Funny story about a Stripper [MF]

I [M44 at the time] do a lot of traveling in my line of work and have taken a lot of clients and prospects to strip clubs around the U.S. I’ve always found it interesting how some cities have very lenient laws which allow full nude dancing + alcohol + VIP rooms where few laws are enforced while other cities are much stricter about what is allowed. Even various cities in Southern California have different ordnances etc but the one city known for the most “mileage” in terms of girls getting very aggressive in the VIP rooms is the City of Industry. There is a chain of strip clubs headquartered in Industry which I won’t name but this chain also has another strip club in a sketchy area of Downtown LA with very low mileage in terms of restrictions on lap dances and drinking. This place is known to place business cards and fliers on cars parked at Staples Center because guys might be buzzed after a Laker or Clipper game and want to throw some more money away on a stripper even though contact was supposed to be minimal.

My company at the time had a corporate suite at Staples where we would take clients and prospects to try to win business and network with them. One such night after a Laker game a few years ago I left Staples Center with some east coast clients who were in town for a few days and sure enough, there was a flier on my windshield advertising the strip club. My clients were pretty drunk and since I was the sober one/designated driver, they begged me to drive them over there. I reluctantly agreed, telling them it wasn’t like places they were probably used to. They said they didn’t care. A few minutes later we ended up at the Downtown strip club around 11:30 p.m. The crowd was minimal and as we sat down at a table in the darkest back corner that I could find, a crew of strippers approached us. I assume we looked like we were “whales” (i.e. loaded with cash) because we were all wearing business suits and looked like easy prey.

The strippers instincts were correct and within a few minutes, all of my clients had disappeared into the VIP area for private dances. The remaining girl (we will call her Mandy for the story) watched them walk away. She then decided to sit down on my lap, grinding her ass into my crotch. She was a cute blond with a great ass and obvious bolt-on tits, but she knew how to flirt pretty well and asked me if I wanted to go to the VIP room. I declined, saying I was sober and had no intention of throwing $150 her way for a quick 3-song set. She was impressed that I knew the drill and asked me about my previous experiences at strip clubs.

I gave her a rundown on my experiences and basically told her that since I had been spoiled with “high mileage” experiences in Atlanta and Houston (see my previous story about that one in my profile), I wasn’t about to get exited about a lap dance in L.A. due to the minimal contact rules. She nodded and said she understood, then stood up. I thought she might be moving on to another patron but she surprised me by straddling my legs with hers, facing away from me. Since she had to spread her legs pretty wide to get around mine, her dress rode up higher towards her waist, exposing her ass. She was wearing a tiny thong where the material was so small that as she bent over in front of me, I could see the tight little starfish of her asshole poking out around the small floss-like line of fabric.

“I thought I would give you a view of what you’re missing,” she laughed over her shoulder.

“That is a lovely little asshole you have there,” I responded, “but I’m still not giving you $150 since I can’t touch you.”

She pouted, then lifted her dress even higher, wiggling her ass at me. As she did, Mandy then looked around to see if we’d attracted any attention from the bouncers. It seemed like they were distracted by my clients back in the VIP room so no one was looking at us.

“You can touch my asshole if you’d like,” Mandy cooed as she reached down to pull her thong to the side. “It’s not dirty.”

“What if I like it dirty?” I whispered back.

Mandy considered this, then reached down and took my right hand with hers. She pulled my hand up to her face, then stuck my thumb in her mouth. Mandy sucked on my thumb like she was giving it a blow job until it was wet and sticky with her slobber, then she bent over again in front of me, pushing her ass inches from my face. She then pushed my hand towards her ass, wrapped her fingers around the base of my thumb and proceeded to shove my thumb up her asshole until it couldn’t go any further up her ass.

She flexed her puckered little starfish asshole muscles around my thumb for a few seconds, then pulled my thumb back out of her ass then surprised me once again but sticking that same thumb into her mouth and sucking it clean.

“Like I said, my asshole’s not dirty,” she stated in between licks and slurps. She was still looking at the bouncer’s station and sure enough, one appeared a second later to resume his surveillance of the seating area. Mandy dropped my hand, then wiggled her hips, dropping the dress back down to cover her ass. She sat back down on the chair next to me then asked me, “so are you ready for the VIP area now?”

Shocked by what I had just experienced, I nodded my head in assent. At that moment my clients emerged from the VIP rooms. One of them was pretty pissed because the stripper he’d chosen had given him a crappy lap dance so he loudly announced he was ready for me to drive him back to their hotel. I gave Mandy a shrug and asked her what nights she worked. She gave me a quick rundown of her schedule. I gave her a $50 tip for the effort which she pocketed and walked away without a glance.

Two weeks later I took some more business prospects to the same strip club after a Clipper game, but I didn’t see Mandy. I asked one of the bouncers if she was working that night, but he just shook his head. “Bitch got caught fucking some dude in the VIP room,” he explained.

Needless to say I never got that VIP dance from her, but I will never forget that memory of what she did to my thumb.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/j71o4s/funny_story_about_a_stripper_mf