This is an overdue follow-up to a post I made previously regarding how I was taking pole dancing classes in preparation for Valentine’s Day. As a brief recap, basically, I did an awkward striptease on Halloween that left me unsatisfied with my skills. So one of my coworkers who teaches pole dancing classes and is a dancer herself took me under her wing. Fast forward 5 months later, come Valentine’s day, I was feeling very confident with my routine.
It was a night just for our significant others, which is already exciting since it meant the night was gonna get wild from the get-go with each guy cheering on his partner. However, because I’m a bartender, I again was one of the first people to go on. From the lessons, it became clear that the songs I usually used were too fast for me and that I needed something slower-paced, which is how Sweet but Psycho became my new theme song. When the music came on, I channelled my inner Harley Quinn psychotic but sexy energy and made my move. From spinning around on the pole, to occasionally hanging upside down topless, to being completely naked on my knees, looking into my husband’s eyes while suggestively grinding forward, all of it felt right this time around. However, the best part was the smile on his face and how proud he was of me since he knew this was something I had been yearning to do for so long. That when the song was winding down, I found myself naked in his lap, making out with him, and leaving a lot of lipstick stains all over his face, and sorta set the bar for the acts following mine. On a side note, I didn’t take into account having to climb back up on the stage, so everyone got one last good look at the red heart gem plug I had in my booty.
Once I was back up and had gathered my “clothes,” I purposely swayed my hips like a supermodel until I was on the other side of the curtain and was immediately hugged by my teacher/coworker. It was an overall success, but that was only the start of the evening. As the dances continued, I wore the strappy outfit I had stripped out of and served up some drinks before spending the rest of the time sitting in my Hubby’s lap and watching all the other girls dance. Roughly an hour and a half later, the last dance concluded, and all of us girls had regrouped with our significant others for the competition portion of the night.
Now fun fact about me, I love group sex. I think having sex amongst of group of people is the hottest fucking thing out there since the mixture of moans and people announcing they’re gonna cum is so sexually intoxicating, and it’s even better with people you know, and you’re comfortable around. It’s also important for me to note that all the partners were aware of the competitions and could opt-out if they wanted, but this wasn’t our first time doing this, if I’m being honest.
Anyway, the competition part of the night consisted of the following events: First to get a facial via blowjob, Hottest O-face, Most intense-looking orgasm, quickest anal insertion, Most lipstick marks on their partner, then most orgasms in a set amount of time. I won one of these competitions.
Starting with the one I won, the blowjob facial competition. Thirteen of us girls were there on our knees in front of our significant others. Honestly, I didn’t think I stood a chance after glancing at what the other girls were doing, but I knew my husband well, especially where his sweet spot is, and the next thing I knew, my face was being covered in 8 thick ropes with some of it getting in my hair.
In the O-face competition, I thought I might have a chance, but after seeing how my one coworker orgasmed, it was like she was experiencing an exorcism, and it was hot AF. I nearly came just from the sight of it. The best part was that we were all bent over the stage so we could look at each other, which really was a win in itself. In the end, I finished in 4th place.
Now not to get the most intense-looking orgasm distracted with the O-face one, this competition took into account the entire body. I finished 3rd in this one and was beaten by two of my coworkers who had full-body orgasms that brought them to their knees and gasping for breath, wherein my case I managed to stay bent at 90 degrees with my top half on the stage.
During the quickest anal insertion competition, I finished pretty low since I’m still pretty new to it, and Hubby’s girth is very overwhelming, so I didn’t have high hopes for this one and finished close to the bottom as expected.
With the lipstick marks one, I thought I had the advantage here. Unfortunately, I was disqualified because of what I did during my routine, yet that didn’t stop me from doing it anyway just to please my husband.
Then finally came the most orgasms competition. As you might imagine, many of us were tired out at this point, which was the point since it made this significantly tougher. Everyone took a few minutes to rehydrate then it was no holds bar for couples to do whatever was necessary to get to the finish line. Hubby and I were doing really well, as he carryfucked me the entire time, and in the time span we had, I think it was like 5 minutes; I came 4 times, before Hubby and I came together, and I squirted like a fucking fountain. It was insane, and my whole body was shaking that Hubby laid me down on the stage and kissed me as the final seconds ticked by. It was weirdly really romantic, and we almost tied for first, but one girl got one more orgasm off in the last five seconds.
When the final competition concluded, so did our night, as we all went to the locker room and got our clothes. Most people put their stuff on, but I was so exhausted coming off my adrenaline high and not wanting to fiddle with my strappy outfit again, I just said fuck it and chose to go home naked. Meanwhile, Hubby carried me the entire time along with my backpack while we said our goodbyes, and I gave out a few playful kisses to some of the other girls before we took our inevitable leave.
Like a little kid being carried by their parent, I wrapped myself tightly around Hubby as he walked us to the car. While simultaneously, he whispered sweet nothings into my ear, but I was barely conscious enough to comprehend them. It wasn’t until we got to the car that he finally put me down, and the cold breeze jerked me awake momentarily, as I rushed to get in. Still completely naked, I buckled myself in, and the last thing I remembered before he pulled away was him saying, “Wait till NV tells you about the fun we had today before I came to see you.” The naughty thought of what him and my sister-wife did was what put me to sleep with a smile on my face. From there, I can’t recall how I ended up in bed or how I even got out of the car, for that matter, but it was definitely a fun Valentine’s Day.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/tcnret/mf_valentines_day_at_the_strip_club