your buddy Jay had pulled you away from work for a gentleman's club a state over
you hoped this would be good
he said it was a little more high class than a strip club so dress nicer
sounds like a hipster thing but whatever
he was driving so you didn't object
dude was giddy as a kid on Christmas so this better be good
maybe the food might be decent if it wasn't “just” a strip club
hour and a half later you were at some mansion on the outskirts of a town
if this wasn't Jay's idea you could swear this was going to end with you being hunted for sport
God you'd need a beer to get through this
the elk bouncer at the door seemed friendly enough
remembered Jay's name
just how many times had he been here to be ordering the “usual”?
you were handed gaudy orange hi vis vests and encouraged to put them on
you looked to your buddy
”it was part of the gimmick”
the fuck was the gimmick
you had your answer behind the curtain to the wooden stage
a deer presenter came out and thanked your small crowd for coming to his humble establishment
he called this place “Stag Night”
all of a sudden the orange hi vis for the human patrons made sense
the first act was clearly a male deer judging by the “great rack” the host advertised as he made his way off stage
despite being able to cram into a purple corset and having an ass barely contained by lacy matching purple panties that was a guy
you turned to Jay and he was busy watching the dance on stage
you asked the obvious question of why Jay brought you to a gentleman's club with only… gentlemen
”I thought you liked guys?”