There is no minimum age for strippers in the Eastern European state of Slutvia. While that seemed to be the case in most places they had been to, Stenner and Axel, accompanied by Klaug, one of the locals they had befriended, wanted to see if this country was as liberal with the sexualisation of their women as they had heard.
Klaug took them to a strip bar on the edge of the city. Most of the streets and buildings here were run-down, deserted, catering only to the homeless and utterly desperate. The bar, in contrast, looked well-kept and had a garish neon sign spelling out the name, which was too long and weird for the two Canadians to care about.
When they got past the twenty-strong group of security goons, Klaug said, “They get away with so many illegalities here, it’s funny and sometimes … not so funny,” he said, ending with a grave tone.
Stenner and Axel were in their mid-thirties, Klaug in his forties. They had made their acquaintance in an online sex forum. Photos of wild goings on in Slutvia had piqued the Canadians’ attention. Klaug had commented on several of these photos, mentioning that he lived in the vicinity of where the pictures had been taken. The Canadians seized the opportunity and now found themselves in a strip bar with ten central poles, an accompanying lounge for voyeurs, and surrounding that were fourteen circular lounges with a single pole in the centre of each.
Every pole had an exotic dancer on it with the dais and lounge bathed in separate colored light. The club was clearly high-end due to the luxurious setting and the fact that while most of the strippers were of Slavic perfection, it boasted at least one stripper from every race. Stenner counted two buxom blacks (one light skin, the other dark), four amazing Asians (one of them looked Indian) and three mind-blowing Middle Easterners.
Klaug indicated a lounge where a group of college-aged boys were leaving and a naked, sweaty, silver-haired, BBW stripper was descending from the pole dais with a black bag in hand. She smiled lasciviously as she passed them. Despite the loud music, Axel heard the clinking sound that came from the bag. He asked Klaug about it.
Those are chips in the bag, Klaug explained as they neared the lounge. Similar to casino chips, except these were specifically for the in-house dancers and waitresses, who were all strippers. Stenner and Axel quickly gave him their cash so he could go get them stripper chips. They were made to wait on the periphery as a topless waitress came bustling over to clean up the college boy puke left behind on the lounge. The two men ogled the waitress’s ass while she finished up with sanitizer spray and a clean cloth.
“Don’t go yet,” Axel said when the waitress made to leave. “Our friend will be back soon with chips and we’d like to give you some.”
She shook her head and smiled shyly. “It wouldn’t go well if the bosses see me standing around with you doing nothing.”
“Then entertain us,” said Stenner, grabbing her ass.
“The cleaning things?” she said.
Another girl came over and picked up the stuff and walked off with them, heading for the “staff only” door.
“That solves our problem,” said Stenner cheerfully. Leading her to the lounge, he asked, “What’s your name?”
“Olga,” she said, shyly brushing aside a reddish lock of hair. She had lovely brown eyes and a petite figure with a pert, eye-catching butt.
“Such an old, pungent name for someone so young, mild and sweet.” Stenner was turning on his charm.
Axel sat on the other side of Olga. He noticed Stenner was already running his hand up and down the girl’s inner thigh. Something else made him smile.
“Is that Snowy Pine?”
Olga perked up, bubbly all of sudden. “Yes, it’s my favourite scent.” Then she quickly put her head down, retreating once more into herself. “Sorry if it offends you.”
“Not at all,” Axel said. “I love it.”
Olga’s return smile outshone the golden ceiling light they were under. Before Axel could place his hand on her other leg, Klaug showed up with a large bag of stripper chips and two gorgeous ladies – dark haired and blonde – on either side of him.
With a look of triumph, he said, “I see you two started off without me and – most importantly – without chips!”
“We knew you’d be here in time,” said Stenner, winking in confidence.
Olga waved at the two ladies, who acknowledged her with the faintest of smiles. From the aura they exuded, it was clear they were above her in both age and rank, whatever system it was they used. And they seemed slightly annoyed by her presence, but thankfully, Olga was too preoccupied with Stenner’s eager hands to care. He felt her up obsessively, making her moan at his obvious intentions.
Without a word being spoken, Klaug knew Axel wanted the raven-haired beauty. He released her to him and sat on the other side of the lounge with the blonde. Already turned on by Stenner and Olga, Axel wasted no time, making out with the dark-haired woman as soon as she alighted upon his lap.
