Between work and school it had been just another week that seemed endless. This weekend would be different though. I had a full four days off for the Fourth of July. Most 23 year old women would have their bags packed and headed off to some sunny strip of beach somewhere along the Gulf Coast. I, on the other hand, am not most women, my husband had planned on some together time on Friday night and then we were going to one of our favorite strip clubs on Saturday night; which was something I was really looking forward to. I personally have never been with another woman, but this girl at the club made my stomach tight and my knees weak My husband kept telling me that she had a thing for me; I said, "Of course she does, she's and exotic dancer."
Saturday night rolls around and I find myself stepping out of the shower at about 10 p.m. My long curly brown hair is wrapped in a towel high on my head while I decide what to wear. I finally settle on a skirt I made with a cute little tattoo print and a fishnet top with a black bra under it, black thigh highs and my black leather "tall" boots. Flat footed I stand 5'4", add the boots I'm closer to 5'7". Hey a short girl needs all the height help she can get. Looking in the mirror I reconsider my outfit but my husband reassures me that it looks great. After applying a glob of hair goop I wear it down and slightly damp wear it falls down my back. A little make up and my favorite perfume and I'm ready to go.
The strip joint we were headed to was a small hole in the wall in the middle of nowhere. The most cars I'd ever seen in the parking lot were maybe 15 or 20. As we walk in the girl behind the bar waves to us, we've got memberships so no more paying at the door. I ordered drinks while my husband went to find our seats at the edge of the stage. When the bartender handed me the drinks she said, "Watch the new girl, she's kinda clumsy." I laughed a little and made my way over to my hubby. We both tipped the new girl a couple of dollars and she left. The DJ announced the next dancer; she was a vision of beauty dressed in a sheer white nightie, her blonde hair hung loose and wispy under the billowing ac unit. She had on white pleather thigh high boots that made her light tan look dark against all the white she was wearing. When she spotted me she gave me a sexy as hell smile and a wave. I didn't see or hear anything but her until the music started and still I couldn't take my eyes off of her. My husband just smiled and handed me a couple more one's for tipping.
When my angle had made her way over to us she was on her knees with her eyes fixed on me. Leaning forward she put her hands on the back of my chair and whispered, "I am so glad to see you," she looked down at my lap, "Are those thigh highs?" I smiled at her and said yes. "Oh yeah, so very glad to see you."