The club was dark and noisy, just like Alex had remembered them being. On stage a slightly overweight dancer was lazily moving side to side, holding on to the pole loosely while the, what passed for music these days, seemed to completely beyond the woman's rhythm.
'She was still wearing her panties but had shed her bra so she must have another song to go.' Alex thought.
As his eye's adjusted to the lighting he could see the layout of the club was, to be charitable, utilitarian. Housed in an industrial area, it was obviously converted from warehouse space and they had not even put down carpet to cover the concrete floor. The floor was littered with tables and chairs haphazardly, with a row of smaller tables and chairs around the edge of the main space.
The VIP area was to the right side of the building with the bar along the back wall. The DJ booth stood in the far left hand corner beside what looked to be the dancers change room. The DJ seemed to be talking to several of the dancers with his clipboard and microphone waiting for the song to be over.
It was still early, only 8pm, so the club was not busy by any means. Alex counted 5 tables with people at them and maybe 8 dancers wandering around the club. He couldn't see in to the VIP of course but he suspected there were not many in it either.
Alex walked over to the right hand side of the club and sat down at one of the tables along the wall, the waitress was quick to approach him, glad to have a new customer. She was a little older but was in pretty good shape herself, clearly weary of working in a strip club though, her face betrayed her apathy.
"What can I get you?"
"Just a water thanks."
She walked back to the bar and returned with his bottle of water.
"That's six bucks."
Alex paid the waitress, 'A buck for the water and five for the club tax.' he thought to himself. Tipping seemed unwarranted but he did so to make sure he didn't stand out in her mind later on.
The song had finished and as the next song started the dancer on stage started to remove her panties. Alex watch with little interest and soon the first of the dancers began to approach him.
"Hey cutie, want to have some fun?" the dancer asked. She was in her early thirties by the looks of it and in good shape. Small perky breasts, short brown hair and maybe 5' 4" in her heels.
"No thanks, I just got here."
"Ok, well let me know if you change your mind."
She walked off, he wasn't looking for just a dancer, he was looking for a specific dancer. The one his best friend since childhood, Jason, had told him about. The one that had been blackmailing Jason for the last three months.
It had started out innocently enough apparently, a few dances in the VIP when Jason and some soft ball buddies had dropped by one night after the game. She was friendly, beautiful and young. She played up to his ego and soon enough instead of just a dance she was giving him a blowjob.
His second trip to the VIP had been a few weeks later and soon after that it had progressed to weekly visits and finally he had taken her to a hotel room.
That had been his downfall. She had videotaped the hotel room session and now he was paying her a weekly visit to drop off the blackmail money but getting nothing in return.
Several more ladies dropped by over the next few songs, Alex turned each down in procession, politely, but firmly. Eventually his target came out of the VIP and Alex could see that Jason had no chance against her.
Her long blonde hair came half way down her back and was like a halo around her face. She had to be at least 5' 10" with the 6 inch high heels on and she walked with a purpose. She clearly worked on her body and stood out in contrast to the other women working, her tight midsection and long legs would have been the envy of any model. If that had been all there was to her, Alex was sure Jason would have been able to resist her charms, but her large, round breasts completed the package. The fact that they were clearly man made only made it worse for Jason. The tiny bikini she wore made sure there was nothing left to the imagination.
Jason never stood a chance, his near fetish level attraction to large fake tits gave this woman an easy target and the outcome had pretty much been pre-determined as soon as Jason had seen her.
Having just come out of the VIP, she made a b-line for the dressing room and disappeared for several songs. Alex waited and watched the stage, knowing she would be back soon, looking for her next target.
******
Cassandra counted the money again, five hundred even. It had been going even better than she thought it would, she had 5 guys on the line for 500 a week. That didn't even count the money she actually made dancing either. She'd be retiring before she was 25 at this rate.
Of course that was not going to be a reason to stop milking the marks for cash, but at least she'd be out of this dump, even if it was a good place to find married, horny men.
After fixing up her makeup she headed back out on to the floor, it was almost 9pm and it would be getting busy soon. Maybe she could find another mark before the night was out.
Walking back in to the club she took a look around. She recognized some of the tables, they had either turned her down already or didn't have the kind of cash she was looking for. There were two tables she didn't recognize, a single guys by the wall and a couple in the middle of the floor.
'Ugh, why would anyone bring their girlfriend to this place?' she thought to herself.
Clearly it was time to go see what the loner was up to. He kind of looked cute though, maybe in his early forties but well dressed and clearly not a regular.
