Stripped

He couldn't believe he was doing this. Where had his personal life gone so wrong that he was resorting to this? I mean it wasn't all that long ago he was in, what he thought was, a happy, loving, long term relationship. Or was it? Shit...Becky was 18 months ago. The way it had ended had left some pretty deep scars, maybe that was why it felt like only last week she had torn his world apart. Since then his confidence had hit rock bottom and steadily his social life had crumbled away, leaving him spending long nights alone in what he liked to think of as his bachelor pad, but what in reality had become a cage of nightly (sometimes twice nightly) self abuse.

But porn and internet chat rooms where quickly loosing there appeal and, apart from one very brief encounter in a corridor of a night club, it had been 18 months since he had felt the silky flesh of a woman against him. He had almost forgotten what a woman felt like, the soft velvet of their skin, the heat of their body, the joy of taking a hard nipple and sucking it gently between his lips. Oh and the taste of pussy, what was that like again? He couldn't recall but he remembered it was good.

It was these thoughts endlessly swimming through his head as he sat alone in his 'pad' this evening that had forced his hand. He needed a woman's touch again. So he emptied his account of what money he had left from that months wages and dressed himself to impress. Shiny fake Italian leather shoes, best suit trousers and tight fitting dress shirt leaving the top few buttons open. He messed up his wavy brown hair with wax and lightly coated his skin with Hugo Boss. He even trimmed his messy beard (of which he was quite proud) into some fashionable stubble. Standing there in front of the mirror staring at his slender, athletic, 6ft frame he wondered what the problem was. 'I'd do me' he thought.

He almost changed his mind at this point, maybe the local pub would be a better idea? Maybe I'll meet someone there. But he had already tried and failed in this endeavor, women can smell fear.

And so it was that at 10pm on this Friday evening Dave took a last deep breath, strode with all the confidence he could muster past the two burly men on the door, up the long dark staircase, paid his £10 entrance fee, before walking through the black curtain into Diamonds Strip Club. Alone.

His heart immediately skipped a beat before making up for the loss by doubling in rate. Seriously what was he doing here?

The room before him was surprisingly...well classy. He had half expected a dimly lit, seedy bar, patrolled by scantily clad desperate woman who were slightly too old to be wearing what they were and a barman that looked as though he would stab you in the neck as soon as serve you a drink. Instead the room was well lit and full of thick expensive leather chairs and booths built around glass tables. The room was sweet smelling from fragrant perfume but was also tinged with a musk. The bar to his right was long and made of heavy dark wood and the barman wasn't a man at all but and attractive lady in her mid thirties wearing a tasteful but tight black dress that hugged her curves in all the right places.

Under normal circumstances his eyes would have stayed fixed on her but the view (or views) across the room was something else to a sex starved young man. The room was busy (of which he was glad) but not too busy (which was also a relief). At the far end of the club a twenty-something girl was hanging upside down from a pole on a small stage wearing nothing but a small black thong. Several man sat and stood around the stage and watched her 'performance' close up. Elsewhere there where men sat, some in groups, others on their own. But each had next to them at least one girl dressed in varying stages of undress, some in something frilly, some in something silky others in something altogether different but all with porcelain painted faces and all with a leg draped over there captive male.

Elsewhere girls disappeared and reappeared from secret curtains in the perimeter wall, often with a man in tow sometimes not.

The view only increased his heart rate.

A drink. Double Scotch over Ice. Served with a smile. Now what? A seat. But where? Before he had a chance to even finish the thought he felt a brush against his arm. It gave him shivers, every hair on his body suddenly came alive as he felt a touch familiar but from a forgotten memory.

'Hi baby'

He turned to see her...

Joyce

"Would you like a lap dance?"

Without giving him a chance to answer, I sat down and asked him to buy me a drink. Of course for us they were just flavored tea at a horrendous price, but that was what we were here for - to give the patron some attention and help him spend money.

And I was good ar that. I get a commission on the drinks, and get to keep all my tips and lap dance money, but I pay a bundle for the privilege of getting naked up on stage. It beats working in an office and paying into social security and all that stuff.

