"More from Jazmine...," he growled.
She unhooked her bra and holding her breasts with both hands she ever teasingly pulled it to the floor and more cash kept coming her direction. Her incredible tits we're now on display for all to see as she rubbed and teased her nipples, even pushing them up one at a time to touch them with the end of her tongue. By this time I imagined every cock in the house wanted her. I was almost embarrassed that I was hard too but the way she moved there was no choice. She owned this.
Then she did it...leaning with her back against the pole she went into a slow squat and touched herself then asked one guy on either side of her to pull down her G-string with their finger and as she stood up it slid down those gorgeous legs until it too was on the floor and she was completely nude. All the cash that had been stuffed in there came falling to the floor like autumn leaves. There was so much cash littered about you couldn't see the stage floor.
Oh, shit.
The entire room went oddly quiet as she squatted down the pole again spreading her legs for all to see. Her pussy was like a billboard for "fuck me, I'm horny as hell" and I think that every guy in there wanted to do just that including the owner, the bouncer and the bartender. Hell, even the girls looked like they wanted to fuck her. I wanted to fuck her.
And then as the song came to an end, legs still spread, she grabbed hold of her tits, closed her eyes and a single drop of spittle fell from her lower lip, ran down her breast and hit the stage. You could have heard a pin drop. Even the DJ had nothing to say. After maybe a minute or so, that felt like an hour, the DJ said, "And that was Jazmine!".
The girls all came back on the stage and the customer vote took about 15 seconds. She had won amateur night and it wasn't even close.
With that announcement she went around collecting the discarded pieces of her clothing, being held up numerous times by guys wanting private dances or time in the VIP rooms, at least those were the requests I could hear. I'd been in a couple of clubs on business trips and seen strippers but I'd never seen something like this. A stripper's goal is to get you to take them for private dances because that's where the money is made but I'd never seen a feeding frenzy. Guys were coming out of the woodwork to get to her. Unfortunately for them, amateurs were not allowed to go for private dances, I read that in the rules they provided, and that put me a little more at ease.
I watched as the owner guided her back to his office (I was very nervous about that) and I waited patiently until they talked and we could go home after she collected her winnings. She'd done it and I assumed that would be enough to get her to move on to something else but when she emerged from the office she came running over excitedly to tell me the owner wanted to hire her to dance regularly.
Oh no. I didn't think of this twist.
I was a buzzkill for sure, saying something like "I don't think you should do it" and I added, "I'll never see you again if you start dancing".
"No, it'll work out perfect," she said, "because he said I could work the day shift while you're at work!" I was again in shock.
Oh no...
"Angie, what happened up there tonight?," I asked, "When you started dancing I lost you, and you were nothing but pure sex for anonymous men. A woman named Jazmine took your place. Every guy in here wanted to jump up on that stage and fuck your brains out. What happened to you?"
"There's something going on with me sexually that I have to work out. When I was up on that stage I was in control of this whole room and I knew it and it was a tremendous rush...almost like a drug. I needed those men to want me so bad they'd cum in their pants at the mere thought of it. I know you love me and I love you but I needed this sexual intensity for some reason. I don't quite understand all of my feelings but I wanted to drive all those men to such craziness that all they wanted was to fuck me every which way and empty their bank accounts to do it. Please don't let go of me through all of this because I don't want to lose you and no matter what happens here, at the end of the day I'll always be yours."
"One more favor, honey," she said, "see that guy at the end of the bar? He wants to take me back for a couple of private dances. Now that I officially work here I can do it. The owner explained what you can and can't do in private. Hang in a little bit longer so I can do this one guy and we can go. I need to get my feet wet."
Before I could even register a complaint she jumped up and guided the guy back to the private area. They were gone for maybe 4 or 5 songs until he came out smiling and she came out adjusting her bra and primping her obviously tousled hair.
Then this happened...I don't know who he thought I was to her but, seeing that I was holding all the money she was raking in, some guy walked over and offered me $500 to take her to the motel on the next block for an hour. He said I could watch if I liked. I was breathing fire and just glared at him until he slinked away. I was also on my 'whatever number' martini.
I didn't say anything else that evening. We drove home in silence and when we got into bed she went after it like an escort, making love to me in ways that she'd never done before. I didn't understand anything of what happened at that club and nothing was the same from then on. I didn't want her going back because I knew it would drive me insane.
Let's just say the story didn't end there...
