[FM] My Sugar Daddy Paid Me To Compete In Amateur Night At An Exotic Club Before Fucking In The VIP

***Disclaimer – This ended up being long af, and I couldn’t decide on a good place to split it into parts–SORRY, but I have marked where sexy times begin.**

***TL;DR – Given the high likelihood of “TL;DR” response, I’ll summarize: Charles got me a sexy schoolgirl outfit and paid me to do amateur night at a strip club. I did it and won. He then paid for a private room in the back where we did the sexy times.**

***SCROLL TO “$$$$” FOR SEXY TIMES**

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After our trip to Valencia, I was pretty much having sex with Charles after every date (about four times a month), except when I was on my period—but I’d still suck the soul out of his dick before leaving for the night.

Our relationship was fun. Yes, he paid me for my companionship and intimacy, but we had actually grown close. I was also free to date and sleep around—which I did plenty of—as was he; we just had to make sure we stayed STI free.

After finals my Sophomore year, I was at Charles’ place. We had just been intimate when he pulled out a gift wrapped box and handed it to me.

“Oh, Charlie, you shouldn’t have!” I cooed, unwrapping the box even as his spunk was still leaking out of my freshly fucked pussy.

I opened it and pulled out a pair of $200 platform sandal heels. I was immediately excited, but there was more. I kept pulling out more clothing: a yellow and black pleated mini skirt, a white tie up crop top, black thigh highs, a black garter belt, a solid white G-string and a matching bra. The quintessential schoolgirl cosplay.

“He’s such a perv,” I thought. I deduced that he would want me to wear this for our next date night.

“Oh, I love it!” I said, and kissed my sugar daddy on the cheek. He’d bought me lots of lingerie and clothes over the almost 12 months we’d been dating, and I always made sure he knew how much I appreciated it.

“I want you to wear it next week,” Charles said matter-of-factly.

“Your place or mine?” I asked.

“Neither.”

I looked at him puzzled. Maybe a hotel?

“We’re going to an . . . exotic club.”

“OH!” I said, not sure how I felt about it. The way things worked with Charles was that I was always free to say no, and I always felt free to say no, like the first time he tried to put his dick in my ass (I let him the second time 😘).

“You-“ I continued, “you want me to wear this to a strip club?”

“I’d like you to take it off at the strip club.” He said all too nonchalantly

“WHAT!?!”

“Before you slap me, you can—as always—say no. But before you do,” he pulled out a blank check, “I’ll give you $2500.”

You know those moments on TV where the character has an angel and a devil appear on their shoulders and argue? Well that happened—in my head at least.

“Your parents would be disappointed!” Said the angel.

“They’ll never find out and you’re already fucking an old guy for money, how much more disappointed could they get.” The devil retorted.

“What if someone you know sees you?”

“It’s $2500.”

I snapped back to reality.

“$3500” I countered.

“Deal!” Charles exclaimed.

I should’ve asked for more, he would have given it to me.

The next Thursday was Amateur Night. When Charles’ car arrived to pick me up, I did a quick check in the mirror. I looked hot in this outfit, my hair done up in a long pony tail and my lips painted a bubblegum pink–I was actually getting a little hot already thinking about what I was about to do.

I scurried out of my apartment quicker than normal, nervous that I would be seen by my neighbors in my slutty outfit.

As I approached, Charles got out of the Tesla and opened my door for me, giving me a little wolf whistle with a smile. As I got in the passenger seat, it didn’t take much maneuvering to to flash him a good look at my white G-string, and then down my crop top. I gave his crotch a quick rub and then he went around to the driver’s seat.

We walked into the club and sat at a table. Charles ordered some food, and I ordered a drink with my fake ID. I think it helped that I was sitting next to someone who could be my dad, she barely looked at the card. Alcohol helped. It was hard to concentrate with the blaring music and the mostly naked woman gyrating on the stage in front of us.

I watched her and knew immediately that I was going to make a fool out of myself.

“Fifteen minutes until Amateur Night begins! First prize is $500. Make sure to sign up at the booth now!” The DJ called.

“Oh God,” I thought. “Here we go.”

I got up, giving Charles a knowing smile and trying not to let on how terrified I was to take off my clothes in front of a bunch of strangers. But if that was all there was, I would have backed out. I was also strangely excited.

I got in line to sign up behind one girl and ahead of a few more. The girl in front of me looked to be about ten years older than me, a little bit thicker, but still attractive. Before I knew it, I was handed a clipboard. Under “stage name,” I couldn’t think of an original stripper name. Good thing I’ve been told all my life I already have a stripper name. Plus, it’s not like I was ever going to come back to this establishment.

