We'd talked about it for months. I knew he wanted to see girls. I too enjoy looking at beautiful women and knew that I'd have a good sexy time as well. He chose the club because he had visited it on other occasions previous to his deployment. I hadn't been to a club like this since going with the ex many years ago. I knew the evening would be a great adventure for the both of us.
I thought it would be fun to dress the part. I deliberated on the outfit and thought I'd go with the usual fantasy: a naughty school girl (guess what I'm going to be for Halloween). I even shopped where the strippers shop to find the perfect pair of shoes to go with my virginal white knee socks.
As I exited his SUV, I was already being watched. He laughed, "Everyone thinks you work here." He seemed proud to hold my hand and escort me into the club. Right inside the door, I was greeted into the sisterhood when two of the girls who worked there each exclaimed, 'Girl!! You are HOT!"
It was going to be a good night.
"Choose a girl. Any girl you want, " he told me, a year's worth of combat pay burning a hole in his pocket. I looked around. They all seemed bored. There was a car show in the parking lot and the DJ was handing out awards. The dancers all sat slumped over on their stages. This wasn't earning them any money.
He nudged my arm. "What about that one?"
She was perfect. Shapely. Olive skin and strawberry blonde curly locks that hung a little messy over her shoulders. She wasn't dancing. She was waiting for the right man to pay for her time. Little did she know, the right man would be a woman.
"Why don't you sit with us?" I asked her.
Her name was Gia and to me, she was simply stunning. Immediately we were comfortable talking to each other. She loved my outfit and we giggled that we'd purchased our shoes at the same place. She worked at the club while going to school to become an entertainment lawyer. She'd traveled to many of the same cities I'd been to. I liked her. The three of us left the crowd and escaped to a private booth.
"Dance for her."
She did as he asked. I have never had a girl dance for me before. I had to be briefed on the "rules"... what could I touch? what shouldn't I do?
Her skin was flawless and soft. Her breasts were a perfect perky B. I loved how her waist was so small and curved into round voluptuous hips. He was getting turned on, watching me watch her.
She sat on my lap and I noticed a tattoo on her shoulder.
"Wait!" I said. "Is that Sanskrit?"
"Yes, it says Om Mani Padme Hum. You wanna see the Om on my ankle?"
It turns out, she was studying to become a Buddhist. She was half-African American and raised with traditional Christian and Muslim teachings. She also did yoga. We instantly had more to talk about.
He pouted, "I'm feeling very left out. "
"Go get your own girl," I told him, "I'm not sharing this one."
He ventured from the booth as Gia and I sat snuggled in each others' arms.
To be continued...
One Hot Night (part 2)
One Hot Night (part 3)
Oh my. Nothing sweeter than a woman who practices yoga. ;)
ReplyDeleteI can't wait for the next chapter.
It sounds like you are about to get a sexy lap dance from a hottie. I can't believe ya'll are doing that much talking!! I am usually so into the bump and grind, I become mesmerized.
ReplyDeleteMore Please.....
Errrr ... I don't have to wait till tomorrow for the rest do I? I am hoping there is no Part III either!
ReplyDeleteOK, I am very nieve....is this a TRUE story??
ReplyDeleteIt is very good whichever!
Sadly, most strippers say they are doing it for the money (paying for law school! or whatever). Some justify it by saying "hey, they have great bodies, they might as well make money off being sexy."
ReplyDeleteBut many of these women are able to strip because they feel they don't own their bodies, perhaps because they were sexually abused at some point in their life, or perhaps because sex was the only way for them to get attention.
I'm not saying all strippers suffered from sexual or psychological abuse, but I have met enough women who endured those things to know it's a real problem. As such, I just can't go to strip clubs.
I guess I'm glad you connected with this woman on a deeper level than just physical.
Interesting comments so far. And yes, it is a TRUE story.
ReplyDeleteWell Dads House, since you opened the floor, let's discuss this.
I have at least 4 girlfriends who were all sexually abused as children. And all of them enjoy being highly sexual women. They also like looking at women, seeing strippers and watching erotica or pornography as I do. We could psycho-analyze it all day long... they tell me that they feel empowered to take their sexuality back. Now, granted, they aren't the ones being watched.
