On a sunny Sunday morning, as the church bells rang for those attending mass, my boyfriend suggested we go out for coffee before heading to his parents' house for lunch. He asked me to dress nicely, so I chose a light floral summer dress. The fabric, a soft, airy chiffon, fluttered just above my knees, and the pale pink blooms scattered across a white background gave the dress a delicate touch. I completed the look with a pair of new simple sandals before walking out of the bedroom.

My boyfriend stood in the hallway, dressed in jeans and a black fitted shirt that highlighted his lean physique, looking as delicious as one could imagine. However, his brow furrowed as he examined my outfit, clearly not pleased as I had hoped.

"That's what good girls wear," he remarked, a frown creasing his forehead. "I had something sexier in mind."

"Not for lunch with your parents," I shot back.

He paused, then nodded slightly. "Fair point. But how about swapping the sandals for heels?"

I sighed as he reached for a leather jacket hanging nearby. With a nonchalant shrug, he slipped it over his shoulders, and I obediently switched into heels before we left.

As we drove away from the city, the scenery changed from bustling city streets to stark, industrial outskirts. The buildings became plain and utilitarian, unlike the cozy cafes I had imagined for our coffee date.

He eventually parked next to an unremarkable building, identifiable only by a worn sign advertising a popular beer brand. This didn't seem like the place for a relaxing morning coffee, but I followed him inside, curious to see what awaited us.

As we transitioned from the bright sunlight to the dim interior, my eyes struggled to adjust to the sudden darkness. My boyfriend confidently led the way, drawing aside a heavy black curtain that revealed a large room, starkly empty at this hour. The space was scattered with tables positioned around central poles that jutted from the floor, hinting at the room's usual nighttime activity, and music throbbed softly in the background.

A middle-aged man with a rugged look noticed us from behind the bar. His shirt was unbuttoned at the top, giving him a casual, laid-back appearance.

"Hey, we're not open yet," the bartender announced as he approached. However, his stern expression softened when he recognized my boyfriend. "Hey, man! I haven't seen you in ages!"

My boyfriend grinned and stepped forward to shake his hand. "Yeah, it's been a while. How have you been?"

"Good, good," the man responded, then his gaze shifted to me. "And who is this pretty new thing?" His eyes lingered a little too long, and I disliked him instantly.

"My fiancée," my boyfriend announced.

"Congrats, man! We need to celebrate. This round's on me. What'll it be?"

"Give her a shot, and I'll take a beer," my boyfriend replied.

As the bartender nodded and moved away to prepare our drinks, my boyfriend stepped behind a small wardrobe space next to the bar, where he hung up his jacket on one of the empty hooks, as if he owned the place.

"You shouldn't be back there," I whispered to my boyfriend, my voice filled with unease as I watched the bartender return with a tray, holding our drinks.

"It's cool. He used to work here," the bartender mentioned casually.

"What?" I blinked.

"Yeah, remember I mentioned I used to DJ? I did a few gigs here," my boyfriend explained.

"Oh," I responded, trying to mask my surprise. 

We took our drinks, and the bartender downed a shot with me. 

"So what brought you guys here?" he asked, glancing between us. "I doubt you came just to see me." 

"Got any of the girls up yet?" my boyfriend asked casually. 

Girls? What girls?

The bartender nodded slightly. "We had an event last night, so everyone's likely still resting up from that. But I'll check for you. How many do you need?"

"Just one, preferably someone who's bi," my boyfriend responded.

Wait, what?

The man grabbed the phone, and after a brief pause of about three seconds, someone answered. "Hey, is Ana awake yet?"

As he waited for an answer, I turned to my boyfriend, my voice tense, and asked, "What's going on?"

He silenced me with a hushed tone, placing a finger to his lips.

On the phone, the man's expression shifted. "Oh," he spoke into the receiver, then looked at my boyfriend. "Sorry, no bi available. Only Isa is up. You remember her?"

My boyfriend nodded. "She'll do."

