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For plausible deniability this is fiction.😉
I'm a regular guy, on the shorter side, skinnier, and during this time I was around bp 5.5. I think I'm cute but not hot. My personality is 60% caring/innocent/naive 20% naughty/filthy and 20% disinterested/cocky/jerk.
It starts on my 21st birthday.
My friends took me bar hopping and half way through we went to the local strip club in my small town. I remember it because it was so bad. We arrived and the doorman took my ID. He noticed it was my 21st birthday and said "Happy Birthday. Here are the rules: Don't touch the dancers, if you sit at the stage tip, and if you look drunk we'll kick you out. Have Fun."
I entered the building and found it to be very bright. Too bright. The first thing I saw were electronic gambling machines. The next was a very long bar. There were three small circular stages, two of which had women dancing. We ordered beers and, wow, they were expensive. We sat down at the more crowded stage and each placed one dollar as a tip. The woman dancing was older, around my mom's age, with a visible cesarean scar. I could see why older men might be attracted to her but there was nothing for me. The next girl who came on stage was in her younger twenties, attractive, blonde, slender but with a nice bosom. She looked like a sorority girl. I imagined that she turned down cheerleading for stripping to pay her tuition. Next up was a mid twenties woman with a medium build. My buddies asked me which one I liked and I told them the blonde girl. One of the guys went and talked with her and a few moments later they returned.
The blonde stripper pointed to the corner of the room and said, "That's were we do the dances." We all followed her and she pulled a wooden chair from a nearby table. She pointed at it and I sat down. She stood about three feet away from me waiting for the next song to start. Finally, the next song played, and she started to writhe and wriggle to the music. It wasn't actually dancing. She made eye contact with me which gave me half a chubby but I really just wanted it to end. Finally, the song finished and she left. I stood up and clapped my friend on the shoulder and said, "This suuuuucks." We left on our bar hop mission.
Seven years later and I'm in a big city in a different state. I'm dedicated to my job working ten plus hours a day plus on call duty. I take online classes, too. My scheduler is full. I've been single for 8 months and even though I'd like to meet a woman I just don't have the time for a relationship.
One day I get off work early at 5pm - rush hour. I go to my bus stop and it takes over an hour until one shows up that I can squeeze into. It takes another 45 minutes packed like sardines until I get to my stop. I'm thinking next time I'm going to wait out rush hour. Maybe read a book or get an after work drink.
A week later and I'm off at work at rush hour again. I decide I'm going to get a drink and relax somewhere so I start walking around looking for a nice place. The streets are packed with people and cars. Every bar I go to is packed and there are lines of people waiting to get in. I feel it is pointless. Then I walk by a strip club and a light turns on in my head. Overpriced drinks? Scantily clad women? Yes, please.
I enter the building and notice it's a little run down. Nothing too bad but it's been around for a while. I hand the door guy my ID and while he's checking it I ask, "What do you serve here? Liquor?" He looks up and says, "Cranberry juice or pop. Pick your poison." In my mind I'm thinking "what the hell, no alcohol at a strip club?" Like he read my mind he says, "State law" and hands my ID back. I hesitate for a moment but decide to go in. "Hey, that's a ten dollar cover. And the drinks are free," the door guy says while pointing to a sign on the wall next to him. I'm incredulous, can a place actually charge you a cover and not even serve booze? My curiosity eventually wins over the annoyance. I want to see what a place like this is. Are there, like, glory holes? Is this one of those places with the coin operated jerk off shows? What kind of pervs pay ten bucks for no booze and to stare at women?
I pull out my wallet and fork over ten dollars. The door guy nods and I walk past him down a hallway that gets dimmer the further I go. As I turn a corner the lumination drops markedly. My vision adjusts and I see I'm at the entrance of the club. It's a large room full of tables and a big stage in the distance. The stripper pole looks like it's two stories tall. I see a girl dancing but she's so far away I can't make out her features other than big and blonde.
I sit at a nearby table and a few minutes later a waitress approaches me asking what I want. "Cranberry juice, please." She nods, leaves, and a few minutes later comes back with a small plastic cup filled with red juice. I sink into my chair and close my eyes. It's pleasant to be away from the world. Then I pull out my phone and catch up on my notifications. I'm startled when I hear, "Hey guy. You can't have a phone out here." I look up and a man in a staff shirt is wagging his finger at me. I apologize and he says, "No worries. We've had problems with guys trying to record the dancers." I put my phone away and he walks off.
I take in the scene, there's maybe five other guys here. The music is loud but the environment is quiet if that makes sense. I see a slender, short, brunette girl, she's wearing cut off jeans but it's tailored so her ass is totally exposed. She leads a man to the side wall where larger chairs are. He sits down and then she sits on his lap. I think, "Wow. That's totally illegal. Can't be touching like that. Fight the power - live your lives" and chuckle.
After a long time I check my watch and it's 6:30pm - about time I can catch my bus. I leave and head home.
At work they announce we are moving our office space to a building two blocks up. Even though I'm a systems engineer for operations it pulls me into helping with logistics. I'm setting up a new office network and phone system. Pulling cable and network configuration. I help my co-workers move - sometimes carrying by hand things from one building to the other. Two blocks away isn't a huge issue but it takes up a lot of my time.
After a while my work load mellows and I'm off work at 5 PM again. I think about going to the strip club but walking two additional blocks is a deal breaker plus the ten buck cover. As I'm leaving my office I remember there's another strip club about a block away. This one is small and discrete. So, I walk over and I notice that the logo is similar to the other one. I talk to the door guy and he tells me it's owned by the same company and that most of the strip clubs in the state our owned by this same national chain.
I pay the cover and walk into the building and see that there's stairs going down. I walk down the stairs below ground and find a very nice place. It's billed as a VIP establishment and seems to cater to business men. The place is plush and most things are new. I sit down comfortably in a corner and think, "Now we're talking." A waitress comes and takes me order and soon I'm sipping on my beverage.
I survey the small room and notice it's very intimate. The stage is small but close. In general it is very relaxing. A slim Asian girl is dancing on stage slowly and seductively. Her body is tight and she's pushing her perky tits out while caressing the pole like it's a penis. She finishes her set and gets off stage, puts her clothes on, and walks through the room greeting new customers. I can see she talks to them and asks if they want a dance. Eventually she approaches me and says, "Hi, I'm Aurora, would you like a dance?" I politely decline. She says, "If you change your mind I'll be over there," and point to the bar. The other girls who dance follow the same pattern.
Eventually a petite long haired olive skin girl gets on stage. Her body is athletic but she has some healthy curves. You can see the outline of her abdominal muscles and a wide thigh gap. She had a squeezable heart shaped ass and full tits. This girl had me mentally drooling and my eyes were locked on her during her entire set. She danced slowly, deliberately, and very seductively. Every song she took off an article of clothing until finally she was naked. Her body was flawless.
She finished her set and put her clothes on. I watched her do the same routine as the others. Talking to new customers and asking if they wanted a dance. She eventually approached me and said, "Hi, I'm Lauren. Do you mind if I sit with you?" which caught me off guard. "Yeah, of course. How are you?" I responded. We chatted about random stuff and flirted a little. I offered to buy her a drink and she ordered a mocktail. She asked if I wanted to taste it and then took the straw, dipping it into her drink, covering the top end with her finger, and placing it above my mouth. She released her finger dribbling Caribbean fruit juice into my mouth. Tasty.
We chatted for a while and eventually she asked me, "So, do you get dances when you come here?" I told her that it's my first time here and maybe the third time in my life I've been to a strip club. I asked her if she would mind giving me a dance. I thought she would just do a little wriggle dance three feet a way like my first experience at a strip club. Instead she took my hand and beckoned me to follow her. She lead me into a different area that was even more secluded.
There were six mini rooms with over sized soft chairs. The rooms had semi translucent curtains and the chairs were so large I could almost lay horizontally. I sat down on the plush chair and then Lauren sat down next to me. I asked her how this works. She responded with, "Well, this is a contact state. I can touch you but you can't touch me. Understand?" I nod affirmatively and Lauren stands up.
I tuck my hands underneath my legs because I don't want to accidentally touch her. So, I'm basically sitting on my hands. She spreads my legs and stands in between them. The next song starts and she sways brushing her legs against me. She runs her hands down her bust, down her stomach, and stops just above her pussy. She turns around and then bends over - I can see her heart shaped ass and her thong disappears for a few inches in the middle of her butt and reappears at her pussy. She smacks her ass and looks back at me.
She straightens upright and turns to face me. Making a "tsk tsk tsk" sound she pulls my hands from underneath my legs and places them palm up on each leg. Now when she moves she's brushing her body against my hands. I can feel her legs and thighs. Right before the song ends she turns around and sits on my lap so each hand is palming an ass cheek. I don't make any effort to grab her...I just let her grind on my hands.
The song ends and Lauren turns to me asking, "Fun?" I tell her that it was way, way, different from my first dance. It was sexy and fun. I was really hard and couldn't stand up so I asked her if I could have a minute or two before I leave. "Sure. I'll be at the table. Take your time," she replied. After she left I quickly adjusted myself so I could walk.
I told Lauren I was heading home and it was a great pleasure to have a dance from her. She hugged me and tells me to come back soon.
About a week later I get off work early and I know exactly what I'm going to do. Head down to the strip club and hope Lauren is working. This time I happen to be wearing thin soft joggers. When I get to the strip club I see Lauren prancing towards me almost kind of bouncing. She grabs my hand and tells me she's giving me a dance. I say, "Give me some time. I just got here. I need to relax for a few minutes." She shakes her head and leans in, saying, "I'm giving you a free dance. Are you really going to turn that down?" How could I? So I take her hand and she leads me into the back room. She looks at my jogger pants and touches my leg and says, "Soft. These are much better. You had jeans on last time..Jeans chafe after a few dances." She shoves me down onto the couch and jumps on me.
She's all over me. Her hands on my body. She's grinding her pussy on me. She trails her lips down my neck. Her face is so close to me that her hair is draping over my face. I can smell her perfume, her hair, and her pheromones. The whole experience is intoxicating. My dick is straining at the fabric of my boxers. Then I feel her grinding on it. A thought pops into my head: maybe she won't like my erection. And then another thought: what if I have a pre-ejaculate spot that she feels. She'll be grossed out. And finally, the most worrying thought, what if I cum?!?!?! She probably wouldn't speak to me again.
To my relief the song ends and I didn't cum in my pants. Lauren is standing in front of me adjusting her underwear. She tells me it was fun and if I want to return the favor to buy her a ladies drink. I discretely adjust my erection so that I can walk. We go out to a table, I buy her a drink, and we chat about random stuff. I'm distracted by what happened and troubled that I almost came in my pants in less than four minutes. I excuse myself from the table and head to the men's room. In a bathroom stall I peek into my pants at my boxers and I see I've got a silver dollar size pre-cum splotch on my boxers. Luckily, it hadn't made it's way through my pants, so Lauren wouldn't have felt it. But still I felt it was unhygienic and I wouldn't get another dance if this was going to keep happening. Then I had a novel idea, wearing a condom discretely would solve hygiene around pre-cum, protect my dick against chafing, reduce the sensation so I don't cum, and finally, I won't have to worry if I do cum.
I tell Lauren I need to leave but that I'll be back. I almost power walk to the sex shop around the block. I buy a 3 pack of Trojan's, and while walking back discard the box, pocketing the three condoms. When I'm back at the strip club I head to the men's room. My dick is already hard again just from thinking of Lauren's scent. In a stall I put the condom on and position my dick so it's at 12 o'clock angle. About an inch is above my pants waist band. I take some toilet paper and bundle the condom wrapper up and throw it in the trash.
Lauren is talking with another dancer next to the bar. I walk over and get her attention and tell her that I want another dance. She smiles and says, "I thought you'd never ask." She takes my hand and leads me into the back room and pushes me down onto the over sized soft chair. She jumps onto my lap so that she's straddling me and starts slowly grinding on me. Taking her hands she runs them down her body starting from her neck, over her tits, her stomach, hips, and down her panties to her inner thighs. I can see the faint outline of her pussy lips through her panties.
At some point she runs her hand down my chest and I realize she's dangerously close to accidentally touching my dick that's above my pant line and a few inches below my belly button. I try to adjust my posture to make it so she won't accidentally touch my dick. But it's too late. I feel her hand brush the top of my dick over my shirt and she jerks her hand away like she touched something unexpected or burning hot. Neither of us say anything and our dance continues like nothing happened. But then she does it again but as she touches the tip of my dick with her hand she ever so slightly slows down. It's so brief and almost unnoticeable. Then she does it one more time. After that her demeanor changes and she stops grinding on my lap. She takes her right hand's index finger and places it under my shirt on my left side and starts tracing my belt line moving slowly towards the center of my body where my condomed dick is. I can feel her finger moving across my bare stomach all while she's sitting and watching me. Her face is blank, she's not smiling, or frowning, just 100% reading my reaction. Am I going to stop her? Do I let her do this? What does it say about each of us as people? I don't know.
Now, her finger is an inch away from my dick and getting closer. And then her finger is brushing over my dick. She doesn't linger or anything. After she reaches the other side of my stomach she pulls her hand back and resumes slowly grinding on me. She leans forward and puts her face next to my ear and says, "Are you...wearing a condom?" I simply said, "Yes." The song was ending. I thanked her, said goodbye, went to the men's room, and then left for home. Even though it felt like a long time it was only two dances. While I waited for my bus I thought about what happened and tried to process it.
