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This is a work of Fiction, No Characters are representative of any real person(s) living or dead, and any similarities between the characters to any real person is entirely coincidental.
ALL Characters are Consenting Adults of Legal Age.
This is the second part of a multi-part story, while I would like to think that it could stand on its own, I do suggest reading part 1 first as it was originally intended.
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Thank you for reading three songs – topless $75.00, 3 songs – fully nude for $125.00, or 45 minutes – fully nude for $250.00 “of course tipping is always optional and appreciated” she added with a smile that would charm the horns off the devil… All of which I knew, of course, but I let her tell me anyway. Then I chose the 45 minutes, handing her $300. I was not surpriused she did not offer me any change, and didn’t ask for any either.
She began by taking off her dress, and sitting in my lap with just her panties on (naturally, she was not wearing a bra). “Let’s wait until the next song starts.” she said, as she cuddled up in my lap. When the next song (Love in an Elevator by Aerosmith) started, she began grinding her delectable little body against mine and bouncing her ass up and down on my rapidly growing cock, well through my jeans anyway. About half way through the song, she took her panties off, and tucked them in my pocket. That would not have been possible, except that she had already opened my fly and zipper, which gave her pleant of room to slip her hand into my pocket first, then down the front of my pants. I usually do not wear underwear, and today was no exception, so she had free access to wrap her hand around my cock. I am neither hung like a horse nor a mouse, about 7″ long and maybe 3 & 1/2 around – pretty much average I guess, but in her tiny hands my endowment looked like the Washington Monument.
She slid her naked body down to her knees as she fished out my little trooper, çorum escort then took me fully into her mouth. As she did this, she did some kind of gymnastic move, where she began by standing up, then without letting me out of her mouth, she kicked her legs up over the back of her head and against the wall next to my own, leaving her tight little cunt right next to my face.
Except for a thin landing strip, more of an exclamation-point really, she was waxed completely smooth. I could already see a drop of her internal juices forming on her outer lips, and leaned in to gently taste the life-giving nectar of this Oriental Goddess of Pleasure. As she was now completely upside-down, and I was completely hard, my cock went straight down (up?) her throat, and she took it all in. She also began grinding her tasty pussy harder into my face , and I did not complain. I ate her sweet delta fruit for all it was worth, as she continued to deep throat my offering to her. I know it sounds cliche, but I was just about to explode, when I felt her thighs tighten around my head and squeeze me like a python. We both released at nearly the same moment, she began leaking uncontrolably, me shooting my gift to her deep into her belly.
In case you think that was the end of it, think again… when her feet hit the floor again, they did not sttay there very long. She crawled back up into my lap, straddled me, then lowered herself directly down onto my waiting hard-on. For the rest of my ‘time’ in the VIP Room, she rode me like a Mexican Donkey. Bouncing up and down, side to side, back and forth, until me both came again in a sweaty ball of lust.
I’m sure not every guy gets that kind of treatment in a strip club, but then again most guys don’t know how to treat a lady either. I never asked for her to give me the most spectacular blow-job in the history of man, or fucked me like a possessed demon, she did that on her own. On the other hand, if I had been like most guys and treated her like a dirty little whore, I’m sure she would have still done denizli escort her job and given me a lap-dance. But the two mind-numbingly good orgasms would never have happened either.
The ‘trick’ if there ever was one, is to let the girl take control… it really is just that simple. She is there to do a job, and unless you are a total fucking asshole about it, in most cases she is going to do it well. But you need to let her lead, not push her into something she is unable or unwilling to do, and most importantly, you need to understand that she is NOT your wife, or your girlfriend, and she is NOT a hooker either.
The last thing you need to understand is that this would probably never happen to someone who’s never been to the club before, even though it had been a while since I’d been in. I’m somewhat of a regular & I have spent many hundreds of dollars on many, many dancers… That kind of familiarity tends to breed trust, or at least inspire enough confidence in the girl, that you are neither a total psycho perv, nor an undercover officer looking to make a few ‘points’ with the politicos. So if you ever happen to meet my lovely little pearl of the Orient, Ms. Emerald Jade, by all means tell her I recommended her to you, just don’t think you are going to get the ‘Full Monty’ – at least not until she gets to know you a little bit.
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After such a beautiful ‘lap-dance’, you might think I’d have just up and left, but I really didn’t have anywhere else to go, and who want’s to sit home alone when you could spend the time surrounded by beautiful naked women. So I took one of the booths set back from the stage and settled in for the afternoon. By then the ‘lunch-crowd’ was in full effect, but they never stay very long, maybe an hour usually, and there is quite a bit of turnover. Those guys mostly want to sit right next to the stage, so I let them… not for them, but for the girls – since they will not be there long, it goes to reason that the girls want to get as much of their money as possible while they düzce escort are.
As for me, I prefer sitting back away from the stage, because usually whichever dancer just got through with her set, or is waiting to be the next on display, sometimes both of them even, will come and sit with me for a few minutes. Like I said, they know me and they know I’m happy to buy them a drink (or 3) while they take a smoke-break.
That’s the other reason I like to spend my time here, rather than a regular bar or restaurant… In Florida, like most places now-a-day, there is no smoking indoors. This being a ‘Private Club’ however, you are allowed to smoke. I gave up cigarettes years ago, and have managed to stay ‘quit’, but I still enjoy a good cigar now and then – and they have a humidor behind the bar that is stocked with Fine Cubans. Actually, they all have labels saying ‘Made in Honduras’ or the Dominican Republic, but those are just labels. There is no mistaking a true Cuban Cigar, no matter what the label says. So I enjoyed my cigar, the girls smoked their cigarettes, and the bartender kept us swimming all afternoon. Like I said, better than sitting home alone all afternoon.
Jade introduced me to the ‘new’ girls, that is anyone who started working there since the last time I’d been in, and they were all happy to give me an occasional table-dance, or just hang out and talk to someone ‘normal’ for a change. It sure didn’t hurt that Jade had recommended me to them, so they knew that I was ‘OK’.
Usually, new girls get stuck on the day shift until they have proven themselves to be ready for the night crowd. Some others (like Jade) preferred to work days for whatever reason, maybe they have a kid or whatever, but it just works for them – even if the money is better on the night shift. In addition to Jade, I already knew another girl named Skye Blu (I talked about her before), but the others I’d never met before today… There was Staci (with an i), Sherry (like the drink) who looked like they could be sisters but weren’t, and Cherie (Sha-ree) a beautiful black girl with natural 42DDs, and finally there was Esmeralda who was a stunning Brazilian girl that could have easily been on the cover of the Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Edition (I know because I have actually worked on that one a couple of times before I started freelancing).
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