Things had become boring in the bedroom for us–my former partner, Dani (not her real name) and me. We were living in the UK at the time, both in our mid 40s, and we'd only been a couple for half a year. Despite the excitement that goes with a new relationship, things had become rather dull. Dani was very conservative sexually, and knowing that, I was also too lazy to initiate anything unusual, believing she would recoil from it and we'd both end up embarrassed.
Then one night we'd stumbled onto a TV program about strippers, and she remarked, rather casually, "I've never been to a good strip show. It might be interesting if we could find one together..."It took me by surprise. Some gentle probing confirmed that she was indeed serious and even willing for me to arrange it, provided I could find somewhere discreet that catered for couples, rather than the typical dives aimed at drunken stag or hens parties in a large, impersonal theatre.
I took the challenge seriously, researching various adult forums, and after a few weeks I'd learned about a number of places that might work. Some of these were straight up swingers clubs, which were certainly out of the question, knowing Dani. But, but one stood out to be different—described as an adult entertainment club for couples that featured female and male shows that claimed, rather cryptically, to be "next level", "for mature couples only", and "strictly limited numbers". It sounded like the kind of thing that Dani was interested in, even though it was way out in Manchester.
As a new entrant in this scene, I had to invest even more time in email exchanges with the club manager. This seemed to be their vetting process to confirm that we were genuine, committed and patient: To get access to their venue, we had to be placed on a 6-week waiting list and pay a deposit. I was also warned that if I turned up as a single male, I would be turned away. They were obviously serious about being entertainment for couples only. The weeks ticked over and we booked a hotel room for the weekend near central Manchester, a trip of 3hrs from home.
After dinner on the Friday night, we followed the instructions for finding Gymnopedes, hidden within an adult shop at the top of a narrow set of stairs leading up from street level, in Manc's Northern Quarter. (Don't bother looking; it's gone now.) The small picture of an ancient Greek scene of dancing naked people, mounted high up on the wall behind the counter, was the only visible confirmation that we were in the right place.
The excitement of the visit was enhanced by the fact that once inside the adult shop, entrance to Gymnopedes basically required a password. "We're here for the Gym," said quietly to the well-dressed man in his 50s behind the counter resulted in some furtive nods, a quick name check and payment of the hefty fee balance, before being ushered through a curtained doorway behind him.
"Around the hall, then turn to your right for any empty booth with a green light," he said, pointing the way.
We followed the narrow passageway, muffled music getting louder at the end. Here the hall branched in two directions, apparently looping around a central area. The small private booths, each covered by more dark purple curtains, were arranged side by side in a circle around an open stage. We'd almost done a full lap of about 7 or 8 of them before we'd found the last empty one, indicated by the tiny green light above the entrance. The booth itself was dark inside, but the front was open completely to a softly-lit, central stage, small and close. Here a slim, almost naked woman twisted herself around a pole to a medium-loud musical backing. Patrons were visible in the other darkened booths surrounding the performance area. Most seemed to be couples, including one female couple, although at least one other booth had three or perhaps four occupants.
Our own booth, like the others, had two padded bench seats, one behind the other. Trying not to attract the attention of the other visitors, we sat cautiously in our 'front row' seat. It took a little while to become accustomed to the setup, so although we watched the girl in the centre finish her act, neither of us were absorbed in her performance. As she exited through another curtained gap between two booths a female voice back-announced her, accompanied by polite applause from the visitors. "Ladies and gentlemen, please thank Suzy, our warm-up act for tonight. Next on stage will be Adam. Respectful audience participation is allowed for this and all following acts..."
Adam—tall, beefy, mid 30s and dressed like a casual office worker (apart from the bare feet)—appeared timed with the start of Queen's 'I Want to Break Free'. The song choice suggested some sexual ambiguity, but his performance did not. At least, not at first. He moved around the floor boldly, flirting with the women in the front row of each audience booth. I watched with a smile when he made it around to Dani, draping his thick arms over her shoulders and placing one knee on the seat between us, pressing firmly up against her left thigh. She seemed just a little stunned, and I watched her face as she did nothing but look up at him, embarrassed.
