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Strip Club

Written by Angela Preston


"Are you sure you're ready for this?"

Michael turned the car off and waited for my response. I stared at the flashing neon
lights advertising the club's naked dancers and let out a deep breath. I was the one who
complained about staying home alone while he entertained his business clients. If it had
been a stuffy old business dinner, I might have passed. But when he told me that his
clients wanted to go to a strip club, my curiosity got the best of me.

"Yes."

A big, burly black man stood outside the door and called to people walking by to come
inside and see the hot, dancing ladies. Most were tourist that kept on walking, although
some stretched their necks to see inside when the door momentarily opened for new
patrons. Michael held my hand tight as we crossed the street and headed for the door.

"Good evening," smiled the doorman, as he took the money from Michael. "Hold on tight
to her now," he laughed, "or the next thing you know, she'll be up there on stage with
the other pretty girls."

The club was dark except for the stage toward the center of the room. I started to get
nervous when I scanned the audience in the shadows and saw nothing but hungry men
staring back at me. Michael squeezed my hand as we walked past a table of whistling men in our search of his business associates.

I had convinced myself that they were whistling at the women up on stage until one of them yelled out for me to come and sit on his lap.

Since I had no idea what his business clients looked like, I stared at the four women on stage as we walked through the club. They were beautiful and had incredible bodies, naked except for g-strings. Several men lined up at the foot of the stage and tucked dollar bills into their scant little covering. One woman turned her back to a man and squatted down low enough for him to run
his tongue up the string in the crack of her ass. I almost tripped over Michael as I watched.

He had stopped and was talking to a tall man with blonde hair. The music was far too loud for me to hear what they were saying, but I smiled at the stranger and then looked across the room to another man he was pointing to. We followed as he led the way toward the table where the man sat.

"Hi, Grayson," said Michael, shaking the hand of the man sitting at the table. "This is my wife Amy."

"Hello Amy." Grayson took my hand and pulled me into the circular booth next to him. His British accent surprised me as much as his good looks. I couldn't help but think of the last James Bond movie we had seen when I looked at him.

Michael slid in beside me and the man who had greeted us sat on the other side of Grayson. He soon reached over too shake my hand. 

"My name's Paul."

"Nice to meet you." I noticed Grayson's eyes on my breasts as I reached over the table to shake Paul's hand. 

"Michael," scolded Grayson, "I can't believe you brought your wife to a place like this."

"Well, she wouldn't let me come without her." He laughed and gave me a little wink.

"Afraid he'll not behave himself?" questioned Grayson.

"Oh, nothing like that," I assured him. "I didn't think it was fair that he got to have all the fun."

"So you're a sporting girl, eh?" teased Grayson.

"Well, I try to be." I was trying to sound more certain than I was feeling as I watched the men around the room. The sexual energy was unbelievable as the four women drove them wild with their moves. I wondered how much money one g-string could hold. 

A topless waitress flirted with Michael as she took our order. I was trying to listen to their conversation when Grayson leaned over and whispered in my ear. 

"Do you like to watch women doing it?" 

His cologne drew me in closer to him, and then as the words registered, I sat frozen for a moment staring at the women on stage.

I wondered if that was what really happened. 

"I can't say that I ever have."

"Well, you're in for a treat then."

He sat back up and starting talking to Paul, and I looked over at Michael who was totally engrossed in the dancers. I reached for his hand, which he squeezed and then slid over his trousers. He gave me a quick smirk when I felt his hard cock.

The music stopped and the four dancers paraded down a runway and off the stage, much to the disappointment of the men in the room. The Master of Ceremonies announced the next act. A large mat was rolled out onto the stage and covered with a plastic tarp. A fake boxing ring was assembled, and a stud dressed as a referee came out and poured what looked like some kind of oil all over the tarp. Soon he was introducing the current champion of the club's wrestlers and her challenger for the evening.

The men went wild as they strutted out to the stage, clad in bikinis, and their skin shining with oil. The challenger had incredibly huge tits and I stared at them wondering if they were real. I glanced at Michael and realized he was equally fascinated with them.

"Pretty impressive, eh?" whispered Grayson in my ear.

"Do you think they're real?" I asked.

"Wouldn't you love to find out?" He winked at me, and I turned my head back to the stage.

The ref blew the whistle and the two women started grabbing at each other. The audience yelled louder as they both stood and tried to pull the other down. It was obvious that the heavy oil on their skin was making the task much more difficult. The blonde, who was the reigning champion, had her hair up in a pony tail, but the challenger's brunette hair was flying all over the place. 

In desperation to grab onto something, the blonde grabbed the thin bikini top that was barely covering the huge tits of the challenger and ripped it off. The men went nuts. Soon the other woman ripped the top off the blonde to even out the battle.

Again the men yelled encouragement. The blonde finally snaked her leg around the other woman's knee and brought her down on the mat. She dropped on top of her in an effort to pin her to the mat, but the additional oil made it impossible and she soon found herself underneath the challenger. 

Even I found it erotic to watch their oiled breasts sliding against each other as they fought for position. The tiny g-strings were practically useless under the circumstances and I was pretty convinced that part of the show was grabbing the other woman's leg and giving the audience a full shot of pussy as often as possible. It didn't go unnoticed. 

As I began to wonder how they judged the winner, the blonde managed to flip the challenger over onto her stomach and pinned her arm behind her back as she straddled her. She started to hump her ass, as if she were fucking her, and the men cheered her on.

At first I thought it was a joke, and then I realized that she was really trying to get off by rubbing her clit against the woman's ass cheeks. The brunette assisted by thrusting her ass in an effort to struggle beneath her.

