A special Friday Night
I got to the club five minutes earlier. I was surprised. My friends are not waiting for me at the bar as usual.
Was I too early?
I called one of them – the closest to me to know their whereabouts.
"What?"
One has paid for the pass, and they are waiting for me in the club. First of its kind. He got a new car, and to celebrate it, the bills this Friday is on him. Not all the bills, though.
A special Friday night, indeed!
It made me smile. It has been a long time since I smiled outside my office.
I was still smiling, waving my key as I walked to the exclusive room.
That is when I saw her!
She's got long black hair almost reaching her waist. She was wearing the smallest pair of cut jeans short, a white shirt, a cowboy hat, and brown leather boots.
The most beautiful woman I have ever met or maybe noticed. She is not really dancing yet, but I knew she was a stripper. We have them around every Friday night. One of the things we get for paying for the VIP room at the club. However, not one of these strippers has ever got my attention.
I did not realize I had stopped halfway when I saw her until my friend dragged me by the arm.
"Common man, you don't have what it takes to satisfy her."
I was embarrassed. I had never thought I would be caught up in a situation like this. Not with my friends who think I am impotent. I was beginning to believe that too as I had never found any woman attractive until this night when my subconscious told me this stripper was beautiful.
I greeted my friends, and I sat down on the couch with one of them. Not that I was usually cheerful with them, but I was embarrassed, and that changed my mood.
As I sat down, I hurriedly searched for the girl. My eyes met her gaze almost immediately. She smiled, and that sent a shiver down my body.
"What the hell!" I mumbled and looked away immediately.
To distract myself, I grabbed a cup and then signaled to my friend sitting next to me to pass me the bottle of vodka.
"It is a Billionaire Vodka" I'm sure a cup would erase the thought of this sexy striper right away.
Did I just say sexy? Hilarious.
I buried my eyes in my phone as I gently sipped my alcohol. I was determined not to look at the stripper again.
That was deceit. My friends suddenly cheered, and before I knew what was happening, my eyes were already glued to the striper's sexy body.
The shirt is gone, and I can see through her body from the black bikini bra. Her boobs are huge, yet they fit right well on her chest.
I felt a bulge between my legs and immediately knew what that was. Little Chris saw the body, too, and it waved to say, "I want that."
Damn! I have never had an erection because of a woman. This woman right here has a strong hold on me, and there seems to be no way out.
I wanted to stand from the couch and leave the club immediately, but my legs were so heavy, and the dude in between my legs continued to struggle for acknowledgment.
My breadth ceased for a few seconds when I saw the girl walking towards me. I prayed earnestly that she passed me by. That was the longest I have prayed since I turned eighteen.
God must be angry. He did not answer the prayer. The girl walked over to me and was on her toes immediately. I felt all she needed was a tip. I've seen my friends do that countless times. I took out my wallet and dropped a hundred-dollar note on the floor beside her.
My friends reacted with disgust. I knew they would be. I ought to drop the tip on the stripper's body, but I can't.
As if the girl's brain functioned in the opposite direction, she saw the tip as a sign that I was enjoying her show. She removed the tiny jean to reveal her behind. She has an incredible ass. Her thong was hiding in between her butt cheeks.
Geez! Little Chris will not stop protesting. Before I could say or do anything, she was already riding the massive being down there. The bastard could not say no. It chose a woman over me and was reacting in pleasure.
I was carried away with pleasure when she suddenly stopped. My erection was visible, and my friends cheered. I watched the girl walk away from me and into the green room.
My friends continued to cheer. They want me to go after her. That was what the girl wanted too. I've seen the routine with my friends. The club management allowed sex for their exclusive members.
At the moment, other exclusive clubbers have joined in the cheering. They won't stop, so I stood up. The cheers became louder. They all could see my erection. It was a walk of shame, but I did it anyway. The noise subsided when I entered the green room.
Kate
I started to strut down the stage as my song was blasting in the background. To be honest, being a stripper is fun at first, but I have been performing the same act four nights a week for almost a year. It is starting to grow monotonous.
I still get excited about being in front of a lot of men because I enjoy flaunting my body. I enjoy watching their wide-eyed reactions as I spread my legs or squat down directly in front of them with only a g-string or a crotchless g-string covering my waxed, wet pussy lips and swollen clit.
When I initially began stripping, I used to have a problem because, despite being as dry as a bone when I started my act, after two minutes of stripping, grinding the pole, and staring into those hungry eyes, I couldn't resist feeling wet and hot as hell.
