No one told me I would want to break the rules.
They told me the customers couldn't touch me. They told me I couldn't touch myself "down there". They told me no sexual acts.
I scoffed at their words.
Exotic dancing was just a way to get through college. Sure, it wouldn't have been my parents' first choice of side job, but where else could you work for eight hours and get enough money to pay the rent?
So, I auditioned for The Pussy Cat Club. It seemed easy enough. And the owner seemed to like me. He kept saying something about "easy money" as he stroked his beard. I was scheduled to perform the next night.
I was introduced as a "Virgin to the Stage", which got a rousing cheer from the crowd. I played off my young, college charm and sauntered out in a plaid skirt and white collared button-up, tied at the waist. "Good for You" by Selena Gomez played as I swayed my hips and bit my lip seductively yet shy. They ate it up, and by the time my skirt slipped to the floor, bills had already filled my G-String. I slowly untied the men's button-up shirt and let it hang loosely with my smooth legs peaking out while I danced.
As I made my way around the edge of the stage, my eye caught an older man, aged enough to have silver hair but not enough to have lost his chiseled features. He nodded slightly, beckoning me to him. I bent down so my hips were at eye level, and he whispered, "Baby girl, you belong in my lap, not on that stage." Then he slipped a Benjamin into my G-String. The feeling of his fingers grazing my skin left me breathless.
"Yes sir," I murmered as I rose reluctantly to finish my set.
As I cleaned up back stage, I wondered how a random stranger could have such an intense affect on me. He's as old as my father, I thought to myself as I fixed my costume in preparation for my turn around the floor. I wondered if he would be waiting for me. I tried to ignore the feeling of anticipation that made my pulse increase and my body heat rise.
He's as old as my father, I reminded myself scoldingly.
As I walked out onto the floor, and glanced around the room, seeking my silver fox. He was nowhere to be seen. I breathed out my disappointment as a group of drunk young men called out to me for lap dances. I obliged them with a sweet, sultry smile, indulging their fantasies for a quick 5 minute dance as they swooned and teased each other. As I ground my ass into the crotch of a particularly drunk member of the group, I glanced up--right into the eyes of my silver fox. He was sitting at a table across the room, watching me. My eyes traveled down his body to hand his hand firmly placed on his package in his slacks. His eye contact never wavered, and I realized he was enjoying watching me.
Suddenly, my motivation to please him brought a new passion to my lap dance. My body moved and swayed against the lucky guy beneath me, grinding, rubbing, touching, playing. His friends took notice, whistling in approval as the guy muttered, "fuck yeah" under his breath. Soon I heard his breath start to quicken, and I realized he was going to cum in his jeans. My eyes caught the eyes of my silver fox, and I saw him nod ever so slightly. My eyes locked on his while I rubbed my smooth, tan body against my customer, until he obviously couldn't hold it in anymore. The guy wrapped his arms around me from behind, gripping my bare waist with one hand and groping my breast with the other. His friends cheered and laughed as my boss appeared suddenly to grab me and kick out the group for breaking the rules. In the chaos of the moment, I lost sight of my silver fox and when I turned back, he was gone.
I wondered if he'd liked watching me get off some other guy. I wondered if he'd cum himself just watching me. I wonder why I cared so much about this stranger's approval of me. But it didn't matter. He was gone, and it was closing time.
The girls had the time of their life backstage, teasing me for dry humping a guy right out of the club. "Those boys will definitely be back," they laughed as they applauded my natural talents. I changed out of my costume and into my favorite button-up summer dress. Sleeveless and a soft rose pink, it fell halfway down my thighs and tickled me as I walked. I shouted goodbye to the girls as I walked out the side door toward my car in the parking lot.
"Did you enjoy yourself?"