He returned to the crowd and continued his 'dance', moving into a rather formulaic strip—first the shirt, to reveal unsurprisingly a well-toned chest, followed by some more innocent audience interactions, then the long pants, and the briefs dispatched rather quickly after. His large cock swung side-to-side as he strutted around, and he chose Dani as his first stop in this naked state. He stood in front of her, shaking subtly in time with the music. He then took her right hand, raising it to his chest to make her feel the shape of his body, and ran it hand down over his belly, stopping to hold it for a few seconds at the top of his pubic area, above his cock. She stared ahead, her mouth slightly open, looking at the front of his body and his fat dick, and the position of her own hand. I just smiled, acting cool, but just quietly I was so turned on I could feel my own cock stiffening inside in my pants.
He then pulled back, moving on to share the entertainment with other audience members. Dani just grinned at me, even more embarrassed. The song finished, but then cycled back on a loop. It did this again before the end of Adam's show. Adam himself soon moved around to the booth directly across from us, where the woman ran both her hands down the front of his body before taking his cock with two hands and tugging on it. As the woman's male partner applauded with delight, she took Adam's hardening cock in her mouth and fellated him, fondling his balls at the same time.
Dani gasped in shock next to me. This was not the kind of thing that happened in any strip show she'd seen before. Adam then moved to the woman's partner who, with little hesitation, also took the stripper's cock into his mouth. It seemed that Adam, and some of the male audience members at least, were quite willing to engage in some same-sex activity, even if it was just for show. By this time the rest of the audience were hooting excitedly and clapping along with the music as Adam made shallow thrusts into the mouth of the male audience member.
But in a moment he pulled away again, and moved on to the two-girl couple. (Or two-woman couple—I'd say these girls were older than us, likely late 40s). The first woman immediately and enthusiastically got down on her knees in front of her bench seat, and following the example of the others, eagerly took Adam's big cock into her mouth. He bundled up her shoulder-length blonde hair with care to hold it away from her face.
Her female companion, a brunette, took a position behind Adam, happily massaging his buttocks between occasional nibbles on them, as he thrust back and forth into her partner. Instead of moving on from this couple, Adam seemed to pick up the pace, both women clearly enjoying it. After a minute or so he swapped direction, and the second woman whipped off her blouse and bra before going to work on him, unashamedly joining in the fun. The blonde partner, who had been doing the sucking until now, reached around Adam and grabbed his pulsing dick, jerking it as the brunette lady sucked it hungrily.
They kept at it, and in a moment Adam leaned down and whispered something to the brunette. She nodded back to him, gave him a few more vigorous, wet sucks, then cupped her breasts together under his cock. Her blonde partner took the cue and masturbated him for all the audience to see, until he threw his head back and his knees buckled as thick spurts of cum splashed onto her neck and chest.
Next to me, Dani gasped again and squeezed my leg. The rest of the audience clapped and cheered. Adam leaned down and kissed the brunette as she positioned her hands awkwardly to contain the sticky mess. He then kissed the blonde as an unseen staff member tossed them a white towel from behind the curtain. The women then kissed each other affectionately on the mouth as they cleaned themselves up. The PA voice back-announced Adam as he scooped his clothes up from the floor, leaving through the curtain with a smile and a wave. The brunette woman casually re-fixed her bra and blouse as she and her partner laughed together, dropping the towel on the floor just inside their booth space.
Dani looked at me, her eyes wide.
"Whooh...", she sighed, her face flushed red. "I wasn't expecting that!"
Things had certainly escalated beyond any regular strip show I was used to myself. It was clear that Dani had been taken well out of her comfort zone watching this. I feared we would have to exit gracefully at this point and leave the full extent of this adventure unfulfilled.
"Ok," I said to her, sympathetically. "That was more intense than I thought it would be, too. Sorry. Should we go?"
Dani, gulped and smiled in embarrassment, staring in disbelief at the female couple, now re-seated and chatting inaudibly as they waited for the next performance to start.
"Well," she said, cautiously. "I'm willing to stay a bit longer. But only if you want to."
I smiled back and kissed her delicately. The house lights dimmed, and my erection returned as hard as ever as the announcer began again.
"Ladies and gentlemen, please now welcome..."
