"I was wondering if you wanted to go out for a drink tonight?" The text came over my phone and instantly my breathing stopped and my heart raced.
That had been our code for you asking me if we could go to a strip club. we had said if you ever wanted to, you wiulf ask me thst way. We had started to dabble just a bit in fantasizing about me touching a girl for the first real time.
I wasn't sure if I wanted that yet, if I wanted to add in time with someone else touching me and me touching them while you fuck me. I mean I think I wanted to play like that, to trust each other enough to add that kind of spice. But I just wasn't sure yet. As I was talking about the possibility I had told you teasingly that you may have to tell a lot of girls you were not the interested one if we went to a club. You are so fucking hot and you get checked out on the daily, so put you at a bar where the intent is finding others to play and well, I am sure they would flock to you like a stripper does to the patrons watching.
As I said that analogy it hit me. That might be the perfect way to test if it's a fantasy we are willing to participate in or if we should keep it as that, just a fantasy. I tried to see if there was any classy places near us, but sadly only a newly renovated one in oursmall town. If we wanted high end we would have to drive hours and that's just a lot harder to make happen.
I left it up to you, I told you I was up to go get a drink, to see what the girls looked like, how I felt. I had been to strip clubs before but never with the thought of me in mind. It was always in college and I stood against the wall while classmates got shitfaced. So a different kind of experience.
A strip club I had thought might be perfect, you could see a girl flirting with me, maybe touching my arm, hinting at more. We both would know she was doing it for the cash, but honestly that's what felt safe. It's not a girl looking to start a relationship or wanting anything more than to be paid to play. A place where if we want, a girl could touch me, take off her top as she rubbed herself on me. Where we lived it was still legal to touch, if everyone agreed. Consent is everything.
I kissed you and told you it was in your hands and of and when, to just text me that sentence.
And you just did.
I nearly dropped my phone as I looked over at you, you are smiling at me. "Really?!" I say with my eyebrows raised. "Really, if you want to."
"Ummmm sure, and we can leave if I want to? And nothing has to happen?" I ask.
"Completely, we can just go for a drink." You are so fucking hot right now.