One Wild Night

981  Strip Club Experience

"I am so exhausted." Lucy groaned as her and Tom walked into their bedroom, and she kicked her shoes off from her feet.

"Yeah. It's been a long day," Tom said as he tugged off his tie.

"My feet are killing me," she said as she dropped on the couch, rubbing her feet.

"Need a foot massage?" Tom asked, turning to look at her as he undid his buttons.

Lucy giggled, "Asking that while taking off your clothes, sounds pretty suggestive, don't you think? Almost like something a male stripper would say," she said, and Tom chuckled.

"That was a harmless question, but now that you mention it, it does sound like something a stripper might say. After one trip to the strip club you've become the expert on strippers, huh?" He teased, and she laughed softly.

"While we are on the subject, I should let you know that I plan to visit a male strip club," she said, and Tom raised a brow.

"What?" He asked in disbelief.

"If we could go watch naked ladies dance, why can't we watch naked men do the same?" She asked with a grin, causing Tom to arch his brow.

"But you didn't enjoy being at the strip club so much. Why would you want to repeat the experience?" Tom asked, as he recalled their experience at the club.

Flashback

Tom's gaze was fixed on Lucy as she glanced around the dimly lit private VVIP room of the club trying to keep her cool despite the awkward flutter in her chest.

The bass of the music pulsed through the room, adding to her restlessness as two strippers entered.

The performers moved with practiced ease, their confidence shining through every sway and spin, but Lucy found herself shifting in her seat, her gaze flickering between the dancers and Tom, who sat beside her, watching the show.

She wanted to look comfortable, like this was no big deal. After all, wasn't this supposed to be a fun experience? But something felt off about being here.

She couldn't help glancing at Tom every few moments, hoping he didn't notice how awkward she felt.

Tom who had been very aware of her discomfort and was waiting to see if she would express it, leaned closer to her after a while, "Are you okay?" He asked, his voice a low murmur in her ear.

"Yeah," she replied a bit too quickly, trying to flash him a reassuring smile. "It's… interesting."

Tom raised an eyebrow, and shook his head. Before she could say anything else, he gave a polite nod to the dancers. "Thank you for your time, ladies," he said, reaching for his wallet and tipping them generously. "We'll leave it here for now."

The performers gave him an appreciative smile, taking their cue to leave the room. Once they were gone, Lucy let out a breath she didn't realize she'd been holding, her shoulders relaxing as the heavy atmosphere lifted.

"I'm so disappointed, Jewel," Tom said with a shake of his head, and Lucy's brows pulled together.

"I'm sorry," she murmured, feeling a twinge of guilt. "I probably ruined it for you."

"You're disappointing me even more," Tom said with a sigh as he reached over to take her hand. "No, you didn't ruin anything. I expected you to know that if you're not comfortable, it's not an experience I would want, either. Besides, we agreed that we would leave if you're uncomfortable."

Lucy's gaze softened. "I know. But you seemed to be enjoying it and I didn't want to rain on your parade. You were enjoying it, weren't you?" She asked hesitantly, not entirely sure she wanted to hear the answer.

A hint of a smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he scratched the back of his neck. "I can't say I wasn't. I mean, it's natural for men to enjoy shows like this."

She gave a small nod, appreciating his honestly. "You could come back on your own sometime, you know. Or I could even… step out for a while."

He laughed, shaking his head. "As thoughtful as that is, Jewel, it's really not something I want to do without you. Honestly, I'm more interested in things we can enjoy together."

"But you said you've been to strip clubs before," she reminded him.

"Yes, I have. Tell me, why didn't you like it?" He asked, and she smiled, feeling a bit more at ease.

"I guess I just don't like the idea of you watching other women," she confessed, half-embarrassed.

"That's fair," he said with a warm smile. "So, are you asking me to come back on my own so that you can be at home overthinking about it while I'm here enjoying myself? Do you think you'd be okay being out there while I'm in here being entertained by strippers?" He asked, and she shrugged, glancing away, her cheeks flushed.

"Maybe? I don't really know. It's just that it's something you like. I don't want to be the kind of partner that doesn't let you do things you like. I don't want a situation where you have to do it secretly. I know some men do it," she said, and Tom nodded.

"I get what you mean. But trust me, I won't hide something like that from you or anything else for that matter. I don't want to ever give you reasons to be uncomfortable. Okay?" He said, and she smiled and gave him a nod.

Tom tilted his head, a playful spark in his eyes. "Well, since it's just the two of us here now… maybe you'd want to give me a little private show?"

Lucy's eyes widened, a surprised laugh escaping her lips. "A private show? Me?"

"Why not?" he said with a grin. "You've got moves. And you'd be the only one I want to watch and touch, anyway."

With a bashful laugh, Lucy took a deep breath, feeling both silly and strangely excited since she was yet to really practice all that Candace and Andy had taught them. She stood, trying to recall some of the movements she'd seen from the dancers earlier and blend them. "Alright, but don't expect me to be as good as them," she warned, shooting him a playful look.

Tom settled back in his seat, grinning as he watched her sway her hips, clearly having fun just seeing her try. As she grew more comfortable, Lucy let herself get into the rhythm, rolling her hips and even giving him a teasing spin.

His laughter soon quieted as his gaze turned more appreciative, and Lucy felt her own heart pounding as she moved closer, placing her hands on his shoulders as she straddled him.

Tom's hands settled naturally at her waist, drawing her in, and before they knew it, they were kissing and making out, both panting hard.

In that moment, they forgot all about the awkwardness of the club, wrapped up in their passion for each other.

Back to te present, Lucy shrugged, though a small smile played on her lips. "I think seeing the men's version would be different, you know? Besides, then you'd know how you feel about me seeing naked males," she said and Tom smirked, crossing his arms as he leaned against the wall.

"Oh really? And you think you'll be more comfortable with shirtless, gyrating men?"

She rolled her eyes, a little embarrassed.  "Maybe I would. I mean, what's the harm in finding out?" She asked, trying to sound brave.

Tom shook his head, amused. "Fair enough. I'd like to see how that goes as long as no one comes close enough to touch you."

Lucy laughed, though her cheeks flushed at the thought. "I appreciated that you did that at the club. I mean, demanding that none of the ladies come close or touch you."

Tom shrugged, "I'm glad I did, seeing how you didn't even like the idea of seeing me watching them," he said, and she nodded her gaze meeting his.

"I get it was just a performance. But… I felt really weird seeing you watch them. Maybe you'd understand if we visit a male strip club," She trailed off, glancing at her hands.

"Don't worry. I understand enough and I like that you feel that possessive about me," Tom assured her, his expression softening as he moved to sit beside her, taking her hands in his.

"Plus, I enjoyed the happy ending lap dance," he said, and Lucy's eyes widened, a laugh escaping her lips.

"Please don't call it that," she said, and Tom grinned, his voice light and teasing.

"Why not? I'm so crazy about you, Jewel. I want to do lots of wild stuff with you," he said, winking at her and she giggled.

"And while we are on the subject, how about I get a little performance again?" He asked, and she laughed again, the idea of it ridiculous yet strangely thrilling.

"As much as I would have loved to, I'm exhausted. My feet hurts, remember?" She said, and he nodded.

"It doesn't have to be tonight. We can do it tomorrow. We've got the whole of the weekend to ourselves," he said with a wink.

"Fine," she said, rolling her eyes playfully as she rose. "Let's go and freshen up," she said, and together they undressed and made their way to the bathroom.

Hey, there! I realized that the reason I was having a hard time writing was because I was rushing to end it and in the process was skipping over too many things I ordinarily would have written. I’m just going to take my time and end it. 28//10/1024

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