The Strip Club
Marlene stepped through the front door into the cool, air-conditioned stillness of her foyer. As she closed the door behind her, she sighed, leaning back against it with her eyes shut. The silence was palpable—uncomfortably so. It almost screamed that there was no other living soul inside but her.
She not only missed Jimmy terribly, she also missed the comfort and solace of having someone to come home to at the end of the day. She now found herself alone for the first time in her life.
She had married Gary just a few months after graduating high school, and when their marriage dissolved many years later, her best friend Louise graciously took her in for the months leading up to her divorce becoming final.
It was through Louise that she met Jimmy, a local rock musician, and their relationship began. From the moment she first saw him, he became one of her biggest sexual fantasies. He was gorgeous—long brown hair, dark, smoldering eyes—and when he played his guitar, the sensual way he moved his hips sent tingles of arousal between her legs.
To her astonishment, one evening Jimmy confessed that she had long been one of his biggest sexual fantasies as well. They ended up consummating their mutual fantasies for one another right there in Louise's kitchen.
They had rented this house together and lived here for several weeks before Jimmy and his entire band packed up and moved to Los Angeles for a recording contract and management possibilities. It was a wonderful opportunity for Jimmy and the band, and she was exceedingly happy for them and wished them all the best.
She sighed again as she kicked off her shoes in the foyer and entered the living room, turning on lights as she moved toward the kitchen. She pulled a frozen entree from her freezer and popped it into the microwave as she headed to her bedroom to change out of her work clothes.
She stepped into her shower stall for a quick rinse and, as she donned her silk robe, she heard the microwave ding from the kitchen.
She ate her meal, a surprisingly good Shepherd's Pie from Gordon Ramsay's frozen dinner collection while catching the latest news headlines on television. Twenty minutes later, she flicked the television off in disgust. The news was always the same these days, it seemed the country was going to hell in a hand-basket.
She opened a fresh bottle of Cabernet and poured herself a more than generous portion before returning to her 2nd-floor bedroom. She opened the glass sliding door and stepped onto the small balcony. She enjoyed relaxing here in the evenings looking down over her backyard area. She settled into her comfortable chair and smiled as she sipped her wine and enjoyed the glow of the setting sun as it dipped behind the western mountains. One by one, the streetlights illuminated, as did the porch lights of many of her neighbors.
She could hear the strains of a marching band from the high school several blocks away and, indeed could see the glow of the floodlights from the adjacent football field, where they must be having a football game. She smiled, recalling her high school days when she was part of the cheerleading squad at all the games.
Her backyard was only relatively private, the neighboring houses all had a window or two that faced her backyard. At that moment, however, no lights burned in any of those windows. All her neighbors were very likely at dinner or about to have dinner.
She smiled salaciously to herself and set her wine glass aside on the adjacent table. Impulsively, she pulled open her robe and smiled to feel the cool breeze on her bare skin. Even though her balcony was completely open to view with only a waist-high wrought iron railing, she felt reasonably safe from prying eyes as her balcony was in relative shadow and she could also see that most of her neighbor's windows had their curtains drawn.
She drained the contents of her glass, feeling the warm glow in her stomach as she shamelessly parted her legs in front of the entire world. She reached between her legs with both hands, spreading her labia open with one as she plunged two fingers from the other hand into her vagina, slowly at first and then more rapidly as her arousal began to build.
She reached orgasm in less than a minute, crying out softly in her pleasure as she plunged her fingers rapidly into her vagina, her hips moving in rhythm with the pulse of her pleasure.
As her orgasm began to wane, a sudden cheer erupted from the high school football field and was clearly audible. Marlene laughed aloud and stood with her arms outstretched, bouncing a little on the balls of her feet ala Rocky Balboa.
"Thank you... Thank you," she cried aloud in true Las Vegas showman style as if the cheers from the football field had been for her orgasm, "Hey... I'll be here all week... enjoy the buffet!" she continued in the same Vegas showman fashion.
She giggled to herself as she resumed her seat with a heavy sigh. Her smile faded moments later as she began to reflect on her life. Is this what my life has become she wondered? Masturbating alone on my balcony? What happened to the fun, sexy Marlene, the one who used to dance at Louise's parties and bring herself to the brink of orgasm while everyone there looked on and smiled unknowingly? What had become of her stripper fantasies?
Damn, she missed those days—exploring her stripper fantasies with Jimmy, who more than encouraged her every whim. She had, in fact, even studied the moves of exotic dancers on YouTube videos and discovered instructional videos for everything from pole dancing to lap dancing. She loved practicing in front of Jimmy, teasing him with her body until he couldn't stand it a moment longer before laying her down and fucking her brains out.
She bit her lip thoughtfully and wondered if always having Jimmy there to satisfy her somehow quelled her drive to experience her fantasy of stripping and dancing to orgasm in front of a crowd of leering and lustful men. Why had she never followed through to make the fantasy a reality?
Jimmy had been for it every bit as much as she had, always advising her on what things to wear to best show off her body and which moves were the most provocative. He had even advised her on her choice of music, bringing to her the Koko Taylor song, "Come to Mama."
He thought the lyrics were especially alluring and told her that when Koko sings, "Cause I've got your favorite toy, guaranteed to bring you joy," she could really play it up for the crowd by rubbing her hands between her legs.
Her eyes widened as she suddenly realized it was Tuesday evening. And Tuesday nights, she recalled, were the nights when several of the strip clubs in the city hosted amateur nights.
She smiled broadly. "Oh, HELL yes," she said aloud. While she certainly wasn't ready to dance that evening on such short notice, she could definitely get out of the house and visit the strip club to check out the scene—for future reference.
With her mind suddenly awash with a plethora of sensual possibilities, she stood and made her way from the balcony to her bedroom. Examining the contents of her closet, she smiled wistfully as she picked through each of the little skimpy stripper outfits she had purchased to excite Jimmy all those weeks ago and shook her head. "Maybe next time," she murmured aloud. Tonight would not be the night for dancing, it was for surveying the lay of the land.
Thinking that if she put her mind to it, she might very well meet someone who piqued her sexual interest, someone who might be able to give her the hot sweaty sex she had been craving. With that possibility in mind, she dressed with a carefully flirty mindset. She stepped into a very small and very sheer thong panty that formed revealingly over her vulva. She then slipped into her very short black nylon tennis skirt, adjusting the length teasingly to well above mid-thigh, and then, wanting to remain braless, put on her black velour sleeveless vest and judiciously left the top two buttons undone to expose a modicum of cleavage.
