"I am so exhausted." Lucy groaned as her and Tom walked into their bedroom, and she kicked her shoes off from her feet.
"Yeah. It's been a long day," Tom said as he tugged off his tie.
"My feet are killing me," she said as she dropped on the couch, rubbing her feet.
"Need a foot massage?" Tom asked, turning to look at her as he undid his buttons.
Lucy giggled, "Asking that while taking off your clothes, sounds pretty suggestive, don't you think? Almost like something a male stripper would say," she said, and Tom chuckled.
"That was a harmless question, but now that you mention it, it does sound like something a stripper might say. After one trip to the strip club you've become the expert on strippers, huh?" He teased, and she laughed softly.
"While we are on the subject, I should let you know that I plan to visit a male strip club," she said, and Tom raised a brow.
"What?" He asked in disbelief.
