Its late in the evening of Mother's Day, but I'm milking it to the end. I'm staying up late, even though Hubby's already slouched off to bed. I'm enjoying solo internet/computer DOMINATION. Mwahaha.
Now to finish my foursome story. Where were we?
Oh yes. The strip club.
And THEN, while the four of us were trying to decide who was going to get a round of drinks, and who was going to sit here and stare at the ladies being all raunchy with some guy's head and his twenty dollar bill, Hubby runs into a girl he used to go to high school with. She works here now. I admire her sparkly g-string/garter belt combo. We are introduced to her GI Jane "girlfriend" (may or may not be legit). A 6' mountain of a woman with bazooka coconuts right at nose height. I was intimidated as hell and hubby said later that he was too.
All in all it wasn't our scene. We left without buying a lap dance, or talking to any of the girls at all. I don't think I'd need to ask many questions though. The set up and the behaviour on stage said enough. And if I'm really curious, I did see a girl working there who I met at the other club the night before, so I can ask her in a few week's time. Hmmm.... I'm pretty sure that's a contract no-no. Wonder if its something the don't enact, like the dress code, or something they do like Strip-O-Rama, (or whatever that stupid 1:00 a.m. group strip thing is called.)
But I digress. We poured out of the club and back on to the streets. Ever notice how much louder the place is at night? Drunks are looouuudd. Street fights are loud. A half dozen police officers running towards a certain club all at once? Also loud. It was pretty chaotic compared to the sleepy town we call home, but nice to experience. Our hotel was a mere 400 meters away, and what mysteries and excitement awaited there! There was quite a bit of sexual tension in that walk.
The lobby, the elevator, the door key and the green light. Green lights mean go. I was actually giddy, and also felt wildly predatorial. Like we'd just managed to lure prey within our grasp. Of course I did not say this out loud. Good grief, NO! Besides, Hubby was talking a mile a minute. I didn't actually say much at all.
Hey, here's something I've learned the hard way: The first couple seconds, even the first few minutes that you really break the ice are always awkward. But then it gets much, much better.
I am still grappling with how much detail to go into on this space. For now I'll say that I was extremely pleasantly surprised by how natural swapping, sharing a different partner each felt for hubby and me. I thought everyone involved would be more unsure but sex is like molasses, and at the right tempurature, everything just flowed, sticky and sweet.
There are a LOT of position possibilities with four uninhibited individuals involved. One could die of exhaustion before getting bored!
If I ever get into shooting porn, *majorly unrealistic life-plan-goal alert* I only wanna shoot group sex and orgies. mkay?
The rest is pretty cuddly and boring and I won't get into details. I don't know if we will uh, engage in similar activities with that couple again or not. I know we will stay friends though, and that's really the point. We're firmly entrenched back into reality now, with our dustbowl town, and our little 3 person family. Today we hung out and celebrated mother's day by staying in pjs until noon and playing a lot of silly peek-a-boo and tickle games. Presley is pulling up to standing and saying bay-bee, da-duh and ma-ma, but I'm not sure he knows who is who. It was lazy and wonderful.
Prez, by the way, handled the two night separation from me like a CHAMP! I was the anxious mummy with a frustratingly regular baby alarm malfunction. Know the type? I will explain.
You are somewhere without your baby. Someone else is watching it for a while. You are FREEEEE!!!
Ten minutes into your coffee, your book, your catch up with your best buddy, or your blissful nap, your brain will scream at you
CHECK THE BABY!!!
And its like your brain has a one second lag before you can remember you don't have the baby with you and you aren't currently responsible for him or her at all. Its a very confused, panicky second. And it happens every 15 minutes or so for the first little while.
I had a hard time adjusting at first. But the second night was much easier. I had hubby with me, and he brought a phone loaded with cute videos of Prez dancing. We watched them 5 times like the lamos that we are. Taz showed them to everyone we met all night. Chicks dig it. ;-)
Alright. I'm going to end this post now so I can write about other things. Some new and exciting things happening this week. Presley entered day care and spent her first full day there on Friday. That frees me up to go back to the club this week coming up, on Thursday and Friday and Saturday. Three nights away. But we need the money. The sooner we don't rent anymore the happier I will be.
Besides, if I'm being honest with myself, I've missed clubs. I have missed the nightlife, period. Motherhood curbed a lot of opportunities I was only beginning to explore and now that baby is getting older and we are settled and sorted, I'm ready to back out there. More than ready!
Just hope to GOD I don't get pregnant again anytime soon. Fingers crossed.
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