"Does 'out of my comfort zone' mean sex," I asked nervously.

Obviously, I'd told Vanessa all about my coffee date with Paul and I was honestly... scared.

"I would certainly hope so," she said, cheerfully.

"The thing is..." Would she think less of me if I told her? "...I've never had sex."

"You mean with a guy?" she said with a raised eyebrow.

"With anyone," I answered honestly.

"Oh, god. What have I done!" she said, covering her face with both hands.

"Huh?!"

"I thought you were just shy around Paul, I didn't know that you were completely new to it all!" she said, now grabbing me in a smothering hug.

"So what should I do?" I asked, as if she was the Oracle of Sex.

"Babe, you're so cute!" she said.

Did that mean she would help?

***

"Welcome to one of the most exclusive clubs in New York," Paul said enthusiastically.

The place looked particularly nondescript from the outside.

"A friend of mine works here," he said, nodding at the bouncer. He let us in without uttering a word.

Paul got us gin and tonics from the bar and walked us to a cocktail table with a reserved sign on it. Only then did I realize that the place was packed with only men.

I didn't understand what all the commotion was all about until I saw a guy walk onto a stage wearing long robes and a mask. He performed something that reminded me of a Japanese ceremonial dance, until the robe came off and...

Holy fuck!

He was now twirling around a pole wearing nothing but a bright crimson corset and a pair of matching frilly underwear... and was that a tail sticking out of his rear?

Paul seemed to be studying me, in between cheering the performance. He'd brought me to a male strip club!

I could feel my cheeks burn, as the performer discarded his corset and dropped his underwear.
He had an enormous dick and the tail was attached to a buttplug in his ass.

I'd never been exposed to anything like this and all I could say was...

"Why?"

Paul finished his drink and said, "Because it's Ok for you to enjoy this. It's Ok to be gay or bi or pan, or whatever you feel fits you."

"Can I kiss you again?" I asked.

For the first time, he didn't say "no".