[ModelT-MsDollie]

We are far from our 20's. But as soon as we were of legal age we started hitting the strip clubs around Peoria, Ill and soon farther north up into Wisconsin and surrounding states. My wife, like yours, was always already dressed like a stripper. In fact at times she was mistaken for one. She'd often just randomly strip on a small stage or at an amature nite for fun. Don't remember any money involved except the dollar bills the crowd would throw. Back then we only drink beer and usually after the first they seemed to flow freely from others. Some old geezer was always fondling her titties. We'd actually make money by going out.
Fast forward to retiring to Florida at 55 which made my wife 53 and back to our old ways after not having much time with work and raising a family. We loved Daytona, the large car and bike events. We'd take two weeks many years over Christmas/ New Years and stay in a cheap motel right down town. Even though we had adopted our grandson we were able to get out and walk to a few strip clubs.
On a New Years Eve we were jumping back and forth between a famous strip club with a shark tank as a stage and a friendly bar a few doors down. Closer to midnight and the strippers and a few others talked Dollie into getting on stage with them. Things got blurry because a very mature looking 18 year old stripper somehow was sitting on my lap with her store bought titties in my face. Makes watching a wife having her clothes removed by gay strippers difficult. These things happened often over the years.
The most memorable, and hopefully I can find a rare photo, happened at the Hustler Club on Bourbon Street one summer. Amature nite and we were camping. Dollie just had to dress up and go. This place has an opening above the main stage looking like a boxing ring from the second floor. But rather than a ring it is open to look down onto the stage below. We hadn't even noticed this until money and yelling came from above.
My wife had to sign papers and became an employee to legally strip there. First prise was $500, second $300, and third $200. We didn't ever care about money at those strip clubs and wet T contests. Dollie and others just did it for the thrill of it. Most of the other dancers were what I'd call semi-pro strippers or working gilrs from other clubs from back home someplace. Complete with rip-away costumes and all. It was advertised as a lingerie contest. My poor wife only wore some bustier type thing, short shorts, and panties. Damned glad she wore panties for a change!
Dollie won first place at that very crowded club filled with tit loving adult males. Lucky me, I was seated down front with skinny Hustler strippers and supplied with free beer. It was tough but i suffered!
No photos are allowed in those clubs however since Dollie won a stripper took a few pictures with my camera for us.
We've had many fun times i strip clubs but this was the most she ever won. I forgot now, it's in my stories. Dollie also got several hundred dollars in money tossed on stage. She got addicted. We went back later in the week because she wanted to enter in another strip contest there. We hadn't seen the fine print. lesbian nite. needless to say, groups of girls having sex on stage won all three prizes. Dollie still had fun!