Quick Note: I found this on my notepad from early last year and I have no recollection of writing it, so enjoy.
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The hours ticked by slowly for Lewis as he patiently waited for the clock to strike 3am. He found himself sat in the front room of a strip club where, quite by chance, he had found a woman whom he'd lived and lost more than once. The woman in question was Casey Stone his private tutor while he'd been in university. Casey was older than Lewis by about 9 years and they'd had an on and off relationship since Lewis's nineteenth birthday.
The pair had found themselves drifting apart after Lewis finished his Master's Degree in History but after a friends insistence to visit a strip club for his 26th birthday he'd found himself face to face with the voluptuous blonde. She'd just got on to the stage as Lewis had arrived and he'd been staring at her as she paraded up and down the catwalk in an almost see-through black lace bra and panty set.
The first thing he'd done had been to get as close to the stage as he could, taking in the details of her still covered body and listening to the hoots of the other men there, all the while knowing that he'd seen her in more detail than amy if th could hope to.
She'd recognised him straightaway of course and put on a little show for him, flashing a sultry smile before dropping the tiny bra from her perfect D-cup breasts. Without thought Lewis slipped a few notes into the garter which accompanied her outfit, with very little other motivation Casey began to get right to the edge of the stage and pushed her tits as close to Lewis as she could get but still out of his reach. She'd then turned round and made the same display with her perfect, tight, round ass. Lewis had a raging hard on and he'd only been in the club 10 minutes. The last straw was when she leaned over the barrier and whispered in his ear
"We close at 3am, meet me in my dressing room, I'll leave the rear entrance open."
She got up off her knees and walked back off the stage with a gratuitous wiggle of her perfect ass, which Lewis was convinced was the reason she heavily articulated the word rear.
At 2:40 Lewis found himself still sat at the bar, watching the final dancer make her show before they finished for the day. Downing the rest of whatever cocktail was in his hand Lewis got up from the bar stool and walked out into the street, following the wall of the club until he found the open door.