I have been married for about six years now. The first five with Chuck were some of the best of my life. I am 31 years old now and for the last year, I have been pretty much alone. It seems as though Chuck has started going out pretty frequently with "the guys", usually to one of the local strip joints. When he finally rolls in after closing the joint, he says he is either too tired or too drunk to make love with me. So, I go to sleep frustrated almost every night. I am beginning to think that more than just dancing goes on at the clubs. After all, isn't the point of them to get guys all hot and bothered so they come home and fuck their wives silly?
I made a decision. I was going to go to the club one night just to see what exactly goes on. I had to pick a night that I knew he wouldn't be there. So, after mustering up all my courage, I dressed up, not too sexy, but just enough, a see-through white blouse and a mini skirt- hell, if I was going to go, maybe I could pick up some of the action too! At 5'6 and 120 lb. with medium length brown hair and 34C tits, I looked pretty good, if I do say so myself.
So, at 8:00 one Friday night, I pointed my car in the direction of "Desires", one of the couples clubs in the area. As I pulled my car in the lot, I started getting a knot the size of a softball in my stomach. "Well, I came this far, so I may as well go all the way" I thought to myself. As I got out of my car, I could hear the pounding of the bass and the muffled sounds of the DJ announcing the next dancer.
I walked inside and my eyes had to adjust to the darkness, and my ears to the near deafening strains of "Bad To The Bone". "How appropriate," I muttered. Cigarette smoke hung in the air and the smell of stale beer assaulted my nose. I looked around and found an empty seat at the bar, one of three in a group. I took the middle one. I didn't want to seem obvious. A barmaid, about 22 years old, and with blonde short hair and a 2-sizes-too-small tube top came up to me. Her tits were pouring over the top and her nipples were protruding through the tight fabric. I was so self conscious about being there that she startled the shit out of me. She had to scream over the din of the music. "WHAT'LL YA HAVE?"
"Huh? Oh, I guess I'll just have a glass of white wine." I lit a cigarette while she was getting my drink. She came back with my wine, took my money and came back with my change. All ones. Did she think I was here to play with the dancers?
I tried desperately not to make eye contact with anyone, but kept glancing around at the crowd with the dancers fawning all over the guys for their tips and also glancing the girls on stage. They were all in various poses of making love to the brass pole. They ran the gamut from red heads to brunettes to blondes. Long hair, short hair, some very pretty, others were....well..... They were all topless with little paper dots barely covering the very tips of their nipples. Hell, there was enough silicone in here to flood a small city! Every once in a while, one of the girls would flash her pussy to the guys in the crowd, resulting in an uproar that nearly drowned out the music. The bar manager would give a disapproving look and she would just give a little evil smile.
I was still very self conscious about being there, but the wine was helping to loosen me up. so I ordered another. "Hi there, you're new here, aren't you?" she said. I was in the middle of taking a sip of my wine and almost sprayed it all over the place. As I turned around to look at who said that, perhaps the most gorgeous blonde woman I have ever seen came up was behind me. She had nearly scared me half to death.
She was standing there, in a lime green neon g string and nothing else. I guess her pasties had conveniently "fallen off." What a fucking slut, I thought.
"Hi, I'm Alicia," she introduced herself. She lit a long cigarette, inhaling deeply. Damn, that looked sexy. I needed a cigarette too. I fumbled through my purse, pulled the pack out and set it on the bar. I fished one out and by the time I had it in my mouth, she had her lighter ready for me, lighting it for me.
"Uh, hi," was all I was able to stammer out.
"You're very pretty. First time here?" she asked.
"Uh, yeah...thanks....just doing some investigating," I told her. She smelled almost as good as she looked. "Shalimar", I think it was.