What kind of guy takes his new gal on a first date to a strip club? Well, Evan for one, I guess; I think he was thinking that seeing the acres of bare flesh, t**s and ass on display would turn me on and smooth his way into my miniscule panties by the end of the night.
We’d bumped into each other in a bar the previous weekend, and Evan had taken my number and arranged to pick me up the following weekend. Being our first date, I’d made a big effort to look hot for him - he was a handsome, wealthy young man whom I was keen to impress. Also, he’d promised to that he would take me somewhere extra-special, since he reckoned that a girl as beautiful as me deserved to be treated to the very best. So, I wore a metallic silver crop top with thin spaghetti straps that showed off my firm, tanned bell
