Shaking her head defiantly, Christine stood outside the nightclub, not really wanting to go inside. This was really not Chrissie's scene, this "Funky Frank's".

"Bonnie, you know this isn't my thing!" "Come on, Chrissie! You'll love it!"
"But a...hmm...male strip joint?"
"What's the matter? You chicken"?

Not wanting to argue anymore, Christine reluctantly entered the club with her best friend. She never liked so called "adult entertainment", but she put on a brave face.

"Aww, come on, Chris. Drop the old prude act and have some fun."
Two college girls out for a night of fun, Chrissie thought she and Bonnie were having their usual dinner and movie, but this was different. What lay beyond the magenta and cyan exterior was a jarring blast of bass-infused dance music and a jolting riot of color and lights. The same color theme resounded on the interior. Huge mirrors stretched from floor to ceiling, and tables huddled around the stage area.

Chrissie tried not to look so embarrassed, but the seemingly endless parade of attractive young men bumping and grinding in tight Speedos and even less did give her pause. While she wasn't that prudish, she did have her standards.

"Bonnie, let's get out of here."
"Why? Chrissie, we just got here, and I didn't pay a $10 cover charge just to walk out."
"But, Bonnie, this isn't my scene."
"OK, if you wanna leave, then go!"

Chrissie started to leave, but something gave her pause as the "star strip" took centerstage. To the the pounding funky rhythms of "You Dropped a Bomb on Me", he slinked out from the wings. Clad head to toe in black spandex that hugged every contour and revealed every bulge, "The Masked Avenger" pumped his hips as he slowly shimmied out of his clothes. Women squealed with delight.

"Oh my God! He's a babe!"
"Bonnie...this is really not my thing."
"Hey, I thought you were leaving."

Chrissie stood there transfixed on this man. Without hesitation, she joined the screaming, adoring female crowd.

"Take it off, baby!"

His body bared to a slick black thong, his face still hidden by the mask, he slithered closer to the girls' table, even let Chrissie slip a few dollars in his crotch. She could detect a sexy smile from behind the black spandex mask.

"See? I told you it'd be fun."
"You know, Bonnie, I'm glad we came. Can't wait till next time."

Chrissie returned home shortly before midnight, only to find her father busily studying.

"How's school, Daddy?"
"Going great. This test is going to be a toughie, though. I've been hitting the books since I got home. So, how was your evening?"
"It was OK. Bonnie and I did our usual dinner and movie bit."
After getting a glass of milk, Chrissie headed for her bedroom, but not before she kissed her father.

"Good night, Daddy."
"Good night, sweetie."

She gave him a knowing smile, saying before she headed for bed, "Love your 'night school' excuse. Don't worry, Daddy. I won't tell Mom."

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