The bartender spoke into the phone, but his words were lost to me.

"Do for what?" I asked, my voice growing in pitch.

"You'll see," my boyfriend replied cryptically, turning his attention to the guy and ignoring me. His dismissive demeanor stung, leaving me feeling sidelined and confused.

The men chatted, and my heart pulsed in my ears as I wondered what this place was. I couldn't help but feel uneasy in this unfamiliar place that reeked of alcohol and cheap perfume. It seemed like a strip club.

Suddenly, the sound of a door opening echoed through the room, and a curvy woman emerged. She strode confidently toward us, her high heels clicking on the tiled floor. Her raven hair was styled perfectly, and her smokey eye makeup was flawless, enhancing her seductive gaze. Dressed only in black lacy lingerie that clung to her luscious curves enticingly, she oozed sex appeal as she sauntered over to us. This was definitely a strip club or a brothel!

A wide, knowing smile spread across the woman's face when she saw my boyfriend.

"Hello, you," she purred at him.

"Hi, Isa, it's been a long time. How much for a lap dance?" he asked, his tone casual.

"For you?" Isa laughed lightly, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "I'll do it for free."

"Not for me," my boyfriend clarified, gesturing towards me. "For her."

Isa's eyes shifted to me, a frown briefly crossing her face as if she had just registered my presence.

"Hmm, I rarely do women, so it'll be double the usual price," she stated, her tone matter-of-fact.

My boyfriend didn't hesitate, swiping his credit card on the machine the bartender handed over.

"Come on, princess," Isa called out to me, her voice dripping with condescension.

Reluctantly, I followed her into a dimly lit room, my boyfriend walking behind me. The space was mostly taken up by a red leather couch positioned next to a small stage with a shiny pole in the middle. My boyfriend took a seat on the couch, casually leaning back as if he had settled in for a show. Isa gestured for me to sit next to him, and despite my reservations, I obliged, settling into the seat beside him.

As the music began to pulse through the room, Isa started to dance, her movements fluid and alluring as she wrapped herself around the pole. The dim lighting created shadows that played over her curves, heightening the seductive effect. With each twist and turn, she appeared to be putting on a private show for my boyfriend and ignoring me.

Her eyes lingered on him, a flirtatious smile playing on her lips as she moved with effortless grace. I couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy as I watched their interaction unfold, wondering if there was ever more between them than just a casual acquaintance. Each sway of her hips and arch of her back was a deliberate invitation, a silent promise of pleasure awaiting him.

Midway through the dance, Isa paused and sauntered over to us, her gaze locked on his. "Are you sure you wouldn't like a lap dance for yourself?" she teased.

My boyfriend shook his head with a grin. "No thanks, Isa. This is all for her tonight," he said, nodding towards me, his gesture making me blush as I realized what he was doing.

I had confided in him about being bisexual and how I had never had the courage to pursue it. In a gesture of understanding and support, he was gifting—or better said, paying for—me a chance to experience being close to a woman for the first time.

Isa raised an eyebrow, gave a playful shrug, and turned back to the pole, her demeanor returning to the professional. She resumed her dance, effortlessly capturing my attention as I sat there, my heart pounding with nerves.

As the dance continued, Isa's eyes flickered at me periodically, and it was impossible for her not to notice the stiffness in my posture. I felt as rigid as a board, like a deer caught in headlights, unable to loosen up. She was definitely enjoying the effect she was having on me, and her movements became more seductive and deliberate, as if she were trying to push me to my limits.

With a mischievous glint in her eyes, Isa decided to lighten the mood. "Don't worry, sweetie, I don't bite... unless that's what you're into," she quipped and winked.

I couldn't help but blush at her playful remark, and her wink sent a flutter of excitement through me as I watched her twirl around the pole with an exaggerated flourish.

Isa danced close, her hips swaying just inches from me with a tempting rhythm. The heat of her body was almost too much to resist, and I couldn't help but feel dangerously drawn to her. As she shot flirty glances at my boyfriend, it seemed like her provocative dance was meant for him as well, teasing us both. Each undulation of her hips was a sensual dance, pulling me into a vortex of lust that I struggled to control.

