The Aftermath of the Club
by MBP  MWFAN318@aol.com 
Barry meets the stripper/wrestler/coed of his dreams


"Watch this," Steve yelled to his friend Barry over the din of the Club.
"You're gonna love it." Steve waved a bankroll of bills, drawing the attention
of the auctioneer.

"What am I bid?" continued the auctioneer. "I hear 200; no, there's 250, am I
bid 275?"

"300," yelled a man in the crowd. The spirited auction continued quickly,
until Steve put in a declaration of 400. This quieted the audience. The
auctioneer said, "sold for 400" and took the wad of bills. Steve was directed
to a door that led to the back of the Club.

A few minutes later, Steve sprinted back through the door in a swimmer's
bathing suit. The crowd roared as he was ushered to the pit of wrestling mats,
already covered in oil. His opponent was already waiting. A bevy of
scantily-clad women quickly oiled Steve's entire body. He dove into the pit.
Smiling broadly, he engaged in the usual pre-fight stare-down with his lovely
opponent.

The stripper who faced Steve was topless and wore only a bikini bottom. Satin,
as she was named, was blonde and pretty and around 5'6". At 6'2, Steve towered
over his opponent. Being a bodybuilder, Steve was used to wearing oil, as it
enhanced the appearance of his well-defined muscles. He turned in Barry's
direction and winked. The wrestlers were instructed to their knees, and the
match began.

Fascinated, Barry watched as Steve lost his smile. He had pounced on the woman
to start the match, but was unable to hold her. Since then, it was all Satin.
She controlled Steve, staying on top, bending his arms and legs, even flipping
him when Steve came up behind her. The audience was enjoying it, but Barry got
the impression that most of the spectators thought the match was fixed. There
was no way the woman could get the better of the muscleman, but Barry knew
differently.

The oil was certainly helping Satin, as she was used to moving around in it.
Still, she probably weighed 125 pounds compared to Steve's 240. She was
obviously in excellent shape from stripping and wrestling, but had no visible
muscle definition. Barry could scarcely believe Satin was winning, but he also
knew, from their earlier conversation, that Steve was trying.

"They always wrestle a guy in the audience at the end," Steve had said. I'm
going to wrestle her, and I'm going to play with her."

Satin was playing with him. The match would officially end when one of the
wrestlers removed the bathing suit of the other. Satin could have done this
several times already, but instead chose to tease the audience. Loud laughter
permeated the crowd at the sight of the big man so helpless. This upset Barry;
he got more and more angry as Satin continued her act.

Finally, the crowd hooting and satisfied, Satin casually removed Steve's suit.
She was sitting on his back in a reverse position facing his legs. Steve
squirmed through the process, but he was tired and face down; Satin's legs
were behind her and pressing Steve into the mat. Satin grabbed each one and
pulled the bathing suit off. She stood up with her trophy and posed; the
audience cheered. All except Barry, who was steaming.

Steve got up, having difficulty gaining his footing on the slippery mats.
Satin glanced over, and said "Let's hear it for a good sport." Without
acknowledging the applause, Steve hotfooted it back to the dressing room.

The crowd had dispersed, as Barry waited for his friend to exit the dressing
room. After the final person left the Club, Steve, now fully dressed, joined
Barry. He could see Steve was close to tears, and Barry had no idea what to
say.

Instead, Steve said, "Look, I'm sorry, but I have to go home. Could you grab a
taxi?"

Barry simply nodded and watched Steve leave. It hurt Barry to see Steve so
upset. Barry was also still boiling. He decided to do something about it. He
exited the Club and lurked near the stripper's exit. Barry didn't know what he
was going to do, but first he planned to confront Satin. The plan ended when
Barry saw her.

Satin walked in his direction. She was wearing shorts and a tee-shirt, her
feet in sandals. Dressed, with her hair loose and flowing, Satin looked
younger than Barry first thought. She also looked clean cut and beautiful.
Barry could physically feel his anger dissipate. His thoughts changed, and he
decided to take another tact.

"I saw the show tonight," Barry said when Satin within earshot. "You look
different now."

