My night as a stripper. (Part 2) – Short Sex Story

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(Part 1)

About a few weeks later we returned to the strip club. Being a Friday night the club was filled to capacity with loads of sweaty, horny men eager to drop their paychecks for a glimpse of skin. Despite the crowd packed like sardines, we managed to snag our favorite seats near the stage. We began settling in only for our favorite stripper to approach our group. Recognition plastered a enormous grin on her gorgeous face the moment she spotted us. Due to what unfolded during our last visit I wasn’t surprised when the stripper made a beeline for me and my friends. Candi briefyl greeted my friends before addressing me directly.

“Welcome back,” Candi said. “What brings you guys in tonight?”

“We have some cash to burn, plus we were feeling bored,” I replied.

Candi clasped my hands warmly. “Bored? Well I have an idea to quell your bordom if you’re willing, sweetie?”

I hefted a enormous sigh knowing full well where this was going. “Alright. I’ll play along,” I said.

The moment the decision was made to hang out at the club tonight, I told my friends I was fully prepared to participate if Candi offered. It was predictable inevable the she would rope me into playing stripper a second time. The question remained is how things would play out the second time around.

Gently taking my hand, Candi guided me throught the crowded strip club to the back wall where the private rooms were located. Above the door a blue, neon sign read Premium Lounge and below the sign a black curtain cordoned off the entrance from prying eyes. A beefy Mexican bouncer stood guard outside the entrance. He stepped apart for us and nodded affirmation to Candi as she dragged me behind the curtains into the lounge. Small cubicles lined the blackened hallway of the Premium Lounge. Comfortable cushioned couches and fake plants had been placed within each cubicle. Several erotic pictures depicting dancers and porn stars in numerous sexual positions adorned the brick walls. At the moment only two of three of the lounge’s private rooms were being occupied by a stripper and her guest of honor.

“As you can guess from the crowd tonight we’re booked full, so we’re all stretched thin. I have a customer here willing to pay big for a double dance, but the other girls are too bust to help,” Candi explained. “When your group walked in all of a sudden I thought I’d ask . . . You know considering what went down last time.”

Despite my relcutance I had already come this far and expected Candi’s response. I forced myself to smile and play along. “A lap dance? Okay then, so point me in the right direction.”

Candi beamed brightly. “Thanks again, honey.”

Hand in hand, she took us deeper into the lounge. We entered a cubicle where another customer waited patiently. The customer, a non-descript middle-aged man who looked like he had just clocked off from a rough day at work, sat on a zebra-skin couch. He didn’t once question why Candi was dragging along a random girl into the lounge or why I was fully clothed for that matter. The moment we entered the man just grinned, handed Candi a large wad of cash, and relaxed with legs spread wide and a tell-tale, hardening boner in his jeans.

“Just follow along and relax,” Candi whispered to me.

I nodded.

A smooth, silky song blasted through speakers in the ceiling, marking the beginning of our double lap dance.

Turning us around, I followed along as we bent over and began shaking our asses to the smooth rhythm of the music. Hypnotized, the customer’s eyes tracked our sultry movements through every gyration, bump, and ass slap. Standing up face to face, we ran our hands over eachother’s curves. Fire lanced through my body every time Candi touched me. Turning me around and bending me over, Candi began pounding my ass with her crotch doggystyle. Likewise I did the same to her. Candi didn’t argue when untied her bikini top and freed her globular tits for the man to marvel. Partway through the song we were straddling the man’s lap and grinding together when the Mexican bouncer peeked into the cubicle.

The bouncer apologized for interuptting and reported that Candi was needed on stage pronto. Apparently there was no one on stage to quell the horny crowd. On the couch the customer visibly deflated believing the brief lap dance was over.

“Ten more minutes, Carlos. The stage can wait.” Candi told the bouncer before turning back to me. “Sorry, honey, but I have to go. But if you’re comfortable enough to finish what we started alone, then I leave you to it.”

Basically, Candi was asking me to go solo and finish the lap dance. Quitetly, the stripper plucked at the hem of my shirt.

“Can I finally take it all off?” she asked, jiggling her bare boobs. “We’re in a private lounge, honey. No one else will see you strip.”

So far between my two visits I had failed to do what stripper were known for. I blushed. “We’ve already gone this far. I guess it wouldn’t hurt,” I relented.

Nodding, Candi proceeded to remove my jacket and cast it apart. She hiked up my shirt, lifting it up and over my head to expose the blue bra I wore underneath. Tossing away my shirt, her dexterous fingers quickly loosened my belt. I kicked off my shoes and socks. Hands on the waistband of my jeans, she slowly wiggled them free off my waist and down my legs, revealing my equally blue panties. I gave a sharp yelp when Candi reached around and gave me a sharp wedgie that turned my panties into an instant thong. Reaching around me again, she unhooked my bra to free my boobs. On the couch, the customer’s reaction to Candi stripping me showed his approval as he watched us hungrily.

