birthday suits

This past weekend, my friend, Geneva, turned 25, and in celebration of this occasion, we (her husband, friends, and coworkers) accompanied her to The Dolphin II (the strip club sequel, if you will) for some sweet stripper action—an outing marking only my second visit to a clothing-optional establishment.* Still a novice in the naked arts, I began the evening uncertain in my expectations for the impending events. Would I be uncomfortable, excited, embarrassed, enthralled? I didn’t know.
Turns out, I was all of these things, sometimes all at once. And, more than anything, I was thoroughly entertained. Here are some of the more memorable moments from our booty-themed birthday bash:

-Bryn (who was equal parts nerves and excitement in anticipation of her first strip club experience) leaning over during dinner to remind me (like I could forget) that we would be seeing “twats” (did she really just say that?) and “boobies” very soon, her inner censor having been accidentally turned off by her multiple-martinied mind.

-Watching a beautiful blond stripper dote on Geneva (who eagerly announced her Guest-of-Honor status) and deliver a cube of ice to the birthday girl’s mouth by way of her own kinky kisser.

-Allowing this ice-offering blond (as though I had a choice) access to my beloved baby blue scarf, which she expertly unraveled from around my neck and donned as her sole accessory for the remainder of her sexy set. (I can no longer wear said scarf without smiling, or feeling a little bit naughtier than normal.)

-Saren sitting alone by the stage, seductively smoking her cigarette and sipping her gin-and-tonic, looking completely comfortable on her own in the audience, then later admitting she couldn’t stop shaking, feeling slightly self-conscious amidst all of that stripping, and channeling her inner actress to compensate.

-Geneva returning from her privately-performed (by the scarf-snatcher) lap-dance (purchased by her happy-to-pay husband) to announce that she had, indeed, just made out with a stripper, and subsequently declining an invitation to join in some hot three-way action involving the blond beauty and her hubby. (Note: he was not consulted.)

Happy Bare-Naked Birthday, Geneva!


*My first strip club adventure took place only three weeks earlier, at the insistence of my (non)boyfriend’s in-from-out-of-town friend, who couldn’t bear the thought of leaving without introducing me to the world of exotic entertainment. Thank you, Troy.