This is a series of stories about how I turned my once exotic dancer girlfriend, (and her girlfriend), from a housewife, back into the wanton sluts they once were.
The very first time that I saw my wife-to-be, she was dancing, topless, wearing just a G-string, on a raised stage, surrounded by eager men throwing money at her.
She was stunning. The first thing I noticed was her, surprisingly, firm double-D breasts. Her light brown hair hung slightly below her shoulders. She turned in my direction and while looking at me with her beautiful blue eyes, she smiled. I was smitten.
After her dance session, she covered up and walked through the crowd collecting her tips. Handing her my money, I introduced myself. Her name is..., so let's call her Jane.
She was very outgoing and easy to talk to. She laughed when I told her she was beautiful. After inquiring about her work schedule, I made it my business to be front and center for her every appearance.
Two weeks later I felt we knew each other well enough to ask her on a date. Something I'm sure every other guy in the place had done. I was surprised, and extremely pleased when she accepted.
Our first date was a nice lunch in La Jolla and a stroll on the sidewalk along the ocean. I was enthralled by how well we were getting along. I wondered if this was her usual encounter or if this could be something more.
I dropped her off at her house early that evening. I didn't want her to think that I was just interested in sex, and I was told later that she appreciated that.
The next night at the gentlemen's club, after her dance set, she approached me. She pulled me aside, telling me that she thoroughly enjoyed our time together, and asked if I would like to go to a party with her tomorrow night.
It was the birthday of one of the other dancers. The party wouldn't start till after the club closed, sometime after 2 am. Needless to say, the next night after watching her dance, I followed her to the party.
When we arrived the party was already going strong. I recognized many of the girls from the club were there. What I found interesting is, normally when you enter someone's house you are greeted with a handshake or the bump of fists. Seemed like at this event the acceptable greeting was to lift your top, holler, and shake your tits about. The only reaction I received when I lifted my shirt was laughter.
The party was loud and just a bit out of control for my liking, but that wasn't going to deter me from spending time with Jane. The alcohol flowed freely, and there were a few, at the time, illegal cigarettes being passed around, I noticed in one of the bedrooms a group bending over a mirror.
I'm not a Saint, and, neither is Jane, we both enjoyed a little smoke. I was relieved when she told me she didn't do any of that other stuff.
It didn't take long for Jane and I, nor the rest of the crowd to become inebriated. A few of the girls, being true to their profession, had removed their tops.
We were talking and laughing, having the best time, when she paused, looked into my eyes, took me by the hand, and led me to the bathroom door. I assumed my job was to guard the door as she used the facilities.
To my surprise, after the person occupying the bathroom exited, she entered, pulling me along with her. Locking the door, she dropped to her knees, and before I knew it, had my pants open, and my cock in her mouth.
My back against the door, I watched in awe as she ravaged me. It was glorious. Exploding in her mouth, she eagerly gobbled every drop. All she said was, "I get horny when I drink and party." (meaning smoke)
One of her dancer friends was there to witness us exiting the bathroom. Laughing, she gestured at us, pumping an open fist in front of her mouth. She somehow knew what had just taken place.
Thinking about it, I wondered how many times this had happened before, but pleased that this time it was me. A tug of my hand, we returned to the crowd, where we were greeted by the stripper's welcome.
