I was dating someone for most of my college life, let’s call her Annie, (stupid mistake I know) we had a pretty good relationship but as we approached graduation things ended between us the way those things tend to do, as we realized we wanted different things after graduation. As for the parts that are relevant to this story (and probably why you are reading this). She had a sister, Laura, who was an (18+) freshmen during our senior year in college. I had met her before at various things and she came out a couple weekends her junior year to get a feel for college. She was a little more wild than my then girlfriend, in a classic teenager kind of way, drinking, smoking some weed, dressing less than conservative, but she wasn’t really a bad person or anything, just different than Annie, who was more on the conservative side in terms of appearance (despite a great body and very nice tits), didn’t really
drink until getting ready to go to college, etc.
Anyway she ended up going to college at a different school, in a bigger city a little over an hour from where we went to school. A little while before we broke up she confided in me that was upset, she had overheard her sister telling her friend over a school vacation that she had started dancing at a club. Annie didn’t have anything against dancers or sex-workers, but what bothered her was her sister didn’t need to be dancing. They came from an upper-middle class family and her parents really wanted them to focus on school.
I talked with her about it but didn’t think much of it after that, graduated and moved on. About a year later I was in the city near where we went to school for one of my college friends bachelor party. We went out to a few bars and then, as usually happens we went to a strip club. We were hanging out when all the sudden I recognized one of the girls on stage. After she finished her dance it felt like she made a beeline for me. She smiled and I stood up to give her a hug. “Sit down.” she said somewhat firmly. I looked at her confused before she sat down in my lap, wearing her thong and nothing else. She put her hands around my neck and leaned in. “Sorry if they think we are friends with the customers, they give us a hard time for hanging out too long.” I smiled and sipped my drink, we made small talk for a minute or so, telling her I was with a bachelor party with friends from college. Then she looked at me and smiled. “I’m sorry, but again if I spend too much time here the manager will be a dick about it.” I almost didn’t but the alcohol had me feeling just bold enough “What if I buy a private dance.” She smiled a devilishgrin. “It’s $40 for a dance but just give me the $20 for the club and we can go.”
We went to the backroom where the girls gave private dances, she danced for me while we talked. I don’t know what describes it better, that it was weird talking to my exes younger sister while she grinded on me in nothing but a thong, or that it was weird talking a stripper about normal things. The first song ended and I paid for another. She tucked the money into her thong and bent over in front of me. “go ahead, smack my ass.” I smiled and obliged her. She got on my lap and whispered in my
ear “I knew you’d like that.” “Oh yeah? How’d you know?” “I used to hear Annie and her friends talking.” She said, getting off my lap and bending over again for a spank. “Oh yeah, that’s naughty of you, evesdropping on your sister.” I said before spanking her ass “What else did you overhear.” That’s when the song ended. “I’ll tell you next time.” She said, finishing the dance sticking her tits (small but perky) in my face before leading me out of the back room and back to my friends.
The night kept going and the guys I was with were having a good time but getting ready to leave, a few were talking about getting a stripper to come back to our hotel room, but a few of us who knew what was up explained that didn’t work like that. Laura came back around and I took her back for another dance. “Do any of those guys know my sister.” “Yeah almost all of them” “Did you tell them I’m her sister.” “Nope.” I said with a smile. As we talked through the dance I asked her if she wanted to come back to the room, she could dance if she wanted and we’d pay or she could just hang out with a few of us. I had been sobering up and I told her I’d look out for her and she agreed. “You are going to
make me the MVP of the party.” I said smacking her ass as we left the room.
She had to take a separate uber over to our hotel after after she finished her shift. A few of the guys had gone to sleep, a few didn’t believe she was really coming and a few were just drunk/tired but
eventually she showed up and there were four of us up in our own suite, including the bachelor. She hung out and had a few drinks with us and we mostly just chatted for a bit, never revealing who she was. We did have to confess that I knew her though, because the guys noticed how she came right over to me in the club. After a little while she asked us if we wanted her to dance, she offered to do a couple public dances and then a few private dances for each of us for an amount. We got the cash
together and she danced in the middle of the room for a little and then took the bachelor into the connecting room for his private dance. Then she came and got me. I sat down in the chair she had set up “everyone’s being cool right?” I asked. She didn’t respond, but walked over to me and got down on her knees in front of me “This is the other thing I overheard you liked.” She said as she unbuckled my pants. “Are you sure?” I asked. “Yes, but you are the only one I’m doing this for. And you have to promise to say I’m better than my sister…” she said before she began sucking my cock. She sucked for more than a song, but not much more, she gave great head, but I’ve always wondered if it was really better than her sister, or the whole situation was just so ridiculously erotic.
I got her number at the end of the night and made sure she got safely in an uber. We stayed in some touch for the next couple years, I’d always text her when I was in her city but we never made it work where we met up ever again. From what I could tell from our conversations and social media she quit working at the club about a year later and got a boyfriend.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/11ud6fo/mf_my_exs_stripper_sister
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