The thumpa-thumpa that is synonymous with clubs rallied around me, piercing my veins.
I love that feeling. The feeling that the club is sustaining you.
Despite the drunken mishaps of a bachelorette sitting next to me I was having a good time. It was shaping up to be a good 21st birthday outing for my friend. He had a twinkle in his eye that told me I had made a good choice by bringing him to one of my favorite gay clubs.
Two drinks in and he was already bouncing on the edge of his seat. I, on the other hand had my eye on something more special…the hot guy gyrating on the bar. He was scantily clad in only a banana-hammock and glistening skin. He winked and smiled at me.
I knew better than that. He was a stripper and he just wanted my money. Honestly, I wanted to give it to him, but I’m a smart strip club goer. I know how to stretch my money in that atmosphere.
I heard a muffled voice come thru on the loud speaker but was lost in thought as my friend screamed over the music.
“You bitch! You didn’t tell me there was a drag show tonight!” he beamed.
I nodded with a smile.
What unfolded was better than I imagined. It’s been awhile since I’ve seen a proper drag show but these ladies brought their A-game that night. They did back flips, splits, twirls and everything in between…all while wearing 6-inch heels!
Among the other birthday attendees I pushed my friend up to be sung “Happy Birthday” to by the drag queens and they covered him with well wishes.
We retreated to the upper portion of the club where the dancers were fully nude.
Certainly my kind of scene. We remained poised as we went around eying the ones we liked.
When a man with a cock that begged to be seen started dancing on the wall for us. His front was a great as his back when he turned around and I saw his plump ass.
He humped the floor, working his hips, making his ass bounce almost in time with the music.
He was drawing a small crowd.
“I want to spank him!” I whispered loudly to my friend.
I waited for the crowd to dissipate slowly before I approached him.
He had a cute smirk under that baseball cap.
I sauntered over and beckoned him with my pointer finger. He crawled over to me.
“You have an amazing ass, I really want to spank you, if that’s okay?” I asked.
He nodded and said, “Sure!”
A man after my own heart. I took my dominant hand and spanked his right cheek several times. Not too hard, not too soft…a perfect spank.
Afterward we went back downstairs with our drinks and danced but my stripper was back. The banana hammock wearing oily hotness that I couldn’t take my eyes off of.
He was worth staring at.
I couldn’t help myself as I walked over to him and looked up at him as if he were a work of art. He wiggled down to my level and pushed his crotch inches from my face. I smiled in delight. I took a dollar bill from my bra and held it in front of him. Then I tore it in half.
I stuck one half his front and said loud enough for him to hear, “You’re going have to work for the other half.”
He danced for me on the bar as if I were the only one watching. I ran my hand up and down his highly toned calf muscle; which is usually a no-no but his eyes told me it was okay.
I took the other half of my George Washington and tucked it under his right cheek between his undies and the flesh hugging them.
My friend was dragging me away, it was after all his birthday.
Then my stripper jumped down from the bar and walked back over for a quick moment.
“God! Please tell me you’re gay so I can stop fantasizing about all the things I want to do to you.”
He answered with a laugh and an accent, “No, I’m straight.”
You can’t put that kind of bait in front a woman and not expect her to want more. So hopefully he’ll be there when I return next weekend.