'Come on Gayle' I heard the chorus of giggles as I locked my car.
I sighed as I walked across the parking lot to the small group of waiting women; how had I gotten myself talked into this. A forty year old professional woman who prided herself on logic and hard work, I was herded through the door by this gaggle of giggles and into a world I knew about, but had never chosen to participate in.
The first thing that hit me was the noise of the music, followed by the laughter and hoots of females. We each paid our fifty dollar cover charge; everyone but me that was; after all this was ostensibly for me and my fortieth birthday; or so my co-workers had convinced me.
It was a Friday, and the girls at the office had cornered me about my birthday; and the fact they all claimed I never cut loose or had fun. It wasn't that I didn't cut loose; I just didn't need booze and a night out to do it. Their constant harping had resulted in me agreeing to visit the bar after work with them; of course they never told me that their choice of 'bar' was called Dick's.
The name fit, it was nothing but a house of dicks, yes the male kind and yes the nude kind. Dick's was apparently a high end male strip club in town that I had never even known about. Oh I knew such places were around, but they were never much on my radar.
An establishment for middle aged women to live their fantasies mostly. Let's be real most men who lather their attention on a forty year old woman are not nineteen or twenty, and most men in the real world aren't beef cake cut with eight or nine inch dicks. Places like this made a point of having high 'standards' where every dancer was young, bulging biceps and six pack abs. They usually sported the swinging dicks that belonged in magazines or in porn movies. Come on, I'm divorced, I am not blind or stupid; ninety percent of the male population were either skinny teenagers of out of shape middle aged men; and on a good night a six or seven inch cock was the usual.
But, places like Dick's catered to the fantasy, and so here I was weaving through tables hearing banging music, while women stood at the small circle stages hooting and stuffing dollar bills into the g-strings of hunky hung males.
As we settled into our seats, it quickly became apparent that some of the girls had been here before, the quickly pulled piles of dollar bills from their purses and stacked them in neat little piles in front of them.
I sighed and sipped my drink, I was damned if I was going to waste good money on this fiasco. Hell, I had a nineteen year old son, and paying for his college was not cheap; there were better places to waste my money. My wishful thinking was not to be as a sudden small stack of about twenty or thirty ones appeared in front of me.
"On the house" Maxine; the leader of the group cackled over the noise.
I sat for the next half hour or so and watched as half the women in the room made asses out of themselves. But it seemed par for the course; they were either drunk, horny or both as a parade of male flesh circled from one small stage to the next.
The runway extended out from one wall and was lined with small out croppings equipped with a pole; three up one side and three down the other; the end was a large open area that also had a pole, but afforded the dancer to move around closer to the audience.
Women were seated at small tables around the room, and the girls had managed to get us a table between one small pole area and the end of the main runway.
I watched as Maxine, and then Shelly stuffed dollars into bulging loin cloths. God the way Leah shoved her hand inside you knew the fifty year old housewife and receptionist had to be getting a heft handful.
After the first round, the men all headed off stage, and the girls promptly refilled their glasses; it was a good thing I had told my son I would be late tonight; I don't think the girls would let me out of here before midnight. Tonight had actually worked out better than I had thought, Peter my son had said he would be working the late shift when I had called to tell him.
I didn't say where the girls were taking me, only that we were going out for drinks, peter had been insistent I go, it was my birthday; and frankly that had been what had tipped the scale. The idea of sitting at home alone with a glass of wine on my fortieth birthday just roiled at me.
Normally I didn't mind being a single parent, and Peter was a great kid. He studied hard his second year of college, made good grades, and had picked up a part-time job. I had felt guilty at first, but when he fixed his own car and actually helped with some bills; I had to admit his being responsible had been a sense of pride; and being a single parent I couldn't exactly refuse the help.
They had started what they called the Main Event; apparently each guy took fifteen minutes on the main stage near us, and then moved off to a smaller pole area. It gave the audience a chance to focus on them one at a time, and let's be real a time for them to earn the much needed tips.
I almost laughed at the comedy of it. Eddie the Butcher; who came out dressed in an apron. Then there was Mike the Plumber and his 'magic tool'; although I do admit nine inches of waving cock IS quite the tool. Christ I thought Maxine was going to cum in her jeans when she stuffed bills into his string.
The girls were sizing them up like slabs of meat; trying to decide which ones they wanted to have come to the table for me. God that was all I needed; some chiseled male swinging his dick in front of my face; yep I got wet.
It was about halfway through the stable, and every reader here knows what happened. They called him 'Pete's Dragon'; I watched him strut to the front stage; my vagina drying up and my tongue locked in my mouth.
In all the noise, dim lights, and confusion I knew he couldn't see me. He didn't know any of the women from my work, so I wasn't worried about them knowing him; so I slid down slightly in my seat and just watched; as my son strutted down that runway.
As a mother I was shocked; this was his part-time job he never talked about. Who was I to complain, I never talked about my work either. Between his busy school schedule, my work and his work; let's be frank we didn't get as much mom and son time like when he was ten.
As Pete flowed around the stage, slowly twirling and dancing to the music, I just stared. I had to admit he did look good up there. He was six feet of pure muscle, bronzed skin; biceps that any woman would die to have hold them. And judging by the bulge in the cloth pouch he wore, he was definitely packing.
I watched some brunette from a neighboring table grab that bulge as she slid her dollar into his string. Then up went first Nancy and then the insane Maxine. It was strange watching these women treating my son like some Adonis; and yet at the same time there was a twinge of jealousy that this one was MINE.
Maxine whispered something, and I watched peter give a laugh. As Maxine headed back to the table, Peter's clear voice came over the crowd.
"So we have a birthday girl here tonight" and the crowd hooted. "How about a special tip and we'll see if we can set this little ole dragon free" oh my God the screaming started.
The next thing I knew a twenty dollar bill had been thrust into my hand, and the unthinkable was happening; I was being propelled to the edge of the stage. I knew when I stepped up there, there would be no hiding; we would both know.