A little over a week went by without going back and I had come to the conclusion that we were both alright people and I enjoyed talking, hanging out, and getting dances from Lauren. I wasn't spending much money. I was respectful and considerate. Sure, it was for entertainment, it's not a real relationship, but maybe that's a good thing. No one gets hurt. There's no expectations. In sum I decide it's okay to go back and get more dances.
I had started to workout during my lunch break and would take exercise clothes with me. It was pretty common for co-workers to wear cycle or exercise apparel at work. This day I was so busy in the morning that didn't get my lunch break so I was still in my exercise gear which was a very thin, loose, and sheer black bottoms and a thin loose quick drying green exercise shirt. The later part of the work day mellowed and I got off early again which is rush hour time for everyone.
I decide I'm going to the strip club. In my laptop bag I have an "overnight" kit with mini toothbrush, floss, daily vitaminas, Advil, couple of condoms, and a small vial of my favorite Bvlgari cologne. I brush and floss my teeth, spritz myself with cologne, discretely slip the condoms into my pocket, and head over to the strip club. The cologne reminds me of sex and passion and it would make my last girlfriend horny when I wore it.
When I arrive everything looks the same except I don't see Lauren. I'm bummed. I wait a while and finally approach the bartender and ask if Lauren is working today. He says he'll check and asks me if I want a beverage. I was on a low sugar diet so I ordered diet coke and sat down at a table to sip on my beverage. A few minutes later I see Lauren enter the room from the dancer's changing room. She looks around but doesn't give me any attention. Then she walks over to the bartender, they speak, he points to me, and then she walks over to me.
As Lauren approaches me I see her expression change to surprised and then happy. She says, "Heeey! You came back. How are you?" I tell her that I've been busy with work and that I had fun with her the last time. We chat for a while and I offer her a drink. She ponders answering and finally says, "How about a dance instead?" I reply with, "Okay. I'm going to the boys room real quick and then I'll be ready for you."
I head to the bathroom as I really do need to piss. I pee, wash my hands, and then remember I should put on a condom. I go over to a stall and close the door. Put the condom, angle my dick 12 O'clock straight up, and discretely dispose of the wrapper. Then I head back to Lauren and she leads me into the back room.
During the first dance we're talking and being goofy. It's still sexy but not like intense. I admire her body which I find super hot. The skin tone and her mix of athletic and natural body fat. Her thong panties and bra that showcased her ample breasts. You could faintly see her nipples and areolas through the fabric. Standing in front of me I can see the crease of her pussy through the thin fabric of her panties.
The dance starts to get more erotic and escalates. She's straddling me very high so that the base of my dick is rubbing on her pussy and clit. At some points I can feel a distant warmth from her pussy, through her panties, through my thin pants, thin boxer briefs, condom, and on my dick. I can feel her pussy lips being parted just slightly by the shaft of my dick as she grinds on me. She was making soft moaning and sex sounds but she's gone totally quiet now. And her grinding has changed. It's very purposeful like she's rubbing her clit on my shaft in the way she likes. She changes positions so that her back is to me. She squats down on my and starts twerking on my dick. But I'm distracted because she's also making my shirt ride up with her ass and it could expose my condomed dick. At one point I know my dick touched her ass accidentally. She turns around and starts grinding on me and when she sees me tugging my shirt down she grabs my hands and puts them on her hips.
She's straddled really high on me where I can feel the tip of my dick that's above my pants rubbing on her pussy around her clit area. Now the only fabric between us is my shirt and her panties. I can feel even more warmth and softness. She's grinding on my and keeps placing my hands on her body. At one point she looks around and takes my left hand and makes me squeeze her breast. It's surprisingly full and heavy. Next thing I know I can feel her bare thighs straddling me across my stomach just above my pants. This means my shirt has ridden up but I'm pretty sure the center where my dick is still covered. But then I feel something different on my dick. I can feel the stitching in her panties and a lot more warmth. I realize that now, besides my condom, just her panties separate use.
The song ends and Lauren stands up and adjusts her clothing. She says, "Hold on a sec. I'm going to change my outfit. This one isn't working." She runs off and returns a few minutes later. I see that she's wearing different panties. These are the smallest I've ever seen. They are like spaghetti straps. One of her pussy lips is almost exposed and the little fabric that's there looks very sheer and thin. I think my eyes are playing tricks on me because I think I can see her pussy through them. They are just so sheer that you can make out different lines and details of her vagina.
The next dance starts and she continues where we left off. Grinding on me so that my shirt rides up while taking my hands and putting them on her body. Eventually I can feel that my dick is rubbing on her panties. This time I can feel more heat. She's quiet again and eventually leans towards me and says, "Okay, when I get quiet it means it's feeling really good for me." I admire her body, her face, her scent. The look on her pretty face changes. Her brow furrows like she's concentrating or something. Then she grabs my biceps and her grip starts to tighten. I notice a different feeling on my dick. It's very soft, more heat, and feels slidey. I look down and see that her panties have shifted from all the grinding, her pussy is partially exposed, and my condomed cock is rubbing directly on it.
Lauren scoots up even closer to me while straddling. She's straddling me even higher and also wraps her arms around me and rests her head on my shoulder. She whispers in my ear that I smell really good. She starts kissing my neck and with one hand pulls my hair slightly. She's grinding on me and then she lifts up slightly and presses her pelvis forward towards me. I feel my dick slide down under her clit where the pelvic bone ends and where her slit begins. My dick is almost inside her. It's at the entrance but the angle of our bodies prevents penetration. Instead now the tip of my penis is rubbing from her clit down to the entrance of her slit. A few times my dick slid in maybe a centimetre but catches on her pelvic bone.
I don't know what changed but my dick slid in to the entrance of her pussy. We both looked at each other, like, "Is what I think is happening, happening?" For a while we just kind of tease each other at that point. Like putting the slightest pressure like one of us it going to put it in deeper but then back off. It's kind of like we are egging the other on so that the other one is responsible for penetration. I wanted it but I didn't want to be the one who did it. And I think that's what was going on with her. Eventually I pulled out.
So, we keep grinding and things are getting hotter and there's kind of a desperate energy going on. We both were getting more rough with messing around. And then my dick slid in enough that it was definitely penetrative sex. I thought, "There's no denying it. My dick is inside her. A stripper in a strip club. I'm fucking in a strip club." We keep grinding and when I look down I can see that my pants underneath my dick are getting wet from her pussy. There's a little white cream too. It's very contrasting with the black fabric on the pants.
At this point I'm about to cum but I don't want her to know. So when I cum I try to be as stoic as possible. She actually starts talking about something kinda random. I'm talking to her and cumming at the same time trying to be nonchalant. It's difficult. So, we wrap up and I tell her I need to hit the bathroom. In the bathroom I remove the condom, tie it, wrap it in toilet paper and throw it out. I clean up and then head back to Lauren. We hang out for a little and then I excuse myself and head home.
For a while I really had to process what happened and what it meant about me as a person. I thought about it and decided it was okay for me. I saw Lauren for another month and a half. I'd head down once or twice a week and we'd end up having sex. We exchanged numbers, too. The last time I saw her, after we had sex, she pulled me aside and told me she's finished with school and is moving back to her home state to live with her parents for a couple of months before she starts an internship in a big city on the other coast. That was the last time I saw her.
After Lauren moved away I went back to the strip club a few times but I never really clicked with the girls. I bought a dance and drink for each of them. Talked to them all. They were all nice but I didn't have that sexual or personal connection that I needed. And the place was pretty dead. It got a little boring and one time I went two girls were playing ping pong on the stage. I was the only customer so they had to stop and then start dancing rotations because I was there. Anyway, I stopped going.
I didn't go back to a strip club for a while. It wasn't until I got off work very late, around 9 PM, and I was looking for something to do...
It was a Friday and while most of my friends were pre-funking I was still at work. At around 9 PM I was finally free from working. But I was on call and couldn't party. My friends were across town drinking and getting ready for a club night. I didn't want to go and sit around people drinking. But I didn't want to go home just yet. I wanted something social and fun. I started thinking about places nearby. Bar, bar, bar, bar, restaurant bar...strip club? I haven't been there in a while. I can say hi to the employees and dancers.
So, I pull out my "overnight" bag and brush my teeth, put some cologne on, but I don't have any condoms. Which is okay because I'm just expecting to go for an hour and get a couple of dances. If they are sexy dances then I'll have something to think about when I get home. I head down to the strip club.
When I get there I notice all the employees and dancers are different. I don't know anyone. And there's like eight or ten dancers. About double during the day. The club is much busier but still only about a third full. I go and sit down, a waitress comes takes my order, and soon I'm sipping on a diet coke.
I people watch for while. There's a group of young frat jock looking guys near the state. There's some businessmen and a couple of small groups. I even see what appears to be a boyfriend and girlfriend there. Later two women who have short hair, nose rings, and a very lesbian vibe come in. I watch how the dancers interact with people.
I turned my attention to the stage and several of the dancers looked like porn stars. Their bodies were augmented, large fake stiff breasts, ass implants, very plump lips. Blonde and bright red lipstick. Not my type. There were a couple of thick girls. There was an Asian girl, a black girl, and a couple of brown skinned girls.
One girl caught my eye. She was in her mid 20's and had curly brown hair, tanned skin, a cute face, slim body, yet with some booty and a medium bust. I was checking her out when we made eye contact. Eventually she makes her way over to my table and introduces herself as "Destiny." She asks me if I want a dance and I tell her, "Not at the moment. But maybe I can buy you a drink?" She smiles and says, "Yeah. I've been on my feet for a while." She sits down next to me and flags a waitress over and orders her drink. Soon she's sipping on her mocktail. We start chatting and flirting a little. She gestures at the group of frat jocks and says, "Those guys are so annoying. They were balling up their one dollars and then chucking them at the dancers. They already got warned and they'll probably get kicked out. Jackasses."
It's been a while and even though she's sipping her drink slowly she's almost finished. I decide now is the time to get a dance and ask Destiny. She says, "Yeah? Okay. But give me a moment. I'm going to the ladies room real quick. Wait for me." She leaves and comes back a little later. We go into the back room and about half the rooms are in use. We choose a room at random and I sit down in the soft chair.
I'm wearing silk boxers and soft dress slacks without a belt. Destiny straddles me and rubs her body on me. I can smell her. She has a very common perfume which I've come to think of as "stripper perfume." She's nice but definitely had a more typical stripper persona. When she leans in to talk I smell a little bit of liquor on her breath. I don't really mind it but it's something that stands out.
She's grinding on me and after a while I've got a rock hard erection that's next to my leg pushing up. It's caught in my silk boxers and it's hurting me. I tell Destiny that my junk is caught up in my boxers and I ask her, "Do you mind if I adjust really quick?" She nods and I ask her to look away. While she looks away I quickly adjust myself so that my dick is now 12 O'clock and still covered in my silk boxers and shirt.
We continue our dancing and she finds where my erection is. First with her pussy and rubbing her ass on it. Then she straddles me and puts her hand under my shirt and wraps her hand around my boxers so she's gripping my cock. For a little while she just holds my penis kind of caressing it. She looks up at me with a serious and sad face and tells me, "My husband's in jail. I haven't had sex in so long. I miss it." She starts fumbling with my boxers until she's pulls my dick out bare and she says, "It's so close." Then she slides the front of her panties exposing her pussy and angles my dick and moves to insert me inside her raw. I stop her right there. I tell her I have to use the restroom first.
I head to the restroom and think about what happened. Then I return to Destiny and tell her I've got to respond to a work call since I'm on-call. I'll be back in 15 minutes. I leave the club and walk a block away to an iconic 24/7 diner that has notoriously strong drinks. I order a double vodka gimlet. I have some sexual hang-ups or rules. One is that to have sex I must be around the same intoxication level as my partner. I can't have sex with a girl who's had a drink if I'm sober. And vice versa. I finish my drink pretty quickly but already feel it. I still haven't decided if I'll have sex with this girl but just in case I grab some condoms on the way back.
Back in the club I find Destiny and we talk for a little. I decide I'd like another dance and she starts to lead me back to the lapdance room. I remember I should put on a condom and tell her I'm hitting the restroom real quick. I do my routine, condom, 12 O'clock, discard wrapper, and wash hands.
Destiny and I head back to a lapdance couch and she straddles me. She begins dancing on me and talking a little dirty. Pretty soon her hands are roaming and grabbing my dick. She pulls my condomed cock out of my boxers and pulls her panties to the side. She looks at me and asks, "Is this okay?" I nod and say, "Yes." She inserts the tip of my dick into her pussy and I feel the heat, softness, a tightness, and then she pushes down so I'm almost all inside her. She stops and looks at me again, then leans to my ear, and lowly says, "You can't tell anyone about this. Okay?" I agree. She starts riding me. She changes positions and I'm careful to pull my shirt down so that no one can see my dick is out. This time she's facing away from me. She squats down, lifts up my shirt, and pushes my dick inside her. I'm watching her ass bob up and down and I can see glimpses of my dick going into her pussy.
She changes position again so she's back straddling me. She starts talking really dirty, telling me she loves cum, she loves getting fucked, it's been too long, and that she's a total cumslut. I can't last for much longer and I bust hard while pulling her hips down towards me. She says, "SHHH! You were kind of loud," and she looks around to see if anyone noticed. Afterwards we exchange phone numbers.