Klaug proved himself to be the more refined of the three men. While he was telling sweet little lies and half-truths to Lonna (the blonde), Axel was deeply kissing Valentina (the raven hair) while she rode his cock, mini skirt discarded to the lounge floor. Olga was on all fours as Stenner drilled her hard, balls smacking loudly against her pussy.
In the midst of all this, a lone figure mounted the dais. A girl no older than fifteen years dressed in a light blue two-piece bikini. Her dancing was unrefined, raw, yet quite sexy due to her youth. Rather than waste time teasing, it took her a minute to lose her bikini top and bottom. Her hair was dyed sky blue and her eyes were matching blue. The men slowed in their activities while gaping in awe at the young lady.
Axel was first to sample her. She went to the edge of the dais and thrust her pubes at the two Canadians. Axel was voracious in his pussy-eating. The girl moaned in the sexiest way as she was getting eaten out. The mere sight caused Stenner to erupt inside Olga.
There were chip slots on the edge of the dais. All three men put in their gratitude for the teen hottie. They each had a chance to eat her delightful little cunny. Eventually she descended the stage and picked up the bag in which the internal mechanism of the dais had deposited the chips into. She thanked the men and said she’d be back.
Valentina ascended the dais and began twirling around the pole. She and Lonna were so similar, they could have been cousins and probably were. Both were quite tall; graceful swans in comparison to the gentle sparrow that was Olga, getting pounded for all she was worth by Stenner.
Losing her coverings save for her jewellery, Valentina put on quite a show. She revealed a faux diamond-studded, chrome-plated, anal plug that had been secreted in her ass. Pulling it out, she sucked it and pushed it back in and out repeatedly for her guests’ viewing pleasure.
When she descended the stage and collected her chip bag, Olga and Lonna took her place. and put a long purple translucent rubber dildo between them. Facing each other, they scissored at the legs, fucking either end of the dildo. The three men could only stare in wonder. Changing positions, the two women went ass to ass, the dildo between them and in both their holes. They rocked away and back toward each other, smacking their asses together, taking the dildo deeply into their rectums for ten intense minutes.
Klaug ordered three teenage strippers just before Olga and Lonna came down from the dais. Before long, the men were each nailing a girl between fifteen and eighteen years of age. This was what they had been gunning for in traveling to Slutvia. The teen sluts knew just how to satisfy their customers.
Klaug took on a dominant position, his foot on the head of his girl while he rammed down his cock into her upturned pussy. Axel laid his girl on her back, legs spread to accommodate him, he pulled her back to him, pushing into her cunt. Biting her lower lip, looking so very cute, she allowed him to direct her motion, which was as the usual: back and forth along the length of his dick. Stenner gripped the back of the lounge while his girl rode him reverse cowgirl.
After the three teens had left with handfuls of chips each, the three men took a break, downing drinks and chatting.
“Klaug, you weren’t lying. This place is wild,” said Stenner.
“Slutvia is the human trafficking capital of the world and one of the most corrupt countries, but I like it here,” Klaug said.
Axel looked around at the other lounges. “So there’s a chance any of these women here could end up in the States or Canada as an adult film star?”
Klaug said, “Of course! Most immigrant porn actresses are from Eastern Europe and Slutvia is probably the biggest contributor.”
“Wow.” Stenner took a long chug of his drink. “You reckon they’ll let us take pictures with the ladies here?”
“Not a problem,” said Klaug. He gestured for some strippers and they came happily, posing with the three men in any fashion they required them to be, whether it was simply standing side by side with arms around their waist or on all fours with cocks plunged balls deep into them from behind. The Slutvian women were fantastic.
The last photo was the most memorable one because it featured Olga, smiling sweetly, naked and lying across Stenner’s, Axel’s and Klaug’s laps, their hands clasping her body at various places. Almost a year later, she would arrive in Miami, Florida, to do several videos with major porn studio Reality Kings. She became quite famous after that, going on to star in videos by other porn studios such as Naughty America, Brazzers, Spizoo, Bang Bros, and regularly featuring in the top ten of many popular porn star rating lists for almost a decade. Stenner and Axel bought all her videos, subscribed to her Web content, followed her on social media, and made two more trips to Slutvia in the hopes of catching another future porn star.
The End
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