Boys night (Susan's POV)

Wishing Johnna luck with my asshole sister, I headed out to meet Mike at Applebee's, but along the way I received a text from him with just an addressed. Trusting my new best friend, I changed course and headed to that location.

Hanging out with Mike as John had been a life changing experience for me. As myself, I had had very few close female friendships, especially once reaching adulthood. Women tended to be too emotional for me, which is why I had always had more guy friends than girls.

Being with Mike I could just be "one of the guys." I didn't have to worry about sexual tension between us or fantasizing about him giving it to me doggy style while John watched from the end of the bed. That was an old Susan fantasy.

Don't get me wrong, I had never cheated on John during our marriage, not that I hadn't had the chance. I had even sexted with a married guy once for a few weeks, which I suppose one might consider cheating. I had gone as far as putting on my "fuck me" underwear with plans to meet him at the local hourly hotel, before I had backed out.

Ultimately I loved John, or Johnna. He/she was, without a doubt, my soulmate. And I know, I was unfair to him for all of those years. But there has been an incompatible aspect to our sex life that, until the device, we had been unable to get over. Now, things were near perfect...

Then I reached the address Mike had sent me, a shady little dive on the outskirts of town named "The Twins Peaks." If the name didn't give away the establishment's purpose, the flashing live nude girls neon sign did.

I sighed. This wasn't what I had planned for tonight. Going to a seedy titty bar felt a little too much like cheating on John/Johnna, something that he never would have done to me, even at our worst.

Mike was waiting for me when I parked.

"Been a while, hasn't it?" he asked.

"Oh yeah," I said, having no idea.

"What was it, that weekend Susan went to her parents..three or four years ago?"

John had been here before? I felt a little anger and jealousy at the fact that my husband had gone to a strip club while I was out of town.

"I guess so," I said.

While a moment ago I had been ready to turn Mike down and head home, suddenly I wanted to go in. If John had gotten to secretly experience a strip club, shouldn't I get to do the same thing?

So I followed Mike inside. A guy as shady as the club checked our IDs at the door, took $10 each and told us there was a two drink minimum. And then we stepped into a world of depravity and lust like nothing I had ever experienced before.

A young, very short blonde girl with large fake breasts was currently on stage, completely naked. I had always thought the girls at these places had to wear at least a thong or something, but apparently that was only at the reputable strip clubs...or just in movies.

As I watched, a middle aged guy with a dad bod put a dollar bill between his lips and leaned against the stage. The dancer turned around, spread her bare ass cheeks and sat on his face. She ground her asshole into his nose for a moment, then clinched her cheeks, taking the money out of his mouth.

"Fuck, TNT is hot," Mike said.

I had a chubby growing in my pants as I followed Mike towards the stage. We ordered our first round from a barely legal waitress with a flat chest and a massive 1970s porno bush. She noticed me staring and winked at me.

"Who's your friend, Mike?" she asked Mike.

"This is my best friend, John," Mike said. "Treat him good, okay?"

"For sure," she said and spun around. I was staring at her tight, swaying as when she looked back over her shoulder and smiled knowingly.

"How often are you in this place?" I asked as we sat down.

"Probably too often," Mike said.

TNT finished her set and the DJ introduced Diamond Diva, a slightly older woman who looked to be nearing the end of her dancing years. The crowd erupted for her as she walked on stage wearing a diamond studded thong and matching bra, and some hard rock music started.

A moment later our waitress returned with two bottles of beer. She handed Mike his, then pressed in so close to me that her nipple was pressed against my arm.

"My name is Dallas," she whispered seductively into my ear. "Any friend of Mike's is a friend of mine."

Then I watched as she took a quick glance around before discreetly lowering my beer bottle between her legs. She bit her lip as she slid just the mouth of the bottle into herself, let it rest there for a moment before pulling it out and handing it to me.

'Shhhh, don't tell anybody," she whispered in my ear. "I would get fired."

"N-not a word," I promised.

"I'm on next," she said. "Afterwards I'll be available for a private dance."

Then she hurried back stage.

I pressed the beer bottle to my lips and tasted the faint flavor of her hot, young womanhood.

'I think Dallas likes you," Mike said. "But she does have some serious daddy issues."

I didn't know proper pedicure for a strip club, but i focused on trying to keep my new, big cock from getting fully erect at the stage as I sipped my pussy flavored beer.

Mike laid a stack of $1 bills between us and told me that tonight was on him. He gave Diamond Diva a tip, which she took out of his mouth with her breasts. I just sat back and watched, not believing that a place such as this really existed.