An insane man. Or, a castrated one. Those are the only reasons he could think of, that would prevent a man from enjoying a private, oh so personal lap dance. In his opinion, being an exhibitionist worked well, if you were young, and female. He was neither. It was sorta like seeing that older, some what creepy guy browsing in the porno store. Once the smallest thought of the guy at home, watching the films, and doing God knows what, entered your mind... you pretty much had to deal with a case of the blahs. Wes seriously doubted that anyone wanted to witness him doing anything remotely sexual in public. Cat, yeah, he was sure she would easily gain an audience.
Every man enjoyed a beautiful woman. Of course, there were all different sorts of beautiful. Amazingly, there were some qualities that he found so appealing, that at times looks weren't readily important. A down ass chick at times could turn him on more than any great gorgeous goddess. So, it hadn't always been a pin up that had lead him to stray from his more, or less marital bed. Those girls usually ended up being affairs. The good looking broads, who only had their looks to offer, they were usually a one time only thing. Piper had been the best looking blond he'd ever known. But, not even her looks could forgive the fact that she was constantly trying to change him.
"I think that's the universal rule of strip clubs. But, it's Cat's rule for the night, is it?" His hand rested on her shoulder, hugging her to him, as his eyes once more moved to the dancer making her way around the stage, and pole. "She can dance." He said, glancing to a few of the other girls, more gauging their skill, rather than the looks, or sexual appeal. "That one..." He said, nodding towards a bottle blond wrapped awkwardly around a customer, "She either has no natural rhythm, or she is new to all this. Or both. I'm going with both." A brow raised as he watched her for a moment longer. "The down side to new clubs. You get rookie dancers." When the girl on the main stage's song came to an end, and she existed the stage, after gathering up her tips from the stage floor.
"We'll grab her when she comes back out. Grab her attention." He said in a correction of himself. "So... do you really mind that we came here?" He asked, looking sideways to her. Yeah, she had been cool with the idea, but that didn't mean she liked it really.