In da club...(bottle full of bub...)

You walk down into the dark, neon-soaked confines of Club 316. It's a smaller club, but it appears every bit as classy as a marquee establishment. You've never been to this club, but it's definitely not the Black Diamond. Cushioned banquettes line the walls, and deep armchairs surround small tables dotted throughout. Pictures of scantily clad, big-titted dancers adorn the walls, and posters advertising upcoming featured performers. The main, u-shaped stage with poles dominates the space, and there's the obvious private rooms down a hallway. You pay the covers, and head to the bar. The bartender,a pretty black haired beauty with big tits in a black bikini top, smiles at you.
"Welcome to 316 folks! What can I get you?"
"How about you, baby?" Jenna laughs, and the bartender gives a nervous chuckle.
"Jenna...don't..." you look at the bartender. "Sorry..."
Jenna backhands you in the chest. "I'm just kidding, James. Can I get a vodka tonic?"
{if JxKDom = 1
}After the girl delivers your drinks, Jenna turns and gives you a look. "Don't treat me like a child, James."
"Just because your a woman doesn't mean you can break the rules, honey, and the first rule of strip clubs is 'don't be a creep.'"
She scoffs, jaw dropping. "I'm a creep, huh?"
"No... I'm just saying...don't be creepy."
She gives a little Miss-Piggy-style "hmph..." and turns to sit down at the rail, squeezing into one of the few empty chairs.
{else
}After the bartender delivers your drinks, you give your wife a look.
"What?"
"Honey, they don't like that kind of stuff, even if you're a girl."
"Sorry, I'm not a strip club expert, like you..." she puts a childish little weasel into her voice, and then smiles. "You're right, though. Sorry."
She slinks over to the rail, and sits down, beckoning you to follow.
{endif
}The club isn't exactly at capacity, but there's still plenty of guys and some girls crowding around the rail as two dancers work opposite sides of the stage.

You join Jenna at the rail, and enjoy a few songs worth of action from the girl on your side, a cute little thing with star pasties and furred boots. Jenna is generous with the singles, and earns a little extra attention for the two of you. She giggles in delight when the girl leans out over her, offering her a quick little motorboat, with she of course takes advantage of, slipping a fiver into the girl's g-string. This is pretty good time, you think.
After she departs, a new girl takes the stage, and Jenna turns to you. "I liked her...I hope she comes out on the floor soon." She has hunger in her eyes. You rub her shoulders.
"You definitely have a thing for young blondes, huh baby?"
She leans back against you, and sighs. "Is it that obvious, hon?"
A few minutes later, while sitting at a table away from the rail, Jenna sips her drink and scans the room like a hawk. She's politely turned down a few cuties that have ventured your way, but now, her eyes are locked on one particular vixen as she approaches your spot.