Sex Porn goes into a strip club with his friends. It’s not his first time visiting a place like this, but it’s his first time visiting something this upscale. He walks around almost in awe. The tables are simple and spaced throughout the club, but the lights that line the walls change color to the beat of the songs, matching the lights that illuminate the two large stages.
Three women dance on each stage, two on poles and one on the floor. There are three more VIP areas, with thrashing women and men tumbling like mad. In the middle is a 360-degree bar, where four bartenders eagerly serve the guests and waitresses roam around offering drinks. A backstage mirror gives an even better view of the dancing girls. Sexual Porno and his friends aren’t dressed up, but since all the female patrons are in short, slutty dresses and the other guys are in dresses, I’m pretty sure Sexual Porno must be dressed up – or at least in jeans and a button-up shirt.
“You never said it was that posh,” Sexual Porno mutters, looking down at his T-shirt and jeans.
“Just wear long pants and a decent shirt,” his friend Travis insists. “It’s not a big deal.” There is some seats right next to the stage!
Sexual Porn follows his friend while David continues texting. Once they’re all seated, he gasps. “So, Max’s outside.”
“No, shit. Hold on,” Sexual Porn says as he gets up from his chair to go to the bar. He trades his fifty for a forty-five and a beer. He thanks the bartender and gives her a $4 tip.
He turns around to see a beautiful blonde in lingerie. Her top is tied around her neck and hangs down to her stomach in black and silver waves. The light fabric does little to hide her curves. Her cleavage is so great it would be impossible to see it in a sex porno. She has a sweet, narrow nose, wide lips, and shadowed eyes. She licks her glossy lips and steps up in her platform shoes, making her two inches taller than him.
She thinks about it, moving closer, rubbing her bare hips against his. When he looks down, he sees that she is only wearing a thong from the waist down, showing off her beautiful long legs. She has one tattoo on her left thigh, but it is not visible. He feels like she is sizing him up, but he has no idea what to do with her here. He’s not good at carrying on a conversation with strangers. He takes a slow breath and takes a sip of his beer. She strokes the sweaty beer bottle, then wraps two fingers around the neck of the bottle until her fingers touch his lips.