I signed and was ushered backstage to the dressing room. Inside, the woman in front of me was already naked and getting into her outfit, a little thong bikini. I was already in my costume. The other women came in and also adorned their sluttiest outfits.

They had us draw numbers for dance position. I drew #1. “Shit.” I silently cursed. At least it would be over soon.

I heard the music start and the DJ announce me. “And now, our first contestant. Give a warm welcome to Sexy Lexy!”

Original I know.

Anyway, I totally froze. One of the women behind me basically pushed me out onto the stage. “Don’t Cha” by the Pussycat Dolls was playing as I stumbled onto the stage.

I gathered up my courage and smiled shyly at the audience who were already whooping and hollering. I knew then that it wouldn’t be hard to please these guys even if I was awful at stripping.

I took a deep breath and began walking around the stage. Rocking my ass as I walked so the bottom of my cheeks showed below my miniskirt. Then I stopped to coyly smile at my audience and bend forward to show off my cleavage to those in front of me and my ass to those behind. I arrived at the front of the stage and Charles was right there cheering for me. I looked at him and recognized the list in his eyes, which fueled me on. I sauntered up to him and lifted my schoolgirl skirt up and spread my legs so he got a good look at the tiny G-string his money had bought. Then I turned my back and pulled up my skirt so he had a nice ass shot. I was getting lots of cheers as I made my way around the stage giving all the men there the same view.

I was excited when I saw the dollar bills start to slide on the floor, but also hoped I didn’t slip on them. My heels were only 4 inches but I hadn’t ever tried to dance in these ones. Who knew what might happen.

I backed up on the stage so everyone could see and gave the crowd a smile as I started toying with the knot tying my top together. Smiling that shy smile, inch by inch my top was coming undone. When I pulled one last time, it came undone, and I grabbed each end and everyone cheered as my white bra came into view. I threw the top backstage and made a round of the platform, stopping now and then in front of random guys to either bend forward and let them have a good look at my pillowy tits, or to turn around and shake my ass for them. When I got to Charles, I squatted in front of him and thrust my white covered mound toward him. I could see how bad he wanted to taste me, to fuck me.

I stood back up and turned around and unzipped my tiny plaid skirt, which I let slowly slide down over my ass. I lifted one foot and then the other to pull it off, and did a little around-the-world motion with my ass. I moved to the other side of the stage, and bent forward and spread my legs so my pussy pressed hard against the thin string flossing my ass cheeks. I could feel the moisture that was already collecting in the thin material.

I went back to the center stage next to the pole and did the splits from my gymnastics days. I looked in Charles’ direction, smiled, and gyrated my hips to shake my ass in that position. While there I quickly reached behind my back and unsnapped my bra, then twirled it over my head before throwing it along with my miniskirt back stage.

I think Charles didn’t really believe I’d get naked in front of a bunch of perverts like him, because his eyes nearly popped out of his sockets—along with the rest of the crowd—even though he’d seen me naked at least a dozen times by then. But hey, as Johnny Tsunami says, “go big or go home.”

Anyway, I danced around the stage with my tits out until I got to Charles again, dropped to my knees, and motioned him forward. I took his head in both hands and thrust his head into my cleavage. I smiled to the crowd’s cheers as I felt him motorboat me feverishly.

As I pulled back Charles pulled out a $100 bill and slipped it into my G-string. I let a few strangers motorboat me before taking off my panties. I briefly considered pulling Charles face between my thighs but the song was almost over (I know my Pussycat Dolls).

The crowd was roaring enthusiastically as I fell to my back and raised my hips up and down to show off my trimmed pussy. Just before the song ended I stood up and stopped in front of Charles one last time to show him my pussy. When the music stopped, I grabbed my G-string all the money that was thrown at me and ran off the stage.

I ran backstage completely exhilarated and my pussy was flooding. With Charles’ Benjamin Franklin included, I counted over $200 in green American presidents smiling up at me. I put my outfit back on and when the other girls were finished dancing, we were brought out on stage to choose the winner. To my surprise, “Sexy Lexy” got the loudest applause and thus, five $100 bills. So, if you’re counting at home, I was up $4000+ on the night.

When I got back out to the floor, Charles was already waiting for me. A big guy about Charles’ age was waiting with him.

“Hey congratulations, just wanted to make sure, but this guy says you’re with him, is that true?”

Hilarious. I could tell that Charles was a bit chuffed that this guy doubted we were here together, but I appreciated the gesture as a woman. As soon as I confirmed that he was, sugar daddy took my hand and started guiding me to the back of the club. We walked past a bouncer and Charles showed him something—a receipt?—and entered a “VIP Room.”

