They reach the strip club.

Matt and Marissa enter the strip club, the ambiance was dim with some rock and roll playing in the background. There were all kinds of guys there, fat, bald, rich college kids making it rain on strippers old enough to be their mothers, old biker guys fondling barely legal teens. Licensed depravity she thought to herself. Let's how depraved I can get tonight and how Matt handles that.

Matt being a regular was greeted by a couple of topless strippers, "hey Matty, who is she? Did you pick her up on the way? She kinda looks like an upscale hooker. Does your wife know? " Matt was sweating profusely, he didn't Marissa to know about this.

"Well now she does, hi I'm Marissa, Mathew's wife. " announced Marissa to the strippers.

"So, this where you meet all your clients late in the night, hooking up with strippers? While I cried myself to sleep due to the suffocating loneliness? Do you have any standards? "

" We never screwed him, nobody did, he is just a regular who requested lap dance, please trust us you have no idea how hard it is for us to be this. " pleaded the strippers with guilt and Matt is yet to open his mouth, there is no way he could defend himself he thought so he remained quiet exhibiting signs of guilt.

"Honey, stripping in front of strangers isn't hard, getting a college degree or a well-paying job is tough, trust me on this. You made a choice to be a slut so live with it. Stripping requires guts but even guts can only take you so far. If you really want to do this for a living then you have to be actually
Horny to strip in front of lewd strangers, you shouldn't be ashamed of your sluttiness, you should be proud of it. That's how I'll feel about being a stripper, no guilt. " replied Marissa giving life lessons to strippers.
The stripper named Candy was annoyed and infuriated by Marissa's remarks "Oh, so you think stripping will be easy for you? Don't lecture me when you haven't done it, you don't what it is to be me, not every girl could find an attractive and wealthy husbands. Stripping is difficult, you don't know what it does to you. I had to blow the manager just to get this job, you don't what we did to your husband's clients in VIP lounge. So why don't you fuck off!

Marissa was curious, it sounded like a dream job to her, all those lewd eyes piercing her naked skin turned her on. She came to the strip club to humiliate her husband and most importantly get rid off the loneliness, what's more, easy than seeking the attention of all the vagrants while she was in her birthday suit she thought. The more she thought about being a stripper the more wet she became. She decided to give it a go, hey you only live once and what could be so terrible about stripping when it sounds so provocative.
" Then I'll prove you, wrong hun, take me to your manager I have a dick to suck, hell I might let him Fuck my tight little pussy to get the job, Matt rarely uses it. What do you think baby, is your wife good enough to be a stripper? Can I do it? Or shall we head back to our home to discuss your late night activities? "

Matt could only nod, taking that as a sign for yes, she asks Candy to lead the way, Matt followed them to the manager's cabin.

" What are you doing in my office while you're supposed to give lapdances to my customers you Slut? " yelled the manager as soon as he saw Candy stepping into his room.
" I have this crazy Slut who is looking for employment Marco. Thought you should see her, I'm sending her in and then I'll be on my way. "

Marissa stepped in followed by Matt, Marco immediately recognized Matt his favorite customer. Marco greeted him " Matt, I haven't seen you in you in a while. What brings you here? Who is she? Holy sweet tit suckling baby Jesus, is that your wife? I recognized by the picture from your wallet, hell she looks even hotter in the flesh. What does Candy mean by you seeking employment, we don't hire male strippers, I can't even hire you as a bouncer, sorry my friend. "

Marissa interrupts Marco and walks up to him.