"Thanks," she said simply.

Barry asked, "I know this will sound a little strange, but would you like to
get a cup of coffee?"

"Do you do this with all the strippers?" Satin teased, her blue eyes dancing.
She already liked him.

"I can't believe I'm doing this with you," Barry replied. "What do you say?"

"OK," Satin answered. "There's a coffee shop on the next block."

When they were seated and had ordered, Barry asked, "Is Satin your real name?"

Satin laughed. "No, it's Lisa. Obviously, Satin is a stage name."

"I'm Barry. It's nice to meet you." Barry paused and continued, "Could I ask
you something I look at you now and I never would have figured you for a
stripper."

"You want the story?"

"Yeah. Is it fraught with tension and trauma?" Barry teased.

Lisa laughed. "Oh, yeah. Actually, I'm a college student. I'm a Senior at
State and working my way through school. So many of my friends were doing
these jobs that barely paid minimum wage. One of my friends was working at the
Club, and she suggested it to me. I was a cheerleader in high school, and I've
always been pretty athletic."

"But, why?" Barry asked.

"Because the pay is great. I have my own apartment, my college tuition is
paid, as is my post-graduate schooling."

"What will you be studying?"

"I'm going to Veterinary school," Lisa continued.

Barry eyes widened. "You're kidding," he said. "I'm a Zoologist. I work at the
Fulson Zoo."

Lisa replied, "Really? We're two peas in a pod. I've always been fanatical
about animals."

"Me, too," Barry added, as the conversation became more natural. "I'm
researching tigers and panthers."

"That's cool. I'd love to see some of it."

"Sure," Barry said. "No sweat. It will give me an excuse to see you again."

Lisa smiled as they began comparing notes. Hours passed; the two stood on the
sidewalk, each waiting for a taxi. Two showed simultaneously.

"I'll call you," Barry said as he entered the cab. And he did.

Barry and Lisa had been together for three weeks. After the first date, they
spent all of their free time together in Lisa's apartment. Between her job,
school, and studying, Lisa didn't have much time. But their relationship was
great. However, Barry was worried.

He and Lisa were scheduled to attend a party given by one of Barry's friends.
Steve would be there. Barry hadn't mentioned him to Lisa, nor had he told her
the real reason they had met. They might recognize each other so Barry had to
come clean and he was nervous about the result. He really liked Lisa.

The couple had just finished making love and were lying together in bed, Lisa
thumbing through some textbooks while Barry fidgeted. He had to do it.

Barry said, "Lisa, we're always going to be completely honest with each other,
right?"

"It's the only way, honey," Lisa answered, not averting her eyes from the
book.

"Well then," Barry began cautiously. "I have something to tell you, and I'm
not sure how you're going to take it."

Lisa gave her boyfriend her full attention. "This sounds ominous. What's up?"

Barry started, "You remember the night we met?"

"Of course."

"Well..." Barry hesitated. He really didn't want to do this.

"What's wrong?" Lisa asked, suddenly concerned.

"Here goes nothing. The night we met, you had wrestled this big guy. He's my
best friend. His name is Steve."

"Oh, I remember him. Tall - looks like a bodybuilder."

"Right. That's what he is. Anyway, when you beat him, he got so upset and
embarrassed he nearly cried in front of me. And I watched you wrestle and
tease him, and I'm sorry, but I got madder and madder. I... well I actually
was waiting to confront you."

Lisa said, "Confront me. What did you plan to do?"

"Actually, I had no idea. I figured some words would come to me, and then I
saw you, this incredible vision, and everything changed." Hopefully, Barry
looked at Lisa. She didn't seem unduly upset.

"It's happened a couple of times before. A couple of guys have yelled at me
for beating up their friends. But that was about it. What was your problem?"

Barry considered his words. "It's a couple of things. One, to see my best
buddy get so upset - it made me mad. And the other thing: Steve works out 4-5
hours a day. He could probably bench press you 100 times. He's incredibly
strong. I just couldn't imagine how some stripper could beat him."

Lisa took it in stride. "He was strong. But he couldn't wrestle worth a damn.
Remember, when someone is working out, the weights don't fight back. I was too
skilled for him."

