I’ve always been pretty straight and narrow. When I was growning up, I was a good kid. I wanted to make my parents happy so I stayed out of trouble. When I got older, I went to college and focused on my studies. When I got married, I did everything to make my wife happy.
One thing that always made me curious though was strip clubs. I had never been to one and I was in my 40s already. My wife never specifically said I couldn’t go but I knew what she thought about them so I didn’t. But I’m a guy and I would love to go look at naked dancers! And my buddies always invited me and I didn’t know how long I could put them off and come up with excuses. And I know that one day, I am going to just give in to them and go to a gentlemen’s club like Rhode Island Dolls in Woonsocket, RI. We actually live kind of near there and I pass it sometimes and think about what it would be like to take a step on the wild side.
When I do go to Rhode Island Dolls, I know exactly what it will be like. I’ve fantasized about it over and over again. And every time I think about going to the gentlemen’s club instead of the place I told my wife I’d be, I get even more turned on. It feels so good to be bad!
The first thing I’d do is find a seat right in the front of the main stage. I want to see all action. I’d order a beer and watch the show. After a few songs, a sex kitten named Buffy would walk over, sit on my lap, and ask me if I’m having fun. I think my huge grin is a good indication I’m having a great time, but I laugh and ask her if she wants a drink. I order her a glass of champagne and a Captain and Coke for myself. We shoot the shit for a few minutes and then she asks me if I’d like to have a lap dance.
I’ve never had a lap dance before, so of course I said yes. She pointed to the corner of the room and told me to go make myself comfortable and that she’d be right back. I did as I was told. She finally reappeared wearing a slinky white teddy, white-lace thigh highs attached to a lace garter belt, and a little white G-string. I could see her perky pink nipples through the sheer material, and my jaw dropped. She laughed as she turned around and bent over so I could look at her firm ass. There wasn’t a tan line in sight, only miles and miles of soft, smooth skin the color of caramel.
The stripper danced in front of me and I watched her as she slowly took off her lingerie. I thought it couldn’t be any better until she climbed on top of me, placed one leg on each side of my hips, and started to bounce up and down like she was riding a pogo stick. Her tits were bobbing in my face – barely a few centimeters away. I admit, I got a semi, but I couldn’t help it. I was able to get it down before she noticed. I start thinking that I wish I came to a strip club a long time ago. Who cares if my wife didn’t want me to go. I’m in control of my own life, not her, and I’m loving this life at Rhode Island Dolls.
I couldn’t pry myself away from this hottie, so I paid for three lap dances in a row. Then I walk back to my seat with a huge smile on my face and order another drink. There are so many sexy babes dancing naked around me, I don’t know where I should look. Before I know it, there are three more erotic dancers sitting next to me and flirting with me. We are having a great time. Then a few more show up. Next thing I know, I’m surrounded by about 20 topless strippers, who are all pleading for me to choose them for my next lap dance. Now, my wife is the furthest thing in my mind. I have one lap dance after another, sometimes with two or three Dolls at a time. I feel like a gangsta in the movies. You know, those bad guys that always have the hot chicks by their side.
The fantasy has to end eventually. But one day, it’s not going to be a fantasy. Maybe this weekend!