This happened a long time ago. But I can still narrate it as if it's happening today. I guess some parts of our lives we can live vividly, while the rest just blur. I'm not sure if we choose them or they just happen.
I used to work as a stripper, not that I needed to, since I had a wealthy enough husband. The only reason I can think of is, I have no qualms showing off my body and getting paid for it. I don't know if I was always like this, or it was my 1st husband who was highly sexually expressive and slowly molded me that way, for having married way before it's legally allowed. But that's for another time.
We lived away from the city in a pretty big house. Not super wealthy but wealthy nonetheless. For some reason my then fiance wanted to have a pre-nuptial. One of the terms in this one was that I would not give up my stripper job, that was my condition. However I'd make sure to be discreet about it and change the venue. As to why my husband agreed, you should ask him. Cause everything is give and take. No one agrees to whimsical demands if they don't have anything to hide. That's all I will say. So, as promised, I changed the venue and was working in club, in another city.
I would leave my house Fridays before lunch and meet my friends Sharon and Janine. We would go to Sharon's small rented apartment, dress up and go to work. And Sundays evening they would see me off. I'd stay at Sharon's for the weekend. Janine was her room mate. We had some amazing times together.
The strip club used to send a vehicle to pick us up and drop us back. A year into working for the club, there came Oliver. Oliver was our "handler". Anything that we wanted or needed we had to ask Oliver. Oliver was tall but wasn't handsome, but he made it up with his physique, six packs, muscles, etc. and dressed well, even though it was t-shirt and jeans and on occasions in suit.. Besides he was very soft spoken or barely spoke but at the same time he did not hesitate to use his strength on anyone if required or told to by his boss. Besides being our handler he did all sorts of "other" work for his boss. Talked to very few of the staff at the club.
I found myself getting attracted to him. I brought this up to Sharon and Janine one day.
"Girl, you sure?", Sharon asked.
"Yes. Why?", I asked.
"I haven't heard great deal of him. He's a heart breaker though", Sharon informed me.
"And that's a problem for me, why?", I questioned further. She very well knew my story, so this should not be surprising at all. We three had often hooked up with random men for our fun time on the weekends when we would be together.
"Not really. Just thought you should know," Sharon said.
"honey what I need to know is how he is in bed", I winked.
"you wild cat", Sharon said as she and Janine laughed.
A few weeks later Sharon and Janine had gone for a couple of weekends courtesy the club. Every now and then the club would send strippers to their branch in another place. So I was the only one who was to be picked and dropped. One night while returning home, the car broke down. The street was silent as a cemetery and it was 3 in the morning.
Oliver got down and was talking to the driver. After a few moments, he came back to the window, which I rolled down and said,
"we will have to walk from here. This will take time."
Saying so he opened the door and helped me get out. Which he did all the time for us. Boy, do I love chivalry!
It was a summer's night, and I was wearing a denim mini skirt with a body hugging off shoulder crop tee. Both of them curving to my ample boobs and bottom which jiggled a little with every step I took in my high heels. He was wearing tight jeans and tee which was curving to his abs and his biceps. He always wore a thick gold chain hanging down to the middle of his worked out pecs. His head was always shaved and he also wore a lose bracelet that complimented his black complexion. AS I walked beside him I could feel my vagina tickle. I wanted to hold him and kiss him lustily then and there. But I kept walking.
As we passed an empty alley, I pictured him pushing me to the corner wall and pushing his tongue down my throat as his hands caressed my body.His hands moving under my crop tee and groping my tits. HIs other hand running down my back and inside my shorts and grabbing my butt cheek and squeezing it good. That image was broken with a cat jumping out of the trash can ahead. A little further ahead I imagined him pulling me hard to his body, crushing my tits in his chest and him kissing me on my lips before biting my neck and licking my ears. His hands unbuttoning my shorts and then carrying me in his arms up the stairs to my apartment.
Sadly again it was just my imagination.He did not say a word through the whole walk. As we came to the door of my apartment building, he waited till I got in and walked away. I rushed upstairs to my apartment removed my tee when I saw it was wet where my nipples should have been and my nipples were erect and dripping milk. I felt embarrassed, and shy at the same time and a naughty smile came to me when I realized he would have seen this for sure. And the thought of my nipples in his mouth aroused them and my pussy lips. I opened my drawer and used my black dildo to relieve myself.
The next week another car arrived at the club but it failed to even start. Everyone including Oliver was trying to get it moving for at least an hour before they gave up. I was getting tired and all of them discussing and arguing about the car. In the meantime, a bike came rumbling it's wheels on the road and halted exactly in front of me. This weekend I had decided to test him, so for my return journey I ditched my bra and panty and put them in my bag. And just wore my loose see through long shirt and my bum shorts that outlined an inch of my butt cheek from the middle to either side. I did not know I'd be tested instead. I though I'd be safe in the car.
