Strip Night (2)

These girls were performers. Veterans of working the crowd. The pole work, the floor work, the acrobatics, the circle of fire made sloppily on the floor with rubbing alcohol… I swear it looked like mystical magic when they danced inside the flames.

The absolute highlight for my inner theatre-kid was when a dancer brought a voluptuous babe on stage and sat her on a chair right in the centre. She got the crowd going, cheering and cat calling, (everyone excited to see what would happen next) when the DJ dropped the first few notes of Pony by Ginuwine. The crowd cheered, and then the music cut out entirely. Silence. The sound system was having a technical issue at the worst time.

The queen who was MC-ing the event jumped on the mic and shouted “we don’t need the music, we got this!” She enthusiastically started making mouth noises to mimic the intro to Pony, “Bwowwww, bwow bwown bwow, come on bitches help me out!” And indeed, a room full of queer babes and bitches joined in on the bwow’s and started singing along “Let’s doooo it! Ride it! My pony!” The dancer on stage laughed and continued with her act, straddling the woman on the chair and grinding up and down against her tits while we all hollered and sang the classic strip club anthem.

The music bumped back on and we all cheered and the night continued. I noticed Max across the room talking to the dancer Anna had a crush on, I love the way her face lights up when she’s talking to a beautiful woman. Since Anna was new to lapdances, Max paid for a ‘couples dance’ so she could bring Ms.O along for emotional support. The dancer crossed the room, batted her eyes at the girls and said “I’m your gift.” They melted. She took Anna by the hand (Ms.O in tow) and guided them to the private rooms.

The adorable dancer told them she had ‘sex toys’ but when she held up a cheap blindfold and a novelty flogger Anna suggested something else. Friends, what happened next was not a lap dance at all. Anna and Ms.O started making out, Anna grinding her pussy against O’s thigh, while this darling stripper watched with delight. Her jaw dropped, “this is like a porno” she said as Anna breathily called her a beautiful woman in several languages and Ms.O put her hand around Anna’s throat. The dancer helped to smother Anna a little, but mostly she just enjoyed the show. This feels so fucking on brand for our coven.

My previous strip club experiences were always tainted by my distaste for the behaviour of the men in attendance. I felt myself bristling, resisting the urge to rescue all the beautiful women from the bullshit they were surrounded by, fantasizing about taking them home to tuck them into bed and make them tea, maybe rub their feet. Something about watching women tolerate shitty male behaviour brings out my inner lumberjack, ya know? It’s the opposite feeling watching dancers be appreciated, worshipped, covered in cash. It’s a warm feeling, a lot of horny love in the air.

After the private dance the sweet stripper found O in the crowd and shot tequila into her mouth with a water gun. They both looked so beautiful. I love my friends so much, and I love strippers.

(To be continued…)