A friend turned me on to a web-site that reviews all the local strip clubs. I had not been to one since college and I was nearly 40 and I knew my wife would not approve. I figured I would check out the web-site but never go to one of the clubs. I logged onto the site and starting reading.
The clubs had a lot more than just girls getting naked. Many of the customer reviewers talked about "mileage", how far a dancer would go in the private booths at the back of the club. I could not believe what I was reading. Apparently, some dancers did lots more than others and the website had all the details. Certain clubs (the ones that didn't sell liquor) were the highest mileage and I got hard just reading the hints and suggestions about what might go down there.
Weeks went by and I read the website a few more times, enjoying the illicit thrill of something that was so forbidden. My wife would be furious if I went to a strip club and spent our money on some slutty stripper. Maybe, that made me think about it even more.
I was driving through the industrial suburbs, coming back from a meeting in the afternoon when I realized I was close to one of the clubs I had read about. One of the nastiest ones. I'm lying, I had known I was going by this club all along. My wife was working until the evening so I could get home before her and she would never know. This was my chance and I pulled off the highway, towards the club in an unincorporated part of the county β probably the reason the reputation was so raunchy.
The parking lot was only partially full since it was 3pm on a weekday. The website had said that the dayshift was the time to go for the most mileage. I paid my entrance fee and went into the darkness. I stood near the door, letting my eyes adjust.
The place was not that huge β the carpets were worn and the dΓ©cor was nothing to speak of. The place was dark and seedy β made just so girls could get naked and get the guys into the private booths. The bar was off to one side and I could see the shapes of the dancers moving around as my eyes adjusted.
On stage was a dancer with big, fake breasts and a rock hard physique. She looked to be a bit over 30, but obviously worked out like a fiend. She was not really my type, but I could tell by her nasty moves that this was exactly the kind of club I wanted. There were ten or so other guys in here and I sat away from the stage by myself.
A waitress approached me and took my order for a sprite β her low-cut top showing off her body. The women were sexy, but there was something about the dirtiness of it that was the most exciting. I liked the fact that this was "wrong" and that I was here to get as dirty as possible with one of these dancers.
A few of the dancers came by and asked if I wanted to go back to one of the VIP booths. The first was an older Latin woman with massive breasts. She boldly grabbed my cock through my jeans and asked if I wanted a blowjob. That almost blew my mind. I could not believe she was so up-front about it. She was not my type and I passed. Up next was an aging beach blonde type in a bikini who sat in my lap and rubbed her tan ass on my now hard shaft. She offered a similar deal, but she smelled like smoke and booze, which was a bit of a turn-off. She stumbled off and then I saw ...
A sexy young girl with dark hair and a couple of tattoos. She had that Suicide Girls look down pat with a pair of tiny shorts and thin, wife-beater tank top that showed off her B-cup breasts. I watched her walk and she saw me looking β a signal (I hoped) for her to come over. She was exactly my type.
The girl sat down and I could tell she had to be 20 years old. Her body was thin, with just a hint of curves in her breasts and her soft hips. She sat in the chair next to me and said her name was Phoenix. She was flirting, but her style was half-way between little girl lost and a slut. Her face was very pretty and we talked for a bit and I got her to smile. I asked about the dance prices and she told me the deal β explaining how the best deal was to buy multiple dances in the VIP rooms. I told her I was unsure, but then she leaned close and kissed me right on the lips. This was not a peck, it was a hungry, sexual kiss with her tugging on my lower lip with her teeth like a girlfriend. That settled it. We headed to the back for some private dances.
As we moved through the club I walked behind Phoenix and watched her ass. Her hips were rounder than I had thought, a killer package. Young and dirty β my perfect fantasy. Phoenix said we would start at the beginning of the next song. We found the VIP booth farthest from the door and settled in. Phoenix pulled the curtain closed and tucked it in along the sides of the booth so no one could see in. Phoenix had a small lunch-box like purse she set on the floor near the wall. There was a single large chair β almost a loveseat β against one wall.
Phoenix came over and sat in my lap and we talked a bit more. She was not as porn-star flirtatious as the other dancers, but she had me instantly rock hard inside my jeans. Phoenix leaned in close and we kissed some more. It felt like bolts of electricity going through my body. Who knew where this girl's lips had been, but right then I was beyond caring. Her slender body wiggled against me and I she sighed with every kiss.
The next song began and she said that our dances were about to begin. She stood up and my lap felt empty. Phoenix peeled off her thin tank top and I saw that her left nipple was pierced with a silver barbell. My cock throbbed.