I was standing next to my car, hanging onto the open door tentatively. I compulsively played with my keys as I shivered in my short black dress. He looked at me expectantly.
“I’ve changed my mind, Ron,” I said in a small voice. “I can’t do it. It’ll be weird! What if I’m the only girl? Maybe we should just go…”
He sighed, and said in an exasperated voice, “You’ve been talking about this for ages. If you don’t want to go, that’s fine. But I think you do.”
I felt my resolve stiffening. I was going to be brave. I was going to be sexy for my lover. I locked the car, closed the door, resolutely straightened my dress, and grabbed Ron’s arm. I flashed my ID, walked by the bright lights, and we were there. I was at my first strip club. It may not seem like a big deal, but I had been having bisexual thoughts for a long time. I had seen girls in the locker room and at slumber parties, but I had never seen a naked woman showing off her leather-encased pussy. It was a big day.
We walked in to a large area of tables and chairs, and two stages at either end. We sat for a while, examining the various women as they walked by. I felt my pussy grow wet in simple adoration for these women with such beautiful bodies. We decided to move closer to the stage, to get in on the action.
The next song started, and a bottle blond swaggered off the stage. The next girl was up, and the moment we saw her, our hearts started beating a little faster. She was hot. She was the kind of girl that other girls hate, and that guys are scared of. She was dressed in black leather thigh high boots and a small black thong. She looked like she wasn’t to be messed with. As she moved her body around the stage, she swung her shoulder-length black hair and writhed around on the pole. She was coming towards me. I was intimidated, and amazingly tingly. I am not a meek girl, but I don’t tend to wear leather. This chick was a different kind of hot than my kind, and this was a hugely intriguing, as well as amazingly sexy.
She moved towards me, and picking up a dollar bill, whispered “Take it from me, baby,” as she put it in her mouth.
I hesitated for what seemed like ages, until my boyfriend pushed me forward anxiously. Tilting my head, I opened my mouth and felt the bill against my tongue. I could smell her feminine scent, the heat of her mouth, and her soft hair touched my face. An audible gasp was heard among the neighboring men as we came centimeters from a kiss. She smiled at me, half lustfully, half tenderly.
“Mmm, baby, that was hot!” Ron whispered. “What did you think?”
“I think I’m confused about my sexual orientation!” I responded. “It’s amazing to be so close to a woman. So much softer than with a man.”
“I think she has something for you, baby,” Ron said. She had been looking over at me throughout her song, but I was skeptical.
“She sees tons of girls here all the time. Girls hotter than I am!” I responded. “It’s her job to make people feel wanted.”
I would find out that evening that I was very wrong.
Her number soon ended and we wandered to another table, sipping Cokes and talking convivially, enjoying the experience we were sharing. We had discussed whether or not I would get a lap dance, and although I was hesitant, I wanted to feel a woman’s touch again. We were debating back and forth when SHE walked by. Ron took the initiative, tapping her on the arm.
“Excuse me,” he said, “would you mind giving my girlfriend and I a lapdance?”
“Sure,” she responded with a friendly smile. “Go sit by that curtain. I’ll be out in a minute.”
Since each dancer gave lapdances for two songs, we decided to split the dance. She came from behind the curtain, and introduced herself as Paris. We told her our plans, and looking us both up and down, she quickly acquiesced.
It was Ron’s turn first. I have to admit that I was a little reluctant to have another woman put her hands all over my boyfriend. That was until I saw the look on his face as she performed her dance. She caressed his face with her breasts. She bent over in front of him, displaying her perfect small, round ass. She ran her fingernails up and down his legs, across his chest, and through his hair. His mouth was hanging over and his eyes were glazed. I was doing the same. I couldn’t believe how much it turned me on to see another woman on my man. Just his look made me wet, as I could tell how much he was enjoying it.
It was then my turn. She could tell I was a little nervous. She sat next to me, and we talked idly for a few minutes. Thus relaxed, she got between my legs and began running her hands up and down my legs.
“Very smooth,” she commented. “Very sexy.”
This was definitely going well. I felt her soft breasts against my face, wondering in the scent of her beautiful femininity. She rubbed her cheeks against mine, as she ran her hands up and down my body. It took all my willpower not to embrace her in my arms. I had often wondered what it would be like to touch the soft bodies of the girls in my gym classes, what it would be like to make soft love to a female classmate. I was now satisfying a little of my curiosity. I pried my eyes off her body and looked up to see my boyfriend salivating, his eyes heavy with lust. Looking around, I saw that quite a few men in the area were in the same condition.
She rubbed her ass on my pussy, she rubbed her leather-clad legs against my bare legs. Her scent was intoxicating, and her smooth skin writhed so tantalizingly close to my hands and lips.
The song ended. I couldn’t have been more disappointed. She stood up, and as we slipped her a few bills, she whispered, “You two are a very sexy couple. Thanks for the good time.”
We decided to leave on this high note. On our way out, a bouncer caught Ron by the arm. We exchanged an alarmed look, until the bouncer said, “Paris asked me to give this to you.” He slipped a piece of paper into Ron’s hand, and added, “You’re lucky. She never does this.” He winked as he told us good night.
We waited until we got outside to read the note. It read: “Meet me here at 1 am. I’ll be done with work then.”
It was 15 minutes ‘til, so we decided to wait in the warmth of the car. The minutes seemed to drag by. At 1:02, there was a knock on the window. I unlocked the doors, and she climbed in the back of my car. She was now wearing a tight pair of jeans, and a great red tank top that really accented her complexion.
We exchanged pleasantries, which were surprisingly without awkwardness. I think we had all felt a connection at the club, as unusual as that sounds. The only tension in the air was sexual. I could see a huge bulge in Ron’s pants, and maybe even a spot of wetness.
She immediately took control of the situation.
“We can go to my place,” she said in a smooth voice.
I pulled out of the parking lot, and as I did so, I felt hands on my neck.
