As we entered the club I could feel heads swivel and take notice. I could understand the reason. How often are you sitting in a strip club and someone walks in with a beautiful woman wearing a tight black dress, high heels and a stride that lets you know she knows she's beautiful?
We choose two seats next to each other one row away from the stage. The club was fairly full, maybe forty to fifty patrons...I saw a few women in the crowd but it was overwhelming male. We had chosen this club specifically because the customers were more upscale than most clubs, mostly businessmen with a smattering of younger people, the dress code keeping the crowd looking professional or trendy.
As my eyes adjusted to the relative darkness in the club my attention was drawn to the stage...it was about waist-high with a reflective steel bar about 6 inches above the edge that served as a very low railing, surrounded by seats. When we had come in it was empty but as I watched, the announcer started a song and the lights dimmed. I glanced over at her and could see that she was staring at the stage...from my vantage point I could only see her face, shoulders and chest. I knew her well enough to know that she was definitely enjoying the anticipation...
The lights rose and a dancer walked on stage from behind a black curtain at the back..."walked" was an understatement, strutted would be a better description. The dancer was about 5' 8", wearing a red bikini that barely covered her breasts with a bottom that tied on both sides...long blond hair, not straight but a little wavy, definitely a tight body. She made her way to the pole and began her dance...it was obvious that she was a seasoned professional.
I looked across at the seat next to me and I saw that the stare hadn't faded...as I looked at her, I could see the dancer slowly take off her top out of the corner of my eye. I watched her slowly lick her lips. The stare didn't stop but I could see the moisture on her lips on top of her lip gloss...I could also start to see her chest rising and falling a little more rapidly, the sheer material of her black dress tight against her skin. I knew that the stripper was only providing superficial entertainment...just an appetizer to the main course.
We both watched as patrons moved to the stage and soon there very few empty seats around the stage. The dancer stood in the middle of the stage, hooked her fingers on the string bikini on both of her hips and pulled the knot loose. Her bikini fell to the stage, her skin slightly glistening. She was athletic but curvy, D cups with an ass that had a serious curve.
She began to work the crowd around the stage, moving around from customer to customer. I noticed that as she got close to the tip rail some patrons were reaching up to touch her, lightly touching her stomach if she was facing them, touching her ass if she had her back to them. As I watched her tease a customer directly in front of me, on her knees with her hair falling over her chest and leaning over the tip rail, I felt a hand clasp mine.
I looked over and she had an excited look in her eyes and a devious smile. There was an instant where it seemed like we were both confirming that we were going to do this, we were going to go through with it. I gave her a slow smile and a slight nod...we had discussed it before many times but we'd never actually gotten this close.
She didn't need any more encouragement...she let go of my hand and slowly rose from the seat. As she stood up and began to walk away from me, swaying her hips in her short dress, her ass tight under it, I couldn't think of a better place to be. A slight twinge of jealousy, of anxiety, of fear crawled into my stomach...some last second hesitations. I knew that this was part of pushing the envelope, exploring new things. I tried to distract myself by returning my attention to the blonde but my mind was completely focused on what was going to happen.
After a few minutes the song slowly winded down and the blonde gathered the cash on the stage, grabbed her bikini, put it back on and walked down a stairway next to the stage. I was dimly aware of her starting to move through the crowd when the stage lights dimmed again and a house music song came on. My hands unconsciously clenched as I saw the lights come up and a hand part the curtain at the back of the stage...the same hand that was holding mine only minutes ago.
She walked out onto the stage slowly, not hesitantly, but it was obvious that this was a new experience for her. The crowd could sense it and I could feel the raw energy in the club ratchet up. Her sophisticated beauty, her instinctual sensuality and her authenticity combined to make her an extremely rare experience at a club. The few empty seats at the stage quickly filled, probably fifteen people total, mostly men but with two women as well.
She was wearing black high heels, straps around her ankles...her tight black dress barely covering her ass, long legs glistening in the lights. The top of the dress left her shoulders bare, thin straps keeping it on. Her long hair slowly moved as she swayed her head slightly from side to side and she walked to the center of the stage. A smile crept across her lips as she glanced at the stage, the seats around it and then at me.