It’s Saturday night; me, my wife and our friends all have the next day off. The plan is to talk our friends, a dating couple, in to heading up to the club for the evening.Turns out he’s playing poker with friends and doesn’t want to go out. Cool, she’s bored and we pick her up at the poker game. We’ve discussed going to the club before and the first thing she says is “I’ll go anywhere you want but I’m not going to the club,” she was adamant, darn, oh well.
We head into this neighborhood bar and order drinks. The place is packed and there is some really atrocious karaoke going on. We slug down the drinks and head out to the car. During the discussion of what bar to hit next, she blurts out, “Ok I’ll go to the club but I’m only staying twenty minutes if I don’t like it.” Yes, this is starting to work out. Wildside Cabaret, here we come.!!
Wildside is a smallish club out in the middle of nowhere, one stage, there’s a large VIP room adjoining the main room. $45 to get the three of us in if I recall correctly, it’s a membership/byob establishment. I’ve been here many times before but not in a year or so. I saw no one that I recognized from the past; I was a regular here a while back. We grab the last open table in the back. A couple of table changes later, the girl’s idea, and we’re sitting at the tip rail. Before this night is over we would pass over $180 in ones over to the other side of the tip rail. I’m supplying the girls with ones and they’re having a blast, we passed the 20-minute limit long ago.At some point I ask one of the dancers if I can get 3 girls for a triple lap dance for the three of us. She says, “sure pick out 2 other dancers and I’ll get back with you” she never did. Actually there were rarely any girls working the crowd, a lot of the time the only dancer in the room was the one on stage. On second thought I did see a few dancers sitting at the bar throughout the evening but it was clear over on the other side of the club kinda out of view. I only went over to the bar when I needed more ones. It appeared to me that when a girl wasn’t on stage she was giving a lap dance in the VIP room. Seems like they had more girls working in the past.
Around midnight or 1:00am the poker player shows up, but not before missing his girlfriend get an on stage whipped cream and strawberry, lying on her back lap dance from two nude dancers. She’d commented earlier on how she really liked this one dancers outfit, a hot pink gown with a thong. To make that long story short I bought the outfit off the dancer with a lapdance for our friend for $120, I gave her a $20 tip. Our friend who didn’t even want to go a strip bar earlier in the evening has now shown her tits, been on stage flat on her back in a short skirt showing her panties to half the bar and was now in the ladies room putting on her new stripper outfit!!! She’d had a little too much to drink by that point, it was around 2:30am by then. One of the bouncers promptly told her to get out of her new stripper outfit and back in her regular clothes. Her boyfriend didn’t know what to think.
We closed the club shortly thereafter at 3:00am. At closing a dancer from Jamaica, EbonyAllure, thanked me for tipping so generously at the stage, she gave me a card with a postal address for fan mail and she had a website address listed but it doesn’t come up. She seemed really nice and she was the only girl who approached us first all night and that was at closing. BTW she said she visits stripperweb.com
All in all, we had a blast. I was a little surprised that more….err…. any girls didn’t try to sell us more dances the way we were throwing money around. Most of the time we had $5 in ones on the stage before each girl’s 1st song started. A lot of the younger guys who appeared to me like they didn’t have much money, looked at us like we were crazy, just floating the bills onto the stage. They were spending each dollar as if it were their last. Kinda felt like I’d have to get up really fast when a girl walked by and say, “excuse me Miss, are you doing lapdances tonight, I’d like to buy one please.” That’s pretty much what I did to buy the outfit and the dance for our friend. I came home with way more money than I’d planned on.
What was wrong,…. was it us? Was it because I came with 2 girls? We were not misbehaving until the stripper outfit incident, quite the contrary actually. Was the club just too busy, understaffed??? Couldn’t tell you how many dancers were working or how many customers were there, anything would be a total guess.



Turns out he’s playing poker with friends and doesn’t want to go out. Cool, she’s bored and we pick her up at the poker game. We’ve discussed going to the club before and the first thing she says is “I’ll go anywhere you want but I’m not going to the club,” she was adamant, darn, oh well.
We head into this neighborhood bar and order drinks. The place is packed and there is some really atrocious karaoke going on. We slug down the drinks and head out to the car. During the discussion of what bar to hit next, she blurts out, “Ok I’ll go to the club but I’m only staying twenty minutes if I don’t like it.” Yes, this is starting to work out. Wildside Cabaret, here we come.!!
At some point I ask one of the dancers if I can get 3 girls for a triple lap dance for the three of us. She says, “sure pick out 2 other dancers and I’ll get back with you” she never did. Actually there were rarely any girls working the crowd, a lot of the time the only dancer in the room was the one on stage. On second thought I did see a few dancers sitting at the bar throughout the evening but it was clear over on the other side of the club kinda out of view. I only went over to the bar when I needed more ones. It appeared to me that when a girl wasn’t on stage she was giving a lap dance in the VIP room. Seems like they had more girls working in the past.
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if you know what I mean. Now don't get the wrong idea, :o we went home together (me & my wife to our place),(them to their place).....but shall I say it sure got our blood flowing for the next 24hrs or so. I wonder how many wives who frown on hubby hitting the local club, get the best sex they've had in a while when he gets home, "WOW that was great, what got into you!!!" He wants to say....but can't.

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