My modest sized boobs spilled forth, fully exposed like Candi’s huge tatas. The stripper lined up our boobs for comparison. Two more cup sizes and I would have been as big as Candi. The difference in size was clearly evident but it didn’t seem to bother her as she called my tits cute. In the hallway the bouncer gave Candi a pair of transparent, platform heels. One foot at a time, the heels were slipped onto my bare feet, elevating my height and sexiness so I stood on equal footing with Candi. Once Candi buckled the heels into place, my transformation into a fully fledged stripper was complete.

Looking down at myself, I blushed like crazy. Only the thin material of my panties-turned-thong provided me with any hint of modesty.

From the speakers the song continued blaring its sick beats. Candi and I began our dance anew with what little time remained to us. We played with each other’s nude bodies. We rubbed our tits and molded our shapely asses with our questing hands. Soon the stage called candy away and I was left alone with the eagers customer sitting expectantly on the couch.

Taking what I had learned from Candi to heart, I started teasing him from a distance by wiggling my hips, turning around, bending over, twerking, etc. Very soon I was facing away from him. Both hands on his knees, I dipped down and wiggled my hips/butt more. I sat against his lap and felt his hardening cock poking through the material of his jeans. I ground my butt against his dick for 5 minutes straight, sliding its length lovingly between my butt cheeks. Above us, anohter song began playing. Despite the rules, I allowed the customer to feel up my bare butt and give me some spanks. With my butt still in his lap, I got on my knees. I started grinding my butt against his tummy and up his chest. I placed my ankles over the top of the couch behind his shoulders and started bouncing and grinding my ass against his delighted face. I continued grinding on his face when started biting my butt cheeks a little. He spread my butt with both hands and gave my butthole a kiss, which drove me crazy.

I danced and teased the customer some more. The man clearly liked being teased. I fully enjoyed teasing and torturing him by rubbing my body up against him with my breasts and tight hard nipples against his chest and all the way up to his face. He also clearly wanted to see my pussy. In response, I waved my tight butt in his face, caressed every inch of my body, kissed and licked my firm nipples and rubbed my wet pussy through my panties. To prove I was wet for him, I pressed my middle finger against the top of the lacy triangular piece of fabric and pushed it down against my pussy so it parted the lips. I held my finger there to allow the fabric to absorb some of my juice. I slowly pulled my finger up, slid it over my lace panties, over my belly, between my breasts, up my neck, over my chin and into my mouth. I locked onto his gaze and he followed my eyes as I looked down at the small wet patch on my lacy, blue pussy patch. The customer could see I was aroused, wet with desire. It had never happened before at the club, I had never felt horny dancing for a random stranger.

In spite of the cutomer’s enthusiasm to have sex we were inside a strip club, not a sex club. Our song ended as well, signaling the end of the lap dance. As the customer thanked me for the dance and left, I relinquished my borrowed heels. Very aware that I was topless and among men I searched for my clothing. Fixing my panties back into place, I went about gathering my clothing scattered across the stage and redressing. With my modesty full restored I left the Premium Lounge in hopes of rejoining my friends. Instead of my friends, I found Candi waiting for me.

As I handed back the borrowed heels, the stripper asked me how the lap dance went. I related everything that had transpiered in great detail and excitement.

“Good to hear,” she said. “Thanks for the help.”

I replied, “That was fun and all, but I better get going. Where the fuck are my friends?”

I looked around the club but could see no sign of my group.

Candi looked surprised. “What are you talking about? We still have the whole night until closing.”

“Wait. What?” I gasped.

According to another dancer my friends had already departed and would swing back around closing time to pick me up. Since they were my ride home I was stuck at the strip club until they returned. Turning back to Candi, the stripper simply handed me the heels I had just relinquished as well as a lacy garter for collecting tips. She smiled micheviously despite herself.

“Want to hit the stage again?” she asked. Taking my hand, Candi towed me backstage and into the dressing room to prepare.

And so I spent the rest of that crazy night in a strip club. Candi and I continued dancing together as she introduced me to her fellow dancers. By the time my friends returned (several hours later) they discovered I was wearing nothing but a thong and heels. I had already given my sixth private dance that night and was gyrating around the pole upon their return. The night ended once my clothes mysteriously vanished and I was left in nothing but a tiny thong. I wasn’t about to be seen like that by people I knew. Scooping up the money I had earned dancing, I said my farewells to the strippers and met my friends in the parking lot outside wearing nothing but a borrowed bathrobe to cover my nudity.

Needless to say, this wasn’t my final goodbye to the club. I would be returning within two weeks time because much to everyone’s shock, after much cajoling from Candi and the other dancers, I had decided to quit my day job and apply as a dancer. In two weeks I would become a full-time stripper, a permanent fixture at the strip club. At this point I couldn’t deny that being a stripper was my true calling.

NSFW: yes


One Comment

  1. NathanSettle

    This was really great! Well written. You really captured both the sexiness and the awkwardness of being thrust into that! Thanks for sharing!

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