Chapter I -- Newlyweds Sexual Discovery
Any sexual fantasy involving another man between your wife's legs, especially one that escalates into not using a condom, usually remains just that, a sexual fantasy. Any one lucky enough to experience it knows that it takes a number of circumstances to nudge fantasy into reality.
On the rarest occasion, you might find that your significant other develops a similar fantasy, one of being watched. Be mindful though, this fantasy combination is rather like the proverbial snowball rolling down the mountain. It starts out the size of a pebble and grows the size of a house.
Trust me when I tell you, I was there.
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Before meeting my wife, I was like any other mid-western Joe looking for that perfect woman. I had this grand vision of meeting the perfect woman in much the same places Grandma described meeting Grandpa, church, or perhaps even, church. If not for some astronomically odd set of circumstances, I might have done just that. However my new job straight out of college said different.
As someone who usually takes forever in making a decision, I finally decided to go straight from undergraduate to masters degree. I thought in doing this I would have the world by the ass. I figured I would simply skip ten years of indentured servitude to those with more experience. I was convinced experience was secondary at best. Hell, after two and a half more years I had a piece of parchment that said so.
Little did I know, a twenty-five year old with a Masters Degree with absolutely no practical experience held as much clout in the engineering world as a teenage grocery store bagger. In fact, I think it made things worse. They had it in for me from the word go.
In the beginning, I was under so much scrutiny to make my time lines it was insane at best, but as luck would have it my boss's director was a hard core drinker and an after hour socialite. Yes, I know, that sounds rather odd in that this guy wore a pocket protector full of pens, had a wicked comb over hairdo, and headed up some of the most cutting edge aerospace projects on the globe, but it's true. I wouldn't have believed it either.
The part that benefited me the most though was that he was the only one who ever, and I do mean ever, invited me to any after work activities. I was not only the new brat with a master's degree; I also didn't look the part. I've always considered myself a decent looking man, and unlike my counter parts, have had actual girlfriends before. This combination rendered me engineering kryptonite when it came to making friends or being invited to anything after 5:00 p.m.
It was a mixed reality though, on one hand, I wouldn't go to a spitting contest with anyone in my department if it meant being associated with them. On the other hand, I knew the only way to make six figures was to mix with them.
Again though, I had a lucky stroke in that my second level boss developed a liking to me from the start. Without him actually coming out and saying it, I knew he considered me an investment. He figured if he invited me to anything at all, he might collaterally meet a woman, banking on me meeting one with a friend. I think everyone has had that someone who bettered their odds of getting laid. However, up to this point in life I usually found myself leaching off of a friends mojo to meet the friend.
Late one evening last Fall, right after wrapping up a long overdue project the group began mumbling about, really cutting up and celebrating after work. I just kept to myself as I had become accustomed to, when Don, my second level boss came up and said "John, I know it hasn't been the easiest acclimation, but you are performing beyond anyone's expectation. You were crucial in making our Z-date on the LM Project. Just so you know, we are all going to Brooke's Cabaret this evening and everyone would like to see you there."
I have to say, I was elated by the invitation. Not that I was desperate for plans, it just felt good to think I was finally overcoming that stone barrier they all so skillfully set up in the beginning. Before close of business, several of the guys came up and back slapped me apologizing for the almost Mennonite shunning they gave me, and begged me to attend.
It wasn't really a shocker to know that they were going to an upscale strip club. Hell, most of the guys in my department were single, imagine that, and all made well over 100K per year. If they didn't maximize their "I'm so fucking smart" appearance, and attitude, most of them would have loving wives at home, or at least a girlfriend. They actually had a lot to offer.
Just before leaving that day, we, meaning they decided to meet in the parking lot of Brooke's at 9:00 p.m. I was one of the first to arrive that evening and decided to exit my car and walk up to the front door to wait. During a span of 20 minutes or so, they all began to roll in dressed like they were on a mission to repel women, when the door to Brooke's flew open. As it did, Don shouted "What are you guys waiting for?"
I had no clue he was already in the place. He stepped outside and immediately began herding everyone in. As we all walked in, he continued his herding and guided us all to three tables pulled together at the right side of the stage. I happened to notice even before getting to the tables that there were two phenomenally hot women sitting at the end closest to the bar.
I kind of angled myself around two co-workers in an attempt to sit at least close to that end of the table when Don grabbed me around the neck saying, "Hey, Tim, sit with me." I had no choice at that point.
