Let's face it, I had lived a sheltered life... I was about to turn 26, I had never done drugs (never even tried pot), never travelled outside the U.S., never been to a strip club. My roommate in college told me more than once, "If you weren't so damn sexy, Jessi, I would think you were a nun!"
So for my birthday, my friend James decided that I needed to go to a strip club, just so I could say I had been. James and I work together, but we often spend time together away from work. James is gay, and he and I love to go dancing at the gay/bi clubs. I tell him which guys he should dance with, and he picks out girls for me.
I suppose I should introduce myself. My name is Jessica, or Jessi to my friends. I just turned 26. I am 5'5" and around 115 pounds, brown hair to my shoulders and brown eyes. I like to think my ass is my best feature, I spend a lot of hours riding my mountain bike to keep my body fit and slim.
I am bisexual, although lately I have found myself less and less attracted to men and much more to women. I have been bi since my best friend seduced me the summer we were 16, although I had been attracted to girls as long as I could remember. I broke up with my last boyfriend about a year ago (after three years!), when I found out he was cheating on me with his secretary. Since I broke it off with him, I have been exploring my bisexuality and loving it, and I have not been with a man since.
At this point I am single, although I would love to have a steady girl friend. I just haven't found her yet, I guess.
When James told me his plan for my birthday, I was excited. I have "chatted" online with a number of strippers, and they usually tell me the same thing. That they love dancing, but that the men get to be a drag real quick. The men all say the same things, and act the same, and it gets old in a hurry. But every single one has said they love dancing for a woman, that most dancers are bi (or lesbian,) and they especially love to dance for a woman who hasn't ever been to a club before.
So on the big night, I dressed sexy. I was in a little white tank top and no bra, and a mini skirt and a tiny thong. The shortie top showed off my flat stomach, and the tight skirt displayed my nice tight ass.
James picked me up and we had a nice dinner then it was off to the club. James had obviously set things up, because even though it was crowded they brought us to a table right by the stage with a "Reserved" sign on it.
The girl who was dancing saw me and gave a big smile. I smiled back, and sat mesmerized by her movements. She was in the middle of her routine, and was down to just a tiny g-string, gyrating her hips and sensuously stroking her own body. She was a slim blonde with large, obviously "bought" breasts with large pink areolas. Her nipples were erect and her tongue was darting in and out of her red lips, in rhythm with her dance. Soon she tugged at the bows at her hips and the g-string floated to the floor. She had a little strip of hair on her mound, but was otherwise shaved.
She stood right in front of me and spread her legs wide. She was thrusting her hips forward and running her hands all over her mound, close to but just missing her pussy. She kneeled in front of me, spreading her shaved lips open. I could see that she was wet, and her hips were thrusting against her hands. She was looking straight at me, running her lips all around her mouth, as she teased herself.
The guys were going crazy, throwing money on the stage. She stood and moved around the stage, gathering up the dollars, but spent most of the time looking directly at me. I was getting damp, knowing this girl was dancing for me.
She came back and knelt in front of me. Her hand was directly on top of her mound now, sliding up and down. I could see that she was wet, and could smell her arousal from where I sat. She stared at me, rubbing herself faster and faster, flicking her tongue at me and moaning. I could only stare at her, not believing what I was seeing. Finally, she arched her back and collapsed backward on the stage. The guys cheered, then she gathered up her things and ran off the stage.
"How about it, guys! Let's hear it for Kaeri!" came the announcer's voice. The guys cheered and clapped again.
James leaned over and asked, "You liked her, didn't you?" All I could do was nod.
The music began and the next dancer started up, she was a stocky brunette, again with obviously fake breasts. Her routine was similar to the first girl's but not nearly as fluid, and not as sexy to me.
"Do they all have fake boobs?" I asked James.
"Yeah, most of them do... I guess that's what most guys want to see."
"That's too bad... I think it looks pretty ridiculous, almost a parody of what a woman should really look like."
"Suit yourself, Jessi. But I think that last girl liked you."
"Go on, James... She just liked that there was a woman to dance for instead of just a bunch of horny guys."
A soft voice in my ear said, "Actually, you're both right..."
I turned to see Kaeri standing next to me. She was wearing a little top that showed her deep cleavage and a tiny mini skirt that displayed her long, tan legs.
James said, "Kaeri, this is Jessi. Tonight's a big night for her, it's her birthday plus it's her first time at a strip club."
Kaeri reached for my hand and said, "Nice to meet you, Jessi. And Happy Birthday!" She leaned in and kissed me on the cheek. "Can I give you a private dance as a birthday present, Jessi?"
I looked at James, and he smiled and said, "Go ahead, Jess. I was going to offer to get you one anyway..."
I looked at the sexy blonde and smiled. "I think I would like that, Kaeri..."
She took me by the hand and led me toward the backstage area. There were other dancers, all with men. There were a number of small rooms back there, and she led me into one. It was softly lit, and the furniture consisted of a small cot and a straight back chair. There was a sink and mirror in one corner. She sat me on the edge of the cot, my feet on the floor, then plopped down next to me. She turned my face to hers and took my hands in hers.
"Okay, Jessi, here's the rules... You don't touch me unless I tell you. If you want to touch yourself, that's fine, I hope I make you feel that way. If I ever tell you to stop, though, you stop immediately. Got it?"
"Yes, Kaeri, I understand..."