Hotel Bliss Guest Blog

Strip Clubs Are Great Fun for Bi-Girls

Note: Hey everyone, I’m sorry this is not horribly insightful and late. I don’t like the new blog editor very much. <3 Evokateur

It was a Saturday night. I had worked a double (a day and night shift) and was kind of wary about going out, but my boyfriend offered to take me to Sex and the City. “Don’t tell me you don’t want to see it.” When I first mentioned it, he was adamant that he wouldn’t go with me. Now he’s insisting he’ll take me. We go to see it and it is much longer than I was expecting. He kept his arm around me and when we got out he mentioned that it hadn’t been as bad as he was fearing.

As we’re walking back to the car, he slyly suggests that we go to a strip club. He knew I had never been, and I knew without looking that he was glancing at me hopefully. This was his plan, I thought, to take me to something girly so I’ll go do this… But I want to. It is only one in the morning and I want to see some beautiful girls dancing for me…

We drive across town and talk about a new law that is on appeal that would make strip clubs impossible to operate in city limits due to a lot of silly rules.

He says when I walked in to the club and finally got a good look, my eyes went wide. He laughed and found some seats for us right at the main stage. The music is loud but it doesn’t feel over loud which is great. My eyes are drawn to the ladies dancing on stage, but I also notice other small things that I doubt my boyfriend sees. How each girl has their own personality, attitude and approach.

One girl crawled towards me, smiled and tucked a dollar bill in the top of my cleavage. “Have fun!” she said and went over to the next person. I was a little in shock. The next girl leaned towards me and licked the tops of my breasts while my boyfriend laughed at the obvious effect it had on me.

My boyfriend and I sat there for two hours, his arm around me. I looked on as he got his face rubbed between several girl’s breasts and he watched as they rubbed, touched, and teased me.

I wanted to practice my philosophy of complimenting women on these girls, how one smelled, or her hair, her corset, her boots. It seemed somehow appropriate and inappropriate to do so. Unfortunately I was too shy. But the next time I go back I will compliment them.

We both agreed that strip clubs don’t really objectify women. Each one still brings her own personality to it. Each one chooses which customers to go over to, and what to do in front of them or with them. If anything, I could see how men in there are kind of degraded and objectified. It was hard to see the girls as just bodies when one came over to us last and apologized, “I’m sorry I didn’t see you because of the light right here.” Or the one who smiled brightly and asked us how our night had been.

I finally began to get a headache. And teasing is only fun for so long. We drove home, and I could barely keep my hands off him. He asked me, “Are you really okay we went?” And I said I had a great time. And he explained, “If you had been any of my ex girlfriends there would’ve been hell to pay.” I assured him I was not like that.

As we walked in the door, I was emboldened by what I had seen to take my clothes off and display my body for my boyfriend. That night was the first time I ever heard of him talk of bringing another girl into things… He told me how hot it had been to see them paying attention to me. I didn’t get to bed until 5:30 in the morning, but it was worth it. Some of the best sex I have ever had…

So if you’re a bi girl, I suggest you go to a strip club at least once with your man. It is a lot easier to feel comfortable with your man going if you are right there having fun too. Or if he doesn’t want to go, take your girlfriends! That’s actually a trend with girls my age who don’t consider themselves bisexual, to go in groups to the strip club. That’s a great way to figuring out if any of them are into girls.. And afterwards, go home and have great sex!