The Pussy Lounge.

"Let's go to the strip club," Marlissa suggested, her green eyes glowing subtly. "I have never been to one either."

"Okay then," Emily replied as she started the car engine. Ryan could see the excitement in her eyes in the reflection of the rear-view mirror.

Emily felt at ease with the couple she had just met and opened up to them. The young waitress told them that she graduated high school a year ago and had been working at the pub to save up for college. She was ecstatic when Ryan revealed to her that he was a field research archaeologist, since she was trying to decide to go anthropology or archaeology, she bombarded Ryan about places he has been. Luckily for Ryan he was saved from further questions when they finally arrived at the Pussy Lounge and Marlissa suggested to Emily that they go inside and enjoy themselves.

"Would you like to enter the amateur night contest?" Marlissa asked Emily, showing her the poster next to the front door of the strip club. "The winner receives five hundred dollars!"

"I don't know if I have the body for that," the brunette replied, blushing.

"I will be the judge of that," Marlissa said with a warm smile. The succubus looked over the petite brunette -- Emily was pretty, had shoulder length hair, and perky C-cup breasts which looked bigger on her a slim build.

Ryan paid the bouncer his cover charge while the women got in for free. The three of them entered the loud strip club filled with cigarette smoke, cheap perfume, pulsating lights, and techno music. They could feel the eyes of the male patrons divert from the strippers on stage to Marlissa's statuesque presence. Ryan lead Marlissa and Emily to a dark table at the back. The three of them watched in fascination as the strippers in stiletto heels dance, gyrate, and do feats of gymnastics on the stripper pole.

"Remember this is amateur night! First prize is $500!" the announcer said as the latest stripper got off stage. "If you ladies want to try out, come up to the DJ booth and register!"

"Do you want to enter, Emily?" Marlissa asked. Ryan noticed that his wife's eyes didn't glow.

Emily bit her lower lip while nervously looking back and forth between the stripper on the stage and Marlissa.