I enjoy going to strip clubs because the girls seem to feel comfortable with me. I don't see them as victims however I don't see them as sexual objects either. I simply enjoy watching another human being feel comfortable in their own skin and celebrating their sexuality. I'm sure they have to deal with a lot of uncomfortable situations. Gia, for instance, told me that some girls actually do have sex with the customers. (Yikes) She doesn't and was very clear of certain rules she had about her body. She said she actually learned how to have boundaries with men because of what she does for a living.
Who knows if the stories these girls tell are true or not. I had to give her the benefit of the doubt. She said she only had to work one week a month to survive. She traveled extensively. I don't know. She seemed pretty happy about herself and her life choices. I enjoyed her company. She admitted that it was fun for her to spend time with a woman.
Sex sells. These girls are very aware of it and use it to their advantage. It is their choice.... just as its a choice of what we do for a living. Just my thoughts.
Yeah, I'm not gonna do that. :)
ReplyDeleteI once had the opportunity of a lifetime, to meet and talk to a geisha, in her own language. I learned so much about her industry, the image of the geisha being only for that of the pleasure of men, and the fact that geisha such as herself may marry and have families, but must wear a ring so as to have a silent but crystal clear sign to clients what she is and is not there to do.
ReplyDeleteAll this while I was being dressed as one as a promotion for a kimono shop in my town back in Japan. What an amazing time.
I would not know what to do. I am just finally starting to feel comfortable in my own skin. Everything in its time.
Be well, T.
T, you left us hangin'.. when do we get more of the story? LOL
ReplyDeleteDo you think you made a new friend out of Gia?
*hugs*
The women who were sexually abused as children and are now highly sexual might be acting out to escape depression and anxiety. They say it feels empowering, but what power do they have? Studies have said this about sexual abuse: long-term effects include poor self-esteem, difficulty trusting others, anxiety, feelings of isolation and stigma, depression, self-destructive tendencies, sexual maladjustment, and substance abuse.
ReplyDeleteFemale friends of mine who were sexually abused as children were like your friends and highly sexual as adults. But they came to realize their behavior wasn't healthy, and they were acting out.
I think most strippers don't "choose" to be a stripper. It chooses them.
A related question: is watching porn healthy, or an unhealthy addiction?
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sexual_addiction
I gotta weigh in with Dadshouse on this one. But I'll get to that later.
ReplyDeleteFirst of all, what a cool blog entry. :) You tell it like a play, without sullying it too much with thoughts or opinions or your own commentary other than what's called for. Very cool! I can't seem to write without interjecting all kinds of my own stuff. I think that's 'cause I write primarily as a way to work things out and think through things, rather than simply to record them.
Anway, great job recording and revealing the wild night at the house of lust. :) Great stuff.
I have long been fascinated by the concept of selling sex, whether it's intercourse or simply "look but don't touch". I frequented strip clubs for years while I was married. It took a while for me to realize that what I sought was a person to be nice to me. Strippers are *great* for that! I pay her $1 a song and she pretends to totally dig me. I'm sure that sometimes it's even genuine, though paying for it ruins that aspect immediately.
But after a few years I separated from my wife, and fell in love with a stripper. I didn't meet her at her club, and I only ever saw her dance after we'd started dating. I didn't really like it; she was distant and icy when she danced. Most dancers I've known are that way, by default. They can certainly warm up (some, at least) but when they're on-stage everything is subtly different.
I firmly believe that selling your body (even if there's no touching) is demeaning and objectifying. Is that bad?... there are arguments on both sides of that question. My belief is that yeah, it is bad. Lust kills connection and intimacy. Desire, on the other hand, is neutral and can turn either to lust or to love. Paying for lust immediately isolates us from connection with the person under the body we're ogling.
Porn is the same thing. It cannot build connection; it can only destroy it. It's entirely fantasy and objectification of bodies sexuality. I do believe that for some, it's not that big a vice. For others (most of them male) it's an enormous vice that will consume everything if we let it.
A sex addict cannot appropriately utilize pornography any more than an alcoholic can appropriately consume booze.
Masturbation is just pornography that goes a step further. It involves fantasy and objectification. I am very aware of the arguments for and against; I've researched this topic for years with all possible tenacity. Like pornography, I believe that masturbation can be a non-deadly vice for many people. I happen to not be one of them. :) I also happen to have met very few people whom I believed when they insisted that pornography & masturbation were totally healthy for them. But that's all tied up with my own stuff, so I try not to come across as preaching my beliefs upon others.
I often fail miserably, though. ;)
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