Lee, our good friend Bill, and I were just sitting around on the deck at our house. The afternoon sun was filtering through the trees, it was around 80° out and simply pleasant.
Bill is a year or two younger than my 58 years, and like me, in good shape for the age. Unlike me, he is active in several local clubs, and he tries from time to time to get me to join.
The idea of sitting in some meeting a couple times a month never really does it for me, so I always declined or changed the subject.
Lee was looking her usual very nice, as she hopped up from time to time to refill the pitcher of ice water and add a few snacks to the table. I liked watching her firm 49 year old bottom twitch as she walked into the house.
In the course of the conversation, Bill mentioned that he was the entertainment director for an all men's club up near Longview in Washington. He told us that they had 2 new members, and it was initiation night the next evening. I braced myself for the usual plug to get me to join, but he surprised me by asking if I knew of any pretty ladies who might be interesting in doing a "little show".
Bill told me that usually they just hired a professional dancer from one of the agencies, and the club was a little tired of the slick and boring shows they put on. So his job was to come up with a fresh face, who would do a semi-strip down to panties and bra at least. I just listened as he went into detail how the pros would strip to a skimpy G-string, and twirl around a few times, the collect their $250 and be gone.
"Good grief!" I said. "The club pays $250 for THAT? All they need to do is stop at any nightclub and buy a beer and they would do better!"
"Yes, I know", Bill said, "But most of these guys are older, and wouldn't be caught dead in a strip club."
I thought of that a minute, and understood. I wouldn't bother, either. I thought about my students at the Massage Therapy College I teach at, and none popped right up in my mind, besides, I wasn't really sure how to go about even asking one of them.
About that time Lee came back out, and she had caught just a piece of the conversation. Giggling, she asked Bill what that was all about. He blushed a bit but explained what he was looking for. Lee grinned, and did a twirl, and said, "Will I do?"
I laughed at her, and mentioned something about how she might feel a little foolish showing off her 50 year old fanny to a bunch of white haired horney old coots, and she stuck her tongue out at me and turned around and bent over! "Just what is wrong with my 49 year old ass?" she said, giving me a dark look.
Poor Bill turned beet red, he never has gotten completely used to Lee. Bill is mostly a metal detecting and fishing buddy, and that is it.
I told Lee there was nothing wrong with her butt, and reached out to grab her but she skittered away, laughing.
Things returned to small talk, but Lee kept interjecting questions, like "How much does it pay, how many songs, how far does the dancer go, on and on.."
Bill told her the amount, and that the dancer usually went fully nude for just a second as a finale, and that they wanted an amatuer instead of a professional for a change.
I glanced at Lee and noticed her nipples were poking the top of her bikini a bit, and thought, "Oh-oh!"
"I will do it!" Lee suddenly exclaimed. Bill did another one of his blushes, and looked at me with a funny look. I just shrugged. Bill said that there would be about 30 men there all told, plus the two new members. They would all be strangers except for him. Lee just laughed, and told he could just close his eyes during the dance if he wanted.
"Well, it would be different" he said. "Why not?"
I admit I wasn't too sure of this myself, doing a peek-a-boo in public for a second or two was one thing, dancing nearly naked for a roomful of old men was another, but what the hell.
That night, Lee asked me what she should wear, I wasn't much help since I didn't have a clue. Then she asked me how far she should go, I simply told her Bill said they went "all the way", so that was up to her!
The next night I got home a little early, Lee was all ready to go. The club is about 70 miles from our house, so off we went.
Bill met us at the door and ushered us into the back room. Lee went over and peeked into the meeting hall, and came back with a grin. "Boy, you weren't kidding!" she said. "It is a sea of gray hair out there!" I just laughed and told her to not cause any heart attacks.
While we waited for the 10:00 showtime call, Lee fiddled with her makeup, tugged on the hem of her rather modest dress. She looked like a lady ready for an evening on the town. I realized she was wearing a bra, I didn't know she owned one, and no nylons, another surprise. She had carefully applied makeup, Lee is a wonder at that. When she does put on makeup, which is rare, one still has to look very closely to realize she has any on at all.
I had to admit that she was beautiful, her off-black soft dress left one smooth shoulder bare, and fit her lean 112# frame perfectly.
It hit me that it was the same dress she had worn to a Charity Ball in Portland a few years before, and it still fit her just as well.