Drunk Suzy Strips in a Club - Sex Stories

Drunk Suzy Strips in a Club

... We are going to dance wildly there and be the strippers too. The coming day, we will go see the animals and stuff like that.” “Suzy, you are definitely a genius! The thing is there are no strip clubs here.” She was right. I had heard of no strip club operating in Gaborone. These past six days, I had been deeply starved of sex. I was dying from want of it honestly; somewhere, somehow, I had to get it. “Cara, that is not a problem. We will visit the nightclubs and drink until we get drunk. Then we will do our shit. Does that make any sense to you?” She nodded in agreement, smiling at me again. That night after we had our little talk, I sweated to check all the clothes arranged inside my closet, just to determine which ones I would need for the stripping thing. I had barely brought with me any sexy pieces. Still, there ought to be something that was going to suit this event. I am aware. AIDS is the horror of this nation. People have sex anyhow, get the disease, and die in pains more frightening than what victims of popular horror movies are made to undergo. Regardless, I was not going to let fear of HIV get in my way. Cara was going to be brave too just like me, I counted on that. From the comfort of my bed, I rang her on the telephone when it was close to midnight. She giggled and I squirmed out loudly. “Are you ready, woman, for tomorrow to come?” “I am more than ready. You honestly don’t know how excited this is making me.” I breathed out. “I can hardly keep my patience ...

... too, Cara. Trust me: We are going to have lots of fun.” “Suzy, may I ask you one thing?” “Go ahead, sweetie.” “Don’t you feel pity for your poor husband? You might end up cheating on him, you know?” “He has cheated on me many times than I can count. I feel I am going to revenge all that shit he made me eat these gone years.” “The poor thing! I am in the same shoes as you. My husband has cheated numerous times too. It is now my turn to play his cards. Suzy, we must make merry like the world is ending tomorrow night!” “Exactly!” Having said this, we burst into uncontrollable laughter. “Goodnight, Suzy.” “Night-night, Cara.” “Sweet dreams.” “Sweet dreams to you also, dear.” The call was terminated. I lodged the receiver down and lolled quietly on my bed. Time had to fly now………… Six o’clock struck. I was now preparing to go out with Cara. The truth was I had been making myself ready since the early two hours or so. I put on heavy make-up, collected my hair front-style, and fixed in my earrings and bracelets. Yes. The weather was chilly thus far. I had worn my mini skirt already and nothing was going to have me change it. “How do I look?” I asked Cara inside my living room. She surveyed me and hit my ass hard. We both laughed hard. “You look fuckable, baby.” “Fuckable, baby? I was expecting to hear, ‘You look sexy, mom.’ You look fuckable too, my babe.” We roared into laughter another time. Dunce was the name of the nightclub we set off to. It looked modern from corner to corner. ...