As I arrived at the front of Slutty Showgirls in Tampa, I was having second thoughts. What would my wife think?! Eventually I decided to go in anyway. I mean, how could she ever know??
I walked in and gave a fake ID, just in case my wife ever got ahold of the database. I sat down at the closest table just as the show was starting, and to my absolute shock, the girl from the convention strutted onto the stage!! My mouth dropped open. The rest of the routines went by in a blur, and the only thing on my mind was how desirable her figure was...
As soon as the show finished, I rushed over and stopped the girl just before she went backstage.
"Whats your name?! Your routine was phenomenal," I asked hurriedly.
She looked at me up and down before speaking.
"My name is-"she stopped as she got cut off by a security guard. Fuck.
"Sir, no harassing the dancers-I'm gonna have to ask you to head back to your seat or leave."
Before I had a chance to respond, the girl spoke.
"He was just asking for a lap dance, he's not one of our regulars so he doesn't know any better. Follow me handsome~ I'll take you to my private room..."
I was stunned. She took my hand and we head to the private room.
