We don't have to act intimate, we just need to live under the same roof and act like one while I bear the stranger's last name for a year. It doesn't sound so bad. "I'll do it, mum. I will get ma

until she feels comfortable doing the same. A dress I'm most definitely certain I could end up not putting on. Back to when I got here. After hearing and accepting the news about my marriage, I travelled back to my place since my dad would sign the contract and we'd get married a month after. A thing I just cannot be prepared for. I wasn't meant to meet my to be husband until during our wedding and I wasn't bothered. It's a contractual marriage after all. I wanted to come back here to have fun and Clara to me seem to be good at that. Except that, she was beyond that__she's as well crazy. Protesting doesn't work with her. She doesn't take 'no' for an answer which gave her a way, one way or the other and in a few days we got close. Although, she still calls me 'Carol'. I haven't grown used to that, but I could overlook a few calls before I get upset. She told me about a strip club that had just opened in town and that the bouncers there take no charges. I haven't ever been to one. I in fact do not have friends or the time to explore the world or get wild but wearing this dress and going to a strip club wasn't close to a definition of being wild to me. In my words, being wild is painting something erotic, reading about some nasty girls' shit, going on a brunch date with a walking sexual fantasy guy or even Netflix and chill with myself. She called that; the story of my life__boring. "How about this?" she asked me again and I looked at her with uncertainty. I was considering it sin

" a drunk lad said as he walked by with his drunk girlfriend pulling him away. "She's not your catch. Go on with your Steve Harvey catch," Clara said to him but I doubt if he heard any of that. "Let me show you something more interesting," I knew I wasn't interested in anything interesting in here except getting the fuck back in my condo. She pulled me upstairs. "We would have the view to ourselves up here," It was less crowded up here but the music was buzzing louder than it was downstairs. I looked down, resting on the railings but the view shocked the high school Halloween out of me. "What in the..." I couldn't end my words. "You like what you see?" Clara asked, dancing to the music. I wasn't having fun. No, this wasn't what I wanted to explore. Not what I was dying to see. Three men, owning the stage with no clothes on, butt naked. I watched as the three men lurked around different polls, naked with their cock sticking out like Eiffel Tower. They danced seductively, winking from time to time at ladies or men, just anyone that looked their way. Despite the way I felt, I couldn't take my eyes off their cocks. How they all had it that huge. "No, Clara. I don't like what I see. I'd just go to the restroom. Which way is it?" I shouted and now, my throat hurts. "Just ask the bouncer," she yelled back. Clara on the other hand was having the best time. A blast! I asked a bouncer, one that flexed his muscle at every question you ask but seem to be unconcerned about everything going on in here. He was probably used to it or was just not interested. "Thank you," I said even though I didn't get his description over the loud music. I used my discretion and opened a door on the left. As I closed it, it seem to have suppressed the loud music a