Prague nightlife

Chapter 2 by Thund4r

Nicole spots a trdelník¹ stand. She pulls me over to it and says, "Let’s try one."

She orders one with strawberries and cream. While we wait, Nicole wraps her arm around mine and snuggles up to my side. I slip a finger between her legs, lightly brushing her lips. "You’re so wet, Liebes," I observe, just about to taste it when she grabs my wrist and licks my finger herself. "Mmm, delicious. You can taste as much as you want later at the hotel."

When the trdelník is ready, we continue walking up Wenceslas Square, taking turns biting into the sweet pastry. As we pass a casino, two well-dressed men approach us. The shorter one says something in Czech and points to an entrance next to the casino. The sign above it reads "Goldfinger." His colleague, a tall, broad-shouldered Black man, realizes we don’t understand and says:

"Good evening. You’re from Germany, right?" When we nod, he continues, "We’d like to invite you to Goldfinger, the best strip club in town. Free entry until 11 PM. Just come take a look."

I reply, "Maybe later. We’re going to eat and walk around a bit more first."

"Maybe later?" Nicole asks, grinning, as we walk a few steps away.

"Are you interested? Curious about what goes on in there?"

"You just want to see other women’s tits, Liebling," she laughs. "I know what happens in a strip club. Remember my bachelorette party?"

"Which you still keep a big secret."

"We girls promised each other," she says, shrugging and blushing slightly.

"Doesn’t matter, we have almost an hour to decide. Look over there. The stretch limo."

"Darling Cabaret. Interesting."

A quick check on Maps: "It’s up there by the National Museum. A few minutes' walk."

Nicole looks at my phone and reads aloud: "Experience an unforgettable night of sensual entertainment at Prague’s biggest and best strip club. – Another best strip club."

"Wait, there’s more. Our cabaret in the heart of downtown offers an enticing mix of music, dance, and erotic performances that will enchant you. – So it’s not just a strip club."

"Let’s keep walking, Liebling. We need to finish the trdelník before going anywhere."

"Look to the right, there’s the Lucerna Palace. I would’ve loved to box there back in the day. But as far as I know, it’s now just a bar with a restaurant. The big hall is only rarely open for events."

"But we could start by going to this bar in Lucerna for a drink," Nicole suggests.

Suddenly, two young women in hot pants and tight crop tops block our way. "Hot Peppers" is printed across their silicone-enhanced chests. They link arms with us and say, "Come with us. It’s going to be an exciting night."

Nicole, mock-indignant: "Hands off Markus, he’s mine."

"Oh, you don’t like to share? You don’t have to, you’re only allowed to look with us," one says. The other adds, winking, "At least outside the private rooms."

"Let me guess. Hot Peppers is the best strip club in town?" Nicole asks, laughing.

"There isn’t one best strip club, but with us…" the rest is whispered in her ear.

"Very tempting," my wife replies conspiratorially. "Liebling, maybe we should go to Hot Peppers."

"You still haven’t finished your trdelník," I point out, as Nicole stuffs the rest of the pastry into her mouth. Some cream drips onto her cleavage. One of the young women immediately leans in and licks the cream off Nicole's chest.

"Wow, you’re bold," Nicole moans. Then she gets a quick kiss, leaving some cream on her lips.

"If you come in, it’ll get even hotter," promise the Hot Peppers girls, leaving my flushed, aroused wife standing there with cream on the corner of her mouth. I don’t tell her right away.

Next to Hot Peppers is the entrance to Duplex, "The Rooftop Club," a nightclub with a rooftop terrace. Certainly not a bad choice either.

We walk a few more steps and stand in front of a small shop with a prominent green leaf on its sign. "Look, a cannabis store, Liebes. Want to check it out?"

"We should definitely decide where we’re going tonight. It’s already half past 11. And whatever we don’t do tonight, we can always do tomorrow."

¹ A type of spit cake, popular in Prague.