What I typically do is seek a man in my audience who is "more" decent-looking and make eye contact with him. I'd be concentrating primarily on him for the remainder of my performance. As soon as I'm done, I'd instruct the bouncer to tell the guy to enter the changing room
Strippers are not allowed to have sex with clubbers in the non-exclusive sections. Usually, we would go to his or my home. My roommate does not mind. She works at the club as a stripper and does that too.
I'm aware that this sounds risky, but the excitement of not knowing what will happen always makes me even more eager.
It is my first night performing in the exclusive room. The manager said I had been promoted. It is my first night in that section, and it has to be perfect. I chose my song. I wore the smallest pair of cut jeans short, a white shirt, a cowboy hat, and brown leather boots.
When I came out, my eyes quickly searched for a guy. The exclusive room was a full house, more than I had expected. There were lots of handsome men sitting around the stage, leering at me, and this time, instead of picking my guy for the night, I turned my face from them. There are too many of them.
I continued to dance around the pole again as I searched the room for my guy when I saw him walk in.
Shit! The man in his early thirties, as I presumed, is handsome. The black jean and blue polo fitted his talk, vascular body perfectly.
"That is my guy for the night," I concluded.
Then I went to the side of the stage and unbuttoned my shirt. I threw the shirt at the men and grabbed the pole, jumped on it, and started grindin’ my crotch. Sometimes I would cup my 36c tits and sandwich the pole between them and then squat down.
I was feeling horny by the minute. I felt the cool breeze against my naked skin. It is time to make a move. I watched as his expression changed when I walked toward him. He seems frozen for a while.
I stood in front of him with my legs open, unbuttoned the jeans, pulled down the zipper, and hooked my thumbs on the waistline. I went to my toes and looked back at him. I’m sure he could see my black thong by now, glittering under the light.
I could feel the spotlight zeroing in on my pussy and making me even hotter. I peeled my shorts, wiggling my ass in the process. I got a loud cheer! I was not expecting him to tip me, but I saw a hundred-dollar note drop to the floor.
Whatever that means, there is no going back. First, I covered my ass with my left hand and slowly exposed my asshole to him. I got some loud cheers, and I sat down immediately, grinding him.
I could feel his erection, and that turned me on. The cool air conditioner mixed with the hot spotlights made me feel brazen. I’ve got some goosebumps now. I’m not sure whether it was because of the cool air or the pleasure I got from his erect cock. Strangely enough, up until now, I haven’t seen a guy who took my fancy, and I’m not even picky!
I wanted more, so I stood and went to the green room. I hoped he would show up, but if he did not, I could always go down on the bouncer. We have done that a couple of times. This time, it won't be a biggie.
My First TimeAs I stood at the door waiting to be let in, several thoughts crossed my mind. I knew what I was doing. I knew it was my cue to leave the club, but I did not. I have never felt this way before. I have never gone after a woman before. I turned back to leave but realized the number of eyes on me. "What the hell is wrong with these men," I thought. I should go in there and have a conversation with the girl. A couple of dollars would do. It will put these men off my back, and I'm sure my friends would change their minds about my impotence.The door opened, and a bouncer let me in. I quickly scan through the room. There is a bed, not large but big enough for people to get smashed. The girl is on the edge of the bed. She lay down flat on the bed, with her legs facing me; she lifted both her legs high up in the air and opened them slowly as wide as they could go. Her hands held her thighs open. She put her feet flat on the bed, so now her knees were bent, but her legs were st
The Stripper is a Whore! We are finally home. I led her straight to my room. My workers, who are still awake, are staring in shock. I could hear the whispers of their gossip as I walked the stairs. For a moment, panic set in. I had not really meant it when I said we could come to mine. Christ, and now we are here. My heart reeled. Should I let her in? Of course! Hurry up! My mind screamed. I guess the alcohol had dulled my senses more than I had imagined as my fingers fumbled with the lock. The door opened, a cold front of outside air pushed in, and we went silently went in along with it. I stood dumbfounded against the wall as she quickly turned the lock, still cocooned in the arms of a slight stupor. I had too much at a time, trying to distract myself from the stripper who was now in my bedroom. This was crazy. She stood still in the shadows without a word, but I loomed over her. I couldn't make out her face except where the light etched along her mouth. It was the most seduct
