About five years ago I was invited to a male strip joint to meet up with a couple of friends and have some drinks. It was a Friday night in November so I dressed in a sweater and jeans. I had been to plenty of female strip clubs in the past but never a male club. I felt it could be interesting so I gave it a try. I noticed the place was ethnically diverse as I like it, being an African American male of a more caramel complexion. I was in my early thirties here and had a very athletic physique with good muscle and very little body fat.
Upon meeting up with my friends they welcomed me to the place and showed me around a bit. There was a bar, a vast lounge area, a big main stage with a huge screen right behind it as well as video cameras. All of which I found to be fascinating.
My friend Huong, a second generation Japanese gay male and his Caucasian boyfriend John showed me to the table where we'd be seated. Well, I wouldn't be seated for long but didn't know it at the time. Within a minute one of the hosts came up to us.
"Is this the guy?" he had asked my friends. Huong and his man shook their heads yes enthusiastically. I then wondered what was going on. The host then had a sinister smile on his face.
"Pleased to meet you. Come on with me to the stage. I would like to show you something" said the host. Reluctantly I followed along thinking it couldn't possibly be anything malicious. He lead me up the slight stairway and to the main stage and asked me to sit on a stage couch. I sat for a moment.