My name is Lisa Alma, a single mother of three teenage daughters and I was married for ten years, but my husband took off with his personal assistant a week before our tenth wedding anniversary.
I had a good career as a HR professional in one of the leading real estate development companies in the world. When I met Hilary, my ex-husband, we agreed that I would stay at home and look after the kids, while he grew his insurance business. It was all smooth sailing until he started coming home late smelling of marijuana and alcohol.
I confronted him, and he dismissed me as a nagging house wife. One Thursday, he told me that he had an out of town business conference and he would be gone for two weeks. At this point, I was not getting any sex from my husband and I was reduced to masturbating when I had the house all to myself during the day.
Since it was mid-month, the club did not have as many patrons and we had a choice selection of black strippers at our disposal. We threw all caution to the wind, and booked three strippers to entertain us in our booth.
We did not spend much time at the strip club, and we decided to club hop in search of a livelier crowd. In the wee hours of the morning, we decided to hit a gentleman’s club for one last drink before calling it a night.