While out of town recently on a business trip I had a very unusual encounter.
I'm not sure where to start but here goes.
After the end of the Third day of meetings all I wanted to do was have a drink and relax and wait for my flight back home to the wife and kids.
The flight didn't depart until early the next afternoon so I had quite a few hours to kill.
I stopped in the lounge at my motel and recognized some of the faces from the meeting earlier that day.
Most were at a table and they were much younger than me so I cordially passed on the offer to sit with them and walked on up to the bar.
I didn't even notice when I sat down but the gentleman to my left was from our Northeastern branch office.
This was the biggest and most prestigious of all our offices.
I introduced myself and offered to buy him a beer and he politely accepted and thanked me.
We had a few more drinks and deciding earlier we didn't want to talk business we just exchanged thoughts about the table full of young up and comers that had just left the bar area for God knows where.
We both knew at our age (early Forties) that the young guys had a lot to learn if they wanted to make money in this business.
On the next drink delivery I asked the bartender where there was a good place to eat and maybe a little nightlife on a Friday night.
He told me of some bars and restaurants in the area and that there was a few gentlemen's clubs in the area.
I asked my new acquaintance if he was up for a little excitement on his last night in town and he said why not.
We decided to go straight from the motel lounge to strip clubs without changing out of our suits or freshening up.
We had the bartender call us a cab and tipped him well for his information and assistance.
The cabbie took us just about ten blocks away to an area that had about three strip clubs and a regular bar.
On the cabbies tip of less crowded, lower priced drinks and women just as good looking we skipped on P.Ts and went for one of the others.
As with most strip clubs the room was dimly lit but that was okay after the bright lights in the meeting room all day.
We found a table pretty well centered in the club and took a seat.
It wasn't long that we had a scantily clad waitress take our order and deliver our drinks.
We just sat and bullshitted about anything and everything for a while and then one of the dancers came over to our table and sat down. We both knew they worked mainly on tips but just couldn't see giving $20.00 of our hard earned money to have something rubbed on us that we couldn't have and basically didn't want.
I told the girl if they could get a piece of the drink action they would be making as much as a union worker.
Over the next few hours we had quite a few girls approach us for drinks and lap dances but we politely turned them away.
We were having a good enough time drinking and going on about how we wished our wives could do those positions and moves.
We had been in there for about two hours and refused all advances from the dancers and after the last one I asked my friend if he figured the girls thought we were gay or something.
He said he really didn't care what the girls thought because he didn't have to give them money just to keep from being labeled.
I agreed and we clanked our glasses and drank up and enjoyed the merriment around us.
My newfound friend took me totally by surprise when he said in a low voice that if he wanted to suck a dick it was his business and that if it didn't hurt anyone then no one else should care.
It might have been the alcohol but I found myself agreeing and adding the comment that if it feels good do it no matter what other people thought.
I confided in him that once while in the heat of passion while my wife was playing with my ass she made the statement that she would love to see a cock buried in my ass.
He kind of chuckled and said me too.
I asked if he meant he would love to see a cock buried in my ass or his to which he replied "either way".
With the next round of beers the conversation steered back to our antics about the girls, our wives unique abilities and the earlier remarks were soon forgotten, or so I thought.
After a few more drinks my friend suggested we leave before we got too drunk to tell the cabbie where we were staying and I agreed so we caught our cocktail waitress and tipped and thanked her for her hospitality.