It was his 40
th
birthday, his wife in Afghanistan, his kids had celebrated with him but it hadn't been a wonderful birthday this year. His partner in crime, Robert, had decided that he was going to go to a strip or gentleman's club to have some fun after the fact. So in the days following his birthday he steeled himself for a fun evening albeit one that he knew would end in blue balls and frustration. Considering he had to been one of these places only once in the last 18 years he figured he'd have a bit of fun, I mean let's face it, every guy loves titties and ass. Chad had never been to one in Virginia but figured they were all a lot alike. The girls here had to wear pasties on their nipples, and were also required to keep the thong on. Some other establishments he had been in had required much less, many all nude.
Chad and Robert took their seats about 8pm that night and watched the first few girls up on the stage, watching the dancing on the poles while drinking. It was fun, not quite arousing yet, except for the little blonde pixie that strongly resembled Harley Quinn bouncing around the room playing hostess. She talked to them for a bit finding out why they were there, besides the obvious. She giggled when they told her and leaned down and whispered in Chad's ear, "Well you don't look a day over 35, and you're cute." With that she kissed his cheek and bounced away to get them another drink.
"Oh guys," she said as she flitted back over, "Watch these next couple girls, I love them both."
Robert looked over at me, gave a wink and watched as the next girl came up on stage, "Daphne, welcome to the mainstage," the DJ said as she sauntered up onto the platform. She looked a lot like Winnie Cooper from the wonder years except a bit larger rack and did things Winnie never would I'm sure.
"Hey," Robert said, "That's the one from last time I was telling you about."
She could definitely work the pole, and her ass was just about the right size for me. I really liked everything about her, but I figured Robert wanted a shot at her again after his story in the car. I just smiled and after some pushing from Robert, I went up and tipped her sliding a few ones into the garter type strap on her thigh. She smiled back and jiggled her ass a bit, enticing but still just not the one.
Let me say, every guy knows when he goes to one of these places what he's looking for. That one that catches your eye, the one that's not your everyday girl. Some guys go for redheads that they normally wouldn't ever date, or bigger breasts than those they usually get to play with. Something outside the usual. You have a smorgasbord of choices and you don't want to be limited, especially if you're going to get more than just a table dance from her. You want a girl from the very beginning that turns you on.
So as Daphne finished her routine I looked at Robert, who was enthralled, and knew he was hooked for at least the next few minutes. "Now gentlemen, let's welcome Cassandra to the mainstage," I looked over. "Hmm, I thought, definitely not my normal type I go for but I like the way she moves, pretty face," I was looking her up and down while processing all this, and then she glanced back over her shoulders, it was dark then so I couldn't tell exactly what color her eyes were but she beamed a come hither smile and damn, if I wasn't hers yet it was almost a lock. Cassandra looked back again as she slid down to the stage floor, her little skirt riding up exposing her ass, she watched my face as she began to wiggle. Everyone else seemed to fade away for a moment as our eyes locked and she danced. I got up and went to tip her, brushing against her ass as I slid the tip into her thigh band.
As I watched her work the pole and spin her way down all I could think was this was at least the girl for the first dance of the evening. Her breasts, small but pert, ass small but toned, and her smile and face, were the real attraction. Yes, I had noticed every inch of her body, make no mistake, but watching a female entertainer's face always seemed primary for me after glancing her body over. Here's why, those women that get trapped into doing this, or hate their job, their eyes are dead, faces even when they smile seem expressionless. You don't want that girl doing your dance, she may be amazing but you know she's only doing it for the money. The other girls might to but those with light in their eyes, having fun, playing it up, those are the ones that 9 times out of 10 will put their everything into a table dance, conversation, lap dance. LIFE!
Cassandra came down off the stage and smiled as she slipped her outfit and shoes back on and then made her way over to where we were sitting. I pushed out a chair for her asking her to sit. From the moment she opened her mouth I knew I wanted her on my lap, we talked, she told us about the pricing for dances and her preferences. She was as cute as could be and I wanted some private time with her. But before that could happen the DJ announced it was two for one table dances, I looked at her, asked her if she'd like to do one right then. She smiled and stood up, "Sure I would," she replied. I handed her the money and she slowly began a sensuous dance. Now you can't touch them and they aren't supposed to touch you at the tables but damn, if my mouth could water right there it would have. Robert even smacked me..." Damn she's hot dude."
What kept me on the edge of my seat was even as she shook what she could right here, she smiled and her eyes constantly watched me to see where I was looking and how much of my interest she had. I actually couldn't wait for the damn two for one dance to end because I wanted to get this over with and get her back in a private area for a lap dance.
As soon as Cassandra finished she sat back down and I offered to buy her a drink, she leaned over, "Or if we go back for a dance you get two, one for you and one for me."
"Let's go!" I told her with a smile.
