Chapter 15

After Michelle had left, my cock was raging hard! She was finally out on a date, which was obviously going to end up in someone’s bed, Shaun’s bed! I suspected that Shaun was likely going to have the night of his life with my wife!

I put my night-dreaming aside for a minute and texted Jacqui, “Hi, wanna go out after work?” I know that Saturday nights are usually busy for her and she can’t talk on the phone, so I didn’t want to bother her. Text messaging is much more convenient sometimes.

It was about ten minutes later when I got her response back, “Love to, have a great idea for an evening, pick me up here at 9:30. Dress nice.”

I wondered what her great idea was. When I went back in our bedroom to get ready, I noticed a package of birth control pills with several missing sitting very conspicuously on Michelle’s vanity. It seems that she wanted to make it very clear to me what she intended tonight! I couldn’t help but wonder how many times she’d already been with Shaun.

I shaved, slathered on some nice after shave Michelle had bought me, donned a nice pair of slacks and my best satiny shirt. A little later I was waiting outside the store’s back door promptly at 9:30. Jacqui was ravishing when she walked out the door wearing a short mini-dress with a very sexy, low neckline, beautiful as always. I didn’t know how one guy could be so lucky as to have two such wonderful, beautiful women in his life!

She wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me to her and kissing me, briefly touching my tongue with hers, then pulling away, “Mmm ... We need to remember that for later!” Then she suggested we take her car, handing me her keys and asked, “Can we stop and grab something to eat at Burger King? I’m ravished!”

“Sure, sounds good to me, but where are we going?”

“Tell you later, but let’s eat first.”

After consuming our gourmet burgers, we were back in the car when she suggested, “Let’s run over to Umatilla.” Umatilla is a little town in Oregon right across the Columbia River, about forty miles away. The Columbia flows between Pasco and Kennewick, then makes a big swing to the South, becoming the border between Washington and Oregon.

“Okay, but what’s there?”

“There’s a new club that I’ve been curious about, the ‘Honey Bunnz Hideout’.”

I looked at her with a bit of a quizzical look on my face, “I’ve heard of it, but isn’t it a strip club?”

She got a little red in the face, “Well technically it’s an exotic dance club. But I suppose you could describe it as a strip club.”

“Why do you want to go there? Bit of a hankering for a sexy girl?” I teased her a little bit.

She looked back at me, “Just something I’ve been curious about. I’ve always kind of wanted to see what they were like. Do you want to go or not?”

“Oh, I’d love to! Just a little surprised that you do. Lead on my love.”

We rode on in a bit of silence, until Jacqui asked me, “Where’s Michelle tonight?”

“She told me she has a date. This is the first time she’s gone out like this since she left Mike.” Then I told her about Michelle getting ready for her date.

“Wow, she must be planning something really special! You don’t know where she’s going? Do you know the guy?”

“Nope, she told me his name was Shaun, but other than that, as Sergeant Schultz used to say on ‘Hogan’s Heroes’, I know noothingg!”

We arrived at the Honey Bunzz a little after eleven O’clock. We walked through the door and I paid my twenty dollar cover charge. Apparently sexy ladies didn’t have to pay the fee. I thought it was sexual discrimination! The hostess escorted us to a small table a couple rows back from the stage. All the closer tables had already been taken. I ordered a glass of wine for me and soda for Jacqui (five dollars each!). Neither of us tend to drink alcohol at all, so anything stronger for me was out of the question and Jacqui had volunteered to drive home afterward.

I was surprised as I’d driven past this club before on the way to Portland and it always looked pretty seedy from the outside. Inside though, it was really nice. The chairs were comfortable, armless (I found out why later!). The club was decorated well and lit pretty dimly. The stage was illuminated with nice soft, romantic lighting; almost like a flickering fireplace. The lights were very nice to showcase the attributes of the girls dancing and set a very sexy mood.

The stage was set in the middle of the room, with a narrow walkway to get to it. Then it was round, maybe six or eight feet in diameter with a section protruding out on one side for the pole. The way it was situated nearly in the center of the room, chairs and tables were all the way around, so the girls were facing people no matter which way they faced. It was only about six inches or so higher than the main floor, so it was much more intimate than I would’ve expected something like this to be. It seemed like almost every dance was a lap dance. When we arrived, there was a fairly young, cute girl dancing around the pole that caught my attention right away. As we watched, she gradually removed her clothes and guys were clamoring for her attention, throwing dollar bills and larger in front of her, along with the mandatory wolf whistles and catcalls. There were probably fifty or sixty people there, mostly men, but some sexily dressed girls like Jacqui in the audience as well (not as pretty as either her or Michelle though). This place was a horny guy’s dream come true. I had never been anywhere like this!