I did not wake up to the chirps of birds as usual. It is Saturday morning and judging by the atmosphere, I slept past my workout time. Events from yesterday night crossed my mind and I remember immediately that I have a stranger in my room. I looked beside me but she was gone. Nothing of hers remains in the room. I found a note on the table at the center of the room. "This is the worst night of my life. I hope it wasn't for you Mr one minute. I got my pay too." Shit! I did sleep off of her yesterday. But it was not a bad first time for me. She was right about that. How dare she call me a one minute man. I've heard people talk about that phrase and I bet I know what that is. How could she qualify me like that? I was not sure I spent a minute thrusting. She must have left immediately. I checked my wallet and it was as if nothing came out of it. I don't know how much her pay is but knowing she didn't take the whole money surprised me. My stomach make horrible sounds. I am hun
ChristopherThe weekend seems short. Maybe because I could not get my mind off the event on Friday night. For years, I had lived every day the same way until last weekend. And now the event's effect on my life is, I don't know, disastrous I guess. There are things I ought to have attended to during the weekend that I didn't because my thoughts were hijacked. Now my phone won't stop ringing because an investor is giving my assistant a hard time. I sent him ahead to avoid his complaints. Where is my billionaire watch? I have checked my watch storage cases and it is nowhere to be found. It's not my most expensive watch but definitely my favourite. I love Mondays, so I reserve my best for the day. Shit! I used it on Friday. Did it fall off my wrist? Impossible! I quickly run through Friday again and then it hits me. The stripper! I was wondering if she took enough money when she said she has paid herself. I never knew she took my watch. I should probably just let it slide. I would ge
KateMonday morning sleep hits different. Jobless people like myself would scream yes. Well, I have a job. For me it is not about what I do but what gives me money. Let me rephrase that. I do not mind being a stripper so far it pays my bills and you know, meet my needs. "Finally awake" Bev grumbles as she comes out of our small kitchen in the cubicle we call room. We have been staying in that apartment for years, since I got to know Bev actually. We were broke and we could not afford a better house. We are still broke but we can afford a better place now. Bev runs a small boutique not far from the apartment and I get tips every night. Yeah, I work every night except for one day. It's my best day ever. That's an irony. Not that It never occurred to us to get another apartment but it is of no use. If things work out with Bev and her lover, she would move in with him and I would be left to pay the house bills. Too much expenses. Bev keeps hitting her legs or hands on everything in th
Christopher Kate? Who is Kate? I can't seem to get that name out of my mind. Who is she and why did she call? How did she get my contact? While I settle the miscommunication issue with our investor, my thoughts were clouded by these questions. I needed an escape from thinking about the stripper I met on Friday but this is not what I had pictured. Another woman? Is this the time Darren has been talking about? Where women will forcefully find their way into my life? The time I would have no choice but to welcome them? It can't be. I hate women and nothing is going to change that. Not even the sexy stripper I can't stop thinking about. To be logical, I wasn't even thinking about her. I have been thinking about how she made me feel. I'm a man and I have cleared that doubt, thanks to her. But I want more. I want that sensual movement in my hormones again. I miss it already. It's different. It's like heaven. It's sweeter than working on documents. I love potatoes, but the feeling is inco
KateI fought sleep to call exactly thirty minutes after. Once it's 9:40 am, I hit the dial button. I called several times but he did not pick up. Does he know who I am already? I contemplate calling his office line before I finally dialed the number. A woman with a thick voice answered the phone. "How may I help you?" She asked politely. "Direct the call to your boss" I answered"Why boss?""The one who owns the company" "You dialed the wrong number" the lady answered. I should mention his name. I checked the info for his name and before I could say, Chris, she hung up. "Geez," I thought I am the rude one. I've met my competitor. I tried his personal line again and it was the same. After waiting for half an hour and there was no response from him. I decided to send a voicemail to inform him I would be going to his house. It was not a threat, but I made it sound like one. He was just handsome and muscular for nothing. He has a big D too, the one he could not use. That was his of
ChristopherI have been dialing the number right back but Kate or whatever she is called has refused to pick up. "What the hell is going on? "Who is this lady?" I stormed out of my office, of course, not without Darren. I can't keep this to myself anymore. If he has a wife, it means he can deal with women and should be able to handle the situation. For me, women are synonymous with danger. I have been sweating profusely ever since I listened to the voicemail. I had just two security men with me. Since the beginning of the year, I stopped going out with an escort because I no longer feel comfortable with them. On Fridays, I do go to the club without any security. I drive out and back in by myself. While we were in the car, I continue to call. She finally picked. I wanted to ask who she was, how she got my number, and even my home address. She did not let me. Instead, she threatened me. "Chris, catch me if you can and if you don't, let's say you would be dead" "Geez, she knows my na