I sipped my beer while I watched the blonde squirm and squeeze her thighs against the other woman. Her moans were becoming more exaggerated as she closed her eyes and reached for her orgasm. I rubbed my leg against Michael's and the next thing I knew,

I felt his hand on the inside of my thigh. I stared at him in shock, but was afraid to say anything out loud or pull away from him.

I could sense Grayson was watching me closely and I didn't want to alert him to Michael's advances.

As the blonde reached her peak and let out her orgasmic cry, Michael's fingers slipped inside my wet panties. He grinned when he found out how wet I was. I'm sure he thought he was pretty cool, drinking with one hand and playing with me with the other. 

"Isn't that good," whispered Grayson.

I jumped from his question, and realized he was looking at the blonde when he said it. Somehow, I had thought he was talking about Michael's fingers. I nodded my head yes as the blonde slowed in her orgasmic bliss.

Finding her capture in a weakened state, the brunette threw the blonde off. Although she tried to fight back, the blonde found herself suddenly pinned by the challenger and staring into those two huge breasts. Grayson shouted out along with the other men in the crowd.

"Make her suck 'em!"

The challenger pushed her big tits towards the blonde's face. When she refused to suck her breasts, the brunette grabbed the blonde's leg around the thigh and brought it up practically over her head. Not only did this give half the crowd a perfect shot of the blonde's pussy, it appeared to inflict enough pain to get her cooperation. She eagerly lapped and sucked on the huge tits pressed into her face.

I was finding it difficult to sit still with Michael's fingers playing with my clit. I looked over at Grayson to make sure that he wasn't watching the action beneath the table, and found his eyes fixed on the stage. It was then that I saw his hand moving in his lap. I couldn't stop myself from looking down and saw his hand tightly gripped around his cock. I started to look away, but he
caught my eyes on him.

"I'm afraid that one's gotten to me, eh?" he whispered.

"Evidently," I said smiling, and then looked back at the stage. 

I was both shocked and excited that he had exposed himself. The more I tried to look away, the more I wanted to watch him. 

It was soon the brunette's turn to get off and she wasn't wasting any time. With the blonde sucking on her tits and kissing her, she humped against her exposed pussy. I was surprised that she could get off that way, but she put on a believable show. At least for this audience. The men were more than a little turned on by the scene. 

When the two finally finished, the announcer called for a 20-minute intermission. Michael slowly slipped his fingers out from my panties and finished his beer, but not before licking his fingers seductively for me. I grinned and winked at him, knowing we would have some great sex when we got home later. 

"Hey Michael," said Paul. "Where can I go for a smoke? I hate your damn California laws."

"Gee, I don't know..." We looked around the room and it was obvious that many were heading outside for a smoke. "I guess we can go across the street to my car." 

I figured it wasn't the time to mention that we don't allow anyone to smoke in our car. Michael had made the rule and if he was willing to break it for these big clients, I wasn't going to stop him.

"You two want to come along?" asked Paul.

I wasn't sure what to do. I knew I didn't want to sit in a car full of cigarette smoke, but I noticed Grayson hadn't closed up his trousers.

"I think we'll stay here," announced Grayson.

Michael seemed fine with the idea, and when I didn't protest, he kissed me on the cheek and followed Paul toward the door.

"So what did you think of that act?" asked Grayson.

"Interesting."

"How so?" he prodded, as his hand returned to his lap. My eyes followed.

"I had no idea women could get off that way."

"Are you saying it takes a little more for you?"

"I would say it takes a lot more for me."

"You know," he said, fully exposing his cock again. "I haven't been this hard in ages."

"Really?" He seemed too young to have any problems with erections.

"I was beginning to think I was impotent until tonight. That was why I suggested this place to Michael. I wanted to see some really sexy women."

"Well, you certainly got your money's worth." I nodded to the stage as the music started up and four new dancers came out to dance for the men with the dollar bills.

"Actually, I think it has more to do with you."

"Me?" I laughed.

"I like the fact that you're sitting here next to me while I'm hard. Tell me," he said sliding over a tad closer, "did it turn you on to have me sitting so close while your husband played in your knickers?"

I felt my cheeks go flush in the dark and stared at the women on stage. So he had noticed after all. I didn't trust myself to look at him, but only grinned and watched the dancers. 

Grayson reached for my hand and took it beneath the table. I sat paralyzed as he wrapped my palm around his cock and closed his hand over mine. I looked in his eyes and his cock throbbed in response.

"Help me," he whispered, moving our hands up and down. 

I sat mesmerized watching my hand move up and down along his cock. His eyes stared into mine as the movement quickened. I felt like I was on an unstoppable course, as he squeezed my grip tighter around his cock. The look in his eyes told me he was getting close.

"Oh god," he gasped. "I'm gonna cum." 

I looked down at his cock and watched our hands.

"Quick," he said, pulling our hands away. "Suck it or I'll come all over my trousers."

Instinctively his hand went around my shoulders and pressed me toward his lap. It wasn't until my lips were over his cock that I questioned why I was doing this for him. His hands wove through my hair and guided my head up and down over his shaft. 

He was right about being ready. The cum shot in the back of my throat in warm spurts as he jerked in the booth. When he was finished, I sat up and straightened by hair as he zipped up his trousers and relaxed back into the booth.

"Oh my, that was sweet of you." 

I was felt both aroused and used. How did he know that I would do it? I drank my beer and forced myself to look at anything but Grayson while I waited for Michael to return. How long did it take to smoke a cigarette? The next act had already started before they finally came back to the booth. 

"I see they started without us," said Paul, staring at the dancer.

"So they have," smiled Grayson. "Amy and I were having such a delightful conversation, I hadn't noticed."

"Well, one more show like that last one and I'm going to have to take her home and have my way with her," warned Michael.

"One more show like that and we may have to join you," laughed Grayson.



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