Shane just finished working another twelve hour shift. The past seven days were exactly the same; get up, go to work, go home, eat, sleep. He wasn't even sure what day of the week it was anymore, until Kevin, his work buddy, asked if he wanted to go check out the strip club for "Halloween Whorer" night.
Shane was tired. Working in a warehouse was already back-breaking work. It kept him in better shape than his paper-pushing friends, but he found himself physically and mentally put to the test this past week, working to fill a rush order that had to be done all over again because some jack-ass in production couldn't read a spec sheet properly. But just knowing that the week was behind him, Shane felt a sudden surge of energy fill his body as he thought about Kevin's suggestion, like a flickering fluorescent light warming up to a full glow and steady hum.
Not only was Shane excited about his week from Hell coming to a close, he was intrigued by the strip club's new owners' attempts to re-vitalize an awful pit of filth and dirty old man lust. The dancers were either clearly past their prime, or struggling single mothers who were average at best, who simply did not want to be there. He went once when he first moved to the city and hadn't been back since. It was just too depressing.
The word at work was that the new owners, two brothers from Las Vegas, did an amazing job of turning the place in a modern and temping destination with real entertainment.
"Shane? Do you need a week to think about it or what?" asked Kevin as they walked across the staff parking lot. Shane realized he had only agreed to go to the club in his head.
"I'm just tired still. I'm sure I'll wake up once I'm there. Let's go. I haven't seen the new place yet."
"You must be the only guy left who hasn't. We need a night of tits and ass after the week we've been through. How about I come by to pick you up around ten? Parking might be tight, there's a new bar that just opened down the street." Kevin motioned with his head that suggested the bar was to his immediate right, but Kevin was just an animated talker. "Maybe that whole area will come back to life after being a scary-ass place past twenty years."
It was Halloween night, so trying to park two cars made no sense to Shane, either. Hopefully, they will hook up with some horny women later, and he could easily get dropped off with his one-night fuck before Kevin goes home with his. He imagined the night ahead. A stage full of women rolling around with big tits and round, tight asses and spread legs. Then off to the neighbouring bar, and maybe a nice hungry pussy to fuck hard after last call. Shane noticed his dick was starting to stiffen at the thought. He agreed to see Kevin in a few hours and bolted in the other direction to his old truck. Then he headed home to eat, shower and shave.
Shane had been in the city for about five months now, and hadn't had a good fuck since. His old job in his hometown no longer existed, so moving to the city was his only option. He had been so preoccupied with the move and his new job, he had no time to think about women or what they had to offer. But tonight he felt like he had just woken up from a sexual coma. He was going to enjoy lusting after the fairer sex tonight. Shane smoked a cigarette as he waited anxiously for Kevin to arrive. He poured himself a shot of spiced rum and downed it in one gulp, as if drinking quickly would make the night start faster. It worked. He could hear Kevin's SUV pull up the driveway. On the drive there, Shane noticed there were no more children out. Their night of fun was over, but his was just beginning.
When they pulled into the parking lot they already knew there might be a line at the strip club. It just made Shane's anticipation greater and the reward that much sweeter once he got inside past the bouncer. They were greeted by a young brown-eyed brunette in a French maid costume, her pale breasts spilling out of the low-cut black lace bustier.
"Welcome to Halloween Whorer," she cheerfully sang. Shane thought he was happy to finally be out on the town before, but now he was ecstatic.
Kevin walked ahead of Shane, straining to find some free chairs. Shane, on the other hand, was barely walking at a normal pace. He was busy trying to look at it all at once. The seating area was dark, but there were spotlights on stage, and rope lighting all along the double runways that met in the middle to form a U-shape. At the corners were mini stages with poles, each with a girl twirling and spinning around them. In the center was a larger stage with 2 poles close together. Two pony-tailed girls were dancing topless in green and white cheer leading skirts. When he saw the brunette fondle the blonde's huge breasts from behind, and then give each nipple a pinch between her fingers, he felt his cock growing thicker.
"Jesus fuck" exclaimed Shane.
"I told you" smirked Kevin as he motioned to two empty chairs that no longer had its table. A group of drooling young frat boys had claimed a whole corner of tables and chairs. Kevin walked over and spoke to the teens and put his hand on a small table.
"Hey guys, mind if we use one of these? Is doesn't look like you're getting much drinking done anyways". Only one boy out of the group looked at Kevin, the rest were understandably distracted. He nodded and went back to staring at the dancers.
"First-timers," laughed Kevin.
Shane understood how they felt. He's seen his fair share of strippers, but in his small town, he saw the ones who needed to travel outside the city to get venues. While he knew that not all strippers are created equal, he had no idea just how much so. Plus he never seen so many girls out at once. It felt a bit like an all-female orgy. A busty blonde "nurse" with fire-engine red lips and fishnet stockings to match came by shockingly fast to take their drink orders. He reasoned that drunk, horny men spent more of their money. It was truly the greatest sight Shane had ever seen. A vampiress was laying flat on her back on the stage in front of them. She was wearing thigh high patent boots, and a black satin cape with red lining. Both arms were covered in black lace fingerless gloves ending just before her elbows. She slowly lifted both legs straight up into the air, revealing her narrow black bush between her legs, and her gaping, wet pussy as she opened her legs wide. She moved one of her gloved hands over her mound and spread her pussy lips open with her fingers, revealing her pink bud as she bent her knees and raised her ass off the floor of the stage just enough to give the patrons in the club a better view. She started rotating her hips in little circles, and Shane imagined his stiff rod slamming hard into that hot and ready gash. She rolled over onto all fours, and Shane got a perfect view of of her glistening pussy and her tight asshole as she rocked back and forth, reaching between her legs, still fingering her clit.
A soft glow of spotlight caught his eye. On the far side of the stage, he saw a girl with long, blonde curls dressed in a white lace corset with matching thigh-high stockings and heels. A gold halo headpiece sat upon her platinum blond head, and small feathered wings wobbled with each step. She was coming closer. Her breasts weren't very big, but their pointy shape made her large pink nipples stick straight out, perfect for nibbling and licking. She wore no underwear, so her garter belt framed her slight blonde bush like a piece of art. She was almost bare, it was groomed thin and short, just enough hair to let you know she was the real deal. He had never seen such a light bush before, and he wanted to spread her lips and lick every inch of her pretty pink parts. Her face was just as bewilderingly beautiful. Her blue eyes were made up with white and sparkly silver shadow; it made her look like she was indeed a gift from the heavens. She smiled as another girl leaned in for an open-mouthed kiss.
He was so taken aback with the angel that he didn't even notice the she-devil who was walking on the opposite side of the stage to meet her in the middle. This girl was a striking brunette, her long, dark hair was straight with strips of red highlights falling around her devil headband. Her corset was red patent leather, with cut-outs for her breasts, which were enormous. They were accentuated with an elaborate jeweled collar that hung low enough to settle into the valley of her mountains. He could see the remnants of summer on her chest, as there were fading triangles on each breast showing where her bikini top would have been. It made her large, brown circles jump out even more. Her nipples were begging to be sucked. It looked like she had body oil massaged onto her tanned skin, making it practically glow in the spotlights. Her full lips were painted a deep wine, and he imagined them around his now throbbing dick. He'd grab onto that wild black hair and pull her mouth up and down his cock.
Shane's attention had turned to the nurse waitress, who brought another round of drinks. It was Shane's turn to get this round, and he fumbled for his wallet for enough cash for both the drinks and a tip. He pulled out another cigarette and turned back to the stage, but the angel and devil dancers were gone. Shane cursed under his breath. He definitely wanted to see more of that.
