A Bro Never Wears Jeans to a Strip Club

A Chapter by VivianMarie

Joey stormed out of the restaurant. "God, what a b***h," he murmered whilst hailing a taxi. When it pulled up, a couple in there early 20's hopped in before he even knew what happened. "Goddamn New York!" Frustrated, he pulled out his phone and called Denny. "Hey, Denny?"

"Yeah, what's up? Ready to explain whatever was going on with you earlier?" Denny asked.

"I. Uh. Nothing. She's a stupid b***h. Listen, are you doing anything tonight?"

"Well. Kyle and I are doing something..."

"Could I come?" Joey asked. He was really upset and figured whatever Denny and Kyle were doing would cheer him up.

"You can't. We were gonna go to a bar."

"Oh." Joey's voice sounded sad.

"Actually. I have an idea. Come over to my hotel room at around 10? Bring cash. And wear something nicer than jeans?"

"Where are we going?"

Denny hung up.
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Joey knocked on Denny's door. They had been staying in the same hotel.

"Hi. God, Joey, what the hell are you wearing? I told you to dress nice." Denny made a face at him.

"But this...I thought...this is nice." Joey looked down at his clothes. He wore black pants and a blue ralph lauren shirt. He looked at Denny who was wearing a slim jet black suit, black tie, and white shirt.

"You look like your mom dressed you. Did she buy you that shirt?"

"Well, uh, she..." Joey stammered.

"Oh my god. I was only kidding. Come in. We can't leave until you dress approprietly anyway."

Joey followed Denny inside. Kyle was sitting in a lounge chair in the room, drinking a Jack-and-Coke. He was wearing a dark gray suit. Denny started going through his closet.

"Are you already drunk?" Joey asked Kyle.

"Are you stupid? No I'm not drunk. So what's been going on with you and that s**t?"

"She's not a s**t. Well, she is. Nothing's going on."

"Whatever. I don't care." Kyle examined his drink and sipped.

Denny emerged from the closet holding a small pile of clothes. He shoved it into Joey's chest. "Suit up," he said.

Joey walked into the bathroom. He unfolded the clothes and saw it was a suit. He rarely ever wore suits. The last time was at the nascar banquet. When he walked out, Denny smiled.

"You clean up good, Logano. Brought cash, right?"

"Uh. Yeah. I still don't know where we're going." Joey held up a wad of bills, and shoved them back in his pocket.

Denny and Kyle walked out there door, motioning for Joey to follow them.

Kyle hailed the cab. "536 West 28th Street," he ordered the driver.

Joey didn't get in. "Guys. I refuse to get in until you tell me where we're going."

"Christ, Joey, stop being such a chick. We're your friends. We're taking you out to dinner," Denny explained.

"The best steaks in New York!" Kyle added enthusiastically.

"Oh. Okay." That made sense. Kyle seemed like he'd know which place had the best food. Joey climbed into the cab.

They pulled up to Scores Gentlemen's Club.

"Is this the wrong addess?" Joey asked.

"Of course not," Denny scoffed.

"I thought you were taking me out to dinner? Best steaks in New York?" Joey was blushing.

"We are. The steaks come with naked girls. Who dance for you. How could that get any better?" Denny was unfazed.

"And the steaks are actually really good," Kyle chimed in.

"Um. Yeah." Denny couldn't care less about that.

"How am I supposed to get in? I don't have a fake ID." Joey was clearly nervous
Denny stared at him. "Are you retarded? Every guy in America knows nude bars don't serve alcohol."

"Oh." Joey didn't know this. "Of course. Yeah." He followed Kyle and Denny into the place.

The decor was very Mad Men. There were nice tables and large couches around the dimly lit room. When the first dancer came out, she was dressed as a sexy nurse. Red and blue spotlights pulsed to the house music as the girl erotically stripped down and danced. More girls entered the room.

Denny leaned over to Joey. "So what do ya think? Are her tits real or fake?"

"I don't know." Joey felt uncomfortable. "Ask Kyle. Isn't he the expert on fake chests?"

Denny cracked up. Kyle smiled, but replied "F**k off, Logano."

"You see why you couldn't wear jeans now?" Denny asked.

"To...impress the strippers?" Joey had no idea.

"What? Why would we need to impress them? No. Suit pants pockets allow more cash. I'll pay for your first lap dance. And you'll see why it's good to not wear jeans." Denny motioned to a s****y cheerleader. "A dance for my friend here!" He tucked money into her skirt.

The girl moved with Joey over to one of the couches. She started gyrating and grinding over his lap.

"Good girl," he breathed out, before slipping her the money. He felt insane tension in his groin. He headed back to the table. A girl had started dancing on it.

They blew through their money, paid for their meal, and walked back to the hotel.

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