Josie Goes to a Cave

by Josiegirlc

  

My wife decided she wanted to go to a new place

With her "girlfriend". Of course during the day I had to model several Outfits before she decided which one to put me in. I was wearing a short Light green skirt, with a floral pattern, it was about mid-thigh in length. Sheer suntan pantyhose, white pumps, about 3 inches high. A white ribbed Top, round collar, white purse, white long seashell earrings, and gold Studs. A woman's watch and 2 rings, a series of gold bracelets and have Course full make-up and in my normal Josie hairdo. My nails have been in a French manicure which I've been instructed to maintain for the summer. In the city where I live there is a strip, probably there's a strip in every Major city, where all the "clubs" are located. There are various dances, Pickup, live music places all along this road. There is a bar called the" Warehouse" and inside is another bar called The "Cave". My wife and I walk out and of course the car is parked blocks away so I have To walk with her to the car .All I hear is my heels and hers clicking on the Sidewalk, some cars slow up and beep because we both are dressed to show off, I'm really getting worried. We get to the car, my wife is driving of Course and is giggling and telling me that I had better be extra "girly" Tonight because she is taking me to a special place. As we pull up to the "Warehouse" bar, there is a valet service the guy opens Both of our doors and says, "WECOME LADIES" I always feel embarrassed when Someone says that. There are lots of cars and plenty of people but they are All women, and dressed in heels and skirts like me. Then I realize its Saturday and this bar inside the "Warehouse" called the "Cave" has MALE STRIPPERS every Saturday night and only women are allowed into that bar. My Wife says out loud so the valet will hear, "This is going to be great Girlfriend, I hope you brought enough dollars to put down their crotches". I try to whisper to her that I'm nervous and what if I don't pass. My wife Laughs and says," You look more like a woman then half the real women here, And that's your problem, just start wiggling girl". There is a line we get in it and start to walk pass the male bouncers, every One of them is checking out every woman. They are clearly looking up and down Each girl as she walks pass, goes up to the cashier window and get s a Ticket. I feel every guy is checking me out, I try not to look at the Bouncers, try not to make eye contact and am walking and standing as Femininely as possible. My wife starts to talk to me as we stroll by so that I Blend in, she starts to talk to the women standing in front of us so that we All look like a group of "girls" going together. In all the giggling I manage To slide pass and really no one seems to notice. So I once again realize how Far my wife has taken me, with the arched, pencil thin brows, pierced holes In each ear, frosted blond hair, shaved and corseted. With permanent nails, Perched on white pumps.

The show at this bar runs from 10 till 12 midnight. Once the show starts and All the women are inside the 'Cave Bar", its open to anyone. Of course all The males show up and hang out just prior to midnight so they will get a bevy Of horny woman to choose from as they enter the" Warehouse bar ". In the "Cave" it’s a regular looking bar with a stage. There are male waiters Dressed in g-strings. All the women giggle, some shreech, and of course make Comments about all the " bodes" for display. Each show has a series of male Strippers wearing various outfits. One in a cop uniform, one as a construction Worker, one in doctors outfitted. Of course the result is all the same they Dance down to a g-string. Dance with pillows, pulling off the g-string behind These pillows. The wild charge into the audience with all these screaming Women, sticking money in their crotch, or between their asses. I had to be as close to the front as possible and act as any other woman Would, I was dying sticking these dollar bills in this g-strings and Goggling at these males. I couldn't help but think I used to be a male once, Now look at what I have to do. Then My wife Had one of the waiters perform a couch dance for us and I had to watch my Wife act like a horny crazed woman with me acting the same way. The male Dancer put his crotch up to my face, gyrated his hips on me and I had to Giggle and scream like a horny woman. My wife told me I had to do what she Did or I would be "punished" when we got home.

It is extremely humiliating to put a dollar bill in your mouth, and stick it Down a man's g-string as he pulsates his hips into your face. There is my Wife standing there yelling " go for it girl" " Thata girl." When the show as over and we were let into the other bar we were descended Upon by all these males waiting outside to pick you up. As you walked out You felt like a piece of meat on display as all these males just watched you Walk into the" Warehouse" bar. These two guys asked us to dance and of Course my wife accepted for us" we would love to". Dan and Mark were there Names, I was dancing with Mark. A computer salesman who talked about himself And had bad breath. When we went to the bathroom to "freshen up", I pleaded In a soft whisper to my wife to please let me go home. This really has been Enough for one night. She teased me by saying " I would love to see you give Mark a blowjob, Josie dear"." But it will cost you if you really want to Leave and go home." I knew I would have to agree to a new humiliation Instead of the ultimate one of sucking this guy's penis. So we went home slipped out of the bar and got our car. Listened to the valet Ask" How did you ladies like the show". The next Sunday I looked down on The bed and saw the one-piece bathing suit I would have to wear. Without a Word I put it on and went down to the Community Condo Pool. Dressed in a one Piece woman 's bathing suit. With dark blue background, large light blue Flowers on the front. It was scooped low in the back, with strings tied from The front in a little bow behind my neck. My wife told me that this is how I Would spend the day. This was my alternative to staying at the bar, I would Have to sun myself all day here at this pool with dozens of people around.

I would have to be sure that the string running up the front of my suit would

Be" tanned" onto my body, along with the back lines of the suit when I turned

Over. I would have to paint my toenails in public so everyone could see as I

Sat on the lounge chair. And I would have to go swimming in the pool, of

Course not gets my hairdo wet. I had to wear a "cover-up" to the pool and clear

Acrylic heels (MULES) on my feet. I was a long Sunday

For me. Josie.

  

  

  

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