I have l loved strip clubs since the first time I went into one, back in my early twenties. I somehow missed the experience while in college, so my first time was driving home from a business trip. I saw the sign and made an impulse decision to stop.
I ended up getting a number of lap dances from a pretty young thing, who was fascinated with the fact that it was not only my first time to get a lap dance, but my first time ever in a strip club. She made it a memorable experience.
There is something about a strip club that just pushes all my buttons. The seedy, dark environment. The blatant sexual energy and the brazenness with which pretty young girls barter their bodies for cash. These days, there's no smoking in the clubs, but back in the day, there was this amalgam of smoke and booze and sex that I just absolutely loved.
I have a kink for young girls who are willing to trade sexual favors for money, so of course the strip club environment is the epitome of that kink.
I'm married now with a family, so I don't go very often. But when the opportunity arises, I will go to one particular club in my town, where I have been going, albeit infrequently, for more than two decades. I know all the ins and outs, I know what to expect during the day, versus the evening shifts. I know how their VIP room operates, and even the private cabanas, where almost anything goes.
I go on my own and sit on my own. I keep my eye out for my type. I am very, very picky. I like young-looking, usually petite, girls. They have to have flat bellies and pretty faces. I love tits as much as the next man, but for me, the face, ass, legs, and flat belly are the things that draw my eye first.
But I digress, because this story is actually about a pretty incredible experience I had many years ago, at a club in another city.
I had a routine that I would follow when I wanted to take care of my baser carnal needs. I would go to one particular strip club where I had had many great experiences, and basically warm myself up. Then, I would go to a nearby "adult modeling" studio where my favorite "model" would put on a nude show for me. I could touch her pretty much anywhere I wanted, suck on her tits, finger her pussy, and the grand finale was her getting me off with a hand job while she sat on my lap.
It made for a very satisfying afternoon, and I had carried out this routine maybe a half dozen times before.
This particular occasion was a Saturday, close to Halloween. I would soon find out one of the benefits of visiting a strip club close to the end of the month.
I had my afternoon and evening planned out. I had confirmed my favorite model was going to be available in the early evening at the studio, and I made my way over to the strip club in the late afternoon..
My plan was to hopefully find a girl I liked, and spend maybe an hour getting some intense, high contact lap dances, which I knew I could expect at this particular club. After that, I would head over the modeling studio to get finished off in style.
It didn't take me long to spot a girl I liked, dancing on one of the stages. She was thin, relatively petite, but with nice long legs. She had an angelic face, a smooth, flat belly, and short blonde hair. She was wearing a G-string, the front part of which was transparent across about half of the triangular shaped portion that covered her pussy. It was quite striking and it is burned into my memory to this day.
I walked up to her and flashed a dollar bill. She came to the edge of the stage and pressed her small breasts against my face, and ran her hands over my shoulders and chest, and through my hair. Then she sat back on the edge of the stage, spreading her legs wide, and slyly pulled her G-string to the side to give me a flash of her completely bald little pussy. She did all this while giving me a million-dollar smile. I could tell, based on my past experiences, that I was likely to get some high-quality dances from this girl.
As I tucked the dollar bill inside the band of her G-string, I whispered in her ear that I wanted for her to come dance for me after she finished on the stages, and I pointed to where I would be sitting. She nodded and said she would find me when she was off stage, and then she planted a wet kiss on my cheek. My cock stiffened as I started to imagine her dancing for me, grinding her pussy on me.
I sat back down, nursing my drink and my hard on, waiting for her to come to me.
I watched her move from stage to stage and finally, after about fifteen or twenty minutes, I saw her step down off of the last stage. She caught my eye from across the room and made me understand with gestures that she was going to freshen up in the back, and that she'd be right out to dance for me.
My cock, which had gradually softened as I waited, was once again standing at attention. As I've mentioned, I fucking love strip clubs, and I love paying money to young girls for access to their bodies. There is nothing quite like the anticipation of a young, hot, almost naked girl walking towards you, knowing that she is making her way to you with the full intention of grinding her pussy on you and rubbing her tight body all over you, for money.
She walked across the room to me and sat on my lap, waiting for the next song to begin before starting her dances.
"Hi, my name is Kacy."
"Hi Kacy, nice to meet you."