I see her a few times in the club and we always end up fucking. Then a few days after I've last see her she messages me and says she wants to come to my place after she gets off work. I'm a little suspicious that there's some kind of game going on. I tell her that I don't pay for sex. She responds, "Ooook. And why are you telling me?" I reply, "Then come over." She comes over late, about 3:30 am, and we hang out for a while on my couch. She's in regular clothes; jeans and a t-shirt.
Pretty soon we are making out and taking each others clothes off. I'm pretty inexperienced at this point in my life and I've got sexual hang-ups. The whole situation became unsexy and when we finally had sex it wasn't great. I didn't last very long and I could tell she was disappointed. I think, like me, she had a fantasy which the reality didn't match. She left soon after.
I saw her a few more times in the club but the damage was already done for both of us. It just wasn't as hot. I lost interest in going to the strip club.
So for the next year I had a regular girlfriend and we lived together. We broke up and she moved out. I was in a different job that was very demanding and again I was working late hours. It was close to the big strip club and one day I got off work in the evening around 9:30 PM and decided to check it out.
At night the place was pretty busy. It's in a tourist zone and it showcases pole dancing. The stripper pole is almost two stories tall. The girls were doing some really amazing things. This was definitely about the performance. Pretty soon the place was packed and there must have been at least 20 or 30 strippers. The lapdance area was out in the open and lined both sides of the huge room. There was an expensive VIP room but I never went there. I've never really been into the VIP section of a strip club. All this stuff happened in the regular lap dance areas.
There were plenty of attractive women of all shapes and sizes.But it had gotten so busy that it was nearly impossible to find one that wasn't already giving a lapdance. I had my eye on a cute slender brunette. She was very energetic on stage and had an infectious smile. Eventually I catch up to her and inquire about getting a dance. She says she can but right now she's about to dance again on stage but after we'll do a dance. So, I watch her dance, it's pretty good but it's clear she's not very experienced on the pole. After her set she comes over to me and she's sweaty from dancing on stage.
We go to the side lapdance area. It's kind of out in the open. There's no privacy. I sit down and she straddles me. We chat for a while until the next song starts and she starts grinding on me. I notice a scent that smells like sex and female hormones. She's really going at it grinding on me. I look down and see that her panties have slid and she's rubbing her bare pussy on my jeans. I think, "Doesn't that chafe? Ouch." I get a few dances from her and we talk. She's actually from the next state over and only comes up here once in a while for Friday and Saturday and heads back on Sunday. I really like the city where she lives and my friends and I are actually going there in a week to see a popular psychedelic rock band. I tell her this and she says we should exchange numbers and hang out. So, we do, I end up inviting her to the show and she wants to go. I leave shortly after and head home. When I arrive home I can still smell her pussy all over my jeans.
So, me and my friends take a couple of cars and drive down mid day. We check into our boutique hotel for the night. It's pretty cute. Each room has a theme around different music or bands. We all hang out for a while and then I drive over to pick up the girl. Her place is a small house - maybe a duplex. She comes out the front door wearing light jeans and a cute jacket. She looks very feminine but has this "I'm up for anything" vibe. We head to the show.
It's a little awkward at first but eventually we are getting along and chatting. I introduced her to my friends and we all watched the band. The show was longer than we anticipated. When it was getting later the girl turns to me and apologizes that she needs to head home in a bit. She suggests we go back to my hotel room and "hang out." But, at this point I was also the sober one of my friends, and I was keeping an eye on them, especially the girls in our group. So, we talk and she says it's fine and she invites me to do breakfast in the morning. I agree.
The next morning I got to her house and she tells me to come inside. As I enter her place, comfy, small, I see a guy in the kitchen. He waves at me and says, "Hey! Are you hungry? I'm making eggs," and grins. So, I'm kind of weirded out, because it seems like it's her boyfriend. From what I gather is that she's in an open/poly relationship and she goes up to my city when she wants to be really sexual. I start to worry. What if they want to have a threesome? What if she's trying to rub it in her boyfriends face? As gracefully as I can I bow out of that situation and head back home.
Back home I go to the big strip club a few times more. Nothing really sexual comes of it but I make a few friends there. One girl was a DJ - she was gorgeous - but also had a serious relationship. She was DJ'ing with her boyfriend at this big event that I really wanted to go to. When I told her I wanted to go she said, "Wait here," and ran back to the locker room. She came back with five tickets to the show. Each ticket is $25 so it was pretty dope. Me and my friends went and watched her set.
But I got disinterested in going to strip clubs.
So I had been busy with work and school and wasn't dating or doing much else. One day I get the urge to visit the small intimate club at night to see what it's like now. I make sure my hygiene is great, teeth, breath, light cologne, good smelling body lotion, hair product that smells good, too. I've always worked on my pheromone and hygiene game. I dress casual but with a little attitude.
I head over to the small club at about 11 PM. It's very packed and there's maybe 20 dancers in the place. A lot for a small club. This super sexy black girl catches me eye. She's got this smile, her eyes, her voice, even the way she walked was sexy. Eventually I get to talk with her. We chat for a while and I get a dance from her. It's pretty hot but completely by the rule books. Soon after I leave.
Since I had fun I go again a week later and I see the same girl. I get some more dances and we chat. I tell her I'm going to a DJ battle in a couple of days and her eyes light up. She says she wants to go. So I invite her. She's like, "Hell yeah." We exchange numbers and make plans.
On the night of the DJ battle we agree to meet at the venue. She's bringing her cousin. When they show up they are wearing these outfits that are even more revealing than the strip club. They both look amazing. And they are totally dressed out of place. It's a DJ battle not a rap video or meat market. When I walked in to the venue with these two bad ass chicks I could see people shocked and total rubber necking as we go past. I walk by a guy I know and his mouth drops and he mouths "Whaat tha fuuuu?"
So we're watching the battle and it's more avant-garde. Experimental beat juggling and scratching techniques. And really strange ways to use a turntable to make music like putting rubber bands on the tone arm and plucking it like a guitar. It's really for hardcore fans and the clothing is hip hip but not commercial hip hop. These girls were totally out of contrast with the people there. I could tell that they were a little uncomfortable.
After about 45 minutes her cousin says she's bouncing to a house party. And asks if I can drive my date back. I agree. About twenty minutes later my date is interested in doing something else. She suggests we go to her apartment and drink.
So we go back to her place which is quite a bit away. We drink and I'm not really used to drinking the liquor she has. She's trying to make moves on me and I'm a little too intoxicated to do anything about. She drags me to her bedroom and gets naked she's trying to take off my clothes but ends up giving up. I fall asleep.
When I wake up she's in PJ's next to me. We chat for a while. I drink a ton of water and eventually I'm sober enough to leave. I kinda leave with my tail tucked between my legs. I felt like a failure about the whole thing. I didn't really message her that week but when I finally do she tells me that she's getting back together with her ex boyfriend. I don't see her after that but I run into her a couple of years later and she's had a kid with him.
I still regret missing out on getting with her.
By now I've been single for a while and I miss cuddling and doing couple things. I decide to use a dating site and create a profile. I meet a girl and we have sex once. It was pretty hot but she didn't want to meet up again. It turns out she was on a break from her boyfriend and they decided to work things out.
I make a few "pen" pals from women on the site. We clown on the douches and cringe at the things guys send them.
Then I find this one girl's profile. Asian, slim, very sexy photos. She seems to have a real sexual side to her. We start chatting and eventually we go on a date. She's half Korean and half Japanese. She's a little shy at first but a total sweetheart. She used to work for a large company managing a product line. But she's evasive about what she's doing for work at the moment. Finally, she tells me, she's a dancer. Personally I don't care..but...I was kind of burned out on strippers.
She's also a fetish model and models for different things. She's a booth babe at different conventions, too. She invites me to an erotic Japanese bondage show she's performing at. The artists bound her in this really cool way and suspend her from the ceiling so she's dangling maybe 15 feet off the ground. The next week she's a booth babe for a gaming convention after party. A game company rented a club and decked it out. You had to have an invite to get in and I'm her plus one. Inside they painted the girls as different characters in the game. She was an evil elf.
It was hilarious watching all these gamer guys totally lose their shit over these girls. She had five guys following her like puppy dogs. I heard them talking about her. She was the hottest thing they seen. And when her shift was over she grabbed me by the hand and lead me out past all these thirsty guys. They looked confused like, "Wait..why is she randomly grabbing that guy and taking him?"
She also did humiliation to men for money. They would pay her and she would do things like make them lick her boots and verbally abuse them in public. Not my thing but whatever.
She would dress up really cute and bring me gifts to me at work. Then she started making me these elaborate bento boxes which I felt guilty eating because they were so carefully prepared and looked like works of art.
She was very much a sub (subservient) and it eventually turned me off. When I ask what she wants she always says, "I want to do what you want." Food, music, movies, sex, etc etc. It can be hot but it wore on me. I like some independence. If she was just 20% dom and 80% sub then it would have been okay.
Maybe a year and a half we break up.
Again I'm single and it's been awhile with no female sexy interactions.
One day I'm driving down a main road that goes through the city and I see this small old strip club. I didn't know it existed and was really curious what it was. I thought maybe it was a topless club. I've never been to one. So later in the evening I go back. There's a bar next door and I have a few drinks and then head over to the strip club.
This strip club is independent, locally owned, and it had a totally different feel from the corporate ones. It was comfortable in the local dive bar or greasy spoon restaurant. This was a local place. There were probably regulars who've been going here for twenty years.
I ended up meeting a young girl who was short and had large tits and a thick ass. She was a University student. Her panties were pretty big but very soft. We end up talking and then getting dances. It's pretty hot. She starts showing me her pussy by moving her panties to the side and we are getting naughty.
So personally I try and use condoms all the time. And I have a thing where if the condom breaks or slips then I have to wait a month without sex and then get tested. I did that anytime that happened. I was a bit of a hypochondriac.
I wasn't wearing a condom at this time and didn't expect anything like this to happen. At some point my dick popped up from my waistline and was exposed. All I know is next thing I'm inside her wet pussy and she's riding me. I freak out and stop it. At that point I think I must gotten some horrible STD.
The girl feels really bad. She tells me she really likes me and she wants to hang out. She asks me if I want to see a movie with her and I say yes. We exchange numbers and we date for a month. She wants to keep hanging out but I felt too bad about having unprotected sex with her. She was really sweet. She went to school and had a second job, too. Besides stripping she seemed like the girl next door. My STD tests were fine by the way.
After this experience I had to reevaluate my sexual safety and didn't go back to a strip club for a while.
I'm in a relationship for two years. We both have our issues and eventually the relationship sputters and we part.
After a dry spell I'm pretty desperate for female interaction. There's a new strip club on the other side of town that's supposed to be huge. I decide to check it out. I also heard it's more scandalous.
I arrive at the new club and it's pretty big. It's around 11pm but there's not that many guys there. Really it looks like a standard strip club. Nothing really of note.
I learned my lesson from the last experience so I put on a condom just to be safe. I'm sitting in these general seats and I see this buxom blonde girl. She's pretty hot. She comes over to me and says, "Hi." She doesn't ask me for a dance or anything. She just showing me her body and then she pushes her panty aside and I see her shaved pussy. She doesn't say a word during this, but, she grabs my right hand and takes my finger and pushes it into her pussy. It's really tight and wet. So tight that I feel a pop as my finger is pushed inside her. What was going through my head when she grabbed my hand was the following, "Okay, where is she going with this. Certainly not what I think. She's not going. She..What!? OMG." I was shocked that she actually did that.
I pull my hand back and I'm thinking I better go wash and disinfect my hand. She leans down and grabs my crotch and at the time my dick had a condom and was popped up above my pants line. She found my dick and I know she knows I have a condom. She starts to straddle me and I can tell she's going to try and put my dick inside her. I tell her, "No. I don't do that." She apologizes and looks hurt. She walks away after a minute. The strange thing is those chairs aren't for lap dancing or anything. So it was like she saw me and just came over to do those things. To this day I have no idea why.
After a while an attractive younger twenties black girl comes over. She's very up front. She tells me we can fuck but it will cost me. I tell her I'm not really interested right now. We end up chatting for a little and she leaves. I decide to leave that place as I felt skeezed out. The whole experience was surreal. I leave the club and walk to my car and I see the black stripper and a customer get into a car. I drive home.
I'm turned off by strip clubs for a while.
So I decide I'm just going to go to the corporate strip clubs because they are better regulated and I've never had a girl offer pay to play.
After some time I have another late work night where I'm on-call. I head down to the small VIP strip club at about 10 PM. It's been a long time since I've been there and it's a totally different staff and dancers.
Immediately I see this shorty hot blond girl. She looks like a club girl. We chat for a while and it turns out we run in similar circles so she knows who my people are and I know who her people are. Her crew are these popular DJ's and club promoters. I've gone to some of their events and met a few of them. My crew is also well known but they do more underground events. It's like the difference between progressive house and tech house for electronic dance music.
We dance and it's pretty hot. Totally legit rule book lap dances but she's really getting into it. After a few dances we talk and she wants to exchange phone numbers. I go home and late at night she messages me saying she wants to come over. I say sure. She gets off work and then comes to my place. We make out and fuck. I'm still pretty bad at sex and It's like I'm fumbling around. Eventually we're naked and fucking on my couch. Eventually I cum and when I pull out of her pussy the outside of my condom is covered with a very thick pussy juice. I thought it was my cum somehow but it wasn't. I'd never experienced that before.
