Chapter 9 - A Surprise Treat
Lynn's note had given me the address of very posh strip club in Chicago's lively night district. Pretty sure my Hugo Boss attire is what got me in because lots of guys were being turned away by the bouncers at the door and said rejects were universally wearing jeans and t-shirts. The bouncer nodded to me and let me in without so much as a word.
The inside was spacious and delightfully dim, mostly illuminated by neon lighting along the walls and over the various raised surfaces the girls were utilizing. Spaced around the main stage were small platforms that girls were gyrating on and entertaining men. Topless waitresses wiggled back and forth between the tables. Several smiled and winked at me as I walked in, no doubt assessing my wallet by the make of my suit.
"You're Mike, right?" one of the bouncers inside the club asked as I strolled through, looking around. I nodded and he indicated I should follow him. I stayed behind him as he led me to a chair seated in front of the main stage, one that seemed to have been reserved.
"Been expecting you," he explained. "Got told to look for a big blond guy in a gray suit and keep you here."
"Thanks for your time, I appreciate it." I replied agreeably. He nodded and left me to assess the club once again. A cute brunette waitress with perky tits took my order and wiggled off, flashing her behind at me. I saw small booths along the walls, away from the main area, with plush seats inside and curtains that could be drawn across to afford the customer and dancers some privacy. Certainly not big enough for anything prohibited by club rules to happen, but private all the same.
I watched as a few girls did their routines on the stage, smiling and giving them platitudes as they asked me if I wanted a private dance. I'd had two drinks when the DJ announced a special treat, a tag-team consisting of the club's very own Sindy and her talented friend Crystalynn.
I hadn't been expecting Lynn to come out on the stage, my conclusion had been that she was wanting to meet me here and we'd watch some hot strippers, get really worked up and then back to the hotel or find an alley and fuck like mad. This, admittedly, had not occurred to me although I feel it should have, looking back on it.
Crystalynn and her dance partner Sindy slinked out onto the stage, wearing very abbreviated schoolgirl skirts and blouses which were knotted under their midriffs. Both wore white stockings and short heels one might see a schoolgirl from an 80's rock video in. Sindy seemed to be about 19 or maybe 20 but what astonished me was Lynn- she most certainly didn't look her age and anyone looking on would
never
guess she was more than 25. She looked amazing.
People clapped and cheered as they danced and ground and teased to the Van Halen song 'Hot For Teacher', flashing their panties at the audience. They removed their tops, exposing their tits to more cheers. They swung around the silvery central pole in sync and then rubbed their nipples together, to the delight of the audience.
Lynn seemed to be having the time of her life, teasing the audience, but she reserved most of her attention for me, sitting front and center. She got down on all fours and crawled towards me, her eyes never leaving mine. As she reached me she slowly turned around and knelt, squirming her behind at me, offering me tempting glimpses of her pussy by pulling her tiny panties aside for a moment.
Sindy then joined her and the crowd went wild as they pulled one another's panties down from beneath the skirts. They stood ass-to-ass and suirmed against each other, teasing the audience with the promise of so much more. Finally they whipped their skirts off and tossed them in my lap, clad now only in their stockings and shoes. They ground around the pole some more and danced provocatively in front of me until the song ended, at which point they sent the room into a near-frenzy by kissing and then running off-stage, hand-in-hand.
I clapped as eagerly as anyone else in the room, perfectly aware that I was the luckiest sonofabitch in the entire building. Another dancer came on and the busy pace of the club resumed, with another drink in my hand, courtesy of one of the dancers, identity anonymous. I drank another two beers when the bouncer who had led me in here put a hand on my shoulder and indicated once again I should follow him. I left the drink but took the skirts the girls had left behind with me.
"You're one important man, seemingly," he said as he took me through some doors and down a hallway. I heard women laughing and various dancers exiting the rooms around me. "Ain't that often anyone gets allowed back here, so you must be a decent fella or a helluva tipper. Either way, through that door there..."
I went through the door he was pointing to and sure enough, it was a dressing room. Several girls in various states of undress smiled at me as they primped and made themselves up for their numbers, but near the back were the two girls I had come to meet- Sindy and Crystalynn. I could tell Lynn wanted to dash up and hug me, but she waited patiently until I arrived at their chairs, staying seated. Both of them were still quite naked, except for their stockings and shoes. Lynn stared at me expectantly.
"Ladies, that was, quite simply, the best show I've ever seen," I declared, just loud enough for the two of them to hear me without offending the other girls nearby. "They'll be talking about that for months to come and I am not going to forget it as long as I live."
"Thanks," Sindy said, nodding and smiling pleasantly. "Miss Gunderson is right about you, you're a really nice guy."
"Oh, Miss Gunderson said that, did she?" I asked in amusement, raising an eyebrow at Lynn. She blushed a little and smiled somewhat sheepishly.
"Sindy and I know one another," she admitted in a quiet voice. "She was graduating from high school when Kait was a freshman. She sort of took Kait under her wing and looked out for her during her first year, so she'd been over to my house a few times. And I knew she'd come to Chicago and was a big hit in the exotic dance circuit."
Sindy nodded. "My real name's Eileen, by the way. So Miss Gunderson found me on Facebook and let me know what was happening and said she wanted to surprise you with this routine."
"Well she certainly managed that," I agreed, turning to look at my paramour in amusement. "How on earth did you work the pole that well? Do you have a secret dancer past I don't know about?"
Lynn giggled. "No, I've just snuck in some pole dancing lessons when Carter wasn't looking. When I knew we were coming to Chicago, I practiced extra hard for you."
I looked at Eileen again. "And Lynn told you... well, everything?"
