Dr. Barry Smart, a handsome 49-year-old brunet with a slight gut, went into 'Le Strip' at around 11 pm on Saturday night. The owner of the Hamilton, Ontario strip club approached him as he, sulking, was looking for a place to sit.
"So, trouble at home, eh?" the owner asked, having previously chatted with Barry on the phone.
"Yeah," Barry said with a sigh.
"Well, we'll help you forget about that, eh? Our good friend to the business," the boss said, leading him to the tip rail. "Come sit here at perverts' row: a really hot-looking blonde will be on stage next. She'll cheer you up, for sure."
Hearing that lifted Barry's spirits a bit, and he sat at the tip rail. Indeed, he would be cheered up, for a minute or so later, a blonde, curvaceous young stripper with big tits came up on stage wearing a glittery gold dress and high heels, her face made up like a prostitute. His frown turned into a smile instantly.
"OK, everybody," the DJ announced. "Let's hear it for this very sexy lady...Wanda!"
Everyone in the bar started cheering, whistling, and clapping loudly for her as she began dancing to her first song, 'Material Girl', by Madonna. As she went from one side of the stage to the other, smiling and shaking her tits, she surveyed the area; then she saw Barry in his navy blue Armani suit.
Oh, yeah, she thought, grinning lewdly at him. That's who I want.
She gave him a generous amount of attention for the length of the song, smiling at him and drawing his attention to her T and A. As the song faded, she unzipped her dress at the back and let it drop on the floor, revealing her pink bra and frilly thong. Everyone cheered and clapped; Barry was grinning and enjoying his hard-on, for the moment completely forgetting what had been bothering him before.
Her second song was 'Stupid Girl' by Garbage. As she danced to this song, she affected a ditzy girl facial expression, with widened eyes and pursed lips. She unclipped her bra during the bridge leading up to the chorus. Standing facing all her lecherous watchers, who were eagerly, impatiently waiting to see her tits, Wanda held her bra clips over her nipples, covering them while showing off a generous amount of breast. At the singing of the words 'stupid girl', she whipped off her bra with a big titty wiggle and a feigned look of shock, as if only now realizing all the men had seen her tits.
They were natural beauties: big, round, firm, and hanging just naturally enough to be obviously not silicone, but not sagging in the slightest. Her areolae were each about a quarter in diameter, a slightly darker peach colour to that of the surrounding skin.
As this second song faded out, she took off her thong, showing off a trimmed tuft of brown pubic hair. Everyone cheered when the song was over. She took off her heels; she was now completely naked, looking over at Barry and smiling. Enthralled, he grinned right back up at her.
Her third song was 'Bad Girl' by Madonna. Though she had to be fair to everyone watching, she made sure he got good, generous peeks at her pussy and asshole. Indeed, whenever she showed off that second, honey-coloured hole, which was often, she looked back at him with a facial expression that was hard for Barry to interpret: did she simply not care that he was fantasizing about fucking her ass, or was she deliberately encouraging such fantasies?
When her song was finished, she went to the back of the stage to get her purse and a drink. He got up and quickly went over to see her.
"Could you come with me into a VIP room, please?" he asked.
"Sure," she said, and taking only her purse and drink, went naked with him into a private room.
He sat on a sofa, and she, setting her purse and drink on a side table, sat on his lap. His pointy erection poked against her clitoris, which was already getting wet.
"Mmm," she squealed with flattery. "Somebody's pleased to see me."
"You have a very beautiful body," he moaned.
"Thank you," she said. Even though they had sat down during the middle of a song, she didn't wait for the next song to start before rubbing her bum against his cock.
"The next song...hasn't started yet," he sighed.
"That's OK. I don't mind getting you revved up a bit for free." She sipped her drink, a tequila sunrise.
Wow, that's generous, he thought.
The next song began; appropriately, it was AC/DC's 'Let's Get It Up'. She got up, spread her legs, and bent over, showing him her asshole and pussy, which were inches from his face. She looked back at him upside-down from between her legs; amused at the hypnotized expression on his face as he scrutinized both holes, she giggled, reached over and tickled his chin with her index and long fingers.
Noticing him sniffing, she giggled and tickled him again, saying, "I'm a little stinky back there."
"That's OK," he said, still audibly sniffing. "I like it."
"Oh? But it's so gross-smelling."
"Not if it comes from you."
"Oh, you're so sweet." She tickled his chin again, then straightened up, turned around and pushed her breasts against his face. "What's your name?"
"Barry," he said, shaking her hand. "Dr. Barry Smart, gynaecologist."