We get our clothes on and talk for a while and she leaves soon after. The next day she invites me to hang out with her friends. I go there and it's all the well known DJ's, promoters, and party kids. I'm intimidated and socially awkward. I kind of keep to myself but end up making a couple friends.
We hang out for a while but our dynamic has switched to platonic. We're buddies and we kind of start hanging out with each other's friends.
Partying wears on me and I slowly stop going out as much.
A while passes and eventually I get off work early at 5PM rush hour. I decide to go down to the VIP small club and wait out traffic.
I haven't been to this place during the day for a while and all staff is different. All five of the girls are hot. I'd love to get dances from any of them.
The first girl I get dances from is a dirty blond hottie. She's got a real slut vibe. Like, she's there to rub dicks. When we're talking she asks me if I'm gay. I ask her why and she tells me a story, "So, this guy came in last week. He told me he's gay but thinks maybe he's into girls. I took him to his car and sucked him off." And she waits for me to reply. So, I tell her I'm straight. I'm thinking is this some kid of role play fantasy she has. Turning gay guys straight? And if I lied would she have wanted to suck my dick? Crazy girl.
So she starts dancing on me and she's very naughty. I've got my condom on and she finds my erection quick. She turns around so her ass is pushed close to my crotch. She pulls her thong to the side and lifts my shirt and positions my dick so that I can enter her. She starts to grind back on my dick but I move my dick before it touches her pussy lips. I keep doing this and she's trying harder to get it in. Eventually we hear a staff member go, "Ahem. AHEM!" so she stops.
For me the girl is too much. So I don't get more dances from her. I call it a day and head home.
I return a couple of weeks later during rush hour.
This time I get a dance from a toned brunette. She was cute and had a bubbly personality. She was really fun to talk to. We exchange phone numbers and hang out. We have sex a few times but our relationship turns more platonic. I become her wingman and sometimes babysitter when she drinks too much. She ended up being from an far circle of my friends so she knew some of them. She's very much like a dude. She'd always be hooking up with guys. One time we went to a bar and she tells me, "Okay, I'm not hooking up with anyone, sick of it." and seriously 15 minutes later I see her go to the men's bathroom with a guy she had been talking to. They come out a little later and she leans over and says, "I totally banged him." For about 8 months we just kicked it. She'd spend the night as a friend and we'd play Mario bros and smoke pot. We had lot of adventures. Sometimes she'd get too drunky though. She moved back to her home state, mellowed out, and is a mom now. I'm happy for her.
So, at some point I go back to the VIP club at night. There's different girls now.
I see this exceptionally hot brunette with, to my mind, the perfect body. I talk with her and she's got this cute shy personality. She has sexy tattoos as well. Not too many. They all highlight her body in some way. So when you look at her naked it's a complimentary thing with her body and tattoos. Very hot. I actually get her phone number but I'm too shy to contact her.
This is my first stripper crush. I actually tell my friends that I have a crush on this stripper. The girls in my friend group roll their eyes. And the guys laugh. They don't know I go to strip clubs. I say wait, really, she gave me her phone number. And they all basically brush it off like I'm getting played. "Did you call it?" one girl asked. I sheepishly said, "No." And so I just didn't mention it again to them.
Next week on the weekend we are hanging out downtown going to different retail clothing stores. The girls want to go to GAP and when we enter I see my stripper crush but she's wearing a GAP employee clothes. She waves at me...then I realize she's waving at my friends who are girls. They wave back and say, "Sarah! I didn't know you worked here." My stripper crush, Sarah apparently, doesn't mention me at all. But I can tell she recognizes me. We pretend to be introduced to each other and one of my girlfriends asks Sarah, "How's your boyfriend Tim?" And in my head I'm just shrinking and cringing. So, I don't tell my friends that she's a stripper because I don't want to out her. Plus, I don't want my friends telling her I have a crush on her.
I get up the nerve to message her and we talk about how awkward that situation was. Also, my work hours are changing and I won't be able to visit when she works. So, she suggests that she come over to my apartment during the day and give me dances just like if it was at the strip club. She says she has a boyfriend but he won't care about that setup.
She comes over and we do some dances and it's pretty hot. Every time she comes over we get naughtier. Until we are totally naked grinding my cock on her pussy and ass. She actually prefers rubbing without a condom. But I generally use one anyway for rubbing because it's just too weird.
The last time she came over we were grinding and she got into doggy position and when I put my condomed dick on the outside of her pussy hole she pushed back and it slid in. We fucked for a while and she told me, "If you don't have a condom on then pull out and come on my ass. I'm not on birth control." I got the vibe that she wanted me to fuck her unprotected. I didn't though.
Soon after that she moved away and we stopped talking.
Some more time passes and I end up at the small VIP club at night.
Again it's a different group of girls. I meet this cute outgoing short brunette and it's like we become besties on the spot. Our relationship started platonic. She invites me to hang out with her and her girlfriends after work. We go out and drink. We start kicking it and she's fun to be with. She's getting random tattoos spontaneously and is always doing something new. She has no filter and will tell you what's on her mind.
One day she tells me her girlfriend wants to come over and hang out. Her GF is really slutty. My friend pulls me aside and asks me if I want to have a threesome with her and her GF. I've never been in one and really had no desire. I decline and we just end up hanging out.
Another day she calls me up and tells me she needs dick and she wants me to come over. I go over but it's kind of strange because usually we're buddies. So, she's telling me what to do to her. She likes things really rough and at one point I'm finger fucking her with four fingers and she's telling to go harder and deeper. I thought I was going to damage her pussy. Then she tells me not to use a condom. She knows I just got tested and she got tested and she's on birth control. I require the condom and put one on. We have sex and it's alright. I don't think we are sexually compatible because she really needs a guy who can beat up her pussy with his dick.
We hang out as friends after that.
At this point in my life I'm not in the party mood or strip clubs. I've been riding my bike home so I'm no longer waiting out traffic If I leave during rush hour.
One day I was having a rough day and really needed to escape the workplace and get my mind off things. I ended up taking my lunch break and going to the VIP club. I was hoping it would be empty and I wouldn't be disturbed. I ended up meeting this buxom redhead. She was cute and very intelligent. We chatted about math, engineering, physics, and even cryptography. I told her the books that I was reading, physics and cryptography, and she told me it turned her on. We have some dances and I head back to work.
I go and visit her the next week because she was fun to hang with. She tells me she's reading the cryptography book, too, and loving it. We hang out and I get dances.
The next week after that I go back to say, "Hi." We hang out and I get some dances and at the end she hands me a piece of paper with an encrypted message. She tells me if I can decrypt it she'll give me a surprise. So, later that night I'm trying to decrypt it and it's really hard. I know the cipher should be easy so I'm not sure if I'm making some basic mistake or maybe she did. The gist of the message is, "Do y*u wan* *o go on * d**e?" I spend the next week trying to work out the rest. I think she's asking me on a date.
Eventually I give up and go back. I tell her I gave it a go. She looks at me and says, "Silly. I'm asking you out." So we make arrangements to hang out. I've got a projector at my apartment and she wants to come over and watch a movie.
She comes over and she's dressed in street clothes - just a sexy redhead with curves and a cute butt. We chat for about ten minutes and then she turns to me and says, "So, are we going to have sex, or what?" We have sex and really I'm still not very skillful at this point in my life. It was fun and we date a few more times.
I got the feeling she was looking for something serious and at the time I didn't want a girlfriend or any commitments. We stopped dating. I'm pretty sure I did something to upset her but I'm not sure what it was.
So after another span of time I'm off work late and on-call for the night. I end up going to the big strip club before I go home.
This night the strip club is packed full of people. I find a table very far from the stage and sit. I get my drink and look around. I don't even know how many people are there or how many dancers. Eventually the DJ announces the next dancer is the winner of various pole dancing competitions and is this years performer of the year.
A smoking hot Asian girl enters the stage and she just smolders with sensuality. Everything about her body is perfect and every movement she makes is deliberate and sensual. I'm fascinated - she's my dream girl. She climbs up the pole and quickly reaches the top which is nearly two stories high. And then it's like she's falling. I clenched my fingers down and almost spilled my drink. At the last moment before he hit the ground her body abruptly stopped and she's suspended inches from the floor completely vertical with the pole between her thighs. And then she starts spinning around and some how she's going in reverse back up to the top but I'm not sure how it's physically possible. And then she drops but slower and it looks like her body is transforming into different positions while she drops. Then she's doing floor dancing and does a "flag pole" and starts moving back up to the top.
It was cirque level moves. I had to tell her she's amazing. But I figured she'd be busy with tons of other guys trying to get her time. Before her last song ended I walked up to the stage right next to the stairs where she will walk down. I'm not sure I'm supposed to be at that area and I'm waiting for security to tell me to leave. Eventually she comes down and she's still naked holding her panties and bra. I say, "Hi, I'd love a dance when you have time." She says, "Sure thing. Give me a moment." And I wait for her.
She dresses and comes over to me and takes my hand. We walk to the side and have to wait for a while to find a free couch because it's so busy. We chat. She's a competitive pole dancer and is ranked nationally. It's something she's very passionate about. We flirt and banter and finally a couch opens up. She gives me a few dances which are really hot while being totally by the rule book. Mainly we are flirting. She's really into word play and clever come backs. At the end of our session I ask her, "If I may be so bold, can I get your phone number?" She responds with, "You may...be so bold." She follows it with, "Stay here. I'll be right back." She comes back with a napkin and tells me, "I don't give out my phone number. Here's my email address." I was happy to even have that.
I spend a lot of effort on my first email. Just a couple of sentences but my mission was to write something that she couldn't resist replying to. It worked and we had a cadence of one email and one response per day. That increased over the next two months until finally she sends an email with her phone number telling me she needs to talk to me more regularly. We start messaging back and forth more often and our dialogue becomes more sexual and explicit during this time. From time to time I'd get dances from her, too.
Our dances become more sexual and were getting pretty naughty. At some point she tells me that if we continue at the club like that we're going to get into trouble. She suggests we meet outside the club. At first we get coffee on my lunch break hang out. But it's hard for us to leave each other. We immediately make plans to meet after I get off work that same day. I feel giddy or high on being with her. After I get off work we go to my apartment and finally have sex.
Right when I'm busting my nut the condom breaks and I end up putting a ridiculous amount of semen in her pussy. It's running down her thighs. We're both shocked. She runs to the bathtub and starts rinsing. When she comes out she's crying. I hold her and apologize. I ask her if she wants plan-b which she nods. I run out to the pharmacy real quick and buy some. I get back and give it to her and hold her until she's calms down.
The next week our relationship is on a down note. But after that it comes back stronger than ever. I find out that she's leaving her current boyfriend to be with me. He's apparently well endowed and a good guy. But they've been having problems for a while and he's moving out. A couple of days later and he's moved out. We are spending every minute we can with each other. It's like we are addicted to one another.
It was the best relationship I had. I really did grow as a person and as a lover. She demanded a lot to cum so I learned how to have sex longer and how to please her. We lived together for five years and it ended when I moved away while she stayed to take care of her aging family and continue her education. It was pretty sad but it's life.
After breaking up I was in dark place for a while.
Where I was living there was a strip club called Tails that I went to.
There was this young latina girl that was very sexy. We started fucking in the club pretty quick and a few times unprotected because things got too hot too fast. She wanted to have a threesome and was so much all over me that I was worried she'd get fired. It was fun but unfulfilling. She ended up moving to a different club that was too far out of the way for me.
She had a couple of friends and one of them was a very sexy black stripper. So, I think she told the black stripper the naughty stuff we had done in the club because she came up to me and whispered in my ear, "Do you want to have sex?" Of course I wanted to. She asked me if I had a condom and I didn't at the time. She went back into the locker room and basically asked her friends if they had one. No one had one so I wrote off sex with her. We'd just have a normal dance. I really didn't care. But when she danced for me she pulled out my bare erect cock and worked into her pussy raw.
The last girl was this cute little blonde who happened to be a fan of my favorite TV show. We started out quizzing each other on trivia and make references. Well, one night I've had a few drinks and I'm in an asshole mood. She's a sweet girl and when she gives me dances I pull my dick out and start rubbing it on her. Then I pull her panties out of the way. And since she's letting me do that I try and put my dick inside her but she said no. I felt really bad about that so the next day I went back and apologized to her. She gives me some dances but this time she pulls my dick out, pulls her panties to the side, and starts fucking me. I end up pulling out and cumming on my stomach. We do this for a while until she wants to start hanging out. She invites me to lunch but I make up some excuse. I actually felt pretty bad about myself and wasn't ready for a real relationship.
At this time in my life I was getting tested so often the clinic knew me by name. Everything worked out and I came out unscathed but I realized how reckless I was being. I was also a completely different person than I started.
Welp. I've actually left out a number of strippers but that sums things up. I learned a lot about myself and got to explore my sexuality. It also let me address some of my anxieties and hang-ups. But I'm glad my strip club phase is over. The idea of an American strip club is ludicrous in the country I live in now. They simply don't exist here. It's like if you live in a state where you pump your gas and you go to state that makes you use an attendant. It seems pointless.
