Good fun, but I still didn’t know what to get him for his birthday. I started thinking about what he’d said. “I just want you.” I’d already done the bow around the waist thing. I’d done the sexy lingerie under the trench coat at his office thing. I’d even done the blindfolded, handcuffed, submissive wife thing. What now? I suppose that’s what marriage is about. Thinking of new ways to please your spouse. I gave it some thought and came up with the perfect idea. Dance for him. I had the lingerie. I had the body. Oops, forgot the skills. I decided to do what I was taught in college: research.
I told Andrew I was going to a Book Club Meeting, (he’ll forgive the lie later, I thought) and really headed to a neighboring city looking for a gentleman’s club. I didn’t want a tittie-bar. I wanted this to be a classy, sensuous dance, not just a lot of booty shaking. I found one I thought qualified as classy. It had valet service with tuxedoed attendants. It looked expensive and I wondered how long my cash would hold out.
I pulled in. I watched as the attendant approached, opened my door and held out his hand. His eyes roamed my body as I slid all of my 5 foot 10 inch self out of the car. He smiled approvingly. I made a mental note to move these jeans to the front of the closet. Shaking his head when I tried to pay him, he said “Good luck on your audition.” I started to correct him, but decided to take advantage of his misperception. I tucked the money in my back pocket, slowly. “Thanks.”
The doorman stood there waiting for me, holding the door expectantly. I hesitated. He saw my nervousness and grinned. “Aw girl, come on. You’ll be fine. Go in there and make that money.” I shook off the nerves said, “I’ll do my best.” Buoyed by saving 30 bucks (10 for valet, 20 for cover charge), I decided to try and enjoy the experience. It was dark and smoky, the bass of the music echoing in my chest. I found a spot near the bar and ordered a long island iced tea.
The stage lights came on and the dj announced several names as one after the other, half naked, beautiful women stepped onto the stage. I was fascinated. I was also flattered. Those men thought I could be on that stage. The women were very different from one another. Of the five on stage, two were White, one Black, one Asian, and one Hispanic. I gave the club a point for diversity. Some were tall, some short. Some with curves and a full round ass. Some long and lean with small perky breasts. The music started with a driving techno beat. The girls separated to different sections of the stage. The stage had extensions that reached into the audience, five in all. Each dancer had their own section that was surrounded by tables and chairs. The section closest to me featured the Asian woman, Akemi. She was slim, with small high breasts enclosed in a red bra top that laced in the front. She had a firm tight ass with a dragon tattooed above it in the small of her back. Her creamy, honey-hued skin glowed in the stage lights.
She rolled her hips, running her hand down the side of her body. She squatted down and opened her thighs. The red g-string pulled tight against her fat pussy. She leaned back until her ass touched the stage, her head to the side, her hands arms stretched above her. She writhed, raising her hips to meet the imaginary person fucking her sweet pussy. All the while, keeping her thighs open. It was amazing to watch. She lifted her leg and circled her hips with her ass off the stage. A man approached her. She rolled over to all fours and crawled towards him. When she was close enough, she rose to her knees and began undulating her hips towards his crotch. She came so close, but never touched him. He ran the bill down the side of her neck, between her breasts, across her flat stomach, then tucking it into the waist of her g-string. She winked, rose to her heeled feet and sashayed to the other side of her stage. Her back was to me and I got to see the dragon dance and sway. She was sexy as hell. Her hands were busy in front of her as she dipped and rode the beat. Her top loosened and she let it fall to the floor. She turned around, showing off her hard nipples. She cupped a breast in each hand and leaned back against a pole. She pushed her hips forward and closed her eyes. Rolling her hips, she began to smile. I could imagine her remembering the feel of someone’s tongue on those wonderful nipples. She opened her eyes and saw a man waiting for her at the end of the stage. She moved over to him, bending at the waist. Her breasts were in his face as she shook them. He reached up and flicked the bill against one perfect nipple. She giggled, smacking his hand playfully. She pressed her breasts together trapping the bill within her cleavage.
I continued to watch Akemi, my new fantasy, and sip on my drink. Some men tried hitting on me. But after a few refusals, I suppose the remainder pegged me as a dick-hating dyke. I watched Akemi and the other women, making mental notes of the outfits, moves, and music so I could recreate it for Andrew. I was lost in my planning when I heard the dj announce there would be a brief intermission and the dancers would return for their solo acts. I figured I had enough information to work with. I gathered my purse, slurped up the remainder of my drink, and waved my hand to get the bartender’s attention. I turned to get down off the barstool and almost ran into Akemi. She had on a red-silk short robe, tied at the waist. She smiled and said, “Leaving so soon?”
“I’m sorry I’ll miss your solo, but I think I’ve got what I came for.”
“What do you mean, what you came for?” she asked.
“I’m going to dance for my husband on his birthday, and needed to do some research.”
“In that case, you really need to experience a lap dance.”
“Thanks anyway, but I think I’ve seen enough.” I honestly was getting horny. My panties were wet and I’m sure Andrew and I could’ve found some part of that house to christen.
“No, not watch. Experience. I’ll show you how it’s done, by doing one for you.”
“What about your solo?” I asked.