"Really? You're a doctor?" She sat on his lap, facing him. Massaging the impressively long, thick bulge in his pants, she then asked, "Do you know about STDs?"
"Yes, it's my...specialty. Oh!"
"Can you examine me, please?" She got up, turned around, spread her legs and bent over so he could see her two holes again. She adjusted the light switch on the nearby lamp so it would be at the brightest setting. "I had sex with this guy two nights ago, including anal. Can you check if anything looks wrong down there? You can touch."
"DId he wear a condom?" Barry asked, gently stretching open her vagina and fingering her inner walls.
"No," she said, moaning from his sensitive touch, her pussy getting wetter. "He said...he didn't like...condoms. Ooh...I learned today...he is...bisexual...Oh!"
"Ooh, that's bad," Barry said, pulling his finger out of her cunt.
"I know, I'm dumb," she said, still bent over. I did a dumb thing. I always do dumb things."
"Hey, don't put yourself down."
"My possibly having STDs: that doesn't make me less attractive to you, does it?"
"Of course not: you're as hot as they come. But you do need to be tested for HIV."
"I don't look like anything else is wrong, eh?"
"Your pussy looks and feels perfect," he said, sighing his sincerity.
"What about my asshole?"
"I'll check." He put his finger in her rectum an inch, feeling around the rectal walls and getting both himself and her very horny. "Does it hurt...to touch?"
"No...it feels good," she sighed.
"So when he fucked your ass, he didn't tear your anal walls at all?"
"No,...I don't...think so. Oh!"
"Well, that's encouraging." He pulled his finger out and sniffed it, liking the faecal odour. "Still, you should come over to my clinic for a thorough examination. I have all my equipment there, and unlike here, there's decent lighting."
"Thanks, Doctor," she said, and sat on his pointy lap again, grinding away. "Can I come tomorrow? I don't wanna wait."
"Sure, but there won't...be a nurse...on Sundays."
"That's OK; I'm used to being naked in front of you."
"No problem. Can you be...there at lunchtime?" He gave her his name card, and pointed out the address to his clinic.
"Sure, no problem. Thanks." She put the name card in her purse, then sipped her drink again.
He cupped her breasts in his arms, gently squeezing them. Then he put his hand on her pussy and fingered her hard clitoris.
"You're not scared...of getting AIDS...from touching me?" she asked.
"Of course not," he groaned. "You can't get AIDS...just from touching. I don't even...have cuts on..my fingers. Oh!"
"Please keep...feeling my pussy...I'm almost there. Ah!" she squealed. She got up, turned around, and sat on his lap, facing him. He was now sliding his finger in and out of her dripping wet cunt, tickling her G-spot. His other hand felt its way into her butt-crack, searching for her anus. She spread her buttocks out wide so his finger could find her pretty, puckered, brown ass-lips; she moaned softly as his fingertip caressed her anal orifice. "You like...anal sex, Doctor? Oh..."
"I've never tried it, but I'm curious." Oh, Wanda, please don't have any STDs! he thought, panting from her hand's massaging of his hard-on; I don't dare whip out my cock, but oh, how I want to!
"I'm gonna come!" she squealed, getting up and sitting on the couch opposite him. With her legs spread out wide, she masturbated briefly for his greedy eyes to watch. Her long finger slid in and out of her wet pussy, tickling her G-spot, while her index finger flickered against her clitoris. Her other hand stretched the whole wide open for Barry's viewing pleasure. Then she gushed her orgasm in an arc onto the floor between his legs. "Ah!"
He stared with his eyes and mouth agape. "What an amazing ejaculation," he sighed.
"Thanks for helping...me get off," she panted, leaving her legs spread out wide for him.
"This is for you," he said, giving her a roll of money.
She counted it. "This is $2,000. You sure you wanna give me this much?"
"Absolutely. Thanks for entertaining me so well tonight. I all but forgot what was getting me down earlier. And I'll see you tomorrow at noon in my clinic." He got up and left.
She put the money in her purse. $2,000 for just a few lap dances, she thought; he's a big spender. I'll bet he's loaded. That's the man I want, all right.
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Wanda arrived in his clinic at 11:55 am, so eager was she to see him. She was wearing a tight green T-shirt, tight blue jeans, and runners, but no make-up. Not that she needed cosmetics: she had a naturally pretty face.
"Come on in," he said after hearing her knock on the door. He was wearing humbler clothes today--a polo shirt and jeans--but that didn't matter to her: she knew he had lots of cash.
"Hi," she said, putting her purse on his desk. "I guess I can get naked for you now, can I?"
