Buck’s nights are always a great chance for boys to be boys. Don’t get me wrong, I like the company of girls but sometimes it is just good to get out with the lads and do what lads do.
One of my mates was going to be married in a week and so the best man had organized the night. It was basically a pub crawl but eventually someone mentioned strippers so, being drunk and not really thinking straight, we all yelled out ‘yeah, great idea’.
I’m not really a strip club kinda guy, I know some women have trouble believing that (they just assume that ALL men are into strippers). I find these clubs to be pretty tedious at the best of times and have some internal issues about paying people to see women take their clothes off. Call me odd but I get more of a kick out of getting women to take their clothes off without paying for the privilege. However, the club we went to tonight may have changed my thinking on the industry.
‘The Welcome Mat’ is not your run-of-the-mill strip bar. For a start the bar is no where near any other club, in my experience strip bars usually set-up near each other. How the guy in our group knew about this place was anyone’s guess but he guided us there without once getting lost. It was situated in a side alley but at the nice end of town so it was far from seedy. No neon lights telling people of its existence either. For all intents and purposes it had the appearance of a normal bar or club. We paid to get in, getting a discount thanks to the silver tongue of one of our group, and took the place in.
It was pretty stock standard, the stage higher than tables and bar so that the men, and a couple of women, had an uninterrupted view of the women gyrating around poles in various states of undress. I’ll admit, I was pretty well drunk by the time we got here but the first thing I noticed was that the girls up on the stage were quite good looking. I was hoping that it wasn’t the beer goggles so I asked a few of the boys what they thought. They all nodded in agreement without taking their eyes off the girls on stage. I scanned the bar and noticed that a number of girls, clearly employed by the club judging by their dress, were prowling the floor talking to a number of punters. I also spied a dance-floor – which seemed a little out of place – and headed towards it. The music that was helping the girls disrobe was pretty damn funky and I figured I might as well cut a few moves to try and help sober myself up.
There were already a few people grooving away with a number of strippers. The fact that there were some good looking women on the dance floor may have also been a good incentive to shake my groove thing. What man can resist the chance to dance with a fine specimen of female? I know I can’t and, with a number of brews already under my belt, any trepidation I had with my lack of funk had disappeared hours ago. I decided not to actually make a beeline for any one woman in particular but just get among the throng and see what happened. I figured that someone would eventually dance with me since they were all being paid to make the patrons part with as much money as possible.
I felt a tap on my shoulder and whirred around. It was Tommy. My disappointment must have been evident.
“Sorry to let ya down Stu,” Tommy laughed, “but do you have $20 bucks? It’s for Jay’s lap dance”
I reached into to my pocket to get the money out of my wallet and handled it over.
“Cheers buddy. How hot are the girls in here?” Tommy asked and then took off without waiting for my response.
Clearly it was a rhetorical question.
“So, do you agree with your friend?” a stunning brunette asked me. She had long brown hair, past her shoulders, pale green eyes that twinkled despite the subdued lighting in the club. Her sentence was clipped and pronounced with a slight accent but I couldn’t place it, especially over the dim of the music.
I took a step back to take the rest of her in. She was curvy without losing her athletic look. She wasn’t busty but her breasts seemed full. Their outline quite clear thanks to the tight fitting, off the shoulder, black crop top that she adorned them with. The crop top also helped reveal her flat stomach which had no real definition, the lack of visible (although I’m sure it was there) muscle added to her femininity. Her waist tapered in and her shapely hips complimented her torso perfectly. Again, curvy without being too much. The black hot pants just added to the picture. So tight that I sensed it wouldn’t take too much concentration to work out whether she wore underwear. Her long slender legs were housed in fishnet stockings that looked more sexy than slutty. The black boots were probably a touch too much but they didn’t detract from her obvious assists and her beauty.
“Do you think the girls here are hot?” she asked again
“Yeah,” it was the only thing I could think up. Oh how I wished I could fire off zingers at will.
The brunette smiled and moved closer to me. We started dancing, our legs beginning to intertwine and our pelvises started grinding together. I couldn’t stop getting an erection. I knew full well that this girl was only doing this because she was paid to but she was so sexy and moved in time with the music so well that I figured she must have practiced her routine to it a few dozen times. I tried to look as cool as I possibly could, despite my hard-on continually pressing against her. She didn’t seem to mind too much. I guess she experienced it all the time.