Lisa looked at me strangely. "You know, I never figured you for a macho man."

Barry didn't answer immediately. He said in a small voice, "Do you think you
could take me?"

"Do you want to find out?" Lisa asked.

"Not really," Barry replied. "But I think I have to. I'm sorry about that."

Lisa was surprisingly okay with the whole thing. She slipped on some
underwear. "Put on your briefs and we'll wrestle. I just hope we're okay
afterwards."

Barry slipped on his Jockeys. "What do you mean?"

Lisa said earnestly, "Barry, I love you. I know that much. But I'm not going
to let you win. And if I do, I pray you take it okay. This could end us."

Barry thought about it. And the more he did, the more he realized she was
right. How would he accept his girlfriend - maybe his future wife - being able
to beat him in wrestling? And would he find out? He got out of bed and sat on
his knees on the carpet.

"I'm ready," Barry said. "Same rules as at the Club."

Lisa joined him. "Same rules, except no oil. Let's go."

They clashed and Lisa tried to roll him to the carpet. Barry was able to stop
her, but Lisa turned and tried it on the other side. Barry held on and they
continued to struggle. He tried to use him weight to just drive her down, but
Lisa countered it easily. Mostly, Barry was on the defensive. Lisa was strong,
quick and aggressive, and she didn't give him an opportunity to try much. When
he did, Barry tried to use his weight and strength. He was 6 feet and about
200 pounds, and he worked out a lot with Steve. Barry wasn't a bodybuilder,
but he was very muscular and strong. However, Lisa handled his weight, and she
always seemed to have a positional advantage to use leverage. She finally got
Barry into a tight headlock, and rolled him onto his back.

The swiftness of the takedown surprised Barry. He tried to loosen her lock but
it was applied well and he could not break the hold. He flailed away, trying
to roll Lisa over, but she stayed in a good position and kept him on his back.
Barry tried to push Lisa's head back with his arms, which were free. Lisa
grabbed one of them and twisted and succeeded in rolling Barry onto his front
with her sitting on his back, his arm twisted up behind him. He rocked and
rolled, but Lisa maintained her position. With her advantage, Lisa used her
leg and knee to secure the twisted arm, and with both free hands, put the
other arm into the same position. Barry could barely move. It wasn't too
painful, but it was pretty secure. Barry couldn't believe the ease in which
his pretty girlfriend was beating him. He had seen it first hand with Steve,
but Barry had to try it himself.

"Do you want to give up now, Barry?" Lisa asked. When he didn't answer, Lisa
continued "You're certainly a lot bigger than me, and I'm pretty sure you're
also stronger, but I'm strong enough. Let me ask you a question: "What have I
been doing the last few years."

"You've been..."

"That's right, honey. I've been wrestling. Several nights a week, mostly with
women, but often at the end of the night with a man. And usually a big, tough
guy. They expect to beat me, but most of them don't. Do you think I've learned
a few things about wrestling in the last few years?"

"You obviously have."

"So why is it such a shock that I can beat you? Or Steve?"

"I don't know," Barry said. "I guess it's the way I was raised."

"I'm sorry to tell you this, honey, but most of the girls at the Club can
probably take you also."

"I think I believe it. Lisa, I look at you - as I have looked at other girls
and women in the past - and I see a beautiful face, a shapely body with soft
curves, no visible signs of real strength.. And I look at myself, and at
Steve, at the muscles we have ... well how could I expect that you - and
probably other girls - can beat us? Even though you have had training. It's
just hard to understand."

"But you understand it now?"

"Yeah."

"Is it okay for you? It's really important to me that it is."

"I can't say it's completely okay now. It's not. But I'll definitely get used
to it. By the way, there's no reason for you to strip me. I give up."

Lisa released Barry's arms. When he turned back over, she curled into him,
pressing her curvy body against his, showing that she was all woman. He
wrapped his well-muscled arms protectively around her, looked at her slim arms
and just sighed.

He said, "I love you, Lisa."

She giggled contentedly, "Hold me in your arms, you big, strong man."