Calligraphy: Pussy Power?

Fanguella was nervous. They were about to enter the strip club that they had been discussing for the past few days. The flashing sign read Calligraphy Gentleman’s club, along with girls girls girls. They walked in, and Fanguella led the way to a seat where they could see the stage, but that was a little off to the side. She wasn’t going to walk in meek and scared. Also she wanted a good view of everything. And there were definitely lots of views. The red lights in the club made everyone look younger and more smoothed over. There were also black lights that made the girls outfits glow florescent. A rail thin woman walked past in a hurry to get on the stage. No curves to speak of, but her body was tight and smooth, and she had long chestnut hair. She put her drink down at the side of the stage, stood, and lost herself in her dance. She swung around the pole in slow motion, legs out over her head. She hung upside down from a bar, and proceeded to remove her bra, revealing large erect nipples on a mostly flat chest. She swung down and slid easily into the splits, then rolled onto all fours. From here a new song began, and she bounced her bottom up and down with amazing speed and control, ending in a girating roll, her knees slowly sliding apart, her panties slowly rolling down and off one leg. From that position, Fanguella could see the woman’s lips brazenly peaking out, on show like the finest diamonds in a lighted display case. Fanguella’s mouth dropped open. It had never really occurred to her that anyone would want to see that. She knew of course that men seemed to like it for various purposes, that they gave them a lot of pleasure, but it hadn’t occurred to her that the sight alone would be so exalted. And yet it was. The woman on stage proceeded to slide down the pole with her legs wide open and the men in their chairs nearly fell over they were watching so closely. A table up front broke into applause. “Look at that”, she overheard a man say in admiration. Fanguella had to stop herself from looking down her own pants in puzzlement at herself. Really?! She thought to herself in amazement. It got her thinking about penis’. Yes she loved the way they looked, the silky strength, the hardness, looking at it made her want it. Men were very visual so of course they wanted to see it. Perhaps it wasn’t something crude or dirty to do, but actually beautiful and pure, to show such a sensitive delicate part of oneself. She glanced over at Richard, wanting to see his reaction. He was in the process of calling the waitress over, seeming unaffected.