He turned to me, “that was management who asked you about me,” he smiled. “We have this room undisturbed for an hour.” The room was lighted only with blue neon lights and mirrors. A small bed was in the corner of the room, with a leather couch on the opposite side and a small stage with a pole in the center of the room. Mirrors were everywhere.

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“And what do you plan on us doing for the next hour, Daddy?” I teased, biting my lip for show. Charles always loved when I called him that.

“I was hoping for a . . . Private show,” he hinted.

“Oh really?” I pushed him down roughly onto the leather couch, and he looked back up at me with a smile, pulled out his wallet and another $100 bill.

“So it’s ‘Sexy Lexy’ now, is it?”

I rolled my eyes, leaned over and placed my hands on his thighs, then whispered in his ear.

“You can call me anything you want.”

I moved one leg between his thighs and began to stroke up and down against his groin with my shin. He was already hard. I unzipped my miniskirt again and made a show of shimmying it off, then untied my crop top and unclamped my bra. I stood before him in only a tiny white G-string, thigh highs, a garter belt holding them up, and the $200 heels he bought me. I pressed my body forward between Charles’ legs as his hands reached up and back to encircle my ass, and I gasped when he roughly squeezed my cheeks.

“Damn, you are so sexy. I can’t believe you did all that.”

“I saw how you looked at me during my show, Daddy.”

I fixed him with a lusty stare as I began to grind against his erection.

“I liked it.” I smiled evilly.

I writhed up and down his covered cock, then centimeters from my sugar daddy’s lips asked him a question.

“Don’t you like when I’m a little slut for you, Daddy?” I leaned back in Charles lap, pushing my chest out for his admiration. My tits were doing their job quite nicely.

“I saw you staring at my tits. Well now is your chance to feel them up,” I said offering them up.

Charles reached out and l grabbed my breasts, pushing them up from underneath.

“Oh yeah, baby, just like that.” I moaned.

“Keep grinding on Daddy’s lap, slut,” he dared. I was really loving the dirty talk.

I did and he grabbed the flesh of my hips and began to manually rock me back and forth, while his still-clothed cock slid along my covered mound.

“Charliiieeee,” I moaned into his ear.

He let go and I began to rock back and forth in a nice rhythmic motion—I wanted to see if I could make him cum, I know I could have. But he stopped me. He picked me up and kissed me with passion before carrying me to the bed and throwing me on it.

Charles hooked his thumb around my panties and pulled them down my legs and off onto the floor so only my heels, thigh highs, and garter belt remained. “Touch your pussy.” He ordered.

I spread my legs and as I did, I placed a hand on each side of my sex and pulled my pussy open for him to see. My fingers pulled up my hood to expose my clit, and I tickled it ever so gently with my fingertip and smiled knowingly at my sugar daddy. I was so wet.

Charles moved between my spread thighs as I began to touch myself. He unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out.

“Yes, just like that, slut!” He said as he vigorously stroked his cock hovering above me.

I was so fucking turned on. I saw the cameras in the room but I didn’t even care. I closed my eyes and used both hands to massage my moist labia. I reached underneath with one hand and gently inserted my middle finger into my ass. I pushed two fingers into my pussy and commenced double penetrating myself. I needed to cum so bad.

I opened my eyes to see my lover stroking his meat directly above my face. I took my finger from my ass reached up to gently stroke his balls. I opened my mouth and he gently fed me his cock from above. I took more of him into my mouth than I ever had, almost his entire cock. I wanted to suck him dry, I wanted his salty sweet cum in my tummy. And I could tell he was close, but so was I.

“I need your pussy in my mouth, baby.”

Charles kissed his way down my neck, taking his time, teasing me with innocent kisses. He worked his way to my waiting nipples. I gasped as he kissed and tongued my breasts. My head was tilted back in a sign of acceptance as he licked and sucked my nipples with wild abandon.

His tongue continued its journey, licking my stomach as he headed south, my fingers still working my pussy furiously, my body arching in pleasure.

Charles swung his leg over my head so his big full balls rested on my forehead and my pussy could feel his warm breath. Charles lifted my ass so my pussy met his mouth. I angled my head and began to lick and suck his balls as he descended on my soaked cunt, moving my hand away. He licked up and down my slit, and then rhythmically sucked and licked my clit. It felt so fucking good.

I felt the hum of his approval on my pussy as he licked and sucked my wet lips. He was devouring me with the intensity of a feral beast, and I was on the edge, just teetering. He doubled his efforts and moved his head up and down and in and out to maximize the effect on me.

“Oh FUCK, Daddy! Please make me cum! Please make me — oh GOD OH YESSSS!!!!”