I'm a regular guy, on the shorter side, skinnier, and during this time I was around bp 5.5. I think I'm cute but not hot. My personality is 60% caring/innocent/naive 20% naughty/filthy and 20% disinterested/cocky/jerk.
It starts on my 21st birthday.
My friends took me bar hopping and half way through we went to the local strip club in my small town. I remember it because it was so bad. We arrived and the doorman took my ID. He noticed it was my 21st birthday and said "Happy Birthday. Here are the rules: Don't touch the dancers, if you sit at the stage tip, and if you look drunk we'll kick you out. Have Fun."
I entered the building and found it to be very bright. Too bright. The first thing I saw were electronic gambling machines. The next was a very long bar. There were three small circular stages, two of which had women dancing. We ordered beers and, wow, they were expensive. We sat down at the more crowded stage and each placed one dollar as a tip. The woman dancing was older, around my mom's age, with a visible cesarean scar. I could see why older men might be attracted to her but there was nothing for me. The next girl who came on stage was in her younger twenties, attractive, blonde, slender but with a nice bosom. She looked like a sorority girl. I imagined that she turned down cheerleading for stripping to pay her tuition. Next up was a mid twenties woman with a medium build. My buddies asked me which one I liked and I told them the blonde girl. One of the guys went and talked with her and a few moments later they returned.
The blonde stripper pointed to the corner of the room and said, "That's were we do the dances." We all followed her and she pulled a wooden chair from a nearby table. She pointed at it and I sat down. She stood about three feet away from me waiting for the next song to start. Finally, the next song played, and she started to writhe and wriggle to the music. It wasn't actually dancing. She made eye contact with me which gave me half a chubby but I really just wanted it to end. Finally, the song finished and she left. I stood up and clapped my friend on the shoulder and said, "This suuuuucks." We left on our bar hop mission.
Seven years later and I'm in a big city in a different state. I'm dedicated to my job working ten plus hours a day plus on call duty. I take online classes, too. My scheduler is full. I've been single for 8 months and even though I'd like to meet a woman I just don't have the time for a relationship.
One day I get off work early at 5pm - rush hour. I go to my bus stop and it takes over an hour until one shows up that I can squeeze into. It takes another 45 minutes packed like sardines until I get to my stop. I'm thinking next time I'm going to wait out rush hour. Maybe read a book or get an after work drink.
A week later and I'm off at work at rush hour again. I decide I'm going to get a drink and relax somewhere so I start walking around looking for a nice place. The streets are packed with people and cars. Every bar I go to is packed and there are lines of people waiting to get in. I feel it is pointless. Then I walk by a strip club and a light turns on in my head. Overpriced drinks? Scantily clad women? Yes, please.
I enter the building and notice it's a little run down. Nothing too bad but it's been around for a while. I hand the door guy my ID and while he's checking it I ask, "What do you serve here? Liquor?" He looks up and says, "Cranberry juice or pop. Pick your poison." In my mind I'm thinking "what the hell, no alcohol at a strip club?" Like he read my mind he says, "State law" and hands my ID back. I hesitate for a moment but decide to go in. "Hey, that's a ten dollar cover. And the drinks are free," the door guy says while pointing to a sign on the wall next to him. I'm incredulous, can a place actually charge you a cover and not even serve booze? My curiosity eventually wins over the annoyance. I want to see what a place like this is. Are there, like, glory holes? Is this one of those places with the coin operated jerk off shows? What kind of pervs pay ten bucks for no booze and to stare at women?
I pull out my wallet and fork over ten dollars. The door guy nods and I walk past him down a hallway that gets dimmer the further I go. As I turn a corner the lumination drops markedly. My vision adjusts and I see I'm at the entrance of the club. It's a large room full of tables and a big stage in the distance. The stripper pole looks like it's two stories tall. I see a girl dancing but she's so far away I can't make out her features other than big and blonde.
I sit at a nearby table and a few minutes later a waitress approaches me asking what I want. "Cranberry juice, please." She nods, leaves, and a few minutes later comes back with a small plastic cup filled with red juice. I sink into my chair and close my eyes. It's pleasant to be away from the world. Then I pull out my phone and catch up on my notifications. I'm startled when I hear, "Hey guy. You can't have a phone out here." I look up and a man in a staff shirt is wagging his finger at me. I apologize and he says, "No worries. We've had problems with guys trying to record the dancers." I put my phone away and he walks off.
I take in the scene, there's maybe five other guys here. The music is loud but the environment is quiet if that makes sense. I see a slender, short, brunette girl, she's wearing cut off jeans but it's tailored so her ass is totally exposed. She leads a man to the side wall where larger chairs are. He sits down and then she sits on his lap. I think, "Wow. That's totally illegal. Can't be touching like that. Fight the power - live your lives" and chuckle.
After a long time I check my watch and it's 6:30pm - about time I can catch my bus. I leave and head home.
At work they announce we are moving our office space to a building two blocks up. Even though I'm a systems engineer for operations it pulls me into helping with logistics. I'm setting up a new office network and phone system. Pulling cable and network configuration. I help my co-workers move - sometimes carrying by hand things from one building to the other. Two blocks away isn't a huge issue but it takes up a lot of my time.
After a while my work load mellows and I'm off work at 5 PM again. I think about going to the strip club but walking two additional blocks is a deal breaker plus the ten buck cover. As I'm leaving my office I remember there's another strip club about a block away. This one is small and discrete. So, I walk over and I notice that the logo is similar to the other one. I talk to the door guy and he tells me it's owned by the same company and that most of the strip clubs in the state our owned by this same national chain.
I pay the cover and walk into the building and see that there's stairs going down. I walk down the stairs below ground and find a very nice place. It's billed as a VIP establishment and seems to cater to business men. The place is plush and most things are new. I sit down comfortably in a corner and think, "Now we're talking." A waitress comes and takes me order and soon I'm sipping on my beverage.
I survey the small room and notice it's very intimate. The stage is small but close. In general it is very relaxing. A slim Asian girl is dancing on stage slowly and seductively. Her body is tight and she's pushing her perky tits out while caressing the pole like it's a penis. She finishes her set and gets off stage, puts her clothes on, and walks through the room greeting new customers. I can see she talks to them and asks if they want a dance. Eventually she approaches me and says, "Hi, I'm Aurora, would you like a dance?" I politely decline. She says, "If you change your mind I'll be over there," and point to the bar. The other girls who dance follow the same pattern.
Eventually a petite long haired olive skin girl gets on stage. Her body is athletic but she has some healthy curves. You can see the outline of her abdominal muscles and a wide thigh gap. She had a squeezable heart shaped ass and full tits. This girl had me mentally drooling and my eyes were locked on her during her entire set. She danced slowly, deliberately, and very seductively. Every song she took off an article of clothing until finally she was naked. Her body was flawless.
She finished her set and put her clothes on. I watched her do the same routine as the others. Talking to new customers and asking if they wanted a dance. She eventually approached me and said, "Hi, I'm Lauren. Do you mind if I sit with you?" which caught me off guard. "Yeah, of course. How are you?" I responded. We chatted about random stuff and flirted a little. I offered to buy her a drink and she ordered a mocktail. She asked if I wanted to taste it and then took the straw, dipping it into her drink, covering the top end with her finger, and placing it above my mouth. She released her finger dribbling Caribbean fruit juice into my mouth. Tasty.
We chatted for a while and eventually she asked me, "So, do you get dances when you come here?" I told her that it's my first time here and maybe the third time in my life I've been to a strip club. I asked her if she would mind giving me a dance. I thought she would just do a little wriggle dance three feet a way like my first experience at a strip club. Instead she took my hand and beckoned me to follow her. She lead me into a different area that was even more secluded.
There were six mini rooms with over sized soft chairs. The rooms had semi translucent curtains and the chairs were so large I could almost lay horizontally. I sat down on the plush chair and then Lauren sat down next to me. I asked her how this works. She responded with, "Well, this is a contact state. I can touch you but you can't touch me. Understand?" I nod affirmatively and Lauren stands up.
I tuck my hands underneath my legs because I don't want to accidentally touch her. So, I'm basically sitting on my hands. She spreads my legs and stands in between them. The next song starts and she sways brushing her legs against me. She runs her hands down her bust, down her stomach, and stops just above her pussy. She turns around and then bends over - I can see her heart shaped ass and her thong disappears for a few inches in the middle of her butt and reappears at her pussy. She smacks her ass and looks back at me.
She straightens upright and turns to face me. Making a "tsk tsk tsk" sound she pulls my hands from underneath my legs and places them palm up on each leg. Now when she moves she's brushing her body against my hands. I can feel her legs and thighs. Right before the song ends she turns around and sits on my lap so each hand is palming an ass cheek. I don't make any effort to grab her...I just let her grind on my hands.
The song ends and Lauren turns to me asking, "Fun?" I tell her that it was way, way, different from my first dance. It was sexy and fun. I was really hard and couldn't stand up so I asked her if I could have a minute or two before I leave. "Sure. I'll be at the table. Take your time," she replied. After she left I quickly adjusted myself so I could walk.
I told Lauren I was heading home and it was a great pleasure to have a dance from her. She hugged me and tells me to come back soon.
About a week later I get off work early and I know exactly what I'm going to do. Head down to the strip club and hope Lauren is working. This time I happen to be wearing thin soft joggers. When I get to the strip club I see Lauren prancing towards me almost kind of bouncing. She grabs my hand and tells me she's giving me a dance. I say, "Give me some time. I just got here. I need to relax for a few minutes." She shakes her head and leans in, saying, "I'm giving you a free dance. Are you really going to turn that down?" How could I? So I take her hand and she leads me into the back room. She looks at my jogger pants and touches my leg and says, "Soft. These are much better. You had jeans on last time..Jeans chafe after a few dances." She shoves me down onto the couch and jumps on me.
She's all over me. Her hands on my body. She's grinding her pussy on me. She trails her lips down my neck. Her face is so close to me that her hair is draping over my face. I can smell her perfume, her hair, and her pheromones. The whole experience is intoxicating. My dick is straining at the fabric of my boxers. Then I feel her grinding on it. A thought pops into my head: maybe she won't like my erection. And then another thought: what if I have a pre-ejaculate spot that she feels. She'll be grossed out. And finally, the most worrying thought, what if I cum?!?!?! She probably wouldn't speak to me again.
To my relief the song ends and I didn't cum in my pants. Lauren is standing in front of me adjusting her underwear. She tells me it was fun and if I want to return the favor to buy her a ladies drink. I discretely adjust my erection so that I can walk. We go out to a table, I buy her a drink, and we chat about random stuff. I'm distracted by what happened and troubled that I almost came in my pants in less than four minutes. I excuse myself from the table and head to the men's room. In a bathroom stall I peek into my pants at my boxers and I see I've got a silver dollar size pre-cum splotch on my boxers. Luckily, it hadn't made it's way through my pants, so Lauren wouldn't have felt it. But still I felt it was unhygienic and I wouldn't get another dance if this was going to keep happening. Then I had a novel idea, wearing a condom discretely would solve hygiene around pre-cum, protect my dick against chafing, reduce the sensation so I don't cum, and finally, I won't have to worry if I do cum.
I tell Lauren I need to leave but that I'll be back. I almost power walk to the sex shop around the block. I buy a 3 pack of Trojan's, and while walking back discard the box, pocketing the three condoms. When I'm back at the strip club I head to the men's room. My dick is already hard again just from thinking of Lauren's scent. In a stall I put the condom on and position my dick so it's at 12 o'clock angle. About an inch is above my pants waist band. I take some toilet paper and bundle the condom wrapper up and throw it in the trash.
Lauren is talking with another dancer next to the bar. I walk over and get her attention and tell her that I want another dance. She smiles and says, "I thought you'd never ask." She takes my hand and leads me into the back room and pushes me down onto the over sized soft chair. She jumps onto my lap so that she's straddling me and starts slowly grinding on me. Taking her hands she runs them down her body starting from her neck, over her tits, her stomach, hips, and down her panties to her inner thighs. I can see the faint outline of her pussy lips through her panties.
At some point she runs her hand down my chest and I realize she's dangerously close to accidentally touching my dick that's above my pant line and a few inches below my belly button. I try to adjust my posture to make it so she won't accidentally touch my dick. But it's too late. I feel her hand brush the top of my dick over my shirt and she jerks her hand away like she touched something unexpected or burning hot. Neither of us say anything and our dance continues like nothing happened. But then she does it again but as she touches the tip of my dick with her hand she ever so slightly slows down. It's so brief and almost unnoticeable. Then she does it one more time. After that her demeanor changes and she stops grinding on my lap. She takes her right hand's index finger and places it under my shirt on my left side and starts tracing my belt line moving slowly towards the center of my body where my condomed dick is. I can feel her finger moving across my bare stomach all while she's sitting and watching me. Her face is blank, she's not smiling, or frowning, just 100% reading my reaction. Am I going to stop her? Do I let her do this? What does it say about each of us as people? I don't know.
Now, her finger is an inch away from my dick and getting closer. And then her finger is brushing over my dick. She doesn't linger or anything. After she reaches the other side of my stomach she pulls her hand back and resumes slowly grinding on me. She leans forward and puts her face next to my ear and says, "Are you...wearing a condom?" I simply said, "Yes." The song was ending. I thanked her, said goodbye, went to the men's room, and then left for home. Even though it felt like a long time it was only two dances. While I waited for my bus I thought about what happened and tried to process it.
