I took my wife to a male strip club when we were on vacation. We walked past the place and there was a lot of noise, cheering and laughing, she told me to be a good sport and take her inside. There were a lot of women and several male waiters in Speedos and g-strings, the women were really having more fun than I have seen guys have in their strip clubs. Our waiter was flirting heavily with my wife, of course that's his job, and the rules were a lot looser than in female strip clubs, women we grabbing the guys pretty blatantly.
My wife asked our waiter if that bulge was real, he said he would go in the "Champagne Room" or whatever he called it, and she could find out, of course that would be for a $40 tip. My wife was all for this, my problem was. do I go with her, that seemed weird, but sitting alone in the bar would look pretty gay, so I went with her.
We do into this little room with more comfortable chairs and Lance, I'm guessing the name, stands right in front of my wife. He tells her he can't show her, but she can pull his g-string down. She fondled him a bit before she lowered his g-string, he was pretty impressive, she stroked him, he said he wasn't allowed to let her suck him, but it was pretty obvious he was enjoying it.
Lance reached down and put his hand up her skirt until it was obvious she was enjoying this. The mutual fondling lasted about 10 minutes, my wife was hot to go back to our hotel room so we could have our fun. She kept teasing me that she wanted to call the club so Lance could come service her when he got off work.
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