When Harold learned the details of what happened that evening his wife went out with the girls he was surprised. No, that's not exactly true, for the most part she acted just like he would have expected her to, for the most part. Certainly her reticence early in the evening was completely expected. She would shy away from the overt sexuality displayed by the dancers and her friends, but what she did just before leaving did surprise Harold. He didn't know exactly what happened to her, but whatever it was, he liked it. He liked it so much that he decided he had to say something to the stripper, who did whatever he did to loosen his wife up so much.
Initially he planned to call up to the club and try to talk to the dancer, but then decided they probably wouldn't let some strange woman's husband talk to a dancer. Instead, he would simply go to the club, give the guy a big tip in the hopes he'd come talk to him after he finished his performance. That's the way it worked in the strip clubs he'd been to, you tuck a five, or a ten into the dancer's g string and she'd be sure to come thank you later, if only just to hustle you for a lap dance. He figured he'd give the guy a hundred, no, he wouldn't tuck it in his g string, he'd simply hand it to him, but a hundred bucks was a small price to pay for the evening he spent with his wife. And who knows where the two of them might go from there.
The next evening Harold drove to the club, arriving early. Knowing he'd be conspicuous and would immediately draw the attention of security, he went in and asked to talk to the manager of the club. Figuring he had some pissed off husband or boyfriend the manager reluctantly agreed to talk to Harold and they sat down at a table.
"Can I get you a drink or something," the manager asked, waving at one of the waiters.
"Just a diet coke," Harold answered, watching the muscle-bound waiter head over to the bar.
"Well, how can I help you?"
"It's like this," Harold started nervously, "my wife and I've been married for fifteen years and well a couple of nights ago she came in with a group of women. Now my wife has always been prudish about sex and really didn't get too involved with the action until the last dancer came on."
"Lamar," the manager interjected, "he is a show stopper."
"Well anyway, I heard that although she didn't show a lot of interest in the other dancers, as she was about to leave, she became enthralled with him, slowly walking up to the stage and leaving a big tip. While he danced, he whispered something to her."