We took seats and my fiancé handed me a dollar bill. I knew exactly what it was for, but he whispered in my ear, “You need to experience the full version.” So my roommate and I went up to the main stage, holding out the dollar bill.
After getting used to the sight of the half-naked, twirling, brunette stripper in front of me, I saw that she wanted me to take a step closer. Being the prudish and innocent girl that I am, I had no idea what to do when she bent over.
She could tell that I was new to this because my face was bright red.
She turned me around and began to rub herself all over my body. She was certainly not afraid of invading people’s bubbles. This genuinely nice stripper whispered in my ear, “Aw, you’re so innocent and shy.” Which was 100% true. With her hands she caressed me from my neck all the way down to my butt. After slapping my butt extremely hard, she turned me around and left a giant dark red lipstick mark on my neck. After getting past the idea that I had just experienced a semi-lesbian moment, I was able to put the dollar in her g-string.
Walking back to where my fiancé was sitting, I felt very awkward and intrigued. Was that what all the hype was about? I could see why guys come in groups; it was a fun encounter. My fiancé was was trying hard to hide his smirk. After I looked at him for about a minute he gave up and burst out laughing. He found it hilarious that someone like me just got caressed and somewhat violated by a giant stripper. He even tried to talk me into getting a personal lap dance, for his own amusement.
I eventually asked him if he felt awkward, and if he was “turned on” by the environment. He simply replied, “I’m having a lot of fun with you, and none of them look anything like you. So no, I’m not turned on at all.” Which was very smart and sweet on his part. I’d probably have been okay if he’d cracked a joke about some of the strippers’ boobs being nice, but also probably a little intimidated.
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