FREYA POV
I hesitated to partake in the traditions of a strip club for a bachelorette party. I didn’t want to offend these people; I know that we need their friendship and possibly pack allyship in the time to come. Colt went along with it, so he clearly expected that I would do the same.
Jessi used to love these places. Men in amazing shape, walking around with barely any clothes and huge bulges dancing around in your face while they’re dressed up as cliché fantasy characters of women of all ages. Cowboys, Vikings, policemen, firemen, bad boys, naughty professors, etc. I never cared much about these places. I mean, it’s not like the strippers actually like you, you know? You pay them, they dance and rub all over you, and repeat. You never actually touch anything, you never actually scre
