My career involves a good amount of travel and entertaining. In one of my past companies, I had a Russian coworker named Dahlia. Dahlia is a smoking hot blonde girl, who prides herself on fitness, has great perky tits, and an ass that shows off how fit she is. She looks like Evan Rachel Wood in my opinion. Her thick Russian accent is the icing on the cake.
Quick description of myself. I am about 6’3”, slim but toned from lifting weights, and I always have some sort of stubble facial hair. People play the celebrity look alike game with me a lot. The most flattering one that I like to believe is the most accurate (even if it’s not) is Ryan Gosling.
When Dahlia first joined the team, we had a happy hour event and noticed she was a little flirty and touchy after a drink or two. I was surprised since I knew she was married. Her and I continued to have a good work relationship, but never more than that. She would call me for advice and I would see her at events here and there. She continued to be a little flirty, but I always just assumed that was her personality.
One night changed our relationship for the rest of the time we worked together. We had a work event in a well known city that’s filled with strip clubs, bars, and debauchery. The event itself was your typical trade show event that entailed sitting at a booth all day and networking… so much fun.
Immediately after the event, a group of us wanted to get some dinner and drinks. We decided to take advantage of being in this fun-filled city and started to bar hop after dinner. At this point there was about 2-3 women in our group and 3-4 men. Most of us had just met earlier that day, but we were all letting loose and having fun.
At some point someone jokingly suggested we head to the strip club. To my surprise, Dahlia said that she had never been to a strip club before and would love to go. I had lived near this city at one point in my life, so I suggested a club that I knew was fully nude and BYOB. We grabbed some drinks at a nearby liquor store and were on our way.
We got to the club and it was a little awkward at first. The guys were a little unsure how to act around the girls since some of us worked at the same companies or at companies that did business together. The awkwardness quickly subsided and 1 or 2 of the guys decided to get lap dances. Dahlia asked me if I was going to get one and I said, “probably, we’ll see”. She said that since she had never been to a strip club before, she was curious to see what a lap dance was like, but was too nervous to get one herself. She asked me if she could come back and watch if I ended up getting a lap dance. I was almost instantly hard by that, since as I’ve mentioned in previous stories, I have an exhibitionist side that I haven’t explored as much as I’d like.
I told Dahlia that she got to pick the girl for the lap dance. She chose a beautiful and curvy black/latina mixed race girl. Dahlia said she was eyeing her up all night and that she was very sexual when she was dancing on stage. We approached her and asked for a dance and if it was ok if Dahlia joined us, the dancer didn’t mind at all. I paid the bouncer for the dance and we were brought to a private area with a couch where she would do the dance. Dahlia sat next to me on my left.
I should mention at this point that I was wearing my suit from the day. Dahlia was wearing a professional pair of loose white pants and a blouse type shirt.
I sat back on the couch and got into a comfortable position as the dance started. Dahlia had a look of intrigue and lust in her eyes. The dancer started to grind on me and the first song came on. If I wasn’t completely rock hard before this, I definitely was now. The grey suit I had on didn’t hide a thing, so Dahlia could see the outline of my hard cock down my pants leg as the dancer began to grind her bare pussy on it.
I’ve been to a bunch of strip clubs in the past and have had a number of lap dances, but this one felt a little more risqué and sexual. I like to think that the stripper was equally turned on by having Dahlia watch us. She was running her hand up and down my cock through my pants and grinding on me hard. Dahlia asked if she could touch her while and she said absolutely. Dahlia began running her hands all over the dancers hips, ass, legs, and even squeezed her tits and she danced on me. I was in heaven.
I was breathing noticeably hard and even moaning a bit. I could have probably cum right then and there, but didn’t because I didn’t want it to end, as well as I didn’t want to walk around with cum all over myself for the rest of the night. I could hear Dahlia’s breath getting louder too, even over the music.
At this point I looked over at Dahlia and she was sliding one of her hands down her pants. I could see her starting to rub her pussy as she bit her lip and writhed in pleasure next to me. The stripper was visibly wet at this point and you could tell she was very turned on by everything that was happening. I moved my hand over to Dahlia’s thigh and was running it up and down her leg as she continued to rub her pussy.
Dahlia seemed to start cumming right next to me as I squeezed her thigh and the stripper was grinding herself up and down my cock.
The dance ended and I was so insanely turned on. Dahlia and I went outside and were very handsy with each other, but her conscience kicked in. She said, “I want to fuck you so badly, but I am married and I don’t want it to ruin our work relationship”. I said that I completely understand, but that I wanted her badly as well.
Sadly, nothing else happened between us that night. However, the next story took things to the next level. To be continued…
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/gr93j9/my_coworkers_first_time_at_the_strip_club_mf
…hate cliffhangers?