After paying and getting our drinks ordered, we sat behind a cushion on this extended leather couch. Cassandra started by leaning over my lap, I asked if I could spank and she just smiled and slapped her own ass. "Of course," she whispered. After two decent, feeling out spanks she slid onto the couch with her knee nudging my cock, rubbing it getting a feel for what she was working with.
Cassandra climbed up on my lap and began grinding, we spoke as I ran my hands over her body up and down, teasing her pasty covered nipples and squeezing her ass. I'd like to tell you more but that first ride is a bit of a blur. It felt so good, and she gave it her all for the full time. Towards the end she said I could choke her a bit if I wanted. Damn, right then I'm pretty sure I lost a bit of a load in those boxers. It had been over three months since I touched a woman. So this was sensory overload.
When the dance finished Cassandra said she'd come back and say hi, I immediately headed to the overpriced ATM and pulled out more money. Knowing there'd be a round two for her tonight, although I briefly contemplated the red head working the floor, Cassandra had been perfect. I wanted to try her again to see if that same amazing feel was there. She came back a little while later having been outside on a break and then working the second stage.
She plopped down next to me, and began talking, as Robert was currently engaged with the adorable redhead that we had both ogled a bit. She was giving him a table dance that both Cassandra and I admired while the music played. "She's one of my favorites here," Cassandra sweetly said.
She also pointed out a few girls that came up on the stage and told us to watch the next one coming up on the mainstage, that she was the true pole dancer in the club and probably the best at it. We watched the tall, dark skinned girl work up and down the pole, amazed at her dexterity at flipping around and her strength. In between all this she had pulled out her cellphone and shown us a picture of her adorable daughter. A little while later, knowing we were going to have to leave soon I asked Cassandra if she wanted round 2. Her eyes lit up and she confirmed with a nod and lip bite. This time she didn't hesitate at all she slid up and straddled me and began grinding nearly immediately. My hands found her ass and squeezed, I took a pasty covered nipple between my teeth and ran my tongue around it and generally did everything I could with her.
Cassandra spun around on my lap and put that perfect ass down flexing it around my cock, grinding on it, moaning and playing it up perfectly. I brushed her hair to the side and told her to tap when the pressure got too hard as I squeezed her neck, I bit down in the soft side of her exposed neck as well, her sensuous moans turning me on even more.
"It's not fair you are leaving right after this, I'm going to be horny the rest of the night," she whimpered.
Just as I knew she was getting close, or damn she was good at faking the buildup, I told her to spin around and grind her clit against my cock. I could feel the swollen little nub rocking again me, and I lifted up so that her feet knees weren't touching the seat, letting her rock freely as I grinded against her. I pulled her down and whispered, "Cum for me!"
She definitely soaked the front of my dress pants, so some of that arousal was real, and she whimpered and came, looking pretty tired after she finished. As the bouncer in back told her our time was up, I asked if I could get her number so she could let me know when she worked in the future. But instead of taking her number she gave me her phone and I typed in the number and my name. I got a quick hug and then headed out to find Robert ready to go.
As we left, I figured that was it I wouldn't hear from this girl again. About two days later I got a text from her, telling me who it was and asking how I was doing. Over the next week we chatted about five minutes a day via text. She did finally ask when I'd be coming back, letting me know she'd love for another visit. I told her I'd try the following week and then we flirted a bit back and forth. The next trip was even better. I decided to spend a little extra for a more private couch area. Knowing it would only be one dance this time, and I went by myself after my friend back out so she wouldn't hurt her new boy toy's feelings.
I slipped in about 1 am and when she saw me, Cassandra immediately hopped up from the table she was at and came to sit with me. We talked for a bit and then I asked her to go back to the private area. When she heard the splurge of the minor upgrade she bumped my hip with hers and smiled. We ordered the coinciding champagne that went with that upgrade and she immediately once again started that knee against my cock working it up. She grinded for a few minutes until the champagne got there. This hot little dark skinned girl with a killer British accent brought in our drink and glasses. She also told us a story how she had almost burnt down the private room earlier that evening with the sparkler that goes in the champagne.
As soon as she was gone and we had a drink Cassandra was right back on my lap as I adjusted my cock to go straight up instead of down the leg of my pants this time. She centered on it and grinded away. I whispered in her ear that I wanted her out of here. She needed to break that rule and give in this time. I knew several things about her private life and while this was dangerous territory it was also a thrill. Cassandra grinded away and whimpered that she would love to but she wasn't sure. We still had about ten minutes to go when they announced all alcohol had to be drunk and gone in the next five minutes. So we sat up and finished the champagne off, knowing it was going to hit us both. Cassandra then got a little wilder and rode me hard, as I slipped a hand up brushing her lips her mouth caught my fingers and she sucked. "OMG," I know I gasped, thinking, if she does that for too much longer I'm going to cum right here, right now.
