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The Lap Dance

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As a happily married woman who had spent a considerable amount of time learning how to do a striptease, I figured it was high time to go see the real thing. Yes, Virginia—it’s time to find out what really goes on at the strip club!

  So THAT’S What Happens at a Strip Club

So we all met on a Friday night, piled into a car and drove to Erv’s Ladies and Gentlemen’s Club in Allentown, Pa., where porn star Victoria Valentina would be the featured act.

We walked in to a dark, smoky room, one that was populated mostly by men—men with long grey beards and motorcycle get ups, men in suits, and men dressed like college frat boys.

I’d expected leering and cat calling. Instead? With the exception of the loud thump, thump, thump of the music, the room was silent. The men? Their faces were expressionless. They didn’t smile. They didn’t frown.

They didn’t even look entranced.

They had the same expressions that I’d seen on men’s faces at the mall, when one of them is standing in the middle of the women’s clothing department, waiting for his woman to emerge from the dressing room.

But how could that be? There was a naked woman with humongous ta-tas sitting on the catwalk with her legs spread wide open and a shot glass right in front of her cooter.

I looked away, as one woman does not stare at another woman’s ta-tas or cooter.

My eyes went to floor. Then the wall. And then, just a glance, to the stage.

“Um, uh, um, I need some cash,” I told my friends.

I powerwalked my way to the ATM. I was so nervous that I kept pressing the wrong buttons and canceling out of the transaction.

By the time I walked back, the porn star was making her way around the bar, hanging her boobies in front of the patrons’ faces. Periodically, a guy would insert his face deep between her boobies. She’d grab the sides of her breasts and jiggle them back and forth, smacking them against his cheeks.

I soon learned that this face-in-the-boobies thing was called a “motorboat.”

“And guys like this?” I asked a nearby patron.

“Yeah,” he said. “Have you ever had one before? You should try it. Go ahead. She’s waiting.”

I turned to face the catwalk.

Victoria was there, leaning toward me and smiling. Her hands were on either sides of her humongous ta-tas, and she was jiggling them back and forth.

She reached her right hand toward me, extended her index finger and gave me the “come here my sexy little love kitten” signal.

I leaned in. She put her hand behind my head and pulled my face into her bosom. Warm, soft double Ds pelted my cheeks, chin and forehead.

I had two thoughts.

1. Wow, boobies are a lot softer than I’d expected.

2. Am I doing this right?

She pulled away.

My face was hot. My heart was beating about 180 times a minute. My eyes were at my feet.

And, then, something really strange happened. In the pit of my stomach, I felt a craving for more.

Would it be different to bury my face in real boobies? Small boobies? Medium boobies? Old boobies? Young boobies?

I spent much of the rest of the night pressing my face into different sets of boobies.

In between motorboats, I chatted with Amy (not her real name), a stripper who was waiting for her time on the catwalk.

She’d only been stripping for two months, using her earnings to pay her college tuition.

Well, if you know nothing else about me, you ought to know this: I am the biggest bleeding heart on the planet. Once I learned that she was stripping to put herself through college, I just had to give Amy my money.

I asked for a lap dance.

She led me and my friends into a private room. The next thing I knew, her bare ass was grinding its way into my crotch.

My face was hot and, obviously, beat red. I was laughing, too. I mean, what else could I do? A naked woman was sitting on top of me.

She was grinding her rear end against my privates with such force that I had to grip onto the seat of the chair to prevent myself from sliding off.

She stood and jiggled her boobies in my face.

“Do guys try to suck on your nipples when you do this?” I asked. “What do you do when that happens?”

“I do this,” she said as she firmly shoved my face to the side.

“Okay, so what if I tried to touch you?” I asked.

“I’d do this,” she said as she grabbed my hands and pushed them back, away from her.

She sat on my lap. She jiggled her boobies in my face some more, and she ground her ass into my crotch some more, too.

Soon, I heard a beep, beep, beep. It was the buzzer. My time was up.

I emerged from that experience a changed woman, but not in the tawdry ways you might expect.

I walked out of that club a little wiser and a hell of a lot more at home in my hot body.

I did because I realized that all naked women’s bodies are beautiful, even mine. Some of the girls at the club were taller than others. Some were older. Some had more heft to their bones. Some had tummy bumps. Some even had cellulite.

Some breasts were perkier. Others were jigglier. Some were smaller. Others were huger than huge.

But they all had something in common. They were all soft, all beautiful, and all just right.

Just as all women are, I realized. We all have an inner stripper, and she’s hot just the way she is.


Contributor: Sexthusiast

Awesome, good stuff! Got a great giggle out of this one!

Contributor: Ooloi

"Just as all women are, I realized"

This is so true. Every woman is uniquely interesting, beautiful, and hot. I wish more women realized that. I wish more men realized that. We live in a world of wondrous variety.

Of course, from the guy perspective, you have to understand that this means that Every Woman is Compellingly Doable (sorry, but it's nearly true).

Contributor: glozila

haha! so funny, and Fascinating! truth is, while i'm contemplating getting a boob-job, i know that no matter how big my breasts could be, that wouldn't stop my man from looking around. and the truth is, even with my tiny tits, i never had any problems getting boyfriends when i was younger. so what's changed? well, my waistline for sure, but also the self-confidence. your article is so revealing- i applaud your courage to go to the strip club, and participate! what a revelation!

Contributor: Kayla

Great article. I haven't made it to a strip club yet, but I think it would be a great experience - just to learn something new. I thought men would be much more interested while there, though. Great article!

Contributor: kittenish

I've been to a few different strip clubs, and I never saw or was offered the motorboat thing. *pouts* It sounds like it'd be fun. And damn, I give those girls a lot of credit for being able to dance in those platform heels. I'd take one step in those and wham! there go my ankles.

Contributor: clarefk

i love this. i am takinga yoga flirt class and can totally relate! what is the right way to act? hee hee high five.

Contributor: ayla

I admire this article. I am sitting here in my room while my 18 year old boyfriend is at a fully nude strip club. I cried, then screamed and cried some more at the thought of him getting off to some naked lady who doesn't even know him. I always believed that any sexual act would be exchanged where love exists. So this night was pure torture, until I read this. You made me laugh. It was just what I needed. I sometimes forget that although sees gorgeous girls at the mall, tv, magazines, strip clubs, that he's with me, not just for my looks, but for my mind and personality, something that NO ONE shares. Everyone has different personalities, and he fell in love with not just my looks but my personality too. I realized how insecure I am tonight. And that is a problem that I need to find a way to deal with. But thank you for sharing and brightening up my night.

Contributor: iwantyouwantingme

"Just as all women are, I realized. We all have an inner stripper, and she’s hot just the way she is." I might quote that to my mom.

Contributor: sweetnikki12

Loved this one!!