***All characters are over 18 and are fictional. Any resemblance to any real-life persons is purely coincidental.
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It was a busy Saturday night at Flannigan's Bar and Grill. Gina and Adam were with a few of their friends at their favorite table, throwing back a few beers and trying some items on the menu. They were celebrating their five-year anniversary. Some couples would do something special after five years, but they decided they just wanted to take it easy and go out with some friends. If they were going to celebrate a milestone event, they would do it for their ten-year anniversary. But still, the restaurant was special to them; it was where they both met when Gina used to be a waitress there and where Adam used to deliver beer from a former part-time job he had in college.
About an hour into their dinner, they noticed that one of Gina's friends, Sandy, was by the bar talking to the bartender, who was a very muscular guy with a hair bun.
"Always with the hair bun," Adam joked.
"She has a type and she sticks with it," Gina replied.
"Is douchebag a type?" asked their friend Tom.
"I married you, so I suppose so," said Tom's wife, Ashley.
They all had a laugh at that, even Tom.
"He does look very familiar to me," Gina said, staring at the bartender intensely. "I know I've seen him somewhere."
"Yes, in your dreams," Adam joked again. "Sorry, honey, but you're stuck with me."
"Keep making dumbass jokes like that, and I won't be."
Sandy left the bartender and came back to the table smiling. She had given the bartender her phone number and was excited at the idea that he might call her.
"He looks so familiar," Gina told her. "Have we seen him somewhere before?"
"You don't recognize him?" Sandy asked with excitement. "I can't believe you forgot him already."
"Is he one of your friend's ex-boyfriends?" Adam asked Gina.
"He has a man-bun, of course not," she replied.
"You didn't care about that man-bun the last time you saw him," said Sandy. "Or maybe you just weren't paying attention to everything else he was showing to notice the hair."
"Oh shit," said Ashley, with wide eyes. "Let's move on from the topic. Sandy, just shut up."
Everyone else at the table got suspicious about Ashley's behavior.
"Sandy, just tell us who he is," said Sandy.
"Sandy, you need to be quiet right now," Ashley said nervously.
Sandy laughed, "I can't believe you don't remember him. He was the stripper at Gina's bachelorette party."
And with that statement, Adam stopped eating and turned to Gina, who suddenly looked very scared.
"I don't know what you're talking about, Sandy," Gina said, with nervous laughter. "I didn't have a stripper."
"Yes, you did. It was him," she said, pointing at the bartender. "He even confirmed it to me when I asked him about it. He gave us a great show and gave you a very raunchy lap dance."
It was one of Gina's other friends, Ashley, who stepped in at that point.
"Yes, but we weren't supposed to say anything, dumbass," Ashley said aggressively at Sandy.
"Wait a minute, Gina had a stripper at her bachelorette party?" said Tom to his wife before turning his head to Adam. "I thought we couldn't have a stripper at your bachelor party because you both agreed not to hire strippers for either one of your parties."
"That's what we agreed on," said Adam, with a sullen face.
About a month before their wedding, when they were about to have their bachelor and bachelorette parties, Gina got Adam to agree to not have strippers at either one of their parties. She felt it was an old fashioned and tawdry tradition that they shouldn't be part of. The real reason was that her sister's wedding got canceled after her fiancΓ© got drunk and slept with the stripper at his party.
Even though she trusted Adam, it still made her feel uncomfortable, so he promised that there would be no strippers at his party. He ended up getting a lot of crap from his friends for insisting on that rule. They did have a lot of fun going to a football game, then a shooting range, and finally going to a casino, so it made up for it. But still, they all wanted one, and so did Adam; it was a tradition he had long looked forward to, and he never got it.
Gina also promised that she wouldn't have any strippers at her party. It was also her idea; she said if Adam wasn't going to have one, she shouldn't either. But one of her bridesmaids snuck him in, and before Gina could really object, the whole party was going crazy over the male stripper in a sexy cop uniform. She didn't want to ruin their fun, so she let it go. She was going to just stand back and enjoy the show, but before she knew it, she was sitting in a chair in the center of the room with a naked guy throwing his body all around her, and she was screaming for more.
