It was my boss’s fiftieth birthday. He’s a nice enough guy but gets embarrassed easily, so the other girls in the office and I thought we’d take him to a strip joint for a few drinks. I know that sounds ridiculous for a bunch of women to take a guy there, but we thought it would be a blast.
We’re a noisy bunch, so when we arrived, most people glanced our way. We had a great table right up close. There were eleven in our group—six guys and five women. I didn’t see any other women there…sitting at the tables, that is.
After a few drinks, we all relaxed and enjoyed the show. The strippers at this club were amazing. I mean, not only were they good-looking, but they really knew their stuff, knew how to move their bodies in the most artistic way. I was really impressed, as I’d never been to a
