This is a true story. All of my stories are and will be true.
“First, you’re going to put on a show for me.”
It’s deep into the night at a downtown club and I just told my husband, “I need you inside me . . . RIGHT . . . NOW.”
But since I was the first to express sexual desire he wants me to perform for his cock. He wants me to put on a show. As we continue to lean against the center bar, his hand gliding up and down the back of my thigh, inching ever higher underneath my pleated black skirt, I understand what he wants.
I scan the darkened club looking for the best place to put on a show. There are lots of girls already on the main stage where most eyes are watching. I check the side platforms that are smaller, where no more than five girls can dance. I decide on a side platform agains the wall with a stripper pole on it.
“Follow me, then,’ I tell him.
“No. I’m going to stay here and finish my drink,” as he leans agains the bar sipping his Vodka Soda. “I’ll watch from here.”