Well, actually I remembered I had once before, although not nearly as nice. When Michelle and I were in Kodiak when I was in the Coast Guard, we didn’t have a phone. She needed to call her dad, so we walked downtown and the only pay phone we could find was in a nightclub. As we walked in, there was a girl dancing on the stage. Michelle made her call and when we turned back around to the stage, the girl was naked! We were both country kids and literally shocked speechless! Neither of us had ever seen anything like that before then.

This club however was totally different than the one we had visited long ago. The décor was much nicer and the girls prettier. I noticed several very scantily clad girls wandering around the club talking to guys, sometimes taking money from a guy and giving him a private lap dance with a bit of touching and grinding right there on the floor. That was why the chairs didn’t have any arms; so the girls could straddle the guy, sitting on his lap, grinding her pelvis into his! I asked Jacqui if maybe we should ask a girl to come over and give us (as in ME) a dance. She didn’t say anything, but the look she gave me suggested that it might possibly not be a good idea for me to do that. I didn’t understand why not, it was her idea to be here. Girls! Totally illogical!

Then I understood. “Oh, I get it, you want the lap dance!”

She scowled at me, fisted my arm gently and told me very firmly, “NO, I DO NOT!”

We sat at our table drinking our wine and soda, watching the pretty girls on stage and in the crowd. I couldn’t help but comment on the size of some of the bare boobs and other female parts on display, getting some cute giggles from Jacqui. I even got brave and asked Jacqui if she wanted to try a little strip dancing on the stage sometime. I got a very quick and formal response, “No, but thank you for asking.” I don’t think her ‘thanks for asking’ was particularly sincere!

After we had been there a little over an hour and had drank several of those five dollar glasses, I was getting a pretty good hard-on from all the titillation (I love that word!) going on. The announcer once again introduced the next girl coming on stage, “And now ladies and gentlemen, our featured first time amateur for the night, I’m pretty sure you’ll all like her, please give a big applause to Amber! Oh by the way, Amber has asked that you please keep your money in your pockets.”

With that, there was a huge round of cat-calls and applause. Hearing that name reminded me that Michelle had told me earlier that she and Shaun were meeting an ‘Amber’ tonight. What a coincidence.

Then, a soft slow music started and out strolled Amber. “Oh my God,” I thought! This was Michelle; MY MICHELLE! Wearing Jacqui’s gold dress that I bought her in Virginia City, looking scared to death! I looked at the stunning woman on stage, thinking that I had to be seeing things. When I accepted that it really was Michelle, I looked at Jacqui, realizing that she must have known all about this and likely even helped plan it! She smiled back at me, gave me a little peck on the cheek and whispered in my ear, “Just watch and enjoy!”

I couldn’t help it, I was totally flabbergasted! My wife was on a stage! IN A STRIP CLUB! Wearing practically nothing! It finally dawned on me what Michelle had meant when she said they were meeting Amber tonight.

The little metallic gold dress came about to her mid-thigh. The material was thin and barely covered her nipples with maybe half an inch to spare. The back was open, plunging down to just slightly reveal a hint of her butt crack. The front was held tight by tiny, nearly invisible elastic straps around her back, with the metallic gold straps hanging loosely across her back. In short, it was SEXY! I’d bought it for Jacqui in Virginia City, Nevada when she was pretending to be my ‘escort’ for the weekend.

So, I watched. My heart was beating fast, about to pound a hole in my chest. I loved Michelle showing her beautiful body off to people and she knew it. But this? This was over the top of anything I’d ever imagined! I honestly didn’t know whether to get up and run for the door or stay to see what happens. I knew that if I had a chance, I’d tell her NO, not to do this! But then I realized something – I didn’t have any control, I never had an opportunity to tell her no, I couldn’t make her stop, there wasn’t a thing I could do about my wife dancing nearly naked and maybe even doing a striptease show in front of hundreds of horny men! Well, maybe fifty or so anyway. This was something she’d done totally on her own and aside from how sexy she was, that fact alone set my libido on fire!

Just like the night in Kodiak when she’d made love with my friend Alec, or that night with Mike, there wasn’t any way that I could look away. I didn’t know what she might be going to do, maybe she was just planning to dance in that sexy dress? That itself was putting herself on display far more than she ever had before. But I kinda doubted that, Jacqui called this ‘exotic dancing,’ but in reality it was a S T R I P club! I didn’t think that girls on that stage intended to stay in the clothes they started in. Okay, enough of my musings, back to Michelle’s little routine.

Michelle slinked out onto the stage, looking every bit the sexy, gorgeous minx I knew she could be. She started out looking very scared, which made her seem even more innocent and sexy. She walked down that narrow walkway to the stage, really nothing more than a slightly raised platform. When she got there, she stopped and started dancing. My beautiful wife danced and gyrated her hips to the music while she caressed herself with her hands. Her face gradually transformed from a frightened grimace with her eyes half hidden to her shiny lips curling into a half smile. By the time her hands began a slow trip to her hips, the tip of Michelle’s tongue had just peeked out and wet her lower lip in anticipation...