I was already eighteen when I got to college, and as you know, I'd been enjoying sex for a couple years. There were the parties - me and other girls and whatever guys came along.
Shirly and I met at a fraternity party, coming out of the basement area where couples went to engage in whatever. I had a sticky belly to show for it; so she knew I was no puritan. (One might have asked how puritan the puritans were.) And I was pretty sure Shirley's date had put his cock in her.
By the bar, she pulled me aside. "I've noticed what a sexy body you have," she said. I learned that Shirley, who was a junior and lived off campus, had been "dancing" at Bodies since she was freshman. "Maybe you would like to work there, too," she suggested. "It's good money."
Bodies was a few miles from the school and featured student girls and older ladies. (Bodies is not the real name of the club, so don't bother looking it up.)
I told her I had no idea what a stripper actually does. "I suppose you just take off your clothes in front of a bunch of guys."
"No, No, No. --- Why don't you come to the club and watch?"
"You're smacking me. It's for guys," I replied in shock.
"Well, then, get a guy to bring you. What about that guy who left that mess on you?" she suggested, pointing at two spots on my clothes. She gave me her phone number on a beer-spotted napkin.
We chatted for a while until Marvin came back from the crowded bar with a gin and tonic for me, mostly gin. I guess he figured he had to get me drunk if he was going to fuck me. It was a first date, after all. But I never let a first date get in the way of getting fucked. A few moments later I said goodbye to Shirley and followed him up to his room at the frat.
"Mind if we join you, Gary?" he said to his roommate and the girl with him. Her top was already bare and Gary's hand was between her legs.
"Sure. Why not," he answered.
The girl protested, "Shawn!!!!!" but we came in and landed on Marvin's bed, where he spent a grand total of two minutes undressing me. The other girl - I never did learn her name - watched in amazement as he pulled his pants down, crawled over me, and entered me.
This was not going to be the most amazing sex I ever had, so I watched the other two. Gary took her pants and panties off and did a good job of eating her pussy while Marvin fucked me. Come on Marvin, pick up some pointers here. Her tongued climax and Marvin's seemed to coincide. Marvin pulled out and we both watched Gary climb up over her and slide his cock into her ever-so-ready cunt. The girl was ample to say the least, but it didn't seem to matter when she turned the tables. She pushed him off, laid him on his back, climbed on, and began to ride him.
"Let's get another soad," I suggested to Marvin. Gary released inside the girl while we were getting dressed.
In a slightly less noisy corner downstairs, I told Marvin, "I want to go to Bodies. You need to take me."
"You're joking, right?"
"Nope, my friend Shirley is dancing Sunday night. I want to watch her." My friend of one hour, haha.
"I've never been," Marvin protested.
"You can tell the other guys all about it. Bring as much cash as you can scrape together."
When we arrived Sunday night, Marvin was asked for a cover charge, and we went into the dimly lit club. It took a while for my eyes to adjust. There were tables all around, several occupied by two or more guys. A girl was sitting on a guy's knee, chatting him up with her arm on his shoulder. As we were looking around, she got up and led him off to another area.
There were two platforms with half-naked women dancing in front of men seated at the edge. I watched a man put a dollar bill in the lady's waistband, which seemed to be enough for her to lower her sequined short-shorts to the floor. A very skimpy thong was underneath.
I looked around for Shirley and saw her sitting with two other girls at a corner table. She spotted us at the same moment and came over to meet us. "Hi, Candy. This must be Marvin."
"Marvin, this is my friend Shirley."
"Why don't you sit at that stage over there? I'm up next."
The now naked dancer was gathering up dollar bills and her clothing, obviously finished.
"We don't serve alcohol, so we can take it all off," Shirley horse whispered in Marvin's ear.
"Boys and girls, now the unbelievably erotic Melody is going to show you what she's got ... If you're nice to her." I figured out that Melody was Shirley's stage name.
