They had been waiting for this day since they were old enough to know what a strip club was—especially Bedbug, who knew about it much earlier than Amethyst ever did. Although Amethyst wasn’t all that innocent, this was mostly Bedbug’s idea since she knew her way around town and how to get to the nearest club.

“I can’t believe we’re finally doing this!” Amy squealed in excitement. “I’ve always wanted to do these things and now we can! And Dad doesn’t even know about it!”

Bedbug let out a chuckle that was as smooth as liquor, pulling Amy in close with her arm. “As it should be, babe. Look, we’re almost at the front of the line. Show the nice stallion your ID and we’ll get riiiiight in.”

Amy flashed her ID with a charming smile, following Bedbug in to the club. There, she found herself engulfed in giant crowds, loud music, and the smell of alcohol. She’d never been more excited in her life.

“Hey Bugs!” She screamed over to her partner. “This is great!”

Bedbug was enthralled by something completely different, although not for the reason most other ponies were. The strippers. They WERE beautiful, but she wasn’t here to gawk and window shop. It was their dancing, it took so much strength and grace to do. They clearly deserved a lot much more than they were getting. Her eyes widened as the reflection of glitter and flashing lights shone from them.

“Hey Amy…look at this.”

“Ooh! Those are the strippers you were telling me about!” Amy grinned. “Are we gonna stuff their panties with bits?”

Bedbug blushed and elbowed her lover in the arm. “Hush you, thats not what I meant. We’ll tip them of course, but watch ‘em dance! It’s GORGEOUS! Do you…do ya think I could do something like that?”

Amy watched them, pondering for a moment as her gaze shifted between the dancers and her girlfriend’s lean but muscular frame. “You know what, you really could!”

Before Amy finished her sentence, Bedbug went right for the manager of the place to talk. It seemed like she had a bright future ahead of her.