That night, you meet the girls at the strip club

After a boring day at work trying and failing not to think about Molly and Allie's sweet 69, you head over to the strip club that Allie's friend works at. You park in the rear and head inside, your heart racing. You're not sure exactly what's going to happen tonight, but you know your fiancé will be getting fucked, and it fills you with a mix of dread and excitement.

From the warehouse-like exterior, you walk in expecting a dark, dingy strip club full of cheap bum guests and STD-riddled dancers. But after walking inside, you are floored. The place seems much bigger than it looks from outside, and it is full of beautiful dark red and black art deco wall prints, columns and furniture. The room is dimly lit but there is an air of fancy to the place, not at all the scumhive you were dreading. Even the patrons are a step above what you expected—regular looking middle-aged men, in suits or at the very least a button-up shirt and trousers like yourself. Your eyes are drawn the stage that juts out into the middle of the room, where a particularly beautiful, tall brunette girl is swinging around the pole in a devil outfit. Well, "outfit" is a stretch, since it is basically just red high heels, red garter stockings connected to crotchless lacy panties, and a matching red open-cup bra. You take in the dance for a while, your cock stirring in your pants as you watch this incredibly sexy stripper spin around and bend over for the enjoyment of the crowd. After a while, you remember that this is the same stage where you will soon be seeing Molly perform. Gulp. Hopefully in something a little less revealing.

"John!" Allie yells from the full bar across the room. This place is magnificent! You walk over and she hands you a small tumbler of clear fizzing liquid. "Molly told me you like G&Ts. It's on the house."

You take it and start sipping, looking Allie up and down. It seems she has also come for work, sporting a smart grey pantsuit over a white button-up blouse. She looked very proper and decent—not at all like the half-naked sex goddess that was sitting on your couch this morning, eating your cum.

She notices your wandering eyes and smiles, sipping her own pink drink from a martini glass. "Hey, eyes on the stage, buddy. The show's about to start."

You look over at the now empty stage, the brunette devil from before having disappeared. The lights in the place suddenly turn from red to a soft light white, and a new song starts over the speakers. All eyes in the room are now glued to the pole...

And there she is. As the music kicks into gear, your beautiful, innocent fiancé waltzes onto the stage. Your heart almost skips a beat. To compliment the previous act, she is dressed as the sexiest angel you have ever seen. Impossibly high white heels adorn her feet, and you trace white fishnet stockings up Molly's legs to a dreadfully short miniskirt. Above that is a sheer white cropped tank top revealing a lacy bra underneath, as well as a white choker and fishnet elbow-length gloves. To top it all off—a halo suspended above your little angel's head. You can't deny she looks incredible up there. She almost doesn't look like Molly, with her heavy makeup and the dirty, sultry look in her eye. She looked like a professional stripper.

The crowd of men lining the stage erupt into hoots and hollers for their new dancer. You guess most of them are regulars who would be quite excited to see a new girl on stage. Your girl. Molly wastes no time in strutting up the stage to the pole, her hips swaying with every pronounced step of her stilletos. You had no idea she could work a pole like she did tonight—for the next five minutes she climbs up and down it, spins around it by her legs, even and flips upside down on it! And every now and then as the song progresses and the room got hotter and hotter, your precious innocent angel would make fuck-me eyes at the crowd and carefully remove a stitch of clothing. First she bent over, showing off her firm little ass, then peeled off the miniskirt, revealing some deliciously lacy white panties. Thankfully they weren't as crotchless as the devil's, but they were still sheer and left very little of Molly's cute bush to the imagination. A minute later she pulled off her crop top, showing off a similarly sheer lacy bra that gave the whole room a clear view of your fiancé's areola and rock-hard nipples. The whole dance caused an internal battle of jealousy and pride for you, as you watched the thirty or fourty men in the room clap and whistle and cheer all for your Molly.

Soon enough, the song starts winding to a close and Molly reaches behind her back with a wicked smile. Her eyes meet yours for the first time in the dance, and she winks as something unclasps and her bra falls free from her chest. You feel your dick pulse in your pants as Molly's perfect tits are revealed to the entire room, and everyone raises their drinks in celebration. Even the bar staff behind you are clapping and smiling as your sweet little fiancé bares it all for a room full of strangers. She ends the dance by jumping onto the pole and spinning around ten or fifteen times as the men closest to the stage throw money on top of her. It was a weird five minutes for you, but you can't deny that Molly put on an entertaining show.

As the song finishes and the lights return to a deep red, you spot a man near the stage lean over and start talking to Molly before she leaves the stage. She leans down to listen and a pang of jealousy hits your heart. It was strange to see your fiancé topless and talking to another man, giggling at whatever he was saying. The lights were too dim for you to make out what he looked like, but after a few seconds you saw him offer a hand, and Molly grab it. He helps her down to the floor of the club and then slinks an arm around her slim waist. They make their way over to a the lush red curtain at the back of the room—an entrance that no doubt led to the private rooms.

Allie had been watching the exchange too, and taps your shoulder. "Hey, looks like Molly has found her stud. Shall we go and take a closer look?"

You are a little confused, but before you can ask, Allie has left the bar and is walking to the opposite corner. You throw back the last of your drink and follow her, disappearing through an unmarked black door in the wall that was practically invisible from the club floor.