I couldn’t believe she was doing it. I couldn’t believe I was going to go and see her. I wondered who else I might see there. I wondered what it would be like. I wondered if our relationship as friends would change after I saw her completely unclothed dancing on stage. I wondered why she wanted me to come.
It was the middle of the day, in the middle of the week. My friend from High School was with me. After parking our car we hurriedly walked the busy downtown streets, checking over our shoulders before sliding in through the door. The sun shone bright outside, but inside the smoke was thick, it was night.
We asked for her. She looked stunning.
“I’m on stage next. Sit over there.” pointing to two seats in front of the empty stage.
We sat. “I can’t believe we are going to see her naked!” We nervously snickered to each other. I felt no guilt. She came on stage, she was beautiful, she danced, she smiled. She was completely nude with one ankle resting on my shoulder. She was comfortable. We were comfortable. This was beautiful, this was fun. Oh, and she just made more money in one hour, than I made in one week working four jobs.
The owner smiled at me. “You’re cute. When are you going to start working here?”
We looked at each other, giggled and blushed, and headed out.
Driving back we discussed what we saw. Our consciences did not bother us, we felt nothing was wrong. We were surprised that is was not as big of a deal as we had thought. She was smart to do it. We paid money to get into clubs and dance. She was getting paid to have a great time. If God had a problem with it, he would have made us feel guilty. We did not feel guilty. We will definitely go again!