I knew that you wouldn't be able to control yourself. I knew that from the second you walked in that door you'd be lost. Your body responding as it always does to the music, and the noise, and the sexiness. Nipples hard, pussy dripping, hands roaming over your gloriously exposed midsection not wanting to confine their touch to such a small area.
You looked at the stages, at the girls, and picked the one you liked the best. She is a tall, lean, blonde, her small tits sitting quite high on her long torso. She was already naked and you knew that her set would be over and you'd miss her if we didn't hurry. Grabbing my hand you lead me to the nearest table and sat me down as you went over to the stage. You laid down your dollar and she quickly took notice. She let go of the poor young kid who had his face pressed in her boobs and started crawling your way. She motioned for you to come near and whispered something into your ear. As she let you go you turned and hopped up on the edge of the stage and lay on your back. She picked up your dollar and rested it right on your lips and nose, then quickly spun and threw one of her legs over your body, her knee coming to rest near your right ear. To the hoots and whistles of the sea of men your show had attracted she slowly dropped her wet pussy onto the dollar and ground her hot cunt onto your lips, with just the bill keeping your hot tongue out of her tight cunt.
She leaned down as she ground and started to pull up your short denim skirt. She wanted to show the audience your panties, but gasped when she got a sight of your dripping pussy. She quickly pulled down your skirt and bolted upright. Swinging her thin leg back over your face and taking the dollar bill, and her sweet smelling cunt, away with it.
You flipped yourself up off the stage and looking around at all of the men staring, walked back over to our table. As you sat, your hand quickly found its way to my cock as you leaned over and gave me a long, wet, kiss, hoping to share some of the remaining juices from your stripper friend. As you wantonly stroke my cock through my pants a group of college-aged kids at a nearby table watch, discussing openly how hot you are and how they would love to get their hands on you. As we hear one of the group say "I would fuck her right here, in front of everyone" you wheel around in your chair and shoot them a demure smile, pulling down my zipper in the process. I know that you can hardly stand it, I know that you are about to pounce on these unsuspecting boys, I know that I'm going to see you covered in their cum, and I hope we don't get arrested.....
You reach in my pants and haul my big, hardening cock out and start to stroke it up and down. All the while you don't take your eyes off of our, suddenly very quiet, audience of three. The boys watch as your hand strokes up and down, mouths open, almost transfixed by your actions. The spell is broken suddenly as your dancer starts to interrupt until she too stops and stares at my cock. She lets out a little moan as she sits down with us. Lost in the moment, she leans into you and kisses your lips. Your mouths open and her tongue darts in deftly caressing yours as they entangle in your kiss. The boys start to get vocal again, hooting at your girl on girl show. As I look over I notice that one even has his cock out, slowly stroking it to the sight before him. She slides out of her chair and into your lap, her hands cupping your head and face as her kisses become rougher, more urgent. Her hand traces down your arm and her fingers wrap around my cock, right above yours, as you continue to stroke up and down my now very long and hard member.