Melody took the short flight of steps onto the stage after the other dancer came down. For the first song, she climbed up a pole that was attached to the stage and spun around and around, making sure the guys could see her panties.
When she got off the pole, I watched her work around the stage, stopping at the two other guys sitting there. I could see why it is called striptease; she worked each guy once with all her clothes on, exposing all but the nipple of one breast or the other, and collecting a dollar bill.
Then she stopped in front of us. By then, her top consisted only of a very fancy, very skinny bra. She bent over in front of Marvin and pulled her top edge open enough for him to see her breasts down to the nipples. He quickly caught on to slip in a dollar bill when she pulled open the waistband of her shorts. Then the bra came off, and she wiggled her tits in front of me. Before I knew it, she pulled my head toward her and buried my face between her tits. She collected another dollar from Marvin when she gave him the same treat.
By the start of the third song, she was down to only a thong. She came around to Marvin again and got him to add to the collection of dollar bills in her waistband before she threw them all on the deck. She exhibited her covered sex from front and back to both of us. Then, kneeling with her butt a few inches from Marvin's face she pulled the cloth aside and rubbed her pussy for a second.
She stood facing us and dropped the last swatch of clothing, the thong, to the stage. After dancing around to the other guys, she came back and knelt facing us. Leaning over the edge, she rested one hand on Marvin's leg and one on mine. "Oh my, somebody's excited," she exclaimed in mock surprise as she grabbed the bulge in Marvin's pants.
"I wonder if you're the only one," she added as she slid her hand up my skirt to feel my panties. "Oh yes," she exclaimed again. I was totally embarrassed to find myself soaked just watching another girl strip. "I hope you both want a dance in back. It's only $10 for each song." Marvin nodded.
When Melody's set was over, she gathered the money and her clothes and wandered through a door that the girls were using. "Wait here," she had told us.
It seemed like forever, but Marvin was happy to watch the next dancer – Auburn. Melody finally appeared in a different outfit. "I need to change after all that exercise. Come."
We followed her to a section with large, plush sofas. There was some sort of a bouncer sitting at the entry; I saw her hand him something - money, I later surmised. Melody led us to a quiet corner. "Sit next to each other."
Except for a black thong, her clothes came off early in the first song. "We need to keep this on in case something happens to the guy," she explained to me. Marvin and I got another face full of Melody's tits. Then she sat on Marvin's lap and started grinding. Marvin, breathing heavily, reached from behind to grope both boobs. Melody reached over to my leg and found my panties. Soon I was breathing heavily, too.
"We're not supposed to let the clients touch the girls, but I took care of that," she told us.
Before things went too far - and, as I learned later, to preserve the man's desire for more "dances" - Melody got up. But now she moved over to sit on my legs, facing me. Sensing my hesitancy, she pulled my hands up to her tits. I'd never held another girl's tits before, but hers felt nice. Cool and firm. Her nipples had definitely popped. Unceremoniously, she tore my blouse out of my waistband and pushed everything up, including my bra. We played with each other's chests until she moved a hand down between my legs. She was rubbing my panties when the song ended.
"Another song?" she asked Marvin. He nodded eagerly and watched, bug-eyed, as Melody pulled my panties aside and started on my clit. It wasn't long before there were two slender fingers in my vagina and a thumb on my clit. I couldn't believe I was so exposed and so close to cumming in such a public place. One of the guys at the stage was watching from afar. I pulled my skirt down over my pussy when Melody got up, but not fast enough to prevent Mr. Gawker from getting a quick peek.
Now she was facing Marvin on his legs. She grabbed his bulge and started rubbing. He must have figured it was no holds barred and reached between Melody's legs. She didn't object when he rubbed the outside of her thong. She didn't stop him when he reached through the leg hole to rub her bare pussy. And shoulder to shoulder with him, I watched two of his fingers disappear inside her.
She pulled the thong back and stood up when the song ended. "More?"
"Yes," Marvin croaked.