The next day, she made her whole party promise not to mention the stripper because of her promise to Adam, and they all agreed. Her friend Sandy also agreed, but she has always been kind of dumb and forgets things easily, so she had no idea what she was saying when she revealed their secret.
After the big reveal at the dinner, they all did their best to avoid the subject for the rest of the night. They talked about literally everything else they could think of, even subjects that Gina or Adam knew nothing about.
A few hours later, the dinner ended. They paid their bill, and everyone went their separate ways. Later on, Gina and Adam went home and went straight to the bedroom to fool around, as all married couples do for their anniversaries. Gina, feeling a little guilty about how Adam discovered her secret about the male stripper, let him do whatever he wanted with her that night.
The next morning, they were in the kitchen, where Gina had just made them both breakfast. Just when they were about to begin their meal, Adam finally said something he'd been wanting to say since the night before.
"You owe me a stripper," he said as he began eating his eggs.
"Oh, come on," Gina snapped at him. "Can't we just let that go?"
"No, I got a lot of crap that night for not having one," he began to say. "You made me promise not to have a stripper, and I kept that promise. You also promised you wouldn't have one either, and not only did I find out you had one, but you also let him give you a lap dance."
"I'm sorry," she said with a sad face. "I had no idea they were going to do that, even when I strictly forbade it. But they snuck one in and I just let it go."
"Now you owe me a stripper," he told her.
"OK, you can have as many as you want," she said. "Take a few of your friends to the strip club next weekend. Have a great night."
"No, I want my own personal stripper. Going to a strip club is not the same; those girls are for everyone. For a bachelor party, the stripper is for the groom."
"Fine," she said, with a big sigh. "I'll get you your own personal stripper to come here and dance for you."
"And I want a lap dance," Adam insisted.
"What?" she snapped.
"You got a lap dance, so I deserve one too."
Gina thought about it for a moment; she didn't like the idea of it, but knew Adam had a good point about the whole subject.
"Fine, you can have a lap dance too," she said. "But I have to be there. I don't care what you say about that."
"I'm OK with it," Adam said happily.
They both agreed to have Adam's stripper come to the house the following weekend. Gina decided that since she was the one who broke the promise, she would be the one to set it up for him. Gina, who is a salesperson at a marketing firm, had a friend she works with who confided in her long ago that she used to be a dancer herself. She figured that she might know someone who wouldn't mind coming over to her place to dance for her husband.
She was surprised to find out from her that wives hiring strippers for their husbands was not at all uncommon. She still had a few friends who were still dancing and doing private parties for the right price. Her friend showed her a few pictures of her friends to choose from, and she chose a sexy blonde woman who caught her eye. She didn't look too slutty, which she loved, but she had a big rack, which she knew Adam would love.
That weekend, they got ready for the dancer who was to be there at 9pm. Adam was very excited and did his best to downplay how eager he was. He was surprised at how his wife's attitude had changed over the last week about getting him a stripper; she appeared to be very happy with the idea of a strange woman getting naked for him and then erotically dancing on his lap.
To his surprise, Gina was very well-dressed for the evening. She wore a casual white dress that she would sometimes wear outside to go out with friends. It wasn't too fancy, but it was unusual for her to wear for the evening they were about to have. She said she wanted to look good for their guest, and Adam laughed. He told her she didn't have to dress so well for her; he was going to be wearing a clean t-shirt and jeans, but she insisted on looking good.
He had no problems with her wearing a dress, she looked good in it. Gina was in her late twenties, Italian, with long black hair, and had a great figure with a good-sized c-cup breast. Adam was just a year older than her, five inches taller, and of average build with dark hair.
"You seem kind of excited about this," said Adam.