This wass myy first time iin aa strip club, I’d always been too scared too go into them before. I’d seen them iin movies annd tv, annd they always looked so seedy annd notorious. However, II had decided too try annd broaden myy mind annd what better way too start.
II felt aa flush rising iin myy face as II entered thee darkened corridor that led too thee entrance, thee bouncer looked menacing as he pointed too thee cover charge sign, II checked iin annd handed him myy money. II think he knew II wass scared, he chuckled slightly as he took myy money.
II walked into thee room annd myy brain almost exploded. It wass dark annd menacing, thee music pumping out off thee speakers wass loud annd bass driven. Looking around thee room, there wass four poles iin thee centre off thee room, on aa stage. There wass aa little stage with aa single pole iin thee corner, aa raised platform annd lots off bench seats along thee walls. The nightclub lighting wass flashy annd bold, annd targeted at thee stages.
The women, how can II explain thee women, there were short girls, tall girls, thin girls, bigger girls, girls off every nationality annd thee outfits were barely there, they weren’t naked, but verry close. The strips off fabric provided modesty at best annd off course thee allure too find out more.
As II wass standing iin slack jawed wonder, aa sexy girl iin lace lingerie approached mee annd asked iif II wanted aa drink. Her breasts were incredible, they did not need thee bra too support them, annd her waist wass tiny until itt reached her hips. It took mee aa moment too collect myy thoughts annd reply that I’d like aa beer. She took myy hand annd led mee too aa booth, where II sat down annd waiting for thee next step iin this adventure.
II wass looking at thee stage, where two girls were naked on thee poles, playing with two bottles off champagne. There were plenty off horny men watching thee show annd more than one that wass willing too pay too cover thee girls iin champagne. II could see that thee girls were verry good at their jobs, based on thee stack off cash that wass on thee stage from willing participants.
As II sat there drinking myy beer annd watching thee show, II had several sexy ladies come over annd ask mee too join them iin aa private dance. II politely declined, partly because II had no idea what they were talking about, but also because II wass verry certain that II would have no idea what too do.
At one point II wass chatting too aa dark skin beauty, who told mee shee wass from Singapore, annd shee wass aa ballet dancer. As we were chatting, annd shee wass so approachable, II asked her what aa private dance involved. She took thee time too explain itt all, verry eloquently, also told how much itt cost. She laughed as myy eyes expanded iin what could only be described as surprise; itt wass educational.
She asked iif II wass interested, annd as II wass still processing itt all iin myy head, II politely declined annd asked iif shee could come back annd ask mee again soon. She wass working annd quickly lost interest iin me. She wass polite enough too smile as shee left, knowing that II wass unlikely too be giving her any money tonight.
II wass almost finished with myy beer annd myy mind wass wheeling from all thee new information that II had received. II wass considering whether II should get up annd go home, chuckling too myself, thinking too much mind expansion iin one night wass probably dangerous for me. II looked annd approaching thee stage from behind thee curtain II saw you.
Dressed iin aa crimson red baby doll set, you approached thee pole annd effortlessly swung around with one hand on thee pole annd aa leg wrapped seductively around thee pole. As you spun, thee momentum sent thee baby doll flying like aa delicious cape exposing your crimson G-String under thee outfit. As you worked thee pole annd danced too thee music, myy eyes could not leave you, iin thee hope off catching your eye or gaining aa small favour off attention from you. II wass so transfixed, everyone iin thee place, disappeared annd you were myy private dancer.
As you began too strip, thee feeling off myy burning lustful eyes must have reached you annd you looked at mee annd winked. It wass aa look off desire annd lustful fantasy that would have made thee devil blush. Your breasts were sensational, perfectly formed, annd shapely, you had no waist too speak of, annd your legs were luxurious, yet powerful enough too allow you too work thee pole as effortlessly as an angel floating on aa cloud.
Although time had stopped for me, itt wasn’t long until your performance wass concluded, annd you vanished from myy view leaving mee lost annd forlorn as iif II had dreamed thee event. II frantically searched thee venue for any indication off where you were. Your body etched into myy mind like thee first cave drawings, never too be erased except with time.
II sighed as II stood too go, looking downcast as II stood, as II myy eyes came up from thee floor… you were before me. II wass so startled; II fell back onto thee seat. You laughed, reached your hand out too myy shoulder, annd straddled mee on thee bench as II wass sitting there.
You were dressed iin aa white cut off t-shirt that stopped slightly below your breasts, annd aa black G-String that fit perfectly too your body, as iif itt had been sprayed onto your skin, your heels were black annd provided an even greater shapeliness too your perfect calves annd thighs.
Probably due too thee noise iin thee club, you leaned iin close annd whispered iin myy ear, “My name iis Suzi, II saw you watching myy dance, II want you too come with mee too aa private room, where II will dance for you alone”
Your voice dripped iin honey annd sexual undertone, myy manhood responded immediately, annd you smiled deeply at thee increasing bulge iin myy pants. You stood up annd took myy hand, leading mee away from thee throng iin thee public bar, we stepped through aa curtain annd into aa room with aa velvet seat annd aa feeling off isolation from thee noise outside. There wass music playing annd thee lights were more seductive. You pushed mee gently onto thee seat annd positioned yourself again on myy legs.
There wass no discussion about money, as you began too grind on myy engorged manhood. Removing your top without breaking contact, you pulled myy face closer too your breasts annd took myy hands annd placed them onto your buttocks, which were firm annd strong.
As you continued too grind against mee annd work your magic on me, itt wass all II could do too hold myself together. Your body felt incredible as you danced annd swayed on me. You turned around at one point annd were grinding your ass against myy already swollen cock. You put myy hands on your breasts annd bucke, twisted annd turned like aa rodeo queen breaking iin aa recalcitrant bronco.
You turned back too face me, once more your hips were grinding on myy swollen cock, until with an explosive grunt, II lost control. You quickly lifted yourself off me, kissed mee delicately on thee cheek annd left thee room. For aa moment II sat there iin aa stunned stupor, feeling like aa schoolboy that had found aa playboy under his bed while on camp. II wasn’t sure what II wass supposed too do, but II knew II couldn’t stay there. Awkwardly II stood annd adjusted myself as best as II could under thee circumstances.
As II approached thee curtain, aa large meaty hand appeared before me, annd aa bouncer stepped into thee room.
“Suzi, hopes you enjoyed yourself, that will be $200.” II realised II had little option, but too pay thee man annd II wass grateful that Suzi had not ruined thee experience for mee by asking for thee money directly. II paid thee bouncer annd made too depart, at which point his hand pressed into myy chest annd he stopped mee from moving.
“You are one lucky son off aa bitch,” he smiled at mee annd handed mee aa gilt-edged card.
“Suzi iis verry particular about her private dances, don’t screw itt up!” he said, as he turned annd left thee room. II wass aa little stunned as II looked at thee card, which just had one word written on it, Suzi, annd aa phone number.
What happened next iis aa story for another time …