That time I [31M] got off at the strip club. [MF]

Back again with another story. I’ve got more, so I suppose I’ll keep sharing because it’s fun to relive these memories. So this happened five years ago when I was 26.

I was a first year attorney at my old firm and was good friends with a paralegal about my age. The firm was going through some tough times and he was getting laid off. On his last day, he told me he needed to blow off some steam and he invited me to grab a drink with him and two of his other friends. I agree, so we go out to a nearby bar in the city and meet up with his buddies. After a few rounds, we not entirely soberly (I’m a relative light weight with alcohol) decide to go to a strip club.

When we get there, there aren’t a ton of people in the club and so we get a lot of attention. I pay for lap dances for my newly unemployed friend and we’re having a good time. I refuse a couple overtures but accept lap dances from a smoking hot blonde and a fit and sexy black chick. During these dances, I can already tell these girls are a lot more raunchy then I’m used to…I had been to this same establishment in Vegas a couple times, and it was fun but much less handsy. Unlike in Vegas, this location has the option of full nude, and these strippers weren’t shy about getting physical with you.

That time I (31M) came inside my co-worker (36F) in the law library. [MF]

So quick background… I’m decent looking asian guy, slightly below average height, athletic, with an average 6.2 inch dick. I’m an attorney, and although I don’t think I’m anything special, I know how to connect with people. At the time this happened, I was single but having a surprising amount of success on Tinder (stories for another day).

My co-worker (let’s call her Samantha) is seriously a stunner. Samantha’s a petite 5’2″ asian/white mix with a penchant for high heels and form fitting work dresses that complemented her perky B-cups and fit profile. She’s 5 years older than me and technically my superior at the firm, but we’re extremely close and much more friends than strictly co-workers.

For about a year, we made it a habit to talk a few times a week at work for 1-2 hour stints (no joke) about work and life…really anything and everything was game. I always had a lowkey crush on her (as did everyone probably) but I did well to hide it. However, after a while, I noticed that wherever Samantha visited my office to chat, she started to sit sideways on the chair in front of me, and elevate and rest her feet/legs on the corner of my desk or across another chair. I would sometimes eye her fit legs in her pencil skirts perched on my desk, and I wonder if she ever noticed. It seemed to me like she was purposely sitting this way to get my attention, but she had an older fiance, and I knew my place.