A little over a week went by without going back and I had come to the conclusion that we were both alright people and I enjoyed talking, hanging out, and getting dances from Lauren. I wasn't spending much money. I was respectful and considerate. Sure, it was for entertainment, it's not a real relationship, but maybe that's a good thing. No one gets hurt. There's no expectations. In sum I decide it's okay to go back and get more dances.
I had started to workout during my lunch break and would take exercise clothes with me. It was pretty common for co-workers to wear cycle or exercise apparel at work. This day I was so busy in the morning that didn't get my lunch break so I was still in my exercise gear which was a very thin, loose, and sheer black bottoms and a thin loose quick drying green exercise shirt. The later part of the work day mellowed and I got off early again which is rush hour time for everyone.
I decide I'm going to the strip club. In my laptop bag I have an "overnight" kit with mini toothbrush, floss, daily vitaminas, Advil, couple of condoms, and a small vial of my favorite Bvlgari cologne. I brush and floss my teeth, spritz myself with cologne, discretely slip the condoms into my pocket, and head over to the strip club. The cologne reminds me of sex and passion and it would make my last girlfriend horny when I wore it.
When I arrive everything looks the same except I don't see Lauren. I'm bummed. I wait a while and finally approach the bartender and ask if Lauren is working today. He says he'll check and asks me if I want a beverage. I was on a low sugar diet so I ordered diet coke and sat down at a table to sip on my beverage. A few minutes later I see Lauren enter the room from the dancer's changing room. She looks around but doesn't give me any attention. Then she walks over to the bartender, they speak, he points to me, and then she walks over to me.
As Lauren approaches me I see her expression change to surprised and then happy. She says, "Heeey! You came back. How are you?" I tell her that I've been busy with work and that I had fun with her the last time. We chat for a while and I offer her a drink. She ponders answering and finally says, "How about a dance instead?" I reply with, "Okay. I'm going to the boys room real quick and then I'll be ready for you."
I head to the bathroom as I really do need to piss. I pee, wash my hands, and then remember I should put on a condom. I go over to a stall and close the door. Put the condom, angle my dick 12 O'clock straight up, and discretely dispose of the wrapper. Then I head back to Lauren and she leads me into the back room.
During the first dance we're talking and being goofy. It's still sexy but not like intense. I admire her body which I find super hot. The skin tone and her mix of athletic and natural body fat. Her thong panties and bra that showcased her ample breasts. You could faintly see her nipples and areolas through the fabric. Standing in front of me I can see the crease of her pussy through the thin fabric of her panties.
The dance starts to get more erotic and escalates. She's straddling me very high so that the base of my dick is rubbing on her pussy and clit. At some points I can feel a distant warmth from her pussy, through her panties, through my thin pants, thin boxer briefs, condom, and on my dick. I can feel her pussy lips being parted just slightly by the shaft of my dick as she grinds on me. She was making soft moaning and sex sounds but she's gone totally quiet now. And her grinding has changed. It's very purposeful like she's rubbing her clit on my shaft in the way she likes. She changes positions so that her back is to me. She squats down on my and starts twerking on my dick. But I'm distracted because she's also making my shirt ride up with her ass and it could expose my condomed dick. At one point I know my dick touched her ass accidentally. She turns around and starts grinding on me and when she sees me tugging my shirt down she grabs my hands and puts them on her hips.
She's straddled really high on me where I can feel the tip of my dick that's above my pants rubbing on her pussy around her clit area. Now the only fabric between us is my shirt and her panties. I can feel even more warmth and softness. She's grinding on my and keeps placing my hands on her body. At one point she looks around and takes my left hand and makes me squeeze her breast. It's surprisingly full and heavy. Next thing I know I can feel her bare thighs straddling me across my stomach just above my pants. This means my shirt has ridden up but I'm pretty sure the center where my dick is still covered. But then I feel something different on my dick. I can feel the stitching in her panties and a lot more warmth. I realize that now, besides my condom, just her panties separate use.
The song ends and Lauren stands up and adjusts her clothing. She says, "Hold on a sec. I'm going to change my outfit. This one isn't working." She runs off and returns a few minutes later. I see that she's wearing different panties. These are the smallest I've ever seen. They are like spaghetti straps. One of her pussy lips is almost exposed and the little fabric that's there looks very sheer and thin. I think my eyes are playing tricks on me because I think I can see her pussy through them. They are just so sheer that you can make out different lines and details of her vagina.
The next dance starts and she continues where we left off. Grinding on me so that my shirt rides up while taking my hands and putting them on her body. Eventually I can feel that my dick is rubbing on her panties. This time I can feel more heat. She's quiet again and eventually leans towards me and says, "Okay, when I get quiet it means it's feeling really good for me." I admire her body, her face, her scent. The look on her pretty face changes. Her brow furrows like she's concentrating or something. Then she grabs my biceps and her grip starts to tighten. I notice a different feeling on my dick. It's very soft, more heat, and feels slidey. I look down and see that her panties have shifted from all the grinding, her pussy is partially exposed, and my condomed cock is rubbing directly on it.
Lauren scoots up even closer to me while straddling. She's straddling me even higher and also wraps her arms around me and rests her head on my shoulder. She whispers in my ear that I smell really good. She starts kissing my neck and with one hand pulls my hair slightly. She's grinding on me and then she lifts up slightly and presses her pelvis forward towards me. I feel my dick slide down under her clit where the pelvic bone ends and where her slit begins. My dick is almost inside her. It's at the entrance but the angle of our bodies prevents penetration. Instead now the tip of my penis is rubbing from her clit down to the entrance of her slit. A few times my dick slid in maybe a centimetre but catches on her pelvic bone.
I don't know what changed but my dick slid in to the entrance of her pussy. We both looked at each other, like, "Is what I think is happening, happening?" For a while we just kind of tease each other at that point. Like putting the slightest pressure like one of us it going to put it in deeper but then back off. It's kind of like we are egging the other on so that the other one is responsible for penetration. I wanted it but I didn't want to be the one who did it. And I think that's what was going on with her. Eventually I pulled out.
So, we keep grinding and things are getting hotter and there's kind of a desperate energy going on. We both were getting more rough with messing around. And then my dick slid in enough that it was definitely penetrative sex. I thought, "There's no denying it. My dick is inside her. A stripper in a strip club. I'm fucking in a strip club." We keep grinding and when I look down I can see that my pants underneath my dick are getting wet from her pussy. There's a little white cream too. It's very contrasting with the black fabric on the pants.
At this point I'm about to cum but I don't want her to know. So when I cum I try to be as stoic as possible. She actually starts talking about something kinda random. I'm talking to her and cumming at the same time trying to be nonchalant. It's difficult. So, we wrap up and I tell her I need to hit the bathroom. In the bathroom I remove the condom, tie it, wrap it in toilet paper and throw it out. I clean up and then head back to Lauren. We hang out for a little and then I excuse myself and head home.
For a while I really had to process what happened and what it meant about me as a person. I thought about it and decided it was okay for me. I saw Lauren for another month and a half. I'd head down once or twice a week and we'd end up having sex. We exchanged numbers, too. The last time I saw her, after we had sex, she pulled me aside and told me she's finished with school and is moving back to her home state to live with her parents for a couple of months before she starts an internship in a big city on the other coast. That was the last time I saw her.
After Lauren moved away I went back to the strip club a few times but I never really clicked with the girls. I bought a dance and drink for each of them. Talked to them all. They were all nice but I didn't have that sexual or personal connection that I needed. And the place was pretty dead. It got a little boring and one time I went two girls were playing ping pong on the stage. I was the only customer so they had to stop and then start dancing rotations because I was there. Anyway, I stopped going.
I didn't go back to a strip club for a while. It wasn't until I got off work very late, around 9 PM, and I was looking for something to do...
It was a Friday and while most of my friends were pre-funking I was still at work. At around 9 PM I was finally free from working. But I was on call and couldn't party. My friends were across town drinking and getting ready for a club night. I didn't want to go and sit around people drinking. But I didn't want to go home just yet. I wanted something social and fun. I started thinking about places nearby. Bar, bar, bar, bar, restaurant bar...strip club? I haven't been there in a while. I can say hi to the employees and dancers.
So, I pull out my "overnight" bag and brush my teeth, put some cologne on, but I don't have any condoms. Which is okay because I'm just expecting to go for an hour and get a couple of dances. If they are sexy dances then I'll have something to think about when I get home. I head down to the strip club.
When I get there I notice all the employees and dancers are different. I don't know anyone. And there's like eight or ten dancers. About double during the day. The club is much busier but still only about a third full. I go and sit down, a waitress comes takes my order, and soon I'm sipping on a diet coke.
I people watch for while. There's a group of young frat jock looking guys near the state. There's some businessmen and a couple of small groups. I even see what appears to be a boyfriend and girlfriend there. Later two women who have short hair, nose rings, and a very lesbian vibe come in. I watch how the dancers interact with people.
I turned my attention to the stage and several of the dancers looked like porn stars. Their bodies were augmented, large fake stiff breasts, ass implants, very plump lips. Blonde and bright red lipstick. Not my type. There were a couple of thick girls. There was an Asian girl, a black girl, and a couple of brown skinned girls.
One girl caught my eye. She was in her mid 20's and had curly brown hair, tanned skin, a cute face, slim body, yet with some booty and a medium bust. I was checking her out when we made eye contact. Eventually she makes her way over to my table and introduces herself as "Destiny." She asks me if I want a dance and I tell her, "Not at the moment. But maybe I can buy you a drink?" She smiles and says, "Yeah. I've been on my feet for a while." She sits down next to me and flags a waitress over and orders her drink. Soon she's sipping on her mocktail. We start chatting and flirting a little. She gestures at the group of frat jocks and says, "Those guys are so annoying. They were balling up their one dollars and then chucking them at the dancers. They already got warned and they'll probably get kicked out. Jackasses."
It's been a while and even though she's sipping her drink slowly she's almost finished. I decide now is the time to get a dance and ask Destiny. She says, "Yeah? Okay. But give me a moment. I'm going to the ladies room real quick. Wait for me." She leaves and comes back a little later. We go into the back room and about half the rooms are in use. We choose a room at random and I sit down in the soft chair.
I'm wearing silk boxers and soft dress slacks without a belt. Destiny straddles me and rubs her body on me. I can smell her. She has a very common perfume which I've come to think of as "stripper perfume." She's nice but definitely had a more typical stripper persona. When she leans in to talk I smell a little bit of liquor on her breath. I don't really mind it but it's something that stands out.
She's grinding on me and after a while I've got a rock hard erection that's next to my leg pushing up. It's caught in my silk boxers and it's hurting me. I tell Destiny that my junk is caught up in my boxers and I ask her, "Do you mind if I adjust really quick?" She nods and I ask her to look away. While she looks away I quickly adjust myself so that my dick is now 12 O'clock and still covered in my silk boxers and shirt.
We continue our dancing and she finds where my erection is. First with her pussy and rubbing her ass on it. Then she straddles me and puts her hand under my shirt and wraps her hand around my boxers so she's gripping my cock. For a little while she just holds my penis kind of caressing it. She looks up at me with a serious and sad face and tells me, "My husband's in jail. I haven't had sex in so long. I miss it." She starts fumbling with my boxers until she's pulls my dick out bare and she says, "It's so close." Then she slides the front of her panties exposing her pussy and angles my dick and moves to insert me inside her raw. I stop her right there. I tell her I have to use the restroom first.
I head to the restroom and think about what happened. Then I return to Destiny and tell her I've got to respond to a work call since I'm on-call. I'll be back in 15 minutes. I leave the club and walk a block away to an iconic 24/7 diner that has notoriously strong drinks. I order a double vodka gimlet. I have some sexual hang-ups or rules. One is that to have sex I must be around the same intoxication level as my partner. I can't have sex with a girl who's had a drink if I'm sober. And vice versa. I finish my drink pretty quickly but already feel it. I still haven't decided if I'll have sex with this girl but just in case I grab some condoms on the way back.
Back in the club I find Destiny and we talk for a little. I decide I'd like another dance and she starts to lead me back to the lapdance room. I remember I should put on a condom and tell her I'm hitting the restroom real quick. I do my routine, condom, 12 O'clock, discard wrapper, and wash hands.
Destiny and I head back to a lapdance couch and she straddles me. She begins dancing on me and talking a little dirty. Pretty soon her hands are roaming and grabbing my dick. She pulls my condomed cock out of my boxers and pulls her panties to the side. She looks at me and asks, "Is this okay?" I nod and say, "Yes." She inserts the tip of my dick into her pussy and I feel the heat, softness, a tightness, and then she pushes down so I'm almost all inside her. She stops and looks at me again, then leans to my ear, and lowly says, "You can't tell anyone about this. Okay?" I agree. She starts riding me. She changes positions and I'm careful to pull my shirt down so that no one can see my dick is out. This time she's facing away from me. She squats down, lifts up my shirt, and pushes my dick inside her. I'm watching her ass bob up and down and I can see glimpses of my dick going into her pussy.
She changes position again so she's back straddling me. She starts talking really dirty, telling me she loves cum, she loves getting fucked, it's been too long, and that she's a total cumslut. I can't last for much longer and I bust hard while pulling her hips down towards me. She says, "SHHH! You were kind of loud," and she looks around to see if anyone noticed. Afterwards we exchange phone numbers.
