[MF] No extras at the strip club

A little while back I was on a work trip to a small city with a large state university and a few little tech companies. I arrived late the first night and while driving around looking for a place to eat I saw a strip club. Traveling alone and not knowing anyone in the city other than the people at the company I was visiting, I thought it might be fun to checkout the club sometime during the trip.

Back at my hotel I looked up the club online and found some sites with customer reviews. The reviews all described the place as having cute and friendly dancers. A few described them as college girls, and all said extras were never offered or provided. While I would enjoy getting blown by a stripper as much as the next guy, not getting extras wasn’t a deal breaker. I like spending time with cute and friendly women, cute and friendly women getting naked for my entertainment is even better.
The second night I went out to eat with some of the people I was working with then out for drinks and back to my hotel. But the third night I was on my own so after some steak I dropped into the club to check it out.

I’m hardly an expert on strip clubs, but this one seemed reasonably clean and the women I saw when I walked in were pretty good looking. There weren’t too many men in there, but it was relatively early on a week night so I wasn’t too surprised.

During the first half hour or so, a few women walked by and said hello while I watched the dancers on the main stage. I wasn’t sitting at the stage, preferring a table just back from the stage, but would put a couple of dollars down for each dancer.

Eventually I saw a woman I really liked. In her stripper heels she looked to be about 5′ 10″, was slender but not skinny, nice curves to her hips, and a longer bob cut that looked like it was dyed a washed out silver. She had a pert little nose, a sort of smirk to her lips, and clever eyes. Without staring, I kept glancing her way and smiling whenever our eyes met. Eventually she came by my table and we introduced ourselves. She asked if I would like her to sit down, which I most certainly did.

We spoke with each other for a good half hour, each asking questions about the other. I’m something of a skeptic and know that a good stripper builds a report with a customer, that making it seem like they are spending time together because they both want to. Its a fantasy business, and I was an older man carrying more weight than he should in an engaging conversation with an attractive woman half my age who seemed to be enjoying herself. I’m not stupid, but I actually was enjoying myself, so I went with the fantasy.

I asked a few questions about the club and she described the different areas. In addition to the bar and the two stage areas, there was a semi private dance area and a private dance area. I asked what was different between the two last two areas, and she said one was clothed and one was nude. Why would anyone want a clothed lap dance? Because it costs less. I asked if some of the girls just did one or the other, and she confirmed that some of the dancers didn’t do full nude lap dances. I asked if she did, and she did, so I asked if she would do one for me. She said she would like to, I continued to go with the fantasy and we made our way to the nude, “private” dance area. It wasn’t really private, but quite dark and relatively secluded.

It was the middle of a song, so we waited for a new song before going in. During that time I asked if there was a multi song discount, and we negotiated a price for three songs.
The song ended and she led me to a tall backed sort of love seat with a small lounge chair on casters in front of it. She had me sit on the love seat while she sat on the lounge chair and took her shoes off and stripped down to a little g-string. I was already hard and the dance hadn’t really begun. She was my type. Speaking earlier I had noticed her tongue was pierced, and now that she had taken her skimpy outfit off I could see her firm B cup breasts had pierced nipples. She also had some tattoos, but they weren’t a scattering of random images you sometime see, rather she had a symmetrical pattern around her collarbones and under her breasts that created a vague frame around her breasts, drawing the eye. Her skin looked smooth, true it wasn’t the best lighting, but it did look smooth, and when she turned around her ass was just as sweet as I could hope for. I really wanted to touch her ass, so I asked what the rules were about touching. She said she didn’t normally allow touching, but for an extra fee I could touch everything but her pussy. And no trying to put my fingers in her. I could live with that, and I really wanted to touch her ass.

She began her dance, her knees on the love seat, straddling me and I began to gently caress her legs, beginning at her thighs, wandering down to her ankles then back up to her thighs before starting a slow and careful study of her ass cheeks. We also continued to talk though her dance, mostly mundane stuff, me asking her questions about her interests and how she spent her off time.

She moved through a pretty standard pattern of moves, allowing me to see all the good parts and caress just about everything. During this time she asked me to take off her G-string, showing off a lovely pussy, mostly shaved with just a little bit of a landing strip. I would have happily began fingering and licking her then.

A few times during her dance she made incidental contact with my erection through my pants. Due to the unfortunate nature of pants, my poor hard on was going down my pants leg in a not terribly comfortable position but she began to grind on it a bit. As she was changing position I reached down to adjust my dick to a more centered and properly upright position. I’m sure she noticed this maneuver as it wasn’t very subtle.