“I’m Jodie” the girl said into my ear.
“Hi, I’m Stuart” I replied. Her hair still smelt sweet despite the smoke in the bar.
“So, would you like this dance to be a little more, um, intimate?” Jodie asked
Against my better judgement I nodded and followed Jodie’s perfectly shaped butt as it twitched under the hot pants. Her swinging hips were hypnotic to me.
I sat down on the padded seat, a number of other men were also present at various stages of their ‘dance’. I started to get more aroused as I watched a red head with big boobs straddle a guy and whip her hair in a circular motion over his face.
“Hey, focus please” Jodie said, half smiling
“With pleasure” I smiled
Jodie started about a metre away from me, shimmying as she danced to an unheard tune in her head. Her hands rubbed her thighs as she started to part her legs. As she started caressing her inner thighs, approaching her sex I felt my cock harden even more. She opened her eyes and looked straight into mine. At that moment it was just her and me, despite the fact that other people were in the room. She reached up and cupped her breasts, showing them to me. I leant back further into the seat, swimming in her beauty. She gripped the bottom of the crop top and slowly but surely removed it, exposing her firm tits, the hard nipples showing me that she was enjoying this as much as I was. I so badly wanted to reach down and handle my dick but thought that wouldn’t look too good.
Jodie spun on one heel, giving me another all-to-brief glimpse of her ass. The spin brought her closer to me, her breasts gently bounced as she stopped the spin. I brought my eyes up from her chest to her face again. Those lovely, pale green eyes that sparkled with excitement. Jodie really seemed to be enjoying this, almost like we were a couple. In some crazy way I supposed we were at that moment in time. She brought one hand up to her mouth, gently sucked on her index finger, and then trailed into down her body. She circled her left nipple with the finger a couple of times and then reached down to her pants. She tugged on the zipper on the left and side while she turned 180 degrees. With her butt now facing me she lowered the hot pants, the whole time keeping her legs straight and bending at the waist. I followed her legs up from the calves and stared straight at her pussy, peeking out from between her legs. No underwear and crotchless stockings. She spread her legs and looked at me from between them. She licked her lower lip and I lost all self will. I started massaging my hard prick.
She stood upright, moved closer and then straddled me. She lifted herself in such a way hat her tits were level with my face. I grinned. Such a tease.
“Suck them” Jodie told me
“And get thrown out? No way, this is costing good money”
“You won’t get thrown out, trust me” Jodie said
I frowned. Sensing my hesitation Jodie started to push her breasts closer to my mouth.
I flicked her erect nipple with my tongue.
“I asked you to suck them Stuart” Jodie said, more demanding
“This has to be some trick?” I knew full well that touching was a no-no in places like this. What was she playing at?
“Fucking suck them” Jodie repeated, pusher them closer
I did as I was told, half expecting some bouncer to quickly pull her off me and then escort me off the premises. To my surprise nothing happened other than Jodie moaning as I sucked tenderly on her breast. I took most of her into my mouth, teasing her nipple with my tongue and teeth.
“I told you nothing would happen” Jodie said breathlessly
I kept nuzzling her breast, enjoying it’s softness.
“You’ll only be charged 5% of the standard cost,” Jodie informed me
I left her tit, “pardon?”
“I picked you up. We have to charge to for the books but we overcharge other guys who request a lap dance to cover the costs” Jodie said
“Huh?” I looked at her puzzled
“God, I liked you better when you were sucking my tit. We strip, sure, but we also get turned on. There are some pretty good looking people that come in here you know. God, I get so horny stripping, having people look at me when I’m naked makes me so hot and wet. So, when we see someone who takes our fancy, the ‘no touching’ rule goes out the window. Now, where were we?”
Jodie reached down between our legs and felt my erection. She smiled at me.
“I’ve wanted to have a look at this bad boy since I felt you on the dance floor” Jodie undid my pants and reached into my shorts. Her touch sent waves of pleasure up my spine.
