First of all, my description is in the story "I thought she was straight". First paragraph. Second, where I live, there are no rules at strip clubs. People can touch the strippers and very, very often do. The strippers can also get totally naked, which almost all strippers do. I'd like to say that when I'm sober, the thought of going to a strip club doesn't really appeal to me. I know, it sounds like denial, but right now (I'm sober at the moment) I would never pay anyone to let me grope their boobs or whatever the stripper decides. I can get more than that for free, and all you end up doing is losing your money and your dignity.
That said, one night me and my friends got really wasted and went to a strip club. This is partially what I remember and partially what my friend who was completely sober at the time told me. This story actually is kind of romantic, if you overlook the circumstances of how we met. It involves love anyway. So there we were, most of us drunk off our asses, sitting up at the bar by the stage. The group consisted of 5 guys, me, and a straight girl. After a while, the DJ announced a stripper named Heaven and started playing a reggae song. I remember someone saying that it wasn't the type of song you'd associate with stripping, and then everyone went dead silent when the stripper came up on stage. She was so, so hot. She's the kind of girl that if you saw on the street, you just stop whatever you're doing and stare at her because you can't help it and you can't think about anything else until she leaves. Everyone I looked at literally had their mouths hanging open. She was an island girl, with a nice, petite body. She had long, dark, straight hair and just an absolutely gorgeous face and eyes that I actually lost myself in. Before that night, I thought that was just a phrase but it happened with her. I seriously couldn't find anything wrong with her appearance, and I tried just to see if I could do it. Later on, everyone in the group agreed that she was the hottest stripper they'd ever seen, and probably one of the hottest girls they'd ever seen period. She was just really, really beautiful. I almost reverted back to being sober because of her hotness. She wasn't a stereotypical stripper, though, she didn't seem trashy or anything. If I had seen her at the mall, I would have never thought, "Yeah she's a stripper." She didn't seem innocent, exactly, just like she wasn't easy.
At one point in the middle of her dancing, out of nowhere she just came up to me and asked me my name. I don't really remember, I think she said, "Hi, what's your name?"
"Michelle." At this point one of my more intoxicated friends said, "Yeahhh right" and laughed, I guess he was trying to fuck with her, or me, or both.
I think she said her name and she shook my hand right there on stage, then she said, "You're really pretty." I just laughed and said, "Thanks, so are you!" and at this point the friend that earlier had said "Yeah right" decided that it was time to put up a dollar for me. She smiled, then looked at me with this, "Don't freak out" expression, then asked timidly if she could see my boobs. I must have given her a weird look or something because she said, "I'm sorry, they just look so perfect." I was like, "Oh well in that case..." and she lowered my black mesh semi-see thru shirt down so my breasts were on display for everyone in the club. She licked and sucked on my nipples for a really long time, then she unzipped my jeans and stuck the dollar in there. I said something like, "I've never done this before, at a strip club" and she gave me a weird look and said, "Really?" as if everyone did it. Then she totally ignored the dollar that was in my zipper and went down on me through my jeans. I don't remember much of what she did, she took my whole pussy in my mouth and sort of closed her mouth over it and massaged it with her lips. I remember it felt really good, which said something because when I'm drunk, my whole body goes numb. I can't feel a damn thing. A lot of these stories on literotica start out like, "This one time, me and my friend got really drunk and then..." and they have fantastic sex with intense orgasms. That has never happened to me. Drunk sex has always sucked, up until then. After maybe 5 minutes, she actually thanked me and then went back to her dancing.
My sober friend put up a dollar for the straight girl that was with us, to her total surprise. She's actually very pretty, and maybe if she wasn't straight and if we had become friends under different circumstances there would be chemistry, but the way we are, there just isn't. I thought it was hilarious when Heaven took Jody's hands and put them on her breasts. My friend seemed at a loss for what to do, since as far as I know it was the first time she'd ever felt up another girl. The expression on her face was priceless, I wish they allowed cameras in there.
I have this bra that a different stripper had thrown at my head several months ago, and she said I could keep it. It stayed in my purse that whole time, since I had no idea what to do with it. I wasn't going to wear it, and I didn't want to give it to a friend, so when my friend said, "Throw the bra at her!" it seemed like a really good idea at the time. I did just that, and she laughed and looked at me and said, "Was that you?" She hung the bra up on a railing on the ceiling and told me to get it. After some encouraging from my friends and the other patrons at the club, I got up on stage. She grabbed me and shoved my back against the pole, then yanked my shirt up above so it was above my chest, and she pulled my jeans down and proceeded to go down on me through my thong right there on stage. I was too drunk to object, but I know I kept this continuous stream of talk about how this is really not a good idea, oh my god what am I doing here, stuff like that. She just laughed and went back to humming on my clit. She finally stopped after maybe 3 or 4 minutes about because the DJ said, and I think these were his exact words, "I hate to interrupt the show, but that's the end of her set. By the way, there are private rooms in the back." That was the only time he'd mentioned anything about private rooms that whole night.
My friends thought they would like for me to get a private room with everyone's favorite dancer. They all pooled together $60 for 3 songs, but made me go and ask for her after she got off stage. I went up to her and said that I'd like to have a private room with her. She gave me this really huge smile and sort of jumped up and down.
"So I'm your favorite stripper?" she squealed.
I hadn't really thought about it, and this question was pretty much the last one I expected her to ask. I just told her yes, because I guess she was, and she made some sort of happy noise and hugged me really hard. She took my money and put it in the register, then took my hand and led me to one of the back rooms that I hadn't noticed before. Inside, there was a loveseat and a table with a lamp on it. The room seemed red to me, but maybe I was just wasted.
She then took off all her clothes, which she hadn't done during her act on stage, unlike every other stripper there. I sat down on the loveseat and she sat on my lap naked, straddling me.
And then we talked. For the entire three songs. With nothing sexual happening at all, except that she was naked and straddling me. I don't remember many specifics, just that we talked about our backgrounds. She did ask me if I was straight, though.