As she landed a step closer to me, Isa reached behind her back and slowly unclasped her bra, her full lips spreading into a sly smile that dared me to look away. My core throbbed, and I felt myself getting wet under her intense gaze. With deliberate slowness, the cups fell to the ground, revealing her ample breasts and her perky nipples standing at attention.

"Do you like what you see?" Isa purred, holding my gaze.

All I could do was nod, completely entranced by her boldness and beauty. My shyness seemed to amuse her, and she giggled softly before she gracefully lowered herself to her knees. With every inch that Isa crawled towards me, her gaze never wavered, making me feel like a gazel and her like a lioness.

I peered into her hazel eyes, my chest heaving as she finally approached me and said, "Don't be shy, little mousey."

Her cherry-red, luscious lips twisted into a wicked smile, daring me to venture beyond my comfort zone.

"Touch her boobs," my boyfriend encouraged.

I glared at him, shaking my head. That would be disrespectful—just jumping in and touching without permission!

Isa laughed at my distress. "It's okay, sweetie," she said, stretching out her hands towards me, grabbing my wrists. "I don't mind if you want to touch."

My heart raced as my hands made contact with her smooth skin, grazing the curves of her breasts and reveling in the heat and softness beneath my palms. Her hands on top of mine guided my movements, encouraging me to explore further. As I caressed her, I felt her perky nipples harden under my touch, and all I could think about was how badly I wanted to suck on them.

Her lips parted slightly as she let out a soft moan, her eyes locked with mine. "You really enjoy this, don't you?"

My cheeks flushed crimson at her words, and Isa erupted into a hearty laugh, clearly pleased by my reaction. It was as if she could sense the desire swirling within me, teasing it out with every playful gesture.

Suddenly, Isa backed away from my touch and descended from the platform, her movements deliberate as she approached me, standing directly in front of me. With a naughty smile, she hooked her fingers into the waistband of her lacy thongs and slowly began to slide them down her lean legs, revealing her shaved, bare mound. My body trembled with a burning desire as pulsating heat pooled in my core. Her intimate scent wafted through the air, her pussy only inches away from my face, tempting me to lean in and taste her.

Stepping out of her thongs, Isa took a step closer, her eyes locked with mine as she straddled my lap, moving in a slow, seductive rhythm. My clit throbbed with aching desire as she pressed herself against me, her hips grinding and breasts swaying with every alluring motion.

Her hands roamed my body, tracing the curves of my shoulders, my arms, and my chest, each touch increasing the wetness between my quivering thighs. I tried to look away, but I couldn't tear my eyes off her. Isa was teasing me, playing with me, and I was trapped, caught in her web of seduction.

A flush rose to my cheeks as I glanced over at my boyfriend, who was watching the scene unfold. There was a hunger in his stare and a distinct bulge in his pants.

Isa's hands moved lower, her fingers tracing the curves of my thighs, and I couldn't help but squirm under her touch. She leaned in, her lips so close to mine that I could feel her warm breath against my skin. My lips throbbed with the yearning to taste hers, each breath bringing me closer to the edge of temptation. Her gaze was daring me to surrender, to let go of my inhibitions, and to succumb to the rush of desire.

The music stopped, and Isa pulled back, a wide smile spreading across her face. As she stood up, her body glistening with sweat, I felt a pang of disappointment wash over me.

"That's all for now," she said, winking at me, her gaze lingering for a moment longer before she turned to my boyfriend. "If you guys want more, you can come up to my room for a regular price."

I watched as Isa walked away, my heart still racing, and my body still humming with need. When I looked over at my boyfriend, he was staring at me.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

I nodded, still trying to process what had just happened. I was embarrassed, but also incredibly turned on. And in that moment, I knew that I wanted more. But not with Isa. I wanted it with a woman who would want me just as much as I wanted her.

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