*** Part 4 - Please read chapters 1-3 for the full story ***
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I parked at the strip club and Mistress Alana and Goddess Jana got out of the van. I followed them to the door. A large muscled black man was doing security.
"He's with us" they said as we all walked in, not paying a cover.
We entered the club and it was relatively early in the evening, but there was a decent crowd watching two women dancing on opposite ends of a large stage. There were various dancers walking around making conversation with the men in the club.
"Go have a seat and we'll be back in a few," Mistress Alana ordered me.
I sat at an empty cocktail table and watched the show. The woman dancing in front of me was attractive and had some very sexy moves. The second woman was crawling on her hands and knees and making conversation with the men at the front row in exchange for tips.
The song ended, the ladies collected their tip money and the DJ called out the next two women. A beautiful cocktail waitress brought me a drink. While I was settling up with her taking my first sip, I saw Mistress Alana dancing on stage. She was stunning and had the crowd's attention. Money started flying onto stage as she slowly undressed. She climbed and fucked the pole between dance moves and illustrated her strength on her way down the pole. My cock was pressed hard against the cage.
She moved around the stage, rubbing her tits in the faces of the front row men. When she was directly in front of me, she looked me in the eyes while she had a random man's face buried in her tits. One by one, men tipped her as she let strange men motorboat her. On the third guy, she looked me in the eye, mouthed "fuck you, bitch" to me and then blew me a kiss. She then ran her finger down the man's face and put it in his mouth while looking me in the eyes.
Their song ended and it was time for them to leave the stage.
I ordered another drink while the next dancer came on.
Mistress Alana was on the other side of the club talking to a few men. She sat down at a booth with the men and it looked like they were all having a good time. Sooner than later, she walked away with one of the men, leading him to another part of the club.
While I was watching them walk away, thinking of what she was going to do with him, another dancer came and sat down with me. She was tall, had dark brown hair and was wearing a t-shirt that was cut up revealing most of her large breasts.
"You look lonely sitting here alone," She said.
"I'm just enjoying the view."
She smiled and said, "would you like to smell, feel and possibly taste some of these women?"
"All of them I believe," I replied.
"Why don't you take me for a private dance so you can experience more than just looking."
I really wanted to, but knew it was't physically possible.
I told her that I would love to, but I couldn't. "Sorry, it just isn't possible."
"What isn't possible?"
