Thanks very much to neonlyte for all his help.
Angelene walked out of the change room and checked herself in one of the numerous mirrors standard in strip clubs. She looked great.
Her face, framed by curling copper red hair and enhanced with emerald green eyes, was angelic. This was the only thing 'Holy' about her. She wore just enough makeup to draw attention to her bright eyes and soft mouth. Angelene's full breasts nicely filled out a white bikini top tied at the neck and back. Her body was slim, but not from starvation or exercise as is so common; she just was. Her waist was tiny and her hips and ass flared out sweetly in bright red hot pants. The stiletto heels she wore matched her pants in colour and beautified her long legs. Her skin was that flawless cream that natural redheads sport. One ankle had a wallet wrapped around it like a cuff.
"Oh yeah," she thought. "Nobody whose interested in sex will look at me and not want me." Angelene loved her job. She adored displaying her charms for people as close as she could, knowing that she could always deny them. She delighted in the sense of power it gave her. Dominating someone with her splendid body turned Angelene on.
For a moment, Angelene thought of the time that wasn't true. Growing up in a strict household, she had no control over anything. When and what she ate, when and how to sleep, what to learn, how to learn it; everything in her life had been decided for her. She had gotten to hate this fact of her life.
So, she had loved it when she discovered she had power of her own. As she grew into womanhood, Angelene caught on to the fact that she was very desireable. People wanted her. Angelene found that she could use that yearning to get others under her control. Most would do anything if they thought they could get into her pants. Angelene never let them. She believed her power would be lost if the promise was kept.
And Angelene found that power was an stupendous arouser.
When she discovered stripping, Angelene knew she had found the perfect job. She could spend all day or night titillating people and she would get paid for it. She couldn't ask for better than that.
Angelene broke that chain of thought. "Time to get to work," she decided and headed towards the bar for the fruit juice she drank while on duty. This allowed her to check out potential customers.
The first people she noticed were a man and woman sitting together in an alcove, away from the stage but with a good view. They looked both nervous and excited. The man, not quite middle aged, was dressed in slacks and a golf shirt. He was heavy set and soft looking with brown hair and eyes. Angelene thought he would be fat before much longer. The woman was a couple of years younger. She wore a white silk blouse, a black velvet jacket and a black skirt reaching to mid-thigh. Her boots, low heeled black leather, covered her calves. The golden blonde hair was professionally done. Like her partner, she was not thin; all of her female features were excessive, giving her a lush appearance.
"First timers," was Angelene's thought. This was usually a good thing. People visiting clubs for the first time often got very excited and spent a lot of money.
Then she noticed another man several tables away from the couple. Her first impression was of size. He was a very large man. He wasn't tall and skinny like a basketball player, or grossly fat like too many men she had seen here. He was solid as a boulder. His craggy face accentuated Angelene's impression of stolidity.
Her second notion was dark. His hair, eyes and clothing were all black. It made him appear to be a piece of shadow. The only light that seemed to show was the glow of a cigarette.
Angelene didn't know what to make of him. "I think I'll check him out after I've made some money," she resolved to herself.
She made it to the bar and got her juice. "The couple first," was her decision. She walked over to their table and made an evolution of sitting down next to the woman. Angelene first faced them so they could check out her face and breasts, then turned to display her well shaped buttocks before placing them in a chair. In a mirror, she could see both of them follow her hot pants all the way down.
"Hi, I'm Angel. I haven't seen you before. Is this your first time here?"
The man nodded nervously while the woman gazed out over the club.
"You can look at me honey. That's what I'm here for. And I would be hurt if you didn't, after all the work I did to make myself worth looking at. You wouldn't want to hurt my feelings would you?"
The woman turned her eyes to Angelene, blushed, then smiled. The man saw his female companion's reaction and a touch of lust came to his face.
Angelene went on with her sale. "So, are you two people just going to watch the stage shows? Or did you have something special planned? If you do, I'm just the person you want for that sort of thing."
"I'm not." said the man, "but Karen here does. This was her idea."
"Tom!" remonstrated Karen. She turned to Angelene, "I thought it might be interesting. But I'm not sure if..."
Angelene reached out and caressed the woman's arm. Karen's sentence ended with a quiet gulp.
"Oh, I think you're sure, Karen. No sense in coming this far and not following through. Come on," Angelene stood up and pulled Karen out of her seat. "You'll have a lot of fun."
As Angelene lead them back to the VIP area, she checked her customers in the mirrors. Karen was excited but it was hidden a bit by confusion. Tom was just as excited, and concealing it under nonchalance as most guys did. As the trio entered the special room, the bouncer smirked at Angelene. He had seen her work before and stood in minor awe of her ability.
Angelene took them to the very last of the cubicles that made up the VIP room. The lighting was dim. Semidarkness made the dancers more comfortable since it hid any physical flaws. It made the customers feel anonymous which made them more stimulated and freer with their money.
"There you go Karen." said Angelene, gesturing at the seat placed in the cubicle.
Karen sat down in the low comfortable chair and Tom pulled up the one from across the aisle. Angelene sat down in her customer's ample lap. Karen stiffened a bit and pulled back.
"Don't worry, honey. I won't bite." Angelene wrapped an arm around Karen and pulled her close. She could feel Karen's heart pounding and see her face flush with embarrassment... and desire.
"The rules are pretty simple folks. Dances are $20 a song, and there's no touching the dancers." Angelene leaned close to Karen's ear and whispered, "But I can touch you. And rules can be bent."
Angelene's warm sibilance on Karen's ear caused the woman to draw in a long throaty gasp. Her blush deepened.
A song started for the stage show. Angelene rotated on Karen's lap, so that her back was to her victim. Then she slid down to a crouch, brushing the skin of her back across the warm flesh of Karen's legs. With her shoulders brushing soft knees, Angelene placed her hands on the leather boots and pushed the other woman's legs apart. There was a little resistance but not much.
Angelene looked at Tom with a devilish smile. He was starting to sweat and he reached into his pants to adjust his anatomy.
Turning to face Karen, Angelene noticed the blond's eyes had a slight glaze to them, her face coloured a light red and mouth open in a slight pant. Angelene thrust on Karen's knees to widen the space between them. The dark skirt rode up her thighs and Angelene could see the red lace thong her customer was wearing.
Angelene slithered up Karen's legs, feeling the warmth rise in them. She ran her body up until she was stretched out on the woman's full torso with her head next to Karen's. "Sweetie, you have the loveliest underwear. Are you hoping to see mine soon?"
"Yes," puffed Karen in reply.
"I might not be wearing any." hinted Angelene. "But you're going to find out soon." Karen let out a breathless moan.
