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Click hereShe did have enough sense about her to grab the guy's head to keep from falling as she climbed down from the chair. She kissed him softly on the cheek, picked up her money and shirt and slowly headed back to the dressing room.
As Gigi disappeared through the doorway, Bob turned to me and asked if I was ready to leave.
"Hell no," I replied, "I can't just leave Gigi here."
"You have to." Bob responded, "But don't worry, Sally's back there with her. Look, the manager knows that she's married and but if he found out you were in here, he'd fire her in a heartbeat. Hell, the only reason I can be here tonight is cause Sally's not dancing. But, ya don't hafta worry. Sally'll bring Gigi to The Club in a little bit. Chuck and Marlene are waiting for us there."
"The Club?" I queried, "What's The Club?"
"Trust me, my friend." Bob answered, "You'll like The Club."
- COMMENTS
oldbearswitchalmost 5 years agoNever heard of a non-prostilegal major city where gals can lap sex in the main room without getting busted. Interesting reveal. Good solid four
woodmanoneover 14 years agoI don't care for this type of story, husband enjoying his wife with other men, but I read this one so I could comment intelligently. The story was well written and flowed well which makes for an easy read. It has some minor faults but after all we are just amateur writers. Even though I don't personally care for this type of story I just had to make a comment about the anonymous Andy and hate Nazi that has commented on each of your stories. To this idiot I say as much as you dislike this authors stories you keep reading them and spouting you idiotic comments. You're like the guy that keeps hitting himself with a hammer because it feels so good when he stops. I challenge you to send the author an email with a good return address and have a dialog with him. Instead you hide behind anonymity so you don't have to answer for your dumb and dumber comments. Go bother someone else you ass.
gigintonyover 14 years agoAuthorYou hide your name so you can make snide remarks from a safe hiding place like the radical insurgants who plant mines and bombs to hurt innocent perple.
After I overcame my initial fears the first night and I allowed my friend's husband to take me from behind as I blew my hubby, I decided to take it one step furthur. I did what my husband said I did as a surprise for him. He always got a thrill out of showing off my pictures to his buddies so Sally, Bob and I conspired to give him a real thrill; and when he saw me up on stage, dancing naked in front of 40 guys, he was thrilled beyond belief.
I don't really mind you calling me a slut because I guess I am one and many thoughtless, mind-dead people do call us sluts (and worse) in a mean spirited way, but what I do resent are your mindless accusations that strippers are all drug users and HIV recepticals. I have known professional people (doctors, lawyers, politicans and even priests who became addicted to drugs for whatever reason and became infected) so that shit doesn't fly with me.
My daddy used to say, "If you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all."
