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Alright, so this all went down one Thursday night when I (23/F) attenteded a strip club with several guy friends after work. We drove downtown to a local, seedy dive, paid the entry fee, and quicklyfound a table. Around a half hour later after everyone was settled in my friends decid to buy me a lap dance from the stripper performing on stage. She was an amazingly sexy, curvy, topless, and beautiful blond, a chick who was 10x the woman I could ever imagine becoming (I’m fairly average, but content with it). Her tits probably bordered on a G-cup (okay maybe double DD’s) and she was driving all the guys crazy.

Once my friends paid her exorbitant fee (and whispered suspiciously in the stripper’s ear), this chick didn’t waste any time. Before I knew what was happening, the stripper was leading me to a separate couch near the stage, she began straddling my lap, bumping and grinding, and rubbing her smooth, curvaacrious body into my own. She buried my face in her suffocating silicone valley. It didn’t take long for me to feel her bare skin rubbing against my suddenly bare skin. Upon freeing my face from its silicone prison I found the stripper beginning to peel off my clothing.

Around us the guys and likely the rest of the club was screaming “take it off” while I sat on the couch frozen and afraid to disrupt the process.

I could only watch as the stripper threw off my jacket and lifted my shirt up and over my head. She pulled of my shoes and socks next in order to loosen my belt and tug off my denim shorts. Once down to my underwear, she refused to stop and procceded to free my boobs (average compared to hers) from their lacy constraint and expose my nipples to the cool air. Soon I was just nude as the stripper, only retaining my panties as the one form of modesty.

The stripper continued to dance on me until the song blaring over the speakers ended. Helping me to stand, she pressed our tits together and gave me a quick peck on the lips. I’m sure my face was blazing red from embaressment as random onlookers gazed at my sudden nudity alongside the stripper’s nudity. I was about to get my clothes and redress when the stripper beat me to them and gathered them up for herself.

I looked at her questioningly like “WTF are you doing?”

Instead of relinquishing my clothing and shoes, she went behind the bar counter and retrieved spare pair of heels. Apparently as part of a deal with my friends, the stripper wasn’t gonna give my clothing any time soon, or a least until my friends decided to leave. Supposedly, being a woman in a strip club among nude women, it was only fair that I be nude as well.

The stripper patted my shoulder, gave me the heels, and left with my modesty. Since I was barefoot I begrudgingly slipped on the heels. Covering my tits, many wandering eyes were glued to me as I walked clumsily on my new heels back to the table where my friends sat eagerly awaiting my topless return. Fully aware of what they had planned I flipped the assholes off.

To make matters worse my chair had gone missing and I had no choice than to sit on a friend’s lap wearing nothing but my panties. Basically I was giving him a lap dance to some degree. Predictably, my friends chose to stay for another three hours. During those three hours I was constantly warding off strangers asking for a show or being goaded by other strippers into coming on stage to dance. As promised, once my friends were ready to leave the blond bitch stripper who had fucked me over returned my clothing.

Ditching the heels, I was more than happy to put on my shirt, jacket, shorts, and shoes. With my modesty restored I hightailed it out of that club.

Yeah. That was the night my fucking friends left me for bare at a strip club. And I cannot imagine that ever happening again.

NSFW: yes

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