Me and my girlfriend spent a night in Montreal because our flight back home got cancelled. We stayed in a hotel near the airport. The day was still quite young and so my adventurous girlfriends suggested: “Let’s go to a strip club.”

Maybe I should tell a little bit about us first. The woman on my side is always smiling, happy, funny, gorgeous, extroverted, very sexual. Her name is Liesel, but people call her Liz. (I changed our names.) She is a natural blonde, stands 5.9′ and has an hourglass figure with a nice, firm, round bubble butt. My name is Brad (short for Bradlay). I am 6.1′, way more introverted but not less adventurous than Liz (she picked me up on our first night together…different story), athletic build with darker blonde hair.

I really liked the idea of going to a strip club and we both got pretty excited. So I put on a pair of jeans and Shirt and Liz picked a colourful summer dress that she just bought. She looked stunning and I had problems to keep my hands off her. We looked online for the nearest strip club, got a taxi, told the driver where to go (he knew exactly where and what this adress was) and there we were…without knowing it yet…of to a new lifestyle.

When we arrived at the club the bouncer placed us right in front of the stage in the middle of the club. I could feel and see all the men are watching us while we walked to the table. I must admit they didn’t watch us. They watched Liz.