It was her idea to go to the strip club. Alicia, my newest sub. She knew that as my sub, the expectation when we got together was that she would strip. A slow, sexy strip. She understood that since the first encounter. You play the music, sway your hips, and move towards me. The struggle to draw me in, to seduce me.
The rules she had to follow. *Go slow. *Be confident. *Place clothes neatly on the chair. Knowing there is punishment if it's done incorrectly.
I was intrigued why she wanted to go to the club. She was just getting comfortable on the strip but wasn't a complete exhibitionist. She told me she thought it was a good idea. That we would have fun, that she could learn some things to do. So we went. She almost had me from the beginning. The skirt, short but not slutty. The top, a simply shirt. The stockings, caressing smoothly to the top of her thighs. She was learning my style. Simple, sexy.
We entered the club, got banded, and moved to a table. Not to far to be uninterested, not to close to be crowded. A perfect spot to see both stages, to take in the form of both dancers, dancing against the metallic pole and lights. She looked nervous but eager, like a kid waiting to see a celebrity. We took a shot to calm her nerves.
The first dancers were average. Nice bodies but no enthusiasm. I pushed her to go to the stage and tip them, to slide the dollar into the edge of their thongs. To feel their skin, to take in their touch. She always came back laughing, like someone who said their first curse word.
As the night went on she became entranced by the bodies on the stage. As she approached the dancers her eyes became narrower, her breathing slowed. She held the dollar with an intent to draw them in. To bring their bodies closer to her. She kept going to a dancer named Spice. Almost a cliche stripper name, but she was mesmerizing. Short, a sexy petite body with black hair. Tattoos perfectly placed. Piercings that gave her a sexy rocker persona. Everytime she would come on stage Alicia would focus, drowning everything out but the music and Spice.
When Spice ended her set, I held out my hand from the table with a $20. I caught her eye and motioned for her to come over, glancing towards Alicia. Spice smiled and went backstage. A few minutes later, she approached the table. She smiled at me and turned her attention to Alicia, asking if she could sit down. She started talking to Alicia, asking her if she was having fun, if she danced herself. Alicia was squeezing my hand under the table, nervously shaking her leg. I planned my hand on her thigh and pressed down, settling her leg. I watched how nervous she was around Spice, like a schoolgirl crush. I've been to the club several times and saw where the conversation was going. Then Spice opened the door, asking if we wanted a private dance. I smirked and accepted before Alicia could change her mind.
She let us to a back room, a dark hallway with beaded curtains on both sides. Behind the curtains were small rooms, covered in mirrors, with a couch against a wall. Spice sat us down and left with some bills to pay the charge for the dances. While she was gone, Alicia looked at me; nervous, excited, anxious, worried. I leaned forward, kissed her on the forehead, and whispered to her that she didn't have to be a good girl and to enjoy the moment.
At that time, Spice returned. She sat next to Alicia and made small talk, waiting for the next song to come one. On cue, Spice stood, dragging her hands across Alicia's shoulder and stepping in there middle of the room. The music played, Spice began to move. She began to seduce Alicia with the rolls of her hips and the deep state into her eyes. She moved towards her and turned. She began to gyrate her ass across Alicia's crotch, grabbing her hands and planning them on her breasts. Alicia drew her breath, nervous about her hands on a woman's breast, gliding over the stiff nipple. Spice leaned back into Alicia's chest, pressing her mouth close to her ear. She whispered something into Alicia's ear I didn't understand.
Alicia shot her eyes in my direction, looking nervous. Silently pleading with me to give her direction. I only smiled at her. Spice slide off her lap and turned towards Alicia. She slowly slid both hands across Alicia's stockings and continued over her skirt. She slid her body up sliding her shimmering breasts across Alicia's mouth while straddling her. This time facing her. She began to rotate her hips again and slid her lips to Alicia's neck, breathing against her neck. She slid her mouth higher, nibbling against Alicia's earlobe.
