A few years back my bf and I were on a vacation. I had just started exploring my bisexuality, and told my bf that I wanted to see what it felt like to get a couples lap dance from a woman. He, unsurprisingly, didn't complain about that idea.
So on one of our last nights of the trip, we found this cool, sort of "alt" strip club where the dancers look sort of like baristas or record store employees gone wild. They took the stage in things like flannels or coveralls, and then would strip down from there. I found it insanely hot - they looked like the kind of girls I would see and fantasize about while I was out and about during the day, all of a sudden transformed into my fantasy versions of them right in front of my eyes.
This one girl was exactly my type: fire-red hair and sleeve tattoos, smoky eye makeup, really big round ass. I felt bf getting hard as we watched her dance, so I tossed a little cash on the stage. She crawled over and clapped her ass right in front of us - it was insanely hot to see her tight butthole winking at us just inches away. She spun around and leaned forward off the stage and gave me a little kiss on my neck, and the crowd went nuts. I was soaked.
When she got off stage, bf and I quickly found her and asked for a dance. She told us she was excited - she didn't get many couples (which I sort of think was a lie to tantalize us, but w/e I'm not complaining!). The dance felt electric - she straddled me and kissed my neck and fondled my tits, and reached over to rub bf's cock through his pants while he sat next to me and watched. I was throbbing and buzzing so hard, and when our time was up, she grinned and said, "man, I'm kinda sad we're out of time."
I was so wired and turned and a little tipsy, and I just blurted out, "Can we get your number?!" I felt like an idiot as soon as I said it - like how obvious am I???
But then she goes, "I'm not supposed to do this so memorize it quick!" And then she said the numbers and scurried away back to the floor. Bf and I frantically put the number in my phone, and when we texted her the next day to see if she wanted to grab a drink, thankfully, she wrote back and said, "hell yeah."