The first song hadn’t ended yet as she sat down on my lap with her back to me, leaned forward to rest her arms on the lounge chair, and began rocking her hips, pushing her ass up toward my face while her pussy stroked up and down my erection through my pants. I was enjoying the view, the feel of our genitals rubbing together, the feel of her ass under my hands, and the smell of her flesh.

As the first song ended, she sat up and leaned back against me, and if I hadn’t been wearing pants my cock would have slid right into her. She rested her head on my shoulder, she smiled at me, our faces almost touching, and reached down to pull my hips toward her. At this point I’m wondering how much of this is just the show, so I ask her if she ever gets really aroused during a dance. She told me she was really turned on then, but as I stated before I’m kind of a skeptic. I told her she didn’t have to say that to titillate me, that she could tell me she was making a mental shopping list at the moment and I would still be standing at attention as long as she was naked in my lap. She insisted that she was turned on, and pulled my hand up from her thigh to rest on her pussy where it pressed against my tortured erection. She felt deliciously warm and moist, and everything about the moment changed.
I wanted to feel her, I wanted to put my fingers in her, to be embraced in her, but I felt as though we had crossed a line, and that it could go wrong if I tried to take more than she was giving.

Rather than trying to feel inside her, I gently cupped her vulva and labia and began to move my fingers in time with the movement of our hips against each other. She began to breath deeper and I could feel her perspiring. As she relaxed more against me, I used my middle and ring fingers to apply a little more pressure, still gentle, but pressure against her clit. The tone of her breathing changed a little and she began to make some quite little gasps. Our conversation had ended as we both seemed more focused on the rhythm of our bodies against each other. At least I know I was.

Our lips were so close to each other now, with her head back against me shoulder and her face turned to mine. We were not quite kissing, breathing each others breath. She smelled like mint and pot, mine probably smelled like steak and decaf coffee. I though that I should have brushed my teeth or chewed some gum before going to the club, but she didn’t seem to mind. I was in love with the moment. If felt like we were together like this for an hour, but it was still the second song. Not wanting to hurt her with my rubbing but wanting to apply more pressure I risked reaching down further while pulling my hips, and erection, back so I could part her labia with my fingers. They felt fantastic, warm, soft, and wet, I wanted to push my fingers all the way into her but I just wetted them instead then returned to massaging her clit and rubbing the head of my dick against her vagina. With the additional moisture, I pushed back her clitoral hood and began to rub my two fingers on either side of her clit. She gasped into my mouth and began to push herself against me harder. The second song ended but we kept moving like this.

She began to pant and put her hand over mine, not stopping my movement but moving along with it as she arched her back and pushed her head further back. This exposed her neck to me and I looked too good to resist. I know I probably shouldn’t have, but I gave her neck a little lick with the tip of my tongue before taking it between my teeth in a delicate little bite. She shuddered at this and kept thrusting down on me, now her hand on mine increasing the pressure and tempo of my fingers on her mound and clit. Then she gave one last shudder, her body stiffening and her hand squeezing mine to a stop pressed hard against her.

After a few deep breaths, she turned and kissed me. Not a sloppy wet kiss, more of a lingering kiss with our mouths slightly parted and just a touch of tongue. As she broke the kiss she took her hand off mine and reached up around the back of my head, putting her fingers into my hair and leaning in to whisper in my ear, “you made me come.”
We stayed like that for a moment, then she stood up to continue her dance for the rest of our last song. This time though, her dance felt less scripted and more intimate. The caresses felt more natural and there were kisses. Her scent had changed too, there was a definite musk and just a hint of tangy. Then the song ended.

I waited with her as she dressed then she put one arm around me and held my hand, our bodies touching as we walked back to my table, which was still empty. Once there she reached up and pulled me head in for another kiss, thanked me, and said she had to go freshen up. I went into the bathroom myself and found the front of my pants were soaked. Fortunately it wasn’t very visible in the dark club.

I stayed for another 40 minutes, watching the dancers on the main stage and nursing a Sprite, waiting to see her again. Other dancers came and a few invited me to have a private dance but I thanked them and declined. I was hoping to see her again, but didn’t so I went back to my hotel and masturbated.

The next night, my last on the trip, I went back to the club but didn’t see her. I took up another cute young woman on a private dance but it was pretty standard. She seemed to claim me, and showed up at my table any time another dancer started to talk to me. She was nice, and we talked quite a bit. I ended up having three dances with her and by the last one she was rubbing on my cock through my pants, but there wasn’t any of the chemistry there had been the night before.

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