I was a little bit nervous, but I guess there was no turning back now. I kept telling myself that it was no big deal, lots of people go, and it's not like it's wilder than other aspects of our sex lives. It's just that everything else we had done so far was pretty private. This time we were out in the general public, even if we were away from home and didn't know anyone.
Jack had done his homework, he had gone to several 'Gentlemen's Clubs' over the last few years, sometimes with friends, sometimes alone, and had learned a lot about how it works and what to expect. Different clubs in different states have different rules. The prices may vary from night to night. The place we were going to was nude, as opposed to topless, and in this particular area, they allowed a lot of touching. He was telling me, because he didn't want me to be surprised by anything. I told him I would be ok as long as the place wasn't too scary and there were enough people there that I wouldn't feel like anyone was looking at me.
I had dressed nicely, but not slutty. I wasn't sure what the proper etiquette was to look not too prudish, but at the same time not be mistaken for an employee. I had relaxed fit jeans, a white blouse, and black pumps. My hair was down and I had a little bit of perfume on. Jack was casual, with jeans and a denim button-down shirt, he had a little scent on too. We pulled into the parking lot, the place had a neon billboard sign, the outside was gravel. Jack explained to me that normally clubs like this are out in industrial parks, it's the zoning commission's way of allowing the clubs to exist, but at the same time, keep them away from elementary schools. I suppose that makes sense.
We got out of the truck, and he took my hand as we walked to the door. I noted interestingly that there was a wheelchair ramp, and then decided that the handicapped have just as much of a right to enjoy themselves as anyone else.
As we went to the door, Jack looked at me, as if giving me one more chance to back out. I was nervous, but at the same time, I had come this far, and I thought I might as well do it sooner or later. I kept my arms folded as he opened the door for me. We went into the first set of doors, and there was an attractive woman in the cashier booth. "Two of you?"
"Yes ma'am," Jack replied with a smile.
"That's forty. Can I give you any ones?
"Yes, better give about sixty." She raised her eyebrows slightly as she handed him three stacks of ones in elastics.
"Great, have fun, and take care of everyone who takes care of you, ok?"
"Absolutely, thank you."
I guess we smelled like rookies. I tried not to think about being conspicuous.
He took my hand and led me into the club. I took a deep breath and followed.
We walked in, and I saw there were two stages, with a row of tables and chairs around them, and a lot of other chairs in between and further away. My eyes went immediately to the girls on each stage, and I also noticed several girls in various states of undress talking to customers in the club. A pretty waitress came to our table and asked if we wanted anything. Jack asked for Grey Goose on the rocks, an appletini for me, some water, and a pack of Marlboro lights. (I guess he was planning on indulging a variety of tastes tonight.)
I had always wondered what the difference was in real life, between reality and the strippers I had seen in movies. Jack told me that they varied greatly. All of them weren't necessarily Playboy material, but there are so many tastes, and different fans like different types of girls, so any reasonably attractive girl who was willing to be uninhibited and get into it could probably make a living. I saw this right away. A couple of girls had obviously had children, which eased me a little, I had pangs of insecurity about my own mid-section, but I got a sense that if they were ok with it, I could be too. The breasts varied, from very small and perky to obviously fake with skyward pointing nipples. I had decided long ago to admire fake ones for what they were and not worry about it. The geography of where we were made it obvious that there would be a lot of latinas, but from what I saw, it was less than half, with a couple of black girls, and very exotic and pretty mixed races there too.
He looked at me across the table, and asked me if I was okay. I exhaled and smile and told him I was fine, but I was really looking forward to that drink.
"So, now what?" I asked.
"I say just watch for a while, get a feel for how it works in this club, how much you tip, what you expect in return, things like that."
The waitress brought our drinks. Jack tipped her two dollars and opened the cigarettes. I started drinking, and hoped the waitress wouldn't go far.
I watched as the girls would dance. Usually for one song, sometimes two, with a lot of variety in the music. I liked when they would play KISS and Motley Crue, and some of the newer stuff like Buckcherry, a lot of the newer rock I would just watch the dancing. It wasn't very crowded yet, but some guys would go up to the stage and slip the girls bills. They would kink out, do high kicks and stretches with their pussies right in the guys' faces, turn around and grind their asses on their cocks through their jeans. I could see some of them squeezing them very creatively. They would let the guys tickle up their bodies with the bills, over their bare crotches, and squeeze the money out of their fingers with their breasts. Eventually, some of the women in the audience started going up to the stage to tip and get closer. The dancers would hug them, nuzzle their necks, and grope their boobs through their clothes. I think they were mostly doing it to impress their dates. Wait. A date. To a strip club. Am I really here?
Jack didn't go up to the stage, but as we were near the stairs, he would slip each girl a dollar or two as they left. I asked him what he planned on doing tonight, and he said it depended on a few things.
"Like what?" I motioned the waitress to top me off.
"Well, first of all, how much money we want to spend. They are going to start coming over here to chat us up to go into the booths for a private dance. They have a system where they will give you a price. But they pull little tricks like, if you go through the song and don't tell them to stop, they will keep going and then tell you that you have to pay for each song. And of course you are expected to give a bit of a tip as well."
"Okay, so how much is it looking like?"
A girl left the stage, and Jack reached out two dollars to her as she walked by. She took them and kissed under his ear and smiled at me as she left.
