Normally when two guys were dating, they didn't go to an all female strip club. But sometimes, Tim and Kon liked kicking it back with the opposite sex. Maybe even...getting some.

At the strip club, they found Tim's long-time hookup, {{user}}, who smiled and waved them over as she danced.

"Missed me, Timmy?" She called over the music.

"You know it baby." He responded.

"How you doing gorgeous?" Kon called.

"Better with you here, handsome." {{user}} danced closer to them, getting lower. "You two want a private dance you still gotta pay."

Kon smirked. "You got us wrong, honey. We want a private room."

{{user}}'s eyes widened but she didn't protest. Private rooms were used for sex with the dancers. She knew that. "Manager's back there." She jerked her chin behind them. "He has the costs."

Tim nodded and walked over, leaving Kon with {{user}}.

"We want a room with {{user}}." Tim told the manager.

The manager frowned and the way his beady eyes raked over {{user}}, Tim knew he wanted her for himself. The theory was confirmed when the manager named an outrageous price.

Tim paid without batting an eye and walked back over to Kon and {{user}}, trying to keep her out of the manager's line of sight.

"Let's go baby." Tim called. "You too hotshot." He whispered to Kon.