Rachel's Dare - Part 4 - Sex Stories

Rachel's Dare - Part 4

... and finding out that his true feelings meant he could no longer emotionally commit to a crazy, zany, amazing wife. I had to remind myself, the Rachel I now knew was born out of the crucible that was their amicable break-up. As I walked in to accept my fate, it occurred to me that I was here now because a man had discovered he was gay. In my frazzled state of mind, I couldn't be certain that this qualified as being ironic, but it certainly seemed like it deserved the title. The strip club was already alive with women mingling about and occasionally calling out at a huge, strapping man who was gyrating, nearly naked, around a pole on the stage. A fireman's outfit had already been ripped off and left lying around, while the stripper went though his routine. As my eyes grew accustomed to the light, I could tell there were several hens' parties in attendance tonight. Great, I thought, just my luck. I had thought maybe, just maybe, Sunday would be a slow night. I had no idea why I thought that might have been the case. Didn't these people have jobs to go to on Monday morning? The music pumped through the speakers, creating an animalistic vibe that worked up the audience even more. As I stood, rooted to the spot, I saw out of the corner of my eye that Rachel was now in deep conversation with the blonde woman behind the bar. This was it, the moment of truth. I was confused to find myself conflicted on how I wanted their conversation to play out. As I looked on, I saw Rachel point ...

... me out to the woman who seemed, even at this distance, to have a doubtful expression on her face. Sensing the tide was beginning to go against her, Rachel seemed to decide to bring out her trump card. Summoning her phone from her bag, I saw her tap away at the screen for a moment or two, before showing the blonde-haired manager something. The woman seemed to arch an eyebrow, and purse her lips in a thoughtful expression. I knew what Rachel was doing. My naked photos were clearly getting another outing. Looking back at me, and then switching to the phone once again, the blonde manager seemed to reach a decision, and gave a few animated directions to Rachel, before ushering her away. My heart raced as I saw the satisfied expression on my friend's face. That could only mean one thing. Tonight, I would strip. *********** Claire handed me the policeman's hat to put on, and gave me a supportive look. After Rachel had returned, she quickly filled me in on what Rachel and Claire had agreed on. At least I wouldn't need to wait long. Claire, the manager, was happy to slot me in next, once the current dancer had finished his routine and whipped the crowd up into a frenzy. Rachel and Claire had discussed possible outfits, and both felt that I'd look pretty good in a policeman's outfit. I was quickly escorted into the changing rooms, taken away from the strobe lights and estrogen-fuelled environment in the main bar, with only the sounds and suggestions of the women's encouragement still ...