The stripper twisted her butt right Jake's lap, as if she were waxing his crotch with her cheeks. His eyes were fixed on the tight rotation, while the rest of us watched her bare breasts swaying in time. Twenty minutes ago she had been dressed like a secretary, but now the G-string stretched between her cheeks (and her tip garter and high heels, of course) was all that remained, and pretty soon that would be gone, too.
She stood and returned to the middle of the floor between our circle of chairs, tossing her blonde hair (fake) and shimmying her hooters (also fake). The faint traces of stretch marks just above her crotch were real, but you can't be too choosy, because there just aren't that many strippers that make house calls.
The moment of truth was arriving. She started stretching the band of the G-string, pulling it out of position by her hip. She would undoubtedly play with it a few times before abruptly pulling it down to her ankles and kicking toward one of the four of usâand whomever she kicked it to would be the first one she would hit up for tipsâor extra services. She had been kind of favoring Jake, but at the moment she was facing me. You never could tell for sure if the stripper did extras on the side or not, but something about this one made me pretty confident she did, so I had the Franklin pre-loaded in my palm. Another giveawayâher safety escort hadn't started getting fidgety, meaning that he wasn't expecting the show to be just about over.
As you might have guessed, this sort of thing is nothing new for meâor should I say for us. A dozen years ago, Jake found a stripper for Dustin DeWynn's bachelor party, and it was the first time we'd ever heard of extra services. I had been married about two years at the time, and my wife was pregnant with our first child, so I hadn't been getting any back home, and a blowjob on the side had been very welcome at the time. At a dinner party some weeks after the wedding, I kidded Dustin saying "Oh man, I can't wait for the stripper to get here!"
Dustin laughed, but my friend Greg had overheard me, and agreed "Oh man, I hear ya. That was awesome!" Greg was in his first year of residency at that time, so although he had a fiancee he worked a lot and didn't see her as regularly as he would have liked.
"All we need is a reason to hire oneâhey Jake, when you gettin' hitched?" Dustin called out as Jake walked by with a drink in his hand.
"Huh?" Jake asked.
"Dustin was wondering when you'd get hitched; we're looking for an excuse to hire another stripper;" I smiled.
"That was pretty hot, hey?" Jake agreed, "but why do we need a special occasion? Let's just make one up!"
And that's how the "club" began. The four of us began getting together every other month or so for the express purpose of an evening of gentleman's entertainment, and twelve years later we were still doing it. Sometimes we just went to a titty bar, a couple times we took road trips to Vegas, but most of the time it was just like thisâdrink, hire a stripper to come to the house, and if we were lucky, buy ourselves a blowjob after the music stopped. The next day we'd all stop by Greg's office and pee in a cup, and he'd run our samples through the lab just to make sure we hadn't picked up any unwanted visitors. Once I'd caught some unfriendly bugs from some chick, but Greg put me on penicillin and I was clean in a week, no one being the wiser. We'd even had a name for ourselvesâThe Wayward Sons, inspired by a sermon that Dustin's pastor gave about carnal sins many years ago.
Flap.
The G-string arched through the air and landed in my lap. She bend over and grabbed her ankles, one in each of our directions, so that we could peek at her snatch. She did a few of the obligatory rolls and open-leg, closed-leg teases, then crawled towards me to retrieve her panties. She stood in front of me, making the tip garter easy to reach. I tucked a five into it, then unrolled the Franklin and made sure she was what it was. Then I straightened my back in the chair and tucked the bill down into my drawers while watching her expectantly. I don't know how this little ritual got started, but its been very effective. Even if the chick were an undercover copâand she wasn't, or she'd not have taken her G-string offâwe never technically make the proposal to exchange cash for sex. It was just mutually understoodâif the girl wants the Franklin, she's gotta go into my shorts to get it. And if she's gonna go into my shorts, she gonna have to be nice to the monster that lives there. If she's the stuck-up type that doesn't do extras on the side, she'll turn up her nose at me and move on to the next guyâno harm no foul.
The stripper took the bait. She reached for my belt and undid it, unzipped me, and pulled my meat out from my jeans. Then she closed her mouth around my dick and began bobbing her head up and down while she felt for the bill with the other hand. Believe it or not, there is an honor among strippersâif she's gonna take your cash, she's gonna give you your blowjob. You might think that girls would just take the bill and play dumb about why you'd slip it in next to your junk, but I think it only ever happened once. Traveling strippers/hookers (if you insist on calling them that) get damn near all of their customers by word of mouth; play that trick once and you'll find yourself all but out of business.
I cupped my hands and held the stripper's tits while she sucked me offâtechnically an extra service in its own right, but pretty much a throw-in at the $100 level an up. She wasn't too bad of a cocksucker. I gave her tits a little squeeze, sat back and enjoyed the ride.
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"So what did you think of her?" Dustin asked after she and her escort had left.
"She was OK, but she was no Heather," Greg replied, reflecting my sentiments exactly. Heather had been a favorite of oursâathletic, sexy, pretty, all natural, and disease-free. She'd probably done eight of our parties in the past few years, and we knew each other on a first-name basis (no lasts, of course). We felt safe enough with her that a few of us even paid the extra premium and fucked her pussy a couple times, something we otherwise viewed as too risky even with a condom. Unfortunately, when we tried to book her again we learned that she had gotten engaged and was out of the business. She was the third or fourth trusted regular over the years that had retired from the trade, and it was always a loss when it happened.
"So would you bring her back?" Dustin asked. He had found this us this one.
"I'm sure we can do better," I replied, "I mean, it's not like I wouldn't do her again, but I'd take my chances that the next girl would be better first."
"Well?" Dustin replied with some frustrationânot because he didn't agree, but because it was such a pain in the ass to find a good entertainer. "Do you have someone in mind."
I started to say I didn't when Jake stepped in and said "Don't worry about next time guysâI think I've got something lined up, although it may be a little different?"