STRIPPERS AND MORE

When Seun said “We are at a strip club” something in me lit up and I just knew I was where I wanted to be.

It was the night of Kev’s birthday and my best friend, Lerie and I couldn’t actually say we were having a good night. Unlike me who is capable of hiding my feelings and can just pretend to be enjoying myself or at least try to, Lerie wasn’t enjoying anything about that night and it was obvious. The three previous “restaurants” we had gone to annoyed her and while the first was too crowded with extremely loud music blasting off the speakers, the second had a good ambiance but was just too dull, the third was worse. Between the terrible ambiance and the fact that they didn’t have anything we wanted to eat so we had to settle for a Nkwobi we regretted ordering after the first taste, I didn’t know which annoyed Lerie more. The only thing we enjoyed was the alcohol which helped with the terrible food. I could see the frustration on Kev’s face as he watched Lerie complain about the place while his friends chatted away about who reigns supreme between ghetto kids and upper-class children. Determined to enjoy my trip to night, I joined in the chat and if you must know, I was rooting for the rich kids.

So, when Seun parked in front of a small building in a quiet street at 11 pm that night when we had all thought we were going home, confused Lerie and I wondered “what other dead beat place has this guy taken us to?”

The moment he said “We are at a strip club” I just knew the horrors of the night would soon be forgotten.

A STRIP CLUB? This is where we are meant to be!. The anticipation was building, Lerie was excited but with the strings of disappointments we had faced that night, she didn’t want to get her hopes up. We didn’t go in immediately as we had more pressing matters to attend to.

We had to pee! We had been holding it in from the third location because their toilet was messier than their food.

So where do we release this if we can’t use dirty toilets and don’t know how the club’s toilet would be?

At the side of the road, hiding behind a car, squatting, hoping the guys at the far end of the street do not turn around, while Kev kept watch of the other side. Business completed, hands washed from bottle water, time to go into the strip club before I explode out of excitement.

We were first met by a bouncer and a short man who seemed overly excited and looked like he knew something we didn’t. He told us in between smiles that taking pictures and making videos weren’t allowed in the club. I believe this is to protect the identity of their strippers but I was heavily disappointed as I needed video and picture evidence to always refresh my memory of this day. We walked in and sat at the left side of the club where we had a good view of the strippers but also had a little privacy. Kev and Lerie sat together ( I think you should’ve figured they were a couple by now) while I sat with Seun who was thinking of the best way to make a move on me and get me into his bed that night. Something in me still tells me that was part of the reasons he brought us to a strip club. Lerie comes to sit beside me while Kev and Seun go to get us more alcohol for the exciting experience we were about to have.

“How many more cans can you finish before getting drunk?” Seun asks me when he brought the drinks.

“I don’t get drunk” I replied trying to dash his hopes of having drunk sex with me that night or any kind of sex at all.

The STRIPPERS. Their natural bodies, really high platform heels, and skimpy “next to nothing” outfits, were captivating. There was a pole right in the middle of the club where two of them were just chatting and that was when I knew I wasn’t going to see any pole dancing that night. The music was loud but none of them were dancing, the club was becoming dull and I wondered if I had wasted my excitement.

“I want a lap dance but I don’t have money to spray” I whispered to Seun. His eyes lit up and with a mischievous smile on his face, he called one of them who quickly came to slow whine on his thighs, a move she must have done several times to make more money.

“She is the one that wants a lap dance,” he tells her. Her face lit up and she screamed in excitement as she takes off the mini net dress she was wearing that wasn’t covering anything, leaving only her thong and her bare breast to be fondled. She twerked and whined on my thighs while Lerie and I slapped her ass and breast with the money Seun and Kev provided.

The music seemed to get louder, the other strippers watched, we drank more alcohol, the stripper dancing for us with a wide grin on her face drank more alcohol from the table not caring who kept it there, Seun watched me drink more alcohol and spray more of his money on the stripper and probably thought I was too excited to notice his hand working its way up my thighs and into my shorts. I caught his hand, he smiled, I smiled, and I dropped it back on his chair. He gave me more money, the stripper got more excited and continued shaking her ass to the beat of the music.

“Just be free and have fun”, Seun said to me with that mischievous smile on his face. Maybe “having fun” in his dictionary meant letting a man I just met and have no attraction for, touch me in provocative ways because we were at a strip club for his friend’s birthday.