My body stiffened, holding that high, until it rushed through the rest of me, as my pussy convulsed and toes curled. I groaned as Charles pulled up after drawing out my climax as long as he could and my breathing returned normal. His face was covered in my juices.

We kissed deeply. I may have come hard, but I was ready for more, and so was Charles. I pushed him onto his back and straddled his cock, placing the thick tip against my tiny opening.

“Are you ready, Daddy? Are you ready to put your big fat cock in some stripper pussy?” I teased, putting pressure on my pussy with his cock. I wanted him to beg. I leaned down and licked up my juices off his face, from his chin up over his lips and nose.

“Are you ready to shove your fucking cock deep inside me, over and over again, until you make me scream, Daddy?”

“Oh God, yes please!!!” He answered.

My eyes and mouth widened in coordination as I slowly sank down onto his thick dick. Fully impaled, I began to grind my hips against his.

I was riding him just as I knew he liked it—bucking my hips In an even rolling motion, pulling up my tight pussy so he could see my lips distend around his thickness then fall back down. His strong hands stopped my hips from falling and he began to fuck me from beneath. Hard.

The assault was furious, fucking me in long deep strokes as fast and as hard as his body could muster. His cock was making my pussy emit loud wet slurpy sounds with each thrust, and before I knew it, I was cumming again, all over his cock.

“OH FUCK, I’M CUMMING AGAIN!!!” I announced. I’m sure the bouncer outside enjoyed that. I’m not gonna lie, there have been many times where I have had to fake my orgasm (and I’m a damn good actress) with guys. That never happened with Charles.

He pulled out of me as my climax reached its peak, and the sudden absence of cock made the orgasm confusingly larger and more intense. I fell to his side and writhed there on the bed next to him until it subsided.

I got up and pounced on my sugar daddy’s cock before he could move, moving the wet side of my lips softly against the underside of his cock and spoke, “You just made a stripper cum, Daddy.”

My mouth darted to the side of his thick shaft sucking up my juices as I painted it with my lips. “And not just once.” I slipped the head in between my lips and then pulled it out again with a loud pop, “but TWICE!” I slapped myself on the cheek with his cock twice. Heh—symbolism. “Like a fucking god!”

I came up on my knees, sliding my lips along his cock until I was above it. I deepthroated him as far as I could, letting Charles push my head down until I choked, then pulled off.

“Your turn, Daddy.”

His cock was sticking straight up and my face was right up against it.

“Do you want to cum, Daddy?” I ran a line down the top of his shaft with my finger, pressing his cock harder against my cheek, and putting my tongue in my cheek to massage it.

“How about on my big tits?” One hand angled his cock at my dangling tits while the other wrapped around his ball sack.

“Ooorr, my pretty little face?” Charles’ cock flexed violently in response as I stroked him.

“Mmm, so that’s what you want, Daddy?” I was nodding my head vigorously, as I teased his cock and balls.

“To blow your load all over a hot stripper’s face?” My mouth slipped up and over his head again, closing and sucking, with my tongue attacking his engorged head, then popped him out of my mouth again.

“And in my warm mouth?” Both my hands were tickling the sides of his cock, as my lips closed over top again then popped up.

“So give me your fucking cum!”

My mouth clamped back down on him and bobbed with such vigor that Charles let out a loud groan before finally releasing, a jet of spunk hitting me in the back of my throat.

“OH, WOW!” I exclaimed as I let his dick snap back out of my throat, aiming it at my face.

I watched his thick meat jettison cum all over my face, angling it so the second stream hit me on the cheek and splashed all over my lips and eyes.

His third spurt shot on my other cheek, and splashed down to my chin. Four more blasts covered my face, every bit as big as the rest until his balls were empty and my face sufficiently splooged.

I held the first spurt in my mouth as he finished on my face, collected all I could from my face and scooped it into my mouth, then showed it to him before gargling it and swallowing. There was a lot of fucking cum, it tasted bitter and slightly metallic that day. I needed to make him eat more fruit.

Charles relaxed and I collapsed on top of him, lazily cleaning his cock with my tongue, and recovering from the sex.

Only then did it set in–everything I had done. I looked up at the camera in my room and Charles followed my gaze. He told me not to worry, that management knew what we were doing, but that he had watched them manually disconnect the camera from inside the room (for a hefty fee). That also probably explained the management’s apparent concern for my well-being, initially.

When the bouncer knocked we hastily got dressed. I could still smell and feel the remnants of Charles’ cum on my face, as we walked out to his car.

Back at my apartment, an envelope had been slid under the door. The check inside was for $5000.

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