My husband and I have been married for five years. We have two children, respectable jobs, and are deeply in love. Neither of us has ever cheated, and – while we haven’t made it through every twist and turn in the Kama Sutra bible – our sex life is great.
Last month, we managed to offload the brood for a dirty weekend away interstate. After a boozy dinner, my husband suggested we go to a strip club..
Why in the world would any professional woman want to crash a strip club, I hear you ask. The last bastion of hope and sanctuary for lonely blokes and horny husbands.
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Look — I totally get that. I’m a feminist and I vehemently oppose any objectification and exploitation of women. And while I’m no prude, I have never had any real desire to frequent a testosterone fuelled vice den either.
But what can I say? On this particular night, I had an open mind. Ever the businessman, my husband suggested it was nothing more than a cash transaction between consenting adults. And to his delight and surprise, I agreed.
In hindsight, I probably went in blind and unprepared. I was completely oblivious to strip club etiquette and the protocol for women. I wasn’t equipped with notes for tipping, I was taken aback by the preferential treatment from the bouncers, and I didn’t realise the dancers would zero in on me (who knew the prospect of a girl-on-girl show was so lucrative?).