As he walked me to the middle of the tables, I made eye contact with one of the two women sitting at the end of the table and for the first time in my life my heart skipped a beat. We gave one another a stare that was the most intense instant connection one could even imagine. It was almost as if we spiritually hugged one another.
Later, finding out her name was Tess, I soon found myself hypnotized by her beautiful smile as she made it a point to sit beside me. I was a nervous wreck looking at her gorgeous legs, and her beautiful light brown hair pulled back into a ponytail. Everything about her was womanly perfection, from the top of her head to her cute feet and perky breasts. Regardless of a man's ego, she was the type to make any man feel as though she was too good.
In hind sight, I think she was wondering how I found myself in this mix of people. It quickly became apparent to me that this table space was the money hot spot for every women in this establishment. I mean they saw this set of tables as the most cash to be made in the shortest amount of time. Let's face it, twelve guys who made excellent money, who probably never even kissed a woman besides their mother was just good business sense.
Within an hour, I must have seen a grand pass from engineers' fingers to dancers. I quickly saw the angle too, as did the owner.
The owner quickly caught on to what a cash cow this set of tables became, deciding to give every one free drinks for the first hour. They had what I had never seen or even heard of before in a strip club -- a timed disc, similar to what you might see waiting for a table at Olive Garden.
Coming straight out of school, I had a very good liquor tolerance, but most of these guys I found did not. The same incredible woman who shared the glance of a lifetime with me happened to notice that I was trying to protect some of my co-workers from drinking too much, in vain as it was, when she walked over to me and said, "Looks like you are the baby sitter tonight."
I quickly replied, "No, no, just trying to keep them from making too much of an ass of themselves."
She then asked, "I've seen all these guys several times before, are you a friend or Relative?" It was at that moment I realized she had no idea I was actually in this work group, almost suggesting there was no way I could be professionally associated with them.
I then replied, "No I'm the new aerospace design bitch for the D-35 project at A-Dine, trying to salvage a time line for the new recovery element, and most assuredly wondering if these ass holes can deliver so I can save my fucking job."
The entire time I said it, she gave a mouth half opened, wide-eyed stare, and absolutely thought I was full of shit stating "Well forgive me professor!" She went on to exclaim rather defensively, "So if I ask one of these guys, they will tell me you actually work with them? Do you honestly have any idea what these guy's work on Buddy Boy? Let me tell you, I've seen this bunch before, you don't have to BS me. They worked hard to get where they are and I respect that. You're a nice guy, just don't lie to me."
Now most guy's might become defensive or offended, but I was rather flattered by it. It basically said I didn't fit the ultra geek image they so skillfully exuded. I chuckled replying, "Yes my Dear, if they can coherently speak, I think they might say something like, he's our D-35 bitch. He works harder than we do, he deserves all the credit, and we have been asshole's to him."
It became evident that these guys were regulars at Brooke's, and had bragged their asses off about what they made, what they did, and how brilliant they thought they were, in an attempt to overshadow their extreme talent for appearing unattractive to women.
Still, I was okay with her skepticism. There was no doubt she had heard it all in her line of work. Just seconds after my reply, she said, "One second," and rose to walk toward Don. It was at that moment I realized how breathtakingly gorgeous she was. I had already fallen in love with her gorgeous smile, but As she walked those few steps, I noticed her God granted beautiful smooth shiny tanned legs, her small petite waist, perfect butt, dark blonde hair bouncing down her back, those cute feet, and gorgeous red toe-nail polish. I was entranced as I watched her. She made me believe in a higher power.
She then leaned down to Don who already had two women sitting on each side of him. I knew she was confirming my story, when she hugged him and said something I couldn't hear over the music, but knew it was a fact finding mission.
She then walked back to the chair beside me with eyes and mouth wide open saying, "I'm not used to saying I was wrong, but Oh, my God, he said you're one of the most brilliant young engineers he has ever met. I can't believe you work at A.D." I had never known what a benefit it could be, having a hammered boss until this moment.
Given that Don was wasted, I wasn't about to correct such an overstatement. I felt so very proud that he would say such a thing though.
As she sat back down, she didn't say a thing at first. She just looked at me for a few seconds with her gorgeous half-smile shaking her head.
From utterly out of the blue, she uttered "I forever stand corrected. I told my friend Renee when you guys first came in that you were the good looking friend or relative. You are just too good looking to work at A.D. We have known Don since forever. He's been coming in here several times a month since I've been here. He's so sweet."