I looked at some of the other people in the room. No one else seemed to be aware of what we were doing and no one else seemed to be doing what we were doing.
“Ah, so big” Jodie said
I looked at her but she was looking down at my cock. She had removed it from my pants and held it in her hand.
“Hand jobs part of the act?” I asked
“Baby, that’s only the start. I hope you aren’t shy?”
“Does it appear that way?” I teased
Jodie gripped my rod at the base and gently jerked me off. I rested my head against the back of the seat as I reveled in her cock handling.
“No, it doesn’t” Jodie responded
I looked at her but she was transfixed on her hand that was pulling my erect dick. I decided that I would look at her body some more, take in her breasts. She seemed to sense this and, with her free hand, reached up and started pinching her nipple. I went further south, past her flat tummy to her pussy. She was straddled across my legs, which gave me a good view. She had a very thin line of public hair leading to her sex. I wanted to taste her. I wanted to be inside her but she was running the show. And at the moment, that meant sitting here while she wanked me, which didn’t bother me in the slightest.
However, Jodie much have been having the same feeling as me. She released her grip and stood up. She turned 180 again and then backed onto me. I helped guide my cock into her dripping pussy. She now bent slightly at the waist, her feet on the floor but her firm butt was pressed against my gut. I still had my pants on which wasn’t helping too much but at this moment in time all I wanted, and I suspected all she wanted, was to get my prick inside her. After what seemed an eon I felt the head of my johnson part her velvet lips. We both let out a moan of satisfaction as she slide down my shaft, her pussy lips enveloping around my thick hard-on. And just like that, I was fucking a stripper in a room full of strangers. I looked around and some of the girls smiled at us. Some men looked confused, probably wondering what they had to pay to do the same thing to their girl. All the while Jodie pumped my cock. She was the driver here, I had become her fuck machine and she was working it for all it was worth. I turned my attention back to her, mouth open as I gleefully watched her ass grind into me, taking as much of me into her as possible. I could hear her groaning as she moved up and down in quicker strokes. I was desperate to hang on, enjoy this sensation for as long as possible but then Jodie, looking over her shoulder said something to me that made the cum well up in my balls.
“This is all being taped you know”
God. That set me off.
“Shit Jodie, I need to cum. I’m not wearing a rubber”
Jodie moved quickly. My cock was out of her pussy in a flash and she turned around and knelt between my spread legs. Gripping my cock she started to pull it furiously.
“Stand up, it’s easier to aim that way” Jodie told me
I knew what she meant to do and I was happy to oblige. I quickly got to my feet and started to move my hips in time with Jodie’s jerking. I could feel myself about to blow so I took over the task. Jodie dropped her hand to her thighs and moved her face closer to my dick. I stroked it long and fast, pulling the foreskin back and continually exposing the swollen cock head, the cum swirling in my balls. The view of Jodie licking her lips and opening her mouth did the trick. A thick stream of jism shot from my man meat and landed partly in her mouth and partly on her cheek. I shuddered, the orgasm taking control of my body. I gripped my dick hard, milking more cum from it. I never looked away from Jodie’s now cum splattered face but sensed that she had her hand between her legs and was fingering her cunt while I blew my load onto her face.
“Oh yeah Jodie,” it was one of the other strippers, “I’ll be fingering myself over that performance for a while”
I sheepishly put my dick back into my pants.
Jodie continued to lick up my man juice from around her lips.
“Um, thanks” I didn’t know what else to say.
“No problem, trust me, I got as much out of that as you did” Jodie said now pulling her hot pants back on.
I was now respectable and Jodie had gotten all of her minimal clothing back on. I had to ask.
“Was that really taped?”
“Oh hell yes, we have to have security cameras in here. In case something gets out of hand. But they double nicely to make pornos”
I screwed up my face.
“Baby, smile, this time next week you’ll be the feature on
www.strippersgonewild.com”
“Really?” I asked, kinda turned on by the thought of appearing in a home made porno
“Yes, and what a good performance, hell, I won’t even bother to charge you. I’ll look after the cost myself”
And with that I left the lap dance area. And it had appeared that the guys had left me as well. Still, who was I to complain after the best lap dance ever? @
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