Strip Joint

I find myself standing before a strip joint. I give him a dirty look, resisting the urge to cross my arms. I pause, and after a moment he says "Hey, you always said when we were dating, and that I should never go to a strip joint without you. I've always wondered what would have happened if we did. We've never got the chance. Till now, anyway. Common, let's see how it would go? Don't tell me you're Not the least bit curious?"

I smile, then tilt my head to the side, and say, "Ok, fine, I'll go if only to indulge your curiosity." A smile appeared on his face then, before wrapping my hands in his, and leading me towards the door. With me in tow, we quickly get inside.

A hot blonde is dancing on stage, erotically rubbing herself around a pole. She's already tossed her top aside, which is now discarded on stage. He walked us closer, and as I watch, she seductively rubbed herself up and down the pole. As we watch, I feel him casually wrapping his arm around me, trying to act casual as he grabs me around the waist. He pulls me tight, his left hand on my waist. I allow him to and look his way as he does so. He is still staring at the dancer and soon tosses some single dollar bills onto the stage.

I return my attention to the stage, as she continues to gyrate and strip. As I return my attention, I feel his hand drift downward, cupping my ass in the process. I keep from making any sound, not wanting to draw attention to myself, even as his hand finds a firm hold on my ass. His attention was still apparently still on the stripper on stage, and choose to write it off, even as he casually managed to place his hand under my micro skirt, lifting it up and off my ass in the process. I return my attention to the stage, only to feel his hand grab stoutly upon my right breast. I returned my gaze back to him then and notice he's still focused on the dancer on stage, who is shaking her ass wildly, rubbing herself up and down the pole.

I don't know if I should be bothered or honoured, and resigned to asking him later. Preferably, when I'm not surrounded by a crowd. Or, for that matter, at a strip club. It's not long before her skirt is lost, leaving only a g-strig, which does little to cover anything, I notice, as it's slipped inside of her pussy folds, making its bright red cloth all but invisible to anyone watching.

Eventually, the dancer ends her erotic show, and soon several more go on stage in her place. As they start, My Ex, Scott, whispers to me, asking, "Hey, before they get too involved, want to head over to the bar and grab a drink or two? My treat, given how I brought you here." After a moment, he noticed his hand clamped upon my breast, and slowly brought it down. I appreciated the gesture, though I found myself wondering if he hadn't pulled my top down in the process. The lighting, which was quite darkly lit anyplace but the stage area it seems, did not make it apparent either way, and I didn't want to draw attention to fix such a malfunction if he had. Accident or not, I had to live with it, if only for the moment.

I considered his offer then. on one hand, he was my ex and was liable to just try to get me drunk, but on the other hand, having fun with one of the few people I knew in town would be enjoyable. Besides, a couple of drinks does not mean I'm getting back together with him ... right?