksgiving to go black man hunting.
As that weekend was approaching, I found myself leaking more because I was thinking a lot of looking at black strippers, including the positions they was doing me. I was leaking so much that I was going through many panty liners.
When Jean and I arrived at the club, the parking lot was about half filled. We paid a ten-dollar cover charge but that also got us three alcoholic drinks of any type or six sodas or we could mix and match. The guy at the door said later that when it gets crowded, it is easier to punch cards then deal with money at the table. He also suggested that we do not sit at the stage where we would need to look up and hurt our necks but on the chairs that made a ring around the main stage. He said after the guys were finished on the stage they would dance at the chairs and table to collect all the money they could (tips).
Jean and I scanned the room but did not see Jerome or the other guys. We began to wonder if they were even there.
The male strippers were both black and white. In addition, we were shocked by the fact that they had black and white go-go girl dancers also. Well there were male customers also so the house was pleasing all of the customers, I guess.
Out of know where Charles, one of the dancers at the shower was on stage and did his thing. When he completed his number, he was working his way amongst the tables, dancing and collecting tips. The main stage was used mainly for two introductory songs to get the guys down to the swim trunks. There in the club the g-strings did not show but the swim trunks were adequate since they were men's bikinis.
When he reached our table, he smiled and had a curious look on his face. Then he said, "This will sound corny but didn't I dance at some shower sometime ago that you two were at?"
Jean answered by saying, "Yes."
"Cool," was Charles response with, "I will catch up with you two later."
When I had moved my eyes to the stage after having taken them off Charles, I saw Jerome doing the strip. My heart leaped into fast gear and I know my leakage increased.
He then made his way around the tables and stopped dead in his tracks when he saw Jean and me.
"Wow what a nice surprise. Let me go collect my tips and will be back."
About twenty minutes later, both Charles and Jerome came to our table, dressed for their next set.
Jerome asked Jean and me to sit together so he could tell us something. We did as he asked and Jerome said, "Over there, as he was pointing to an area behind our backs, are private rooms for lap dancing. We have half of them reserved for us so we can get out of the public view for some quite time between numbers. Our you two game to go with us for some quality time? We will have the cocktail girl put reserved signs on this table and you can come and go, as you prefer. Look so as not to be so open about it, Jean you take booth nine and Stacy you can take ten. We will meet you there after we have seen you head that way. See you in a few minutes. We have a thirty minute break."
I was so nervous. My hands were clammy. My heart was palpitating. I asked, "Jean are you going to booth nine to visit with Charles? I want to visit with Jerome. I think he is hot."
"Yeah Stacy, I am all worked up and we have come to play so let's play."
We stood as the cocktail waitress placed the reserved sign on the table and headed to the booths. We carried our sodas with us. The security guy monitoring the booths asked us which booths we were headed towards. Jean said, "Nine," and I said, "Ten."
He said, "Enjoy the night ladies and if I can be of any help, I am here at your disposal. Rest assured you will not be interrupted."
It flashed through my brain the reasoning for that statement.
