The Awakening Of Angie Ch 01

(Note: while Angie is the principal narrator, the narration shifts occasionally to other relevant characters.)

(Angie)

When David and I got married a couple of years earlier I stopped working because our plan was to start having children right away and I would be a full time mom. David was making enough for the both of us so we could afford to do that. The problem was I wasn't getting pregnant and David sort of made comments like maybe he wasn't ready yet and we should enjoy just the two of us for awhile.

I understood that point of view but I still wasn't working and I had a lot of idle time to explore myself, to find those things that motivated or excited me.

I had always been a very sexual person and, believe me, that was a big reason David was drawn to me in the first place. We fell in love and I channeled all that energy into our sex life. Unfortunately, that left a considerable amount of down time where my energy had nowhere to go.

I began to really study sex and my sexual desires and needs. Unexpectedly, I found that I enjoyed porn. It was almost a shock because it was generally assumed that women shouldn't have any interest in porn. Porn was for guys because they're very visual about sex and most fantasy scenarios had women being dominated by horny guys with oversized dicks. But then I thought, well sometimes I really like being dominated, a man just overwhelming me with raw animal sex. And that, as it turned out, was just the tip of the iceberg.

I started looking into more unconventional things like bondage, group sex, swinging and assorted fetishes. Each in it's own way turned me on to varying degrees and while I would have limits to those interests I found myself unexpectedly aroused by much of it, even if they were relegated to only fantasies. I tried to think of where I could go, within my marriage, and experience some of this.

I had always been fascinated with strippers and the control and power that went with providing men with a fantasy that they paid for but ultimately couldn't take home with them. I admit to an attraction to sexual control but there was also the personal arousal that accompanied the seduction of these men. Men could be led around by the suggestion (only a suggestion) that they could fuck me and that idea made me hot as hell. I had to try it. I had to walk into a room of hungry wolves and use my raw power to make them crave me, beg for me, empty their bank accounts for me...it was a huge turn on.

Oh ya, and I knew I was, as they say, a hottie. Five feet four with a killer figure and long beautiful dark brown hair and dark brown eyes. Men stared at me constantly and I was pretty certain what they were thinking.

The catch was getting David to let me do this. He would freak out but I was sure I couldn't do it without him and his support. That was the safety/fear part. I had no idea how you get your mate to help you seduce other men but I was going to try. After calling him at work I only revealed that I wanted him to take me somewhere. We'd talk about it when he got home.

When he got home I ran to greet him and show him how excited I was over this potential night out and how much it meant to me. Curiosity was killing him and he asked me over and over what this big reveal was all about. I just couldn't figure out how to say it.

I even tried to ease into it by asking him if he thought I was sexy and, of course, being my champion, he went on about my beauty, and was almost poetic. But I had to just ask...

"David, don't freak out but I want you to take me to The Pleasure Palace so I can enter the amateur contest. If I win it pays a hundred and fifty bucks but I don't care about the money. I just really want to try this and I need you there with me."

"That's a strip club, Ang. You want to take your clothes off at a strip club?"

I told him how important this was to me and how I wanted to know what it felt like. The other thing I asked is that he be there so I'd feel safe. I'd never even been in a strip club much less get on stage.

He protested as much as he could until my resolve wore him down. I felt guilty putting him in such an uncomfortable situation but I also knew he'd cave. I needed to find out something about myself sexually and there wasn't a more direct way to do that than step onstage in a room full of men and demand their attention with my body. They might get off but I was going to get off too.

We wandered around the house pretending to be doing something purposeful but all I could think about was what this was going to feel like and I suspect he was doing the same but his thoughts were likely filled with dread and apprehension. Was I being a terrible wife asking him do this? Probably. I just wanted him to know that I was with him always and even if they liked me I was going home with him. I was freaked...but I just had to do it!

After getting my hair and makeup in order we took off to the club and signed in by 9:30 for the 10pm start time. My competition were mainly beer fueled younger girls in their street clothes who were doing this on a boyfriend dare or thinking they could make a few bucks. I was older and my motivation was what would put me in the winners circle.

I dressed to kill, in a skin tight deep purple dress that was so short that my hot little behind crept slightly out from under. When I walked out of the women's restroom I was switched on and I knew they were already checking me out. About halfway down the bar area some guy held me up for a second with a hand placed on my ass, leaned in and whispered, "I've got something in my pants that would go great with that dress."

I laughed him off and kept my hips in motion to the stage. I was so confident I was thinking, 'Ya, buddy, after I'm done up there you're gonna need plenty of cash to touch this ass.' Knowing what I know now I was way overconfident but I think I realized that overconfidence was the only way I could make myself step on stage.

I christened myself, Jazmine, and from the moment I walked out on the floor I thought I was the hottest piece of ass on the planet. I said it over and over in my head till I had no doubts. At this point I didn't know Angie anymore. I just oozed sexual energy and if your cock had radar it picked up my presence immediately. Most heads (big and little) were turned in my direction.

I was set to go on next and I knew one thing for sure, if I wanted to turn them on I'd have to turn myself on. "Next up," said the DJ, "this is Jaaaaazzzzzzmine". One of the customers gallantly offered me a hand up on the stage and then I was lost in the music.

