When craving a little female attention, all a single girl needs to do is head out to the strip club with her best straight male friend. So my friend Slash and I departed for the one club in town where, as a lesbian, I’d have a fifty-fifty shot of a stripper actually paying attention to me (with at least as much interest as she showed the men). We rolled up to a bunch of seven-foot tall bouncers in suits and Slash, like a perfect gent, paid my cover. We chose a table in the center of the murky room, ordered drinks from a scantily clad cocktail waitress and waited for the show to begin. “Can’t wait to see some cartoonishly perfect breasts, Slash said.
A beautiful Nubian princess stepped upon the table and I felt my pulse quicken. Slash creased a few dollar bills and laid them out on the lip of the table, for both of us. She crossed the table with an elegant stride, performed in platform acrylic heels, and landed right in front of me. Dropping down gracefully to her hands and knees, she grabbed the back of my head. She smiled at me and said, “Where’s your girlfriend, sexy thing? I said, “I don’t have one. So she just pulled me into her breasts and started to shake. Now exactly why this is so exciting, as well as comforting, I believe only lesbians, straight men and strippers understand. She raised up on her knees, looked me dead in the eye, stuck a finger inside her panties, then put it in her mouth. Yep, I just got my money’s worth, I thought, as I threw a shower of dollar bills on the table. Slash smiled and lit up a smoke.
This outing reminded me of another time that Slash and I were at a private party with an all-nude private strip show. I was with my girlfriend at the time and the stripper focused on the two of us, while a few other people, including Slash, watched. Because it was a private event, all the usual rules went out the window. The stripper, completely naked, ground her pussy against my girlfriend’s lap while I touched the exposed, full breast closest to me. The stripper then began kissing my girlfriend, who had her hands on the stripper’s bare ass, while I simultaneously watched and ran my hands over her naked torso. Slash told me later he had a raging hard-on, which doesn’t usually happen to him in stripper settings. I thought that was appropriate, considering the circumstances. After all, the guy’s only human. Of course, my girlfriend and I went home that night and fucked each other stupid.
The thing is, women are beautiful. And the naked or semi-naked female form is a delight to behold no matter who you like to fuck. But as a woman, a lesbian and a feminist I don’t see anything wrong with women stripping for money. The ones I’ve spoken to about it make a decent enough living and find themselves well-protected from uninvited touch by the giant meatheads standing around in suits. Sometimes we all need a little bit of a sexual thrill that’s harmless, yet inspires us to jump the ones we love. As a girlfriend of mine once said to me, “I don’t care where you get your appetite, as long as you come home to eat. Amen to that, honey.