I see her a few times in the club and we always end up fucking. Then a few days after I've last see her she messages me and says she wants to come to my place after she gets off work. I'm a little suspicious that there's some kind of game going on. I tell her that I don't pay for sex. She responds, "Ooook. And why are you telling me?" I reply, "Then come over." She comes over late, about 3:30 am, and we hang out for a while on my couch. She's in regular clothes; jeans and a t-shirt.
Pretty soon we are making out and taking each others clothes off. I'm pretty inexperienced at this point in my life and I've got sexual hang-ups. The whole situation became unsexy and when we finally had sex it wasn't great. I didn't last very long and I could tell she was disappointed. I think, like me, she had a fantasy which the reality didn't match. She left soon after.
I saw her a few more times in the club but the damage was already done for both of us. It just wasn't as hot. I lost interest in going to the strip club.
So for the next year I had a regular girlfriend and we lived together. We broke up and she moved out. I was in a different job that was very demanding and again I was working late hours. It was close to the big strip club and one day I got off work in the evening around 9:30 PM and decided to check it out.
At night the place was pretty busy. It's in a tourist zone and it showcases pole dancing. The stripper pole is almost two stories tall. The girls were doing some really amazing things. This was definitely about the performance. Pretty soon the place was packed and there must have been at least 20 or 30 strippers. The lapdance area was out in the open and lined both sides of the huge room. There was an expensive VIP room but I never went there. I've never really been into the VIP section of a strip club. All this stuff happened in the regular lap dance areas.
There were plenty of attractive women of all shapes and sizes.But it had gotten so busy that it was nearly impossible to find one that wasn't already giving a lapdance. I had my eye on a cute slender brunette. She was very energetic on stage and had an infectious smile. Eventually I catch up to her and inquire about getting a dance. She says she can but right now she's about to dance again on stage but after we'll do a dance. So, I watch her dance, it's pretty good but it's clear she's not very experienced on the pole. After her set she comes over to me and she's sweaty from dancing on stage.
We go to the side lapdance area. It's kind of out in the open. There's no privacy. I sit down and she straddles me. We chat for a while until the next song starts and she starts grinding on me. I notice a scent that smells like sex and female hormones. She's really going at it grinding on me. I look down and see that her panties have slid and she's rubbing her bare pussy on my jeans. I think, "Doesn't that chafe? Ouch." I get a few dances from her and we talk. She's actually from the next state over and only comes up here once in a while for Friday and Saturday and heads back on Sunday. I really like the city where she lives and my friends and I are actually going there in a week to see a popular psychedelic rock band. I tell her this and she says we should exchange numbers and hang out. So, we do, I end up inviting her to the show and she wants to go. I leave shortly after and head home. When I arrive home I can still smell her pussy all over my jeans.
So, me and my friends take a couple of cars and drive down mid day. We check into our boutique hotel for the night. It's pretty cute. Each room has a theme around different music or bands. We all hang out for a while and then I drive over to pick up the girl. Her place is a small house - maybe a duplex. She comes out the front door wearing light jeans and a cute jacket. She looks very feminine but has this "I'm up for anything" vibe. We head to the show.
It's a little awkward at first but eventually we are getting along and chatting. I introduced her to my friends and we all watched the band. The show was longer than we anticipated. When it was getting later the girl turns to me and apologizes that she needs to head home in a bit. She suggests we go back to my hotel room and "hang out." But, at this point I was also the sober one of my friends, and I was keeping an eye on them, especially the girls in our group. So, we talk and she says it's fine and she invites me to do breakfast in the morning. I agree.
The next morning I got to her house and she tells me to come inside. As I enter her place, comfy, small, I see a guy in the kitchen. He waves at me and says, "Hey! Are you hungry? I'm making eggs," and grins. So, I'm kind of weirded out, because it seems like it's her boyfriend. From what I gather is that she's in an open/poly relationship and she goes up to my city when she wants to be really sexual. I start to worry. What if they want to have a threesome? What if she's trying to rub it in her boyfriends face? As gracefully as I can I bow out of that situation and head back home.
Back home I go to the big strip club a few times more. Nothing really sexual comes of it but I make a few friends there. One girl was a DJ - she was gorgeous - but also had a serious relationship. She was DJ'ing with her boyfriend at this big event that I really wanted to go to. When I told her I wanted to go she said, "Wait here," and ran back to the locker room. She came back with five tickets to the show. Each ticket is $25 so it was pretty dope. Me and my friends went and watched her set.
But I got disinterested in going to strip clubs.
So I had been busy with work and school and wasn't dating or doing much else. One day I get the urge to visit the small intimate club at night to see what it's like now. I make sure my hygiene is great, teeth, breath, light cologne, good smelling body lotion, hair product that smells good, too. I've always worked on my pheromone and hygiene game. I dress casual but with a little attitude.
I head over to the small club at about 11 PM. It's very packed and there's maybe 20 dancers in the place. A lot for a small club. This super sexy black girl catches me eye. She's got this smile, her eyes, her voice, even the way she walked was sexy. Eventually I get to talk with her. We chat for a while and I get a dance from her. It's pretty hot but completely by the rule books. Soon after I leave.
Since I had fun I go again a week later and I see the same girl. I get some more dances and we chat. I tell her I'm going to a DJ battle in a couple of days and her eyes light up. She says she wants to go. So I invite her. She's like, "Hell yeah." We exchange numbers and make plans.
On the night of the DJ battle we agree to meet at the venue. She's bringing her cousin. When they show up they are wearing these outfits that are even more revealing than the strip club. They both look amazing. And they are totally dressed out of place. It's a DJ battle not a rap video or meat market. When I walked in to the venue with these two bad ass chicks I could see people shocked and total rubber necking as we go past. I walk by a guy I know and his mouth drops and he mouths "Whaat tha fuuuu?"
So we're watching the battle and it's more avant-garde. Experimental beat juggling and scratching techniques. And really strange ways to use a turntable to make music like putting rubber bands on the tone arm and plucking it like a guitar. It's really for hardcore fans and the clothing is hip hip but not commercial hip hop. These girls were totally out of contrast with the people there. I could tell that they were a little uncomfortable.
After about 45 minutes her cousin says she's bouncing to a house party. And asks if I can drive my date back. I agree. About twenty minutes later my date is interested in doing something else. She suggests we go to her apartment and drink.
So we go back to her place which is quite a bit away. We drink and I'm not really used to drinking the liquor she has. She's trying to make moves on me and I'm a little too intoxicated to do anything about. She drags me to her bedroom and gets naked she's trying to take off my clothes but ends up giving up. I fall asleep.
When I wake up she's in PJ's next to me. We chat for a while. I drink a ton of water and eventually I'm sober enough to leave. I kinda leave with my tail tucked between my legs. I felt like a failure about the whole thing. I didn't really message her that week but when I finally do she tells me that she's getting back together with her ex boyfriend. I don't see her after that but I run into her a couple of years later and she's had a kid with him.
I still regret missing out on getting with her.
By now I've been single for a while and I miss cuddling and doing couple things. I decide to use a dating site and create a profile. I meet a girl and we have sex once. It was pretty hot but she didn't want to meet up again. It turns out she was on a break from her boyfriend and they decided to work things out.
I make a few "pen" pals from women on the site. We clown on the douches and cringe at the things guys send them.
Then I find this one girl's profile. Asian, slim, very sexy photos. She seems to have a real sexual side to her. We start chatting and eventually we go on a date. She's half Korean and half Japanese. She's a little shy at first but a total sweetheart. She used to work for a large company managing a product line. But she's evasive about what she's doing for work at the moment. Finally, she tells me, she's a dancer. Personally I don't care..but...I was kind of burned out on strippers.
She's also a fetish model and models for different things. She's a booth babe at different conventions, too. She invites me to an erotic Japanese bondage show she's performing at. The artists bound her in this really cool way and suspend her from the ceiling so she's dangling maybe 15 feet off the ground. The next week she's a booth babe for a gaming convention after party. A game company rented a club and decked it out. You had to have an invite to get in and I'm her plus one. Inside they painted the girls as different characters in the game. She was an evil elf.
It was hilarious watching all these gamer guys totally lose their shit over these girls. She had five guys following her like puppy dogs. I heard them talking about her. She was the hottest thing they seen. And when her shift was over she grabbed me by the hand and lead me out past all these thirsty guys. They looked confused like, "Wait..why is she randomly grabbing that guy and taking him?"
She also did humiliation to men for money. They would pay her and she would do things like make them lick her boots and verbally abuse them in public. Not my thing but whatever.
She would dress up really cute and bring me gifts to me at work. Then she started making me these elaborate bento boxes which I felt guilty eating because they were so carefully prepared and looked like works of art.
She was very much a sub (subservient) and it eventually turned me off. When I ask what she wants she always says, "I want to do what you want." Food, music, movies, sex, etc etc. It can be hot but it wore on me. I like some independence. If she was just 20% dom and 80% sub then it would have been okay.
Maybe a year and a half we break up.
Again I'm single and it's been awhile with no female sexy interactions.
One day I'm driving down a main road that goes through the city and I see this small old strip club. I didn't know it existed and was really curious what it was. I thought maybe it was a topless club. I've never been to one. So later in the evening I go back. There's a bar next door and I have a few drinks and then head over to the strip club.
This strip club is independent, locally owned, and it had a totally different feel from the corporate ones. It was comfortable in the local dive bar or greasy spoon restaurant. This was a local place. There were probably regulars who've been going here for twenty years.
I ended up meeting a young girl who was short and had large tits and a thick ass. She was a University student. Her panties were pretty big but very soft. We end up talking and then getting dances. It's pretty hot. She starts showing me her pussy by moving her panties to the side and we are getting naughty.
So personally I try and use condoms all the time. And I have a thing where if the condom breaks or slips then I have to wait a month without sex and then get tested. I did that anytime that happened. I was a bit of a hypochondriac.
I wasn't wearing a condom at this time and didn't expect anything like this to happen. At some point my dick popped up from my waistline and was exposed. All I know is next thing I'm inside her wet pussy and she's riding me. I freak out and stop it. At that point I think I must gotten some horrible STD.
The girl feels really bad. She tells me she really likes me and she wants to hang out. She asks me if I want to see a movie with her and I say yes. We exchange numbers and we date for a month. She wants to keep hanging out but I felt too bad about having unprotected sex with her. She was really sweet. She went to school and had a second job, too. Besides stripping she seemed like the girl next door. My STD tests were fine by the way.
After this experience I had to reevaluate my sexual safety and didn't go back to a strip club for a while.
I'm in a relationship for two years. We both have our issues and eventually the relationship sputters and we part.
After a dry spell I'm pretty desperate for female interaction. There's a new strip club on the other side of town that's supposed to be huge. I decide to check it out. I also heard it's more scandalous.
I arrive at the new club and it's pretty big. It's around 11pm but there's not that many guys there. Really it looks like a standard strip club. Nothing really of note.
I learned my lesson from the last experience so I put on a condom just to be safe. I'm sitting in these general seats and I see this buxom blonde girl. She's pretty hot. She comes over to me and says, "Hi." She doesn't ask me for a dance or anything. She just showing me her body and then she pushes her panty aside and I see her shaved pussy. She doesn't say a word during this, but, she grabs my right hand and takes my finger and pushes it into her pussy. It's really tight and wet. So tight that I feel a pop as my finger is pushed inside her. What was going through my head when she grabbed my hand was the following, "Okay, where is she going with this. Certainly not what I think. She's not going. She..What!? OMG." I was shocked that she actually did that.
I pull my hand back and I'm thinking I better go wash and disinfect my hand. She leans down and grabs my crotch and at the time my dick had a condom and was popped up above my pants line. She found my dick and I know she knows I have a condom. She starts to straddle me and I can tell she's going to try and put my dick inside her. I tell her, "No. I don't do that." She apologizes and looks hurt. She walks away after a minute. The strange thing is those chairs aren't for lap dancing or anything. So it was like she saw me and just came over to do those things. To this day I have no idea why.
After a while an attractive younger twenties black girl comes over. She's very up front. She tells me we can fuck but it will cost me. I tell her I'm not really interested right now. We end up chatting for a little and she leaves. I decide to leave that place as I felt skeezed out. The whole experience was surreal. I leave the club and walk to my car and I see the black stripper and a customer get into a car. I drive home.
I'm turned off by strip clubs for a while.
So I decide I'm just going to go to the corporate strip clubs because they are better regulated and I've never had a girl offer pay to play.
After some time I have another late work night where I'm on-call. I head down to the small VIP strip club at about 10 PM. It's been a long time since I've been there and it's a totally different staff and dancers.
Immediately I see this shorty hot blond girl. She looks like a club girl. We chat for a while and it turns out we run in similar circles so she knows who my people are and I know who her people are. Her crew are these popular DJ's and club promoters. I've gone to some of their events and met a few of them. My crew is also well known but they do more underground events. It's like the difference between progressive house and tech house for electronic dance music.
We dance and it's pretty hot. Totally legit rule book lap dances but she's really getting into it. After a few dances we talk and she wants to exchange phone numbers. I go home and late at night she messages me saying she wants to come over. I say sure. She gets off work and then comes to my place. We make out and fuck. I'm still pretty bad at sex and It's like I'm fumbling around. Eventually we're naked and fucking on my couch. Eventually I cum and when I pull out of her pussy the outside of my condom is covered with a very thick pussy juice. I thought it was my cum somehow but it wasn't. I'd never experienced that before.
