Ready for action

I'd never been backstage at a strip club before, but I was shocked at how cramped, messy and intimate it was.

In front of me was an array of racks of the skimpiest and most colorful and wonderful costumes (if you could call some of them that given how little fabric they used). Also spread around were random bags, beauty products and items of women's clothing. Someone needed to do a serious tidy up.

Against the opposite wall was a long countertop of brightly-lit make-up tables in front of a huge mirror where the girls got ready to go onstage.

Brie gestured to me to follow her, and led me over to a tall wardrobe in the corner. Bending down, I could see the skimpy fabric of her shorts flex against her generous glutes. I thought about what damage I would do to such a hot girl if I was in my own body - but was struck by the absence of the usual rush of energy to my cock, and any excitement at all.

Standing up, Brie flung a plastic bag at me containing the waitress uniform. "Here you are, slip it on quickly," she said with a grin.

"Where do I go to do that?" I replied, wondering if there was any privacy.

Brie laughed. "Come on, princess, who do you think you are? This is a strip club, we all change together. You haven't got anything none of us have or have seen, after all - at least at the moment!"

I let out a gentle sigh, and turned over the waitress uniform in my hands.