I decided to drop by a strip club I hadn't been to in many years. I don't know why, but I suddenly got the urge to see some nude women in person for some reason. This particular establishment is owned by an outlaw biker club that is actually somewhat friendly to cops, so a badge will get you in without a cover charge in all of their clubs. I picked up a beer from the bar and sat down at a table to take in the scenery, which wasn't much at this time of day. It was mid afternoon and the place was pretty much dead, except for another table with four guys seated and cutting up over what sounded like stupid stuff. They had to have been there for a while to be that lit at this time of day. I only saw one dancer there, and she was spinning around onstage, and giving the Four Horsemen a wild show, much to their loud amusement.
My thoughts were interrupted by an attractive woman in a light blue bikini tapping me on the shoulder and asking me if I wanted a dance. She was a little older for a stripper; perhaps in her early forties, but still pretty good looking, although her tits weren't terribly large. In fact, they looked a bit on the small side, but at her age, they were probably a little squishy and had a nice sag to them, so that didn't bother me. In the dim light, it was difficult to tell if her hair was dark blonde or very light brown, but she was very attractive either way. I wondered how long she had been doing this.
"Would... would you like me to dance for you?" she inquired somewhat nervously, her voice cracking hoarsely and causing her to stammer slightly.
"Sure." I replied, sitting up and smiling. "I didn't see you when I came in."
"I just got here." she explained. "I was changing in the Ladies Area out back."
"Oh I see." I said, as she removed her bikini and revealed a rather nice body. "Well, that explains it."
I handed her a ten dollar bill and she thanked me, placing it into her purse and setting that on the table next to her. She began moving around in a manner that wasn't on what I would consider the smooth side; occasionally bumping into me as she attempted to dance. I could see the four idiots at the other table pointing and laughing, most likely at her unskilled movements.
"I haven't seen you here before." I said, trying to break the ice.
I hadn't been in the place for at least twelve years, so chances are I wouldn't have seen anyone who looked familiar anyway, unless I'd busted them for something.
"Been here long?" I added.
"I just started." she replied nervously, sitting down next to me as the music ended. "I've never done this before. You're my first customer."
"Ahh," I responded, "that explains a lot."
"Like what?" she inquired.
"Your nervousness," I explained, "and not being very smooth with your moves. It'll get easier though. It just takes practice. Don't worry."
"You seem pretty confident." she said with a nervous laugh. "And pretty astute too. How long have you been coming here?"
"Actually, I haven't been here in over a decade." I said with a smile. "And as for my being rather astute, it comes with the badge."
Her eyes widened.
"You're a cop?!" she whispered incredulously. "You don't look like one."
"That's the point." I replied with a grin.
"Seriously?"
I glanced around and carefully opened my ID case.
"Strippers don't typically use the word, 'astute.'" I observed. "I'm Jack, by the way."
"Mischa." she replied. "I have a degree; it's just that I don't make enough to cover the bills anymore. Someone said I could make a lot of money doing this."
"Yeah, by taking on side jobs." I answered. "You could make a thousand bucks or more a night."
"Really?"
"Yeah, by sucking dick. You could probably make a few thousand if you did a party and fucked everyone there. Something tells me though, that isn't for you. Am I wrong?"
Mischa shook her head.
"I didn't know. I just don't know what to do!" she said, with desperation in her voice. "Ever since my husband died, I've been tapping into my savings more and more. I'm trying to raise our son, and-"
Her voice cut off, and tears filled her eyes. I reached out and took her hand in mine. She leaned in and I put my arm around her.
"It's okay." I said gently. "I understand. I don't think badly of you. Look, I don't even know why I stopped in here, but why don't you practice on me? You cut me short on that last song, so I have at least another one coming."
Mischa pulled back and smiled, wiping her eyes.
"Okay." she replied. "I didn't mean to get all weepy. Probably not good for business, huh?"
"Most likely not," I said gently, "but don't worry about it. Like I said, practice on me. I'll pay you to keep dancing for me until you get the hang of it."
"Really? You'd do that for me?" she asked incredulously.
"Yeah." I responded. "You're really pretty, and I'd like to learn more about your situation, if you don't mind my being curious. Something tells me you have a lot to get off that pretty little chest of yours."
Mischa glanced down at her shriveled-up boobs and shook her head.
"Little chest, alright." she said dejectedly. "No one's going to want to see these pathetic little tits of mine. Who am I trying to kid?"
"I like them." I said, before I could stop myself. "I think they're cute. Just like you."
"You think I'm cute?" she inquired. "And my titties too? But they're small, and saggy and all."
"Don't sell yourself short." I said in a semi-authoritative tone. "When you leaned over before, they just kind of stretched out, and got longer and thinner, and all of those tiny little stretch lines... well, they were just so damned cute!"
"Should I focus on letting them dangle then?" she asked.
"For me, yes, but I don't know about others. I'd say though, it would go over well with most people. Why don't you try it out on me?" I suggested. "I'll do my best not to reach out and play with them."
Mischa giggled.
"I know that's not allowed!" she responded. "But thank you for the compliment, as backhanded as it may have been."
With that, she stood and began trying to do a lap dance again. She approached me and leaned over, so that her soft, saggy tits dangled down. She thrust them in my face, and I stared at all of those fine lines. When she leaned forward, they thinned out to about two inches wide and maybe half an inch thick, and no more then three and a half inches long. They were so god damned cute! God, they reminded me of a pair of small TV remotes, and I just wanted to hold them in my hands and push all the effing buttons!
She changed position, and suddenly, her ass was up against my crotch; grinding against it in time with the music. It felt really nice, and in conjunction with seeing her dangly tits, I was suddenly aroused. My cock hardened, and I could feel an orgasm building at the sensation.
"How am I doing?" she inquired, as she continued rubbing my cock with her ass.
"Good!" I managed to croak. "Oh shit, Mischa!"
I shot what had to be a tablespoon of thick semen into my underwear, and I pulled back from her gyrating ass.
