It was late November in the upper Midwest. Deer hunting was about to get into full swing. Many guys leave the metro areas and head for the woods for their deer. I am not sure whether it is for the two legged or four but many do come back with nice looking deer with beautiful antlers.
Many of the go-go bars select a Friday or Saturday night for Ladies Only up to about 11:00 PM so they are comfortable in watching male strippers without being hassled by either their boyfriends or other guys.
My girlfriend Sue talked me into going with her to checkout some of the places during the two weekends that the guys (our boy friends) were gone. I was hesitant at first but the more she blabbed the more my interest picked up. She was asking me where else besides the beach could we see near naked guys up close. She indicated if they were interested in us, they might dance a lot in front of us or maybe we would have to tip some to see their glistening bodies from the lights and the dancing.
Sue and I both are from Scandinavian ancestry, so we are tall, natural blond hair, and blue eyes. Sue is 34C/28/36 and weighs 120 pounds and I am 34B/26/34 and weigh 118 pounds. We both wear our hair in a ponytail when we are relaxing. Otherwise, it reaches our shoulder blades. When naked our rib cage is clearly visible. We are both 23 years of age and seniors in college.
Since Sue was the instigator of this escapade, I decided to let her select the places and go with the flow. The Friday night before the season actually opened and with our boyfriends already out of town, Sue had selected two places to check out. They were both near each other and it was about a 45-minute drive for us.
Being that the weather is cool or cold to some folks, we wore jeans and tight fighting sweaters without bras; hopefully to excite the guys a little, so they would perform in front of us instead of some other chicks turning them on or tipping heavier. Sue told me to bring five-dollar bills to get their attention and to bring some one-dollar bills for after we had their attention. I decided on taking a few tens also, just in case.
When we arrived at the first place, the parking lot was already jammed with cars. We found a spot to park and as we were walking to the entrance, we heard other girls laughing and hinting at expecting to see hunks.
We paid the cover charge. Two good-looking guys dressed in white shirts with long sleeves and black trousers escorted us to a table that had four chairs. They wished us a fun time as they headed back to the entrance to repeat the seating. I counted over eight guys doing this.
A DJ was playing some popular songs while we were waiting for the entertainment. Guys dressed in tight fitting, mid-thigh shorts came to take our drink order. They also had long-sleeve white shirts on. They asked for our admission ticket as the first drink was on the house.
While we were waiting for the drinks, a fellow dressed in a tuxedo had gone onto the stage with a microphone to welcome us and wishing us a blast, making jokes about our boyfriends or husband being so lonesome out in the woods and maybe so cold wishing our warm bodies were there to get through the night. The announcer mentioned that as the dancers completed three songs on stage they would work the tables for the benefit of us not seated at the stage. He also indicated that we could pay the guys ten dollars for a complete dance at the table, which would be the length of one song.
He chuckled and said, "Please ladies try to control your hands so as not to scratch these guys with your nails as you feel the skin that you came here for."
"And ladies if you desire a lap dance with a particular guy we have private booths available and that will cost you twenty-five dollars. The booths are there along the wall perimeter. If the guy you desire is not close to you, have one of the cocktail servers deliver the message to him."
The lights dimmed, the music switched to a stripper beat as six guys dressed in silk trouser and long sleeved shirts made their appearance. Two were in white, two were in black and two were in red. The guys in black were white guys and the two in white were black guys. That certainly made the color of their skin show up. In the red clothes, one was a white guy and the other a black guy.
I then noticed the cocktail waiters were now female in the majority so I looked around and the place was almost deserted of guys waiting tables and seating people. I assumed that the guys I had seen earlier were dancers and sure enough, my assumption proved correct.
The guys did their first number. With the silky loose material their body stature was not so evident other than they were tall guys. Towards the end of the first number they tore off the trousers and shirts and were then in tight briefs of the same color. Now every muscle and curve could be seen. It was obvious, that they all were well endowed and they all shook their butts nicely. At the end of the second number, off came the briefs and they were in G-strings of the same color. It was obvious that they were in costumes that were cut and held together with Velcro.
Sure enough, another set of guys came on the stage and the first group was making its way through the crowd. The second group had different color costumes and paired as the first group.
Since the first group was at the other end of the joint, I focused my attention on the second group. When they got to their G-strings, my pussy twitched at the bulge in the string of a good-looking black dancer in a white string and could he dance compared to his counterparts. His body was of an Adonis statue. He had to work at keeping it in shape. God, the veins could be seen under his skin. He was not muscular, just well proportioned and yummy looking.
When that group finished dancing they came to our end of the joint and a third group went on stage.
My eyes focused between the stage, watching the third group and the black guy from the second group who was working his way to our table. I was leaking or felt I was and my nips were getting harder and harder as he approached our table.
When he got to the table, my eyes immediately focused on the packed G-string. The closer he danced, his muscular mocha colored body and that bulge was getting into my brains with nasty fantasies. His body rhythm made my heart palpitate and my vagina dampen. I nearly came out of my skin when he placed his hands around my ears, tilted my head to his face, smiled and said, "Are you impressed with my dancing?" All I could mutter was, "Uh-HUH!"
Then I heard, "How about a private dance or two?"
By now, my heart was beating as if it was the night that I lost my cherry.
I came to my senses before saying, "Yes."
I managed to say, "Later, okay?"
"Sure babe, ask for Charles, okay?"
"Yes, Thanks Charles."
I saw Sue slip him some money and then as I was reaching to tip him when he leaned into me, whispered into my ear and said, "Save it for the lap dance later that I am looking forward to. Please don't disappoint me. Nice nips showing babe."
I looked down and my nipples were very prominently poking my sweater. I turned red and felt the heat. I heard, "Lovely babe, just lovely."
As he danced away, Sue said, "Wow he got to you didn't he?"
I looked at her and said, "Yes. I am shocked at myself. I am afraid to stand. I think I creamed myself while he danced here and chatted."
"See the black guy in the yellow working his way this way?"
"Yes."
"I want to go private with him. I have been wet since watching him on stage. I'd like him to take me to bed."
"My God Sue, what did you just say? Are you serious?"
"Well my fantasy is but it probably will never happen."
