I think for many women the words “fun” and “strip club” don’t mix.  Especially if the dancers are female.  However, as you may have guessed, I have a different opinion.  Not that I always had that opinion.  I had two serious relationships prior to my husband, and due to being younger and less-experienced, I was a little more (OK a lot more) reserved in the sex department!  The thought of going to a strip club didn’t even enter my mind.  After being monogamous with my hubby for a couple years, and becoming a bit more sexually open, the subject came up.  He asked if I would be interested in checking out a (female) strip club with him some time, and I said, “What the hell, why not?”  Of course he made it happen pretty soon after that (probably to make sure I didn’t change my mind), and off we went.  I have to admit I was curious, having never been in and never heard much about what a strip club really looked like (hint: don’t go by what you see in the movies!)  We walked into a dimly lit club, with a main stage in the center, a brass pole at the end of a “catwalk”, and a bar at the back (so far, just about what I expected.)  There were tons of tables and chairs on the floor, and lining most of the walls were more secluded looking booths and couches.  The music was pumping and a scantily-clad young woman was twisting and turning around the pole with expert rhythm.  We sat at the main stage, and I began to look around at the clientele.  What struck me was that they were all so quiet!  I truly was expecting this group of guys to be cat-calling, whooping, and generally acting rowdy.  Instead, most of them sat (dare I say?) politely, hands clasped in their laps, staring at the dancer in almost a trance-like state.  Each guy seated around the main stage would occasionally get a little close-up action from the dancer, after which he would place a dollar in her g-string, ever so careful not to touch her “naughty bits”.  There were also lap dances going on around me – women who were individually dancing for a guy, in a much more intimate fashion, and yet without any touching of private parts by hands.  It was mainly “rubbing”, for lack of a better term.  Most of the guys seemed to be behaving themselves, keeping their hands to themselves, mouths closed, etc. (no doubt because they knew if they pushed the line they’d get kicked out by some huge, bald-headed, bad-ass bouncer.)  Anyway, this was years ago when the only girls you saw at a strip club were on the stage.  So, I got quite a bit of attention from the dancers.  “Wow, a girl!”  they’d say, “That’s so cool!”  And they seemed to give me just “a little more” than the guy next to me got.  This was not only true for the girls on stage, but also when my husband talked me into a lap dance.  We did a sort of “couples” lap dance where the girl danced for us both, but the girl spent way more time on me!  I think my husband was starting to rethink his strategy of bringing me there!  Well, by night’s end, I had learned a few things, and de-mystified the strip club thing.  It was not only educational, but actually pretty fun.  Not to mention that when we got home, my husband and I had the most amazingly hot sex!!!  It was as if we’d had some form of foreplay, and were now closing the deal (sans the scantinly-clad ladies!)

Since then, I have gone to strip clubs with my husband, and with some of my women friends, many times and many places.  Although I wouldn’t choose it for every night I go out, it has it’s place in my “repetoire”, and it’s an entertainment that I enjoy.  So, for Part II (coming soon), I will go over some of the things I have learned, some tips about going to a strip club, and just general information.  Sort of a Strip Club 101, if you will.  Until then, keep an open mind!  Oh, and I will save my opinion of male strip clubs (guys dancing for girls) for another post altogether.