A Happenstance Trip To A Strip Joint And I Was Introduced To My Lover

I work at a lab with several other women. One of us turned 30 and we decided that to celebrate we would go to a strip joint. I asked around, it fell on me to figure out where to go, and this man that I know well suggested that we got a high class joint and avoid the trucker strip joints. We went to the Gentleman's club, where you have to pay to get in, and pay for every drink. I found out that we weren't the only all women group, that it was quite often that girls getting married went to strip joints.

We were sat in the back, at a large booth with two tables. The girls came over to offer drinks and stand topless in front of us. I wasn't the only one that started to get damp in the panties, this one girl kept looking at me and being friendly. She leaned over to serve me and told me it was ok to touch, women could touch but not men. Touch her titties. Then touch her crotch area. To get a good feel. If I wanted to I could kiss her. When I did she reached and grabbed my tit in her hand. She told me she liked me and wanted to make love with me. She got my name, and left her name and number. She assured me she never did men, not once. She was strictly girls.

None of this was unnoticed. She called me after she got off and wanted to know where I lived so she could come over. She was dressed a little scantily, and had tattoos on her that I hadn't noticed. She was totally shaved and waxed, she shaved me after a shower and ate me until I orgasmed. She made love to me mostly, but did offer me and I took the chance and ate her. The next morning with her in bed with me, I got a headache from the stress of what I had done the night before.

I didn't understand that lesbians put claims on you and they call the shots and you do the jumping. She came over often, and wanted to move in with me. She told me what she made from working at the club and there was no way I would ever match that income. We made love a lot, a whole lot really. She tattooed me and dressed me and had me wait for her. One night when she was off we went to this club and she asked me to wear this collar and chain, she wanted to make sure that all the other lesbians knew I was private property.

This relationship went on for almost a year. She moved suddenly, said she was going to Florida. I had my job and family and told her I wasn't moving. She left anyways and I was alone again. I still have my tattoo and my collar and chain, and all the memories of a life of sin and debauchery. And of course I now know that my calling is for a woman, with brass balls.