"How was bowling tonight, win any games?"
"Yes honey, teamed up with Tim tonight and we beat Max and Stan twice."
"Good, well it's late I'm off to bed see you in the morning."
"Goodnight honey, I'm going to have a shower and watch some TV."
Every Friday night I go bowling with my mates, or so I tell my wife Jean, they also tell their wives the same thing.
Truth is we go to the local strip club.
We're all around the same age in our early 40's, we were all at school together and always seemed to hang out together even after we finished school. We are all married, we all love our wives but Friday night is our escape from reality and we get pleasures that we don't get at home.
The girls in the club wear half cat mask which cover the top half of their faces and since it's the Pussy Cat Club it's only appropriate. The only items of clothing are skimpy panties and stilettos unless it their turn to dance, then they wear a costume which they slowly strip off until naked.
The girls wander around serving drinks and giving lap dances all under the careful eye of several burly bouncers.
Then there's the back room, actually two rooms, one for the girls and one for the men. The men's side have four cubicles which each have a television monitor and a glory hole, when you first enter the monitor is showing porn and when the girl positions herself in front of your hole it switches to look down on her, giving you a view of her sucking your cock.
About a month ago a new girl started, she is a leggy blonde with a peachy ass, juicy round tits and large perky nipples, her long hair reaches halfway to her ass and she always wears it in a single plait.
Tonight was the first night I got a really close look at her, she brought our drinks to the table then gave Tim a lap dance. Once I manage to drag my eyes from her tits I ran them over her body, I couldn't see much of her face other than her crystal blue eyes looking at us through her mask, juicy full lips which she periodically ran her tongue over. She has a firm flat stomach and long slender legs, she is wearing skimpy black lace panties and up close she might as well have been wearing nothing, they are basically see through, you can clearly see her shaved pussy and two large, juicy lips.
While I have been studying her body I also admire her tattoos, she has a small blue butterfly on her left wrist, a larger butterfly on her left breast and around each areola the skin has been tattooed the same colour as the areola to turn them into flower petals with the nipple at the centre, a very sexy and distinctive look.
She's enjoying our attention, smiling brightly at us as she pulls the crotch of her panties tighter to expose some pussy lips.
As she finishes with Tim she stands up, leaning forward on the table, her tits dangling enticingly in front of my face, "I'll be in the room for the next hour if you boys want to try your luck," she's staring directly at me as she speaks.
As I said there are four glory hole which mean four girls. What we have been told is that each girl works the same hole for an hour and gets a bonus based on the number of cocks they make come, this gives us a one in four chance of getting this blonde dynamo.
The glory room is very popular, you don't have control over when your turn comes up or what cubicle you get. We all go pay our money then wait for our turn, hoping the hour doesn't run out before we get in.
After 20 minutes Tim and Stan go in together, 10 minutes later they both come out, they shake their heads indicating they didn't get her service, Max goes next. My turn comes with Max still inside, the end cubicle is free, I start moving towards it when Max steps out of the second, seeing me his smile grows broader, "It's her."
I step into the cubicle, the monitor shows a petite red head being split roasted by a pair of BBC, it's very hot listening to her muffled moans as they slam their cocks into her. The screen goes blank, then it comes to life showing a girl with plaited blonde hair and a blue butterfly on her tit kneeling on the floor.
I push my cock through the glory hole, her hand with the butterfly tattoo on the wrist holds my cock as her mouth wraps around it, swallowing it.
I'm not sure if it's the best blow job I ever had or it's my excitement about who's performing it, maybe a combination of both but either way it isn't long until I'm filling her mouth with cum.
Back at the table Max and I boast about our success as we stir Tim and Stan.
For the next month it becomes a regular thing, our girl gives someone at the table a lap dance and everyone else an eyeful of her gorgeous body. She then tells us she's off to the glory hole inviting us to join her.
We call her our girl as she seems to appear at our table as soon as we all sit down, she has even got to know our names even though we don't know hers.
Possibly it's something all the girls do, we don't know or care, it gets her plenty of tips and gets the club extra money as we never miss a lap dance or trip to the glory hole. Either way she's hot as fuck and we love the attention.
Thing took an interesting twist several weeks later at church, I'm not a regular, my wife goes each week, I probably go once every couple of months and then mainly to keep the peace at home.
This particular Sunday Jean convinces me to go as the church is having a lunch after the service to farewell the old preacher. His replacement has been in town for a couple of months and will be taking over next week. The church elders are doing the lunch to give the congregation a chance to say goodbye.
I'm sitting at the end of my pew beside the aisle, half day dreaming as the sermon takes place, I'm looking around to see who else is here and hoping to find someone interesting to talk to at lunch.
I see the new preacher's daughter, I'm guessing she's in her early twenty's, from a distance she has an attractive face with her blonde hair tied up in an bun. Apart from this I can't really see her body, her clothes are very conservative and loose fitting, hiding any bare skin and body shape.
I return to looking around the room, if I can find the right person I might be able to sneak off to the pub just down the road.
Jean taps my arm, I turn to look at her, she holding the collection plate, I've been daydreaming so much I didn't even see them start the collection.
I fish in my pocket for a couple of coins placing them on the plate, she gives me a scowl, of course I realise, it wasn't money she wanted, she wants me to take the plate and give it to whoever collecting it.
I'm just about to reach for the plate when I get a strong whiff of perfume, the preachers daughter is leaning over in front of me, her arm reaching out to take the plate off my wife.
The perfume is intoxicating and slightly familiar, I inhale deeply as I try to remember where I smelt this aroma before. My eyes follow her hand movement towards the plate, as she stretches the sleeve of her top moves up her arm, it's at that moment I see a little blue butterfly on her wrist.
'Oh my god,' I think as I look at her face, 'Is this our girl from the club?'
She returns my look giving me a smile and running her tongue over her lips as she says "Thank you."
"You alright Greg, your acting weird?"
"Sorry Honey, I'm fine," I'm just trying to hide my hard-on and get my head around what just happened.
"Well move, everyone waiting for you so we can leave."
The church is emptying and my pew is standing up waiting for me to lead them out, I stand adjusting my pants as I step into the aisle. I glance around, the preacher and his wife stand at the door shaking hands but I don't see his daughter. I move towards the door, politely shaking their hands as I step outside.
Jean goes off with several other ladies to start setting out the food, I stand off to one side, processing the fact that my stripper might also be my preachers daughter when a voice breaks my trance.
"High Greg, can you give me a hand in the vestry, Daddy wants me to move some stuff and I could use the help of a big strong man."
"Umm....well....umm I don't know...umm...my wife...."
"I'm sure she won't mind you helping the preachers daughter," and before I can do anything she takes my hand leading me to the vestry.
I stand in the room looking around, everything looks neat and organised.
"What needs moving?...umm... Sorry I don't know your name."
