Back to the Strip Club
2006-11-20 @ 4:09 p.m.

I try to do something special for Steve on, or near, his birthday. I get him two things: a normal B-Day gift (golf clubs, CD's, etc); then something naughty.

Two years ago I took him to a strip club. Last year it was to a lingerie modeling place, otherwise known as a whack shack (I laugh every time I think of that word).

This year, I was sick leading up to his birthday so I scrambled to set up something. In the end, it was another trip to the strip club. An oldie but a goodie.

I also invited Chase to come along with us. She's pretty cool and has a good boundary sense. She even called me to coordinate Steve's birthday. She wanted to do something with him but she did not want it to conflict with any plans I may have made. That, to me, shows maturity and grace.

Since she was so cool about it, I told her my plan and invited her along.

All of us met, after work, at a bar. It was a Friday so the bar was packed. Steve arrived first, then me and finally Chase. Steve looked surprised to see her. "I told you that 'we' were taking you out."

"Yes, but I didn't think it would be we three."

"Surprise!"

We actually had a good time at the bar. Steve drank a little too much, but that was to be expected.

Oh, this was pretty funny. We were sitting at a table and, of course, around us are packs of single people: guys trying to hook-up with girls, girls trying to hook-up with guys, that type of thing. Steve, Chase and I are together at a table. More than one poor guy showed interest in chatting with both Chase and I but you could see the wheels turning. "Which one do I talk to? Which one is the girlfriend and which one the third wheel?"

One fella started talking with both of us. Both Chase and I conversed with him and you could tell that he did not have a clue as to which one of us was the friend and which the girlfriend. We weren't trying to be cute, he just never asked and we felt no obligation to volunteer any information.

I've mentioned numerous times that I admire men. Even in this day and age they are primarily the ones that have to approach women. It takes guts to do that, knowing that rejection could follow. So, I make it a point to never make fun of men who show an interest. This rule does not apply to men so drunk that they would not even be conscious of rejection.

Later in the evening we meandered down to the strip club. Well, we didn't meander. We drove. This time, Chase and I were not the only clothed females in the place. There were a few more that had come with some guys. There were at least two groups of men that had come with a few woman. It looked like a bachelor party type thing. Like they were out on the town for something special.

This was my second time in a strip club. This place was fairly upscale by all accounts. Once again though, the auxiliary females (the bartender, waitresses) were actually much more attractive than most of the dancers.

I purchased Steve a special dance with a cute, perky blond, code name Tessa. By the way, are strippers ever named Mary or Jean or Lisa? It's always Gaia or Summer or Paprika. So, if you name your daughter Hypatia or Cheyenne, don't act surprised if she chooses a career that involves a pole (yes, I realize they're stage names).

Anyway, Tessa thought it was cool that I brought Steve to the club for his Birthday. She thought it was "wild" that Steve's other girlfriend came with us. I did tip her well.

Chase also bought him a dance or two and we had a good time watching him.

There was one stripper, a peroxide blond, that had the biggest tits I have ever seen. I mean just huge. I think they were real too. She was a big favorite of the crowd but damn! I know a lot of guys are tit-men but can't a woman ever be too big? I mean, there was nothing you could do with those babies that you couldn't do with much smaller ones.

Most of the patrons looked relaxed and were having a fun time. There were a few men sitting by themselves that looked really intense, though. They were watching the dancers with a scary expression on their faces. I hope that the club's employees are escorted to their vehicles when the night is over. It makes you realize that it can be a potentially dangerous job.

After we left, I drove Chase back to her car. She and Steve were both in the back seat. Chase decided to go down on Steve. I started to watch his face in the rear view mirror but I couldn't get that scene from The World According to Garp out of my head. How would I explain that to his family? So instead of watching Steve be pleasured, I ended up driving with extreme caution.

All in all, a fun night.

Have a wonderful Thanksgiving.