She smelled fresh, with a hint of some fragrance, perhaps a body lotion. Her skin was pale and smooth and lightly flecked with glitter. She had put on lip gloss and she was lightly stroking my arm, while I caressed her bare thigh. We made chit-chat while we waited. My cock was rock hard and I began to feel an overwhelming lust for this young girl. I couldn't wait for the lap dances to begin.
As the current song ended and the new one began, she leaned over and put her mouth close to my ear.
"You ready?" she asked.
"Oh yeah," I responded huskily, "I'm ready."
She immediately straddled me and started to grind on my rock-hard cock. She pressed her breasts against my mouth, making it clear that I was welcome to suck on them, which I began to do immediately.
I moved my hands to her ass and pulled her against me. She would alternate grinding, and then she'd lift up and rub my cock thru my pants with her hands.
She would get down on the floor in front of me on her knees, put her mouth on my cock thru my pants, and blow warm air. It drove me crazy.
Sometimes dancers will kind of work their way up to this level of contact, trying to milk you for as many dances as possible. But not this girl, not on this night. She was going full tilt from the word go. I would soon learn that she was setting the stage for something more.
I grinded into her with my cock, I could feel the heat coming off her pussy. I sucked on her tits and nipples, kissed her neck, and ran my hands all over tight young body. I licked her flat tummy, running my tongue throughher her navel.
During the second song, she took one of my hands and put it between her legs, under her G-string. I immediately began to touch her pussy. It was soaking wet. I slid a finger inside. She gasped a little, but made absolutely no objection.
After looking left and right to make sure no managers were watching, she carefully pulled down my zipper. She slipped her small hand into my pants and rubbed my cock with her fingers, thru my boxers.
We went on this way for three or four songs, and then I finally suggested we take a break. We were both panting and had both broken out in a sweat. She stayed still on my lap, but her hands were all over me. I was almost in shock at the intensity of these first few dances.
Then the other shoe dropped. "Hey," she said, her face close to mine, looking straight into my eyes, "I really need to make some extra money tonight." As she said this, her hand wandered back into my pants thru my open zipper, and she lightly traced my cock thru my boxers. I actually groaned.
"Oh yeah?" I replied, "What did you have in mind?"
"I'm willing to do just about anything. I'd be willing to suck your cock. Or do even more. But we can't really do that here."
At this particular club, I knew from experience that paying for access to the champagne room would get you enough privacy for some very high contact dances, and even a hand job usually. But it never seemed to me like the kind of situation where anything more than that was very feasible. Plus the champagne room was pretty expensive, and I felt like I was getting close to the best I was going to get already, without shelling out that extra money.
I had a feeling, however, that this girl was suggesting something outside the club, not inside it.
"Where could we go?" I asked, somewhat innocently.
"Well, one guy earlier suggested that we go the parking lot and I could suck his dick in his truck. But I'll get in big trouble and probably fired if anyone from the club sees me going out there."
At this point I was in uncharted territory. I had gotten a hand job a time or two in this club, but that was the extent of it. I had never tried to take a girl home, or meet up outside the club. It just didn't seem like a very good idea.
"I really, really need to make some extra money. It's the end of the month and I need to pay my rent. My roommate is going to be super pissed off at me if I don't have the money by tomorrow." She continued to emphasize her point by stroking my cock a little more urgently now.
I was quite conflicted. On the one hand, I was generally pretty level-headed about these things. Thinking with the big head and not the little one, to keep myself out of trouble.
But this girl was truly my fantasy come to life. And she was offering herself up to me. For money.
Fuck.
And then, fuck it.
“Maybe we could go to a motel,” I finally blurted.
She smiled at me, as she continued to lightly rub my cock.
“Now there’s an idea. I know a place nearby, just around the corner.”
I couldn’t believe this was happening. But it was such a fucking rush.
Then we started to negotiate. What I would pay her. And what she would do. Fuck.
It didn’t take us long to come to terms.
Once we had agreed, I could tell she was almost as excited by the prospect as I was. She straddled me and grinded on me hard again. I thrust up into her and we spent one last song dry-humping each other while I devoured her tits and ran my hands all over her body.
Both panting, we stopped after that and she explained that we would need to leave one at a time. The club had a strict rule against the girls leaving with customers.
She gave me a final quick wet kiss, full of promise, this time on the lips, as she dismounted from me and headed back to the dressing room.