Would you go?" So, I asked what to me, was a sensical question, "Who are the girls?" "There's me, of course, Mary Jane, Lissa and Emily, uh, Emily Tys...n from Accounting." Well, four very attractive young women in their upper twenties and lower thirties. Well, well. "A male strip club, huh? That would be a first for me, that's for sure." "Yeah, I guess so but we just won't go without someone to go with us. A guy someone." So, I agreed and the date was set for the next Friday. Over the next few. Mike, still standing behind me, began kissing the back of my neck and using his tongue to trace small circle. My neck is especially sensitive and it drove me crazy with his lips there. I felt my bra being unfastened and my hands went to cover my almost bared breasts. Mike pulled my hands down along with the front of my bra. We were standing directly in front of the mirror. I could see he was smiling as he gazed at my vision in the mirrored wall. I just had my panties on and Mike's hand was. She was wearing ordinary, black panties, but for some reason, I just couldn’t take my eyes off of her. Maybe it was the way her blond hair floated down over her naked shoulders, or maybe it was because I was seeing something I shouldn’t. Maybe it was all the Sangria, or maybe not... Unfortunately, she finished wiping down the upper cabinets so she lowered her arms, which lowered the bottom of her dress. She walked to the sink and rinsed out the rag she was using. As she stood near me, I had to. Number two, she does a great job of taking care of us and number three she never refers to herself as a slut, a whore or anything negative again.’ She started to say something and Karen said, ‘She also needs to learn how to do our jobs at the BC so we can have her for back-up.’ ‘I accept your terms!’ Jennifer said. I remembered that conversation as Sandy and I walked back into the BC. Jennifer had filed for divorce within twenty-four hours of our dinner conversation. Albert had not talked to.