Dexter sat at the small table, alone, sipping his overpriced watered-down drink. He watched each stripper go through basically the same routine. A girl would come out on the stage after being announced, wearing a tiny bra, a thong and "fuck me" heels. She would strut around, eyeing the men perched on stools around the edges of the stage, looking for eager tippers.
A couple minutes after swinging around the pole in the center of the stage, she would take off her bra and toss it on the floor on the back of the stage. When she turned around to face the crowd, claps and cheers would arise. Then she would stop in front of each man who had placed at least one dollar bill in front of him on the stage.
She would squat in front of him, and at her discretion, rub her breasts in his face, if he was lucky. Picking up the dollar bills one at a time, she would stuff them in the waist of her thong. Eventually she would drop the tip money on the floor where her bra was and then take off her thong and leave it on the floor as well.
As she would face the men at the edges of the stage, they would place more money down in front of their seats. She would either squat in front of them, one at a time, or get on her knees and push her ass as close as possible without touching. A big warning sign hung over the stage, "Hands off the girls -- violators will be painfully sorry!"
When the girl sensed that most of the tips had been given, she would gather her clothes and accumulated tip money and leave the stage.
There was one exception to the routine. In the back right corner of the stage was a stool evidently reserved for generous tippers. A pipe hung low over the stage so that a girl could grab it and swing her legs over the shoulders of the man sitting there and then wrap her legs around his head. When that happened, cheers of envy would erupt around the stage. Only one man had occupied that seat since Dexter had been there. When the man left the stool and headed to the restroom, he had an obvious wet stain on the crotch of his pants.
Dexter watched three strippers go through their routine but none of them had what he was looking for. Then the announcer yelled, "And now, gentlemen, give it up for Selena!"
A pretty Latina came onto the stage, dressed the same as the previous girls. She had long dark hair, brown eyes and average but generous breasts. Her legs were athletic with firm looking thighs and an ass that deserved to be worshipped.
Selene copied the routine as the previous strippers, but when she removed her thong, Dexter's heart skipped a beat.
Dexter was fifty five years old, single and as average as a man could be. He was a small man with a head that looked too big for his body. He was bald, had large ears, with a deep scar on one cheek from a childhood accident. His dark eyes and heavy eyebrows were intimidating even for his size. His Grecian nose and wide mouth occupied most of his face. He had been an auto mechanic for a long time and still could never get the grease and grime out of his fingernails.
Dexter had never been lucky with women. He had dated a few but only had sex with a few of those. He craved something he saw on a porn site and until now had not met a woman who could provide the experience. He wanted to give oral sex to a woman with pubic hair. Selena had a heavy dark bush of pubic hair.
Dexter moved quickly to the corner stool as Selena looked around for the most tips on the stage. She looked over at Dexter and saw his fifty-dollar bill on the stage in front of him. She came over, leaned down and asked with a soft, sexy voice, "Would you like to smell my pussy?"
Dexter expected her to have an accent but he didn't care. He smiled at her and answered, "Yes, ma'am, very much so."
She grabbed the overhead pipe and swung her legs over his shoulders, trapping his head between her firm thighs. Her pussy was just inches away. He smelled a soft fragrance that he thought might be some sort of body powder. It was pleasant but not what he had hoped for.
When she swung back to the stage, she picked up the fifty-dollar bill and winked at him. He was ready to proceed toward his goal.
Selena wandered around the stage, picking up bills and giving each donor a closer look at her body. She happened to glance over and saw another fifty-dollar bill in front of Dexter on the stage. She went back over to him, smiled and asked, "Would you like to kiss my pussy?"
Dexter didn't hesitate to answer. "Yes, ma'am, very much so."
She swung her legs over his shoulders again, only this time his face was right in her sex. His nose was in her pubic hair, and he knew that's where she had put the powder. His lips touched her labia and she gave him a gentle warning, "Just kisses, nothing else."
He pursed his lips and kissed her flesh and his cock stirred in his pants. The touch of her thighs, pressed against his cheeks aroused him. He kissed again and again and hoped he could control his excitement.
Selena returned to the center of the stage and picked up most of the tips. Dexter thought that she might be ready to end her performance so he put another fifty-dollar bill in front of him. Selena happened to see it as she was about to pick up her clothes and the pile of tip money. She went directly over to him, smiling like she had seen an old friend.
Leaning close, she asked sweetly, "Would you like to taste my pussy? None of the men in here have ever been allowed."
Dexter's heart was beating fiercely in his chest. "Yes, ma'am, very much so."