Strip Night (1)

There’s a strip club where queer dancers host a night for sapphics, lesbians, non-binary babes and trans folks. It’s not imaginary! And it very much felt like an endeavour our coven should support, so we planned a group outing.

The smirk on my face was genuine when 13 of us showed up wearing black and some variety of leather harness accessory for this occasion. Our unintentional dress code varied; a chest harness over black jeans and a black tank top on Alexx, Peach with her all-black see-through mesh dress over a bodysuit and thigh harness combo, the little black slip dress I wore with the heart garter belt and leather jacket. Without discussing or planning we descended upon this establishment, and grabbed a row of seats in the front, unintentionally dressed like a group of hot witches.

Watching sapphic babes appreciate the dancers was joyful. A timid lesbian sheepishly offered a handful of fanned out bills to the sensual dancer, blushing when she crawled over to grind against her. A beaming enby lay down on the stage throwing money at the glamorous busty dancer who was stepping on them with her plastic Pleaser heels. An adorable trans girl who started shy ended with her face demurely in the strippers crotch while they both grinned.

Anna wanted to be brave and go on stage, she said so out loud when we stepped outside to smoke a joint. The cute chubby masc girl with the short brush cut and dimple came out for a cigarette, we’d seen her on stage several times, smiling sweetly while she showered half naked dancers with bills. She seemed so confident and peaceful up there. We passed her the joint and she confided she likes to go first, break the ice. “It encourages everyone else to start throwing money, and it helps get more people on stage.” A valiant answer, we applauded her and thanked her for her service. Her happy face was captivating, she was attractive and later invited our coven over to her table to help her finish her bottle of vodka. Gotta love making friends at the strip club.

When we went back inside and approached the stage I pulled a wad of bills out of my pocket, Anna, knowing what I was about to do, joked “Mommmmm, can I have some money for a lapdance?” I giggled and handed her some cash and slid back into my seat between Max and O. We all watched Anna be so very brave. She leaned back on the bench on stage and a beautiful dancer in tiny black lingerie straddled her, watching them almost kiss was a tease for everyone. We cheered for Anna’s bold courage.

(to be continued…)

Photo of Heart & Max