I don't recall much of my performance. All I remember is that I moved like a sex starved cat in heat and guys just wanted a piece of me. After slithering out of my dress, all the way across the runway hands were reaching out to stick bills in my G-string and cop a feel at the same time. I ate it up. The more that they desired me the more I wanted to be desired. In my irrational heat I almost wanted one of them to break the rules, jump on stage, pull their dick out and lay into me. When I went into this I wanted them to lust after me but as it progressed I was craving their attention. Essentially I was egging on a large pack of wolves to fuck me silly. My every move made them think this was possible.

I'd spent so much time in a haze I didn't even realize I'd gotten to the other side and hadn't even taken off my top. The DJ kicked in another sexy song because he could see the response and the fact that I needed more stage time. Everybody hung on the reveal because the tease was so potent so I took it up several levels. After I dropped my bra I had no intention of going any further even though it was an all nude club...except I couldn't put the brakes on. I was on fire and had to go all the way so I guided the fingers of two guys to either side of my G-string and as they gently pulled down I eased out of the last piece of clothing. Then, straight legged, I bent completely over, grabbing my ankles, to put my wares on display. You might as well have hung a sign on my ass that said, 'Fuck here'.

As the song ended I closed my eyes and stood up still leaning against the pole. It was like an out of body experience where half of me didn't know what I'd just done and the other half watched my every move from the audience.

When it was over the place went crazy and I looked for David to get my bearings but I was thrown off to see the shock on his face. The vote was quick and I was the landslide winner.

Seeing David was enough to temporarily bring me back to reality and I started going around to gather up my stray discarded clothing. But by the time I had my bra and G-string back in place, guys were falling all over themselves wanting private dances or whatever I'd agree to. I have to admit my ego was lapping it up and I wanted to try it but I knew in the house rules they'd given us that amateurs couldn't provide that service so that was my excuse.

Then the owner guided me back to his office to deliver the winnings and tell me how incredible I was and would I consider dancing full time at the club. "You could make a LOT of money," he said, holding my hand. I was wildly flattered but politely declined saying I was married and needed to be home at night. He countered by offering that most dancers had boyfriends or husbands and I could dance the day shift if it would work better.

I shouldn't have responded without talking to David first but in the glow of all the strokes I was getting I impulsively said 'yes' and we agreed I'd start the following Monday. We went over some basic rules of the club and then he added that if I wanted to I could take a few of those admirers out there for private dances before going home. His come on was, "They're just dying to give you their money."

I was wishing he hadn't said that because I already wanted to do it but for sure David wanted to go home. Maybe just one private dance to get used to it. He'd understand and then we could go. When I went back out to our booth and told David about my new employment he freaked and tried to talk me out of it. I spelled it out in detail that he was my man and nobody was taking his place...that this adventure was something else altogether and please support me.

I jumped up and got the guy from the bar. "If you're still interested, I'm interested," I said, as a lot of other envious guys looked on. "What's your name?" I asked. "Tom," he said, "and you were incredible up there."

"Let's go, handsome," and I took his hand and led him back to one of the private booths with a large mirror in it. The booth was, for safety's sake, not completely private and there was a bouncer up in the front of the club using monitors in case something should get out of line. I had nothing more to go on but what I'd seen and read online so I took off everything, sat next to him on the padded bench with my hand on his thigh and waited for the next song to start. He seemed like a nice guy and we small talked for a minute or so while he stared at my body and then...

I straddled him and slowly moved my crotch back and forward on his lap until I could feel his cock getting hard. I let him have free roaming privileges as long as he didn't go too far. Basically the only thing off limits was my vagina...look but don't touch. I kissed his neck and ear and then he went after my breasts and sucked my nipples, flicking his tongue until my nipples were hard. I didn't totally know what to expect in private but I was sort of getting turned on a little bit and the thought that this guy would have given anything to shove his dick up my vulnerable pussy got me going even more. Predictably I was first time nervous when we began but I was loosening up only because my clit was getting inadvertently stimulated in the process. He was progressively more intense and grabbed my wrists, pinning my arms to the bench while the grinding picked up speed. Holding me down scared me for a second but then he let go and grabbed my ass with both hands, moving me like I was a fucking machine. It surprised me that I came once during this. He took a handful of my hair with one hand while dry humping my wet vagina. Not long after the 3rd song he let out a deep grunt and orgasmed.

And it was over. Tom had a happy, cum soaked crotch and I made $80 for about 15 minutes of fantasy fucking. But as I was putting my modest clothing back on I wondered how dancing onstage and doing these private fantasies all day would feel. This would be my job and it was uncharted territory. I was to become a professional play toy for all sorts of men and that would include men I didn't particularly like. Tom paid me plus a $15 tip, we hugged and walked back out to the bar area.

After other guys saw me come out of private I fought off a torrent of offers, leaving a trail of horny disappointment. I did, though, use the moment as an advertisement for my debut on Monday. A lot of them said they'd leave work early to see me and, in several cases, they were retired so they could easily make the time. Obviously, my pole dance made an impression.

David and I drove home and though we were quiet the whole trip, all I could think of was ways to make it up to him for sticking with me when lesser guys would have handed me cab fare and gone home. He clearly did not want to talk about it so when we got in bed the only thing left in my arsenal was what I began the night with and that was sex. I made love to him using the same oozing sex I slinked across the club runway with and then we fell asleep.