We get our clothes on and talk for a while and she leaves soon after. The next day she invites me to hang out with her friends. I go there and it's all the well known DJ's, promoters, and party kids. I'm intimidated and socially awkward. I kind of keep to myself but end up making a couple friends.
We hang out for a while but our dynamic has switched to platonic. We're buddies and we kind of start hanging out with each other's friends.
Partying wears on me and I slowly stop going out as much.
A while passes and eventually I get off work early at 5PM rush hour. I decide to go down to the VIP small club and wait out traffic.
I haven't been to this place during the day for a while and all staff is different. All five of the girls are hot. I'd love to get dances from any of them.
The first girl I get dances from is a dirty blond hottie. She's got a real slut vibe. Like, she's there to rub dicks. When we're talking she asks me if I'm gay. I ask her why and she tells me a story, "So, this guy came in last week. He told me he's gay but thinks maybe he's into girls. I took him to his car and sucked him off." And she waits for me to reply. So, I tell her I'm straight. I'm thinking is this some kid of role play fantasy she has. Turning gay guys straight? And if I lied would she have wanted to suck my dick? Crazy girl.
So she starts dancing on me and she's very naughty. I've got my condom on and she finds my erection quick. She turns around so her ass is pushed close to my crotch. She pulls her thong to the side and lifts my shirt and positions my dick so that I can enter her. She starts to grind back on my dick but I move my dick before it touches her pussy lips. I keep doing this and she's trying harder to get it in. Eventually we hear a staff member go, "Ahem. AHEM!" so she stops.
For me the girl is too much. So I don't get more dances from her. I call it a day and head home.
I return a couple of weeks later during rush hour.
This time I get a dance from a toned brunette. She was cute and had a bubbly personality. She was really fun to talk to. We exchange phone numbers and hang out. We have sex a few times but our relationship turns more platonic. I become her wingman and sometimes babysitter when she drinks too much. She ended up being from an far circle of my friends so she knew some of them. She's very much like a dude. She'd always be hooking up with guys. One time we went to a bar and she tells me, "Okay, I'm not hooking up with anyone, sick of it." and seriously 15 minutes later I see her go to the men's bathroom with a guy she had been talking to. They come out a little later and she leans over and says, "I totally banged him." For about 8 months we just kicked it. She'd spend the night as a friend and we'd play Mario bros and smoke pot. We had lot of adventures. Sometimes she'd get too drunky though. She moved back to her home state, mellowed out, and is a mom now. I'm happy for her.
So, at some point I go back to the VIP club at night. There's different girls now.
I see this exceptionally hot brunette with, to my mind, the perfect body. I talk with her and she's got this cute shy personality. She has sexy tattoos as well. Not too many. They all highlight her body in some way. So when you look at her naked it's a complimentary thing with her body and tattoos. Very hot. I actually get her phone number but I'm too shy to contact her.
This is my first stripper crush. I actually tell my friends that I have a crush on this stripper. The girls in my friend group roll their eyes. And the guys laugh. They don't know I go to strip clubs. I say wait, really, she gave me her phone number. And they all basically brush it off like I'm getting played. "Did you call it?" one girl asked. I sheepishly said, "No." And so I just didn't mention it again to them.
Next week on the weekend we are hanging out downtown going to different retail clothing stores. The girls want to go to GAP and when we enter I see my stripper crush but she's wearing a GAP employee clothes. She waves at me...then I realize she's waving at my friends who are girls. They wave back and say, "Sarah! I didn't know you worked here." My stripper crush, Sarah apparently, doesn't mention me at all. But I can tell she recognizes me. We pretend to be introduced to each other and one of my girlfriends asks Sarah, "How's your boyfriend Tim?" And in my head I'm just shrinking and cringing. So, I don't tell my friends that she's a stripper because I don't want to out her. Plus, I don't want my friends telling her I have a crush on her.
I get up the nerve to message her and we talk about how awkward that situation was. Also, my work hours are changing and I won't be able to visit when she works. So, she suggests that she come over to my apartment during the day and give me dances just like if it was at the strip club. She says she has a boyfriend but he won't care about that setup.
She comes over and we do some dances and it's pretty hot. Every time she comes over we get naughtier. Until we are totally naked grinding my cock on her pussy and ass. She actually prefers rubbing without a condom. But I generally use one anyway for rubbing because it's just too weird.
The last time she came over we were grinding and she got into doggy position and when I put my condomed dick on the outside of her pussy hole she pushed back and it slid in. We fucked for a while and she told me, "If you don't have a condom on then pull out and come on my ass. I'm not on birth control." I got the vibe that she wanted me to fuck her unprotected. I didn't though.
Soon after that she moved away and we stopped talking.
Some more time passes and I end up at the small VIP club at night.
Again it's a different group of girls. I meet this cute outgoing short brunette and it's like we become besties on the spot. Our relationship started platonic. She invites me to hang out with her and her girlfriends after work. We go out and drink. We start kicking it and she's fun to be with. She's getting random tattoos spontaneously and is always doing something new. She has no filter and will tell you what's on her mind.
One day she tells me her girlfriend wants to come over and hang out. Her GF is really slutty. My friend pulls me aside and asks me if I want to have a threesome with her and her GF. I've never been in one and really had no desire. I decline and we just end up hanging out.
Another day she calls me up and tells me she needs dick and she wants me to come over. I go over but it's kind of strange because usually we're buddies. So, she's telling me what to do to her. She likes things really rough and at one point I'm finger fucking her with four fingers and she's telling to go harder and deeper. I thought I was going to damage her pussy. Then she tells me not to use a condom. She knows I just got tested and she got tested and she's on birth control. I require the condom and put one on. We have sex and it's alright. I don't think we are sexually compatible because she really needs a guy who can beat up her pussy with his dick.
We hang out as friends after that.
At this point in my life I'm not in the party mood or strip clubs. I've been riding my bike home so I'm no longer waiting out traffic If I leave during rush hour.
One day I was having a rough day and really needed to escape the workplace and get my mind off things. I ended up taking my lunch break and going to the VIP club. I was hoping it would be empty and I wouldn't be disturbed. I ended up meeting this buxom redhead. She was cute and very intelligent. We chatted about math, engineering, physics, and even cryptography. I told her the books that I was reading, physics and cryptography, and she told me it turned her on. We have some dances and I head back to work.
I go and visit her the next week because she was fun to hang with. She tells me she's reading the cryptography book, too, and loving it. We hang out and I get dances.
The next week after that I go back to say, "Hi." We hang out and I get some dances and at the end she hands me a piece of paper with an encrypted message. She tells me if I can decrypt it she'll give me a surprise. So, later that night I'm trying to decrypt it and it's really hard. I know the cipher should be easy so I'm not sure if I'm making some basic mistake or maybe she did. The gist of the message is, "Do y*u wan* *o go on * d**e?" I spend the next week trying to work out the rest. I think she's asking me on a date.
Eventually I give up and go back. I tell her I gave it a go. She looks at me and says, "Silly. I'm asking you out." So we make arrangements to hang out. I've got a projector at my apartment and she wants to come over and watch a movie.
She comes over and she's dressed in street clothes - just a sexy redhead with curves and a cute butt. We chat for about ten minutes and then she turns to me and says, "So, are we going to have sex, or what?" We have sex and really I'm still not very skillful at this point in my life. It was fun and we date a few more times.
I got the feeling she was looking for something serious and at the time I didn't want a girlfriend or any commitments. We stopped dating. I'm pretty sure I did something to upset her but I'm not sure what it was.
So after another span of time I'm off work late and on-call for the night. I end up going to the big strip club before I go home.
This night the strip club is packed full of people. I find a table very far from the stage and sit. I get my drink and look around. I don't even know how many people are there or how many dancers. Eventually the DJ announces the next dancer is the winner of various pole dancing competitions and is this years performer of the year.
A smoking hot Asian girl enters the stage and she just smolders with sensuality. Everything about her body is perfect and every movement she makes is deliberate and sensual. I'm fascinated - she's my dream girl. She climbs up the pole and quickly reaches the top which is nearly two stories high. And then it's like she's falling. I clenched my fingers down and almost spilled my drink. At the last moment before he hit the ground her body abruptly stopped and she's suspended inches from the floor completely vertical with the pole between her thighs. And then she starts spinning around and some how she's going in reverse back up to the top but I'm not sure how it's physically possible. And then she drops but slower and it looks like her body is transforming into different positions while she drops. Then she's doing floor dancing and does a "flag pole" and starts moving back up to the top.
It was cirque level moves. I had to tell her she's amazing. But I figured she'd be busy with tons of other guys trying to get her time. Before her last song ended I walked up to the stage right next to the stairs where she will walk down. I'm not sure I'm supposed to be at that area and I'm waiting for security to tell me to leave. Eventually she comes down and she's still naked holding her panties and bra. I say, "Hi, I'd love a dance when you have time." She says, "Sure thing. Give me a moment." And I wait for her.
She dresses and comes over to me and takes my hand. We walk to the side and have to wait for a while to find a free couch because it's so busy. We chat. She's a competitive pole dancer and is ranked nationally. It's something she's very passionate about. We flirt and banter and finally a couch opens up. She gives me a few dances which are really hot while being totally by the rule book. Mainly we are flirting. She's really into word play and clever come backs. At the end of our session I ask her, "If I may be so bold, can I get your phone number?" She responds with, "You may...be so bold." She follows it with, "Stay here. I'll be right back." She comes back with a napkin and tells me, "I don't give out my phone number. Here's my email address." I was happy to even have that.
I spend a lot of effort on my first email. Just a couple of sentences but my mission was to write something that she couldn't resist replying to. It worked and we had a cadence of one email and one response per day. That increased over the next two months until finally she sends an email with her phone number telling me she needs to talk to me more regularly. We start messaging back and forth more often and our dialogue becomes more sexual and explicit during this time. From time to time I'd get dances from her, too.
Our dances become more sexual and were getting pretty naughty. At some point she tells me that if we continue at the club like that we're going to get into trouble. She suggests we meet outside the club. At first we get coffee on my lunch break hang out. But it's hard for us to leave each other. We immediately make plans to meet after I get off work that same day. I feel giddy or high on being with her. After I get off work we go to my apartment and finally have sex.
Right when I'm busting my nut the condom breaks and I end up putting a ridiculous amount of semen in her pussy. It's running down her thighs. We're both shocked. She runs to the bathtub and starts rinsing. When she comes out she's crying. I hold her and apologize. I ask her if she wants plan-b which she nods. I run out to the pharmacy real quick and buy some. I get back and give it to her and hold her until she's calms down.
The next week our relationship is on a down note. But after that it comes back stronger than ever. I find out that she's leaving her current boyfriend to be with me. He's apparently well endowed and a good guy. But they've been having problems for a while and he's moving out. A couple of days later and he's moved out. We are spending every minute we can with each other. It's like we are addicted to one another.
It was the best relationship I had. I really did grow as a person and as a lover. She demanded a lot to cum so I learned how to have sex longer and how to please her. We lived together for five years and it ended when I moved away while she stayed to take care of her aging family and continue her education. It was pretty sad but it's life.
After breaking up I was in dark place for a while.
Where I was living there was a strip club called Tails that I went to.
There was this young latina girl that was very sexy. We started fucking in the club pretty quick and a few times unprotected because things got too hot too fast. She wanted to have a threesome and was so much all over me that I was worried she'd get fired. It was fun but unfulfilling. She ended up moving to a different club that was too far out of the way for me.
She had a couple of friends and one of them was a very sexy black stripper. So, I think she told the black stripper the naughty stuff we had done in the club because she came up to me and whispered in my ear, "Do you want to have sex?" Of course I wanted to. She asked me if I had a condom and I didn't at the time. She went back into the locker room and basically asked her friends if they had one. No one had one so I wrote off sex with her. We'd just have a normal dance. I really didn't care. But when she danced for me she pulled out my bare erect cock and worked into her pussy raw.
The last girl was this cute little blonde who happened to be a fan of my favorite TV show. We started out quizzing each other on trivia and make references. Well, one night I've had a few drinks and I'm in an asshole mood. She's a sweet girl and when she gives me dances I pull my dick out and start rubbing it on her. Then I pull her panties out of the way. And since she's letting me do that I try and put my dick inside her but she said no. I felt really bad about that so the next day I went back and apologized to her. She gives me some dances but this time she pulls my dick out, pulls her panties to the side, and starts fucking me. I end up pulling out and cumming on my stomach. We do this for a while until she wants to start hanging out. She invites me to lunch but I make up some excuse. I actually felt pretty bad about myself and wasn't ready for a real relationship.
At this time in my life I was getting tested so often the clinic knew me by name. Everything worked out and I came out unscathed but I realized how reckless I was being. I was also a completely different person than I started.
Welp. I've actually left out a number of strippers but that sums things up. I learned a lot about myself and got to explore my sexuality. It also let me address some of my anxieties and hang-ups. But I'm glad my strip club phase is over. The idea of an American strip club is ludicrous in the country I live in now. They simply don't exist here. It's like if you live in a state where you pump your gas and you go to state that makes you use an attendant. It seems pointless.
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