“I’m having fun,” I said as I stood up to finally dance with Lerie and the stripper. We rocked each other, she twerked for us while we sprayed her Seun’s and Kev’s money, we twerked for her while she gulped down our drinks. We made sure not to go back to any drink on the table as she kept taking a sip out of all of them.

She was exciting to watch. 5ft 5, and a dark Warri girl with a big ass and small breasts. Her excitement was contagious. She danced with us like she was dancing with old friends, laughing and shaking her almost naked body for us. Unlike men who will occasionally cross the line and disrespect her because of her profession, she somehow knew we were going to respect her all the way and just wanted to dance and get lit that night. She was comfortable. She took every cash we sprayed on her and left in her thong with a smile on her face and went dancing with other customers. She never lost focus of the hustle. While making friends, she wasn’t forgetting to make money.

“Don’t mind that Seun guy o, he is married with two kids and his family is in Lagos. Kev even went to his wedding. He is just a womanizer” Lerie tells me before Kev steals her away from me for a romantic couple’s dance. She must have noticed Seun’s lustful gaze on my small ass and had to tell me to keep off. So, this guy that had probably undressed me in his head is a father? Well, even if he were single I still won’t want him.

Seun was now behind me, dancing with me while I whined to “rock your body” by Burna boy. He tries to put his hand in my shirt to cup my small breast, I caught his hand, turned around, and pushed him to his chair.

“I just want you to have fun. Be free and have fun. Just be real babe” he says in near frustration.

Must be a sad day for him, when he thought being amid couples and near-naked women would make me run into his arms to comfort me so I won’t feel lonely. Sad day for him, a great day for me.

I was having the time of my life!

I was dancing, twerking, singing along to the songs. I felt right at home in a strip club.

Our section was becoming full with different guys coming to sit with us and watching Lerie and I dance. Kev suggested we move to the VIP section which we did, hoping those guys would just stay there and let us have our fun without their piercing gaze. They followed us instead.



I was standing in front of Seun, trying to explain to him that I didn’t want any more drinks when I felt someone squeeze my ass. I thought it was Lerie and I turned around to smile at her only to see it was one of the guys we left at our former section. My excitement dropped.

“Doesn’t he know the difference between a stripper and a fellow customer? He just walked past me and squeezed my ass” I said to Lerie.

“He tried to dance with me and I told him off and Kev warned him to stay away. He is just a stupid horny idiot” Lerie replied as she looked at the guy in disgust.

My mood from then onwards wasn’t how it was at the entrance of the club. I tried dancing with another stripper but she danced lazily, stopped after a minute, and demanded money. Too bad for her. If she was fun, I would have given her Seun’s money.

The club was becoming crowded, guys were becoming disrespectful, Kev decided it was time to go.

On our way out, the first stripper we danced with stopped us, kissed Lerie’s hand, and waved us goodbye with a smile on her face. I knew she liked us as much as we liked her and three months later, Lerie and I haven’t stopped talking about her and her exceptional vibe.

What about Seun? You might wonder……….



“You know today is Kev’s birthday, let’s give him and Lerie time alone in his house, no need for you to go home with them, follow me to my house, I have a long dick and you will enjoy me,” He said on the drive home.

“Lerie isn’t complaining and they can do whatever they want in Kev’s room, I sleep on the living room couch” I replied

Instead of him dropping us at home and driving back to his apartment, he decided to come in with us to try and convince me to go home with him or have sex with him on the couch.

“Isn’t this place uncomfortable for you? Let’s go to my place” he said while he lay on my favorite spot on the couch.

“Are you not married?” I asked in disgust.

“No, I’m just engaged but that doesn’t matter, the same way it doesn’t matter if you have a boyfriend. Whatever happens tonight stays here, let’s just have fun. We are both mature adults” he says quite desperately.

I could see his growing erection and couldn’t help but feel sorry for his wife and kids.

He tried other methods that night and I just kept wondering when he would leave or will I need to join Kev and Lerie in the room and disturb whatever after-party they may be having.

“You’re not real at all, you are just fake and you don’t know how to have fun,” he says out of frustration and walked out of the house. I locked the door with relief in my heart.

It was 2:31 am and I lay on my couch thinking about the events of that night and completely unable to get my first strip club experience out of my mind.