Back on my lap, she wasted no time taking my hand and putting it between her legs, as she pulled her thong aside with the other hand. "Do me like he did," she commanded. If feeling another girl's titties was shocking enough, having my hand on her pussy was over the top. Her shaved labia were silky smooth to the touch. And in between, her clit was a well-lubricated lump - bigger than mine, but not so it stuck out. She sighed quietly and rocked back and forth as I slid my finger over and around it.
"Inside," she begged.
I knew what one girl's vagina, mine, felt like, but this was different. Hot. Fully aroused and open inside. Ridges on the roof. I finger fucked her with my two middle fingers, and following her lead, pressed on her clit with my thumb.
"I'm gonna cum if we keep this up," she said, and then stood up on shaky legs to move over to Marvin.
She sat on his legs again and unzipped him. "Take it out," she ordered. When it was available, she began stroking it. "How much money do you have?"
He looked in his wallet. "One fifty," he answered.
"With the dances so far, that will do," she said. Then she picked up the small purse that she had left on the end table. I don't know why I hadn't figured it out already, but it was clear what was happening when she discreetly removed a condom and started unwrapping it. She unrolled it over his dick and stuffed the wrapper into the purse. Then she turned to face away between his legs and pulled that thong aside once again. I don't think I've ever seen a cock go in from this close, but I watched everything.
She bent over and reached between her legs to position his shaft. Her whole pussy was in clear view to both of us. Her love hole glistened in anticipation. She held the tip there and eased down, engulfing it in her vagina. I couldn't help but play with my own sex as she rode him, not in an up-and-down motion, but more like she was just doing a lap dance. Melvin's quickening groans and attempts to push up told me he was finishing. Melody slid the condom off with a Kleenex, tied a knot in it, and shoved it into her purse.
"One-fifty," she requested and took all Marvin's money, but she gave some back. "For a soda. Give your keys to Candy," she told Marvin. "You're coming with me, but I have to dance once more and get dressed. So find a table."
Then she told me, "Boris (not his real name) wants to give you a job interview. Go through that door and meet him in his office on the left."
She had already told me what a job interview entailed, but I wanted the money. "I'll drop your car off at the frat," I told Marvin. Then I gritted my teeth and left them.
Inside the staff-only area, the door to an office was open. A man with a half-empty glass of beer, three empty glasses, and a beer belly to match sat behind his desk watching girls undress, shower, and change into their dance outfits through his door. He had a splotchy beard and was missing a tooth. I went past to find a toilet. With the flimsy door closed, I peed and then slathered my clit and love hole with KY. I wasn't going to be dry with this disgusting excuse for a male.
"Come around here," he commanded as I entered his office. "You must be Candy. Let me see you strip."
I tried to give as exotic a performance as I could. Eventually, I was naked, standing there facing him.
"You'll have to shave it." I nodded. "I get a quarter of your take," he added. "And I have my needs, which all the girls take care of whenever I want." He unzipped his fly and took out what turned out to be a pretty nice size cock. "Like now. Come."
I moved close, turned around, and eased myself down. What kind of STD was I in for? The fucking lasted a few minutes and then it was over. His cum leaked out of my pussy as I dressed.
I dropped Marvin's car off and went to my dorm. I curled up in a ball in bed and tried to forget Boris and focus on the events with Shirley/Melody.
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I called Shirley the next day. Tongue in cheek, we agreed I needed more training. Fact of the matter is, we both knew I longed to explore the new world she had introduced me to that Sunday night. I headed to her apartment the next Wednesday.
When I got there, Shirley was dressed in yet another short skirt with lots of sequins and incredibly high heels. She put on a CD with some highly explicit lyrics. "Sit," she said. I plopped down in the chair at the kitchen table and took a handful of dollar bills she gave me. "OK. You're the guy! I'll show you some stuff but you'll have to learn the pole yourself." She hopped up on the table and started dancing erotically in front of me.
