I assumed he was in town for a convention and staying at the hotel down the street. My colleague brought his wife. “Are you sure?” His eyes fells on my body as I crossed my legs. My colleague brought his wife. Then loneliness took anger’s place. “Relax.”
“I’m trying to,” he replied. “Enjoying the dance?” I asked. After working the room and myself, I was more than ready to give this guy a lap dance to remember. Some needed the girlfriend experience, more of a personal touch for their eyes only. My head fell back and my body picked up the pace. I stopped. He gave off the scent of a cop and appeared like an undercover rookie. My colleague brought his wife. Strip clubs are not for everyone.” I smiled and extended my hand. As he stripped, I stretched my skirt over my butt and down my legs, kicking the fabric away.
