Some men are fortunate in their dealings with the opposite sex. They're the type who can easily make women laugh, charm them, and go through life having a number of girlfriends or sexual partners, often several at once. Some are rich, some are insanely good-looking, while others are have the confident, more extroverted personalities which women like.
Unfortunately, I fall into none of those categories. I've always been shy around women. Whenever I talked to a woman, especially one I found attractive, I felt anxiety bubbling in my stomach and I could barely get a sentence out without stuttering, if I could even approach at all. For the few girls I have gotten close to, it never went beyond friendship. Though it's supposed to be the time people date and hookup I went through college and even a few years beyond that without meeting anyone.
Luckily for me, I did have a friend who was better with women than I was. When I asked him what I could do about getting better at talking to women, he told me that I should consider going to a strip club.
That advice came out of left field, I thought. I'd seen flyers advertising them on the ground and even on car windshields, and I'd always been curious, but I didn't think going to one was for me. Besides, if talking to normally dressed women was difficult for me, how was I supposed to do so with women who were wearing next to nothing?
But that was exactly why I should go, my friend said. For one thing, the women will come up to me, so being too nervous to start a conversation wouldn't be an issue. Second, if I can get used to talking to them, there would be no problem with women after that.
After some deliberation, I decided to take him up on his offer. I didn't have too much money, since I was a writer by trade, but I brought a few hundred just in case (my friend said it was important to tip the girls, and things at those clubs tend to be expensive). I settled on one a few blocks from my apartment, which I'd passed by on the occasional walk into and out of downtown.
I went on a Wednesday night, since going on Friday or Saturday night might be a bit much. There might be more women on the weekends, but the club might be more chaotic, and I wasn't really one for crowds.
I stepped into the foyer, paid the cover charge to the attractive woman behind the desk, who correctly guessed it was my first time in that club, or any strip club, for that matter.
"You know they bring first-timers on stage, right?" she said, laughing.
"Are you serious?"
"No, just kidding," she told me. "But you'll should have a good time."
That was a relief; the last thing I wanted was to be pulled on stage where everyone could see me. I asked the bouncer at the front if I could sit at the bar, who said I could. He directed me into the club. And right away, I saw a very attractive woman moving around one of the two poles on stage. I tried not to look too hard as I made my way to the bar.
Right away, I noticed how smoky the place was. I wasn't used to being in places where people smoked, so the strong smell took some getting used to. There wasn't anyone smoking by the bar, but at some of the tables around the stage, there were men smoking hookah with dancers and chatting.
The rap music they played was much louder than I thought it would be as well. I didn't mind listening to rap, I enjoy it a lot, but I didn't care for the loud, bass-heavy music coming from the speakers. The music was only interrupted by the DJ, who called dancers by name when it was time for them to hit the stage.
But the dancers! This club had women that catered to every taste. They had women of all races with incredible bodies all wearing lingerie and extremely tall heels, each one just as jaw-dropping as the last. I tried my best not to stare for too long but not doing so with a club full of good-looking women wasn't the easiest thing in the world.
The bartender, an attractive woman in her own right came over to me and greeted me, then asked if I wanted anything to drink.
"Maybe just some water," I said, though I had to project my voice over the music. "I'm not much of a drinker."
"Really?" She said. "I think you need a drink to loosen you up."
"I think water's fine. How about I get something to eat?"
"Sure." She handed me a menu; then said she'd be back in a bit. I watched her go to the opposite end of the bar where some other men chatted with some dancers. I figured a hamburger and fries would be a safe choice, so when the bartender came back, I placed my order and she poured me some water while I waited.
Once again, I surveyed the area. Just like the dancers and bartender, even the waitresses here were attractive, though they weren't showing as much skin as the dancers. A few of the dancers smiled at me as they moved past, which I returned, careful not to look down at their bodies.
Would doing so be too degrading? I know I was here to see the girls, but I couldn't help but feel it would be awkward to stare for too long. Just a quick look (or two), then I'd turn away.
The burger and fries I ordered came out quickly. It was a pretty good burger, surprisingly. It might have been because I was pretty hungry, but I certainly wouldn't mind eating another. The fries were great, too.
The bartender came back over and asked how I was doing. I told her the food was great. She refilled my water, then asked if I needed anything else, because it looked like something was on my mind.
She was right. I was expecting the women to come up and talk to me at some point. I'd like to talk to one of the girls, but I was somewhat nervous about starting conversation. I told the bartender this, and she gave me a sympathetic look.
"Well, you have to tip them," she said with a smile. "The girls are only going to talk to guys who are tipping. When you see a girl on stage who you like, go tip her. Or, you can call a girl over and ask for dance if you want."
Just go up to the stage? I looked in that direction and saw two women, one of whom did pole tricks much to the amazement of men sitting at tables in front of the stage. The other twerked while men showered her with dollar bills. Around them, other dancers laughed and talked with who looked like rappers, others with men in business clothes.
Looking at them in comparison to me, it wasn't too difficult to feel out of place.
The bartender brought me the check for my food. After paying and tipping her, I started to get up to go tip the woman doing the pole tricks, but she was heading off the stage, and a woman of Asian descent was taking her place. This time, my gaze lingered a little longer.
Though she was also wearing the same tall heels, she was still shorter than the other women. Her long, dark hair trailed down, stopping at her lower back. The black bra, panties, and stockings really stood out on against her honey-colored skin.
While all of the women in here looked great, in my opinion, she was the sexiest of all the dancers. I found myself unable to take my eyes off of her.
While it was true that I found beauty in all races of women, I would say that over the years, I developed a slight preference for Asian women. I believe that there's beauty in all races of women, but for some reason, I tend to really notice Asian women. I wasn't sure why; I grew up watching rap videos which had more black women and Latinas, but for some reason, I still find them a little more appealing. Their beautiful faces, seductive eyes, long hair ... all of those things really turned me on about them.
Before I knew it, I rose and walked over. The stage wasn't too far from the bar, but while heading there, it seemed miles away. Swallowing hard, I stood in front of the stage, where she danced and took some money out of my wallet and placed it at the edge.
The woman locked eyes with me for a split second, gave me a smile, mouthed "thank you," then went back to dancing. Throughout her performance, she continued to look in my direction. I looked away, her gaze somewhat intimidating, but when I looked back, I still found the woman looking at me. Some other men placed some money at her feet while she danced through some more songs, and when her set ended, she picked up her bills, placed them in a small bag, then walked off the stage.
A few minutes later, I saw her approaching me from the side.
"Hi, how are you?" Her accent was somewhat strong, but not so much that I couldn't understand her.
"I'm fine." Now that she was closer, I got a much better look at her face. The makeup she wore accentuated her natural beauty well. Her cheeks were slightly rosy, and she lined her slanted eyes making them look even more captivating.
"I'm guessing your night's going well?" The woman didn't hear me over the music, so she took a seat on
a bar stool next to me and allowed me to say it in her ear.