The next few minutes were just a blur, he'd bought her a drink, god knows what or how much he paid for it, she led him away to a less busy corner of the club and was now sitting close to him, looking deeply into his eyes. He never had even a moment to consider what was happening or what his next move would be. He was part of a dance that he was somehow not part of. All he could see was the girl.

She sat him down on of the booths. He tried the keep his eyes off her almost bare breasts and her long sexy longs but it was futile. He was in now. He was hers and he knew it. All he could do was smile nervously. Why had he come here?

He wanted to eat her up.

Joyce

The music played and I wiggled my ass and turned around and put it in his face. This was all an act to get him to buy more dances and spend more money.

But he seemed lost, and I was there to help and make him feel loved and wanted.

We are prohibited from "shoplifting", the term we use to cover dating a customer. If he wanted to date me, all he had to do was ask and I would have him scribble his name and a phone number or e-mail address and I could reach him if I wanted or needed to.

When the song ended, I was only inches from his face. I knew he could smell my scent, and if he wanted, for of course my fee, i would let him smell me all night. All he had to dio was ask.

But next it was my turn on the main stage. Bonnie was finnished, and my styage name (Ambe)r had been called.

I had to gol but I invited him to watch me and see me totally nude. After my dance, I would come back to him if he was still here and wanted me to.

What was she doing to him? He knew deep down exactly what, but he was ruled by something else now. He watched her dance for him. He sat on his hands to prevent him from reaching out and touching her. He knew that rule well enough, at the same time all he could think about was touching her. He was sure he could smell her pussy through the thin fabric, was she getting turned on too?

She said her name was Amber, obviously a fake but he lapped it up. He answered only when he was spoken to and gladly came to watch her solo performance on stage. Watching, almost feeling pride that she was his girl...what was he thinking? He saw the other man leering at her, watching her as she pulled her panties slowly down her long legs, exposing her exquisite cunt. He swallowed hard. His primal urges taking over. He wanted this girl before him. He hoped that she wanted him. It couldn't be all about the money could it? He was deluding himself and he knew it.

What would it take? She stared in his direction as she slid her hand between her legs, he almost felt she was inviting him to fuck her right there and then in front of everyone. His eyes never left her. What would it take?

Once the performance was over he returned to their seat, he made sure her drink was waiting...

Joyce

I twisted and turned and did my routine, but through the entire song I kept my eyes glued on him and tried to make him think I was dancing just for him.

Protocol kept the other girls from hitting on him while I was on stage, so I could seduce him from afar as I opened my blouse and then dropped my bra axposing my perfect 36C breasts. I hugged the pole with a tit on each side, and fantacized that it was his cock there in between them.

I climbed the pole and while on it, I used my unique ralent to take off my panties and become completely nude. they couldnt see my shaved pussy because the pole was in its way rubbing it just as I liked but I slid off the pole and laid onm my back with my cujn t toward him, and let him imagine that i was layingf there ready for fim.

I was, but not here.

When the song ended, I grabbed my stuff and left the stage. In the dressing area I put my costume back on and then returned to him with a smile and asked how he liked my dance.

...'very impressive. I couldn't take my eyes of you baby. Thats one very lucky poll.'

His third double scotch was loosening him up and he was beginning to relax.

'I have to say as much as I love the outfit you look much better out of it.'

It was really loosening him up and he was starting to feel more at ease with her. The x-rated performance around the poll that seemed to be just for him had worked its magic, he was now hopelessly turned on by her. He had never seen such perfect tits and as she slid them either side of the poll his mind was quick to replace it with his cock. And as she lent back to display her glorious pussy to him he yearned to taste it.

All he could think of now was being alone with her. How far would she go? And at what cost? He thumbed his wallet.

Handing her the drink he asked the question;

'Is there anywhere quieter that we can go...private??'

Joyce

"Well, I'm on duty until ten, but we can go into the VIP room. It's private, and therefore the rules are a lot less strict. The room is guarded by security, but if I invite you we can go in, but a dance in there is 100 bucks.

If you like what we do, we can meet later after ten and go wherever you want to take me, but we cant make a date official while we are here.

We picked up our drinks and went to the door of the VIP room. Once inside, I took his hands and put them around me, and mine went around his neck as I gave him a nice wet kiss with lots of tongue.

Aftrward I tolf jim "That was nice, but there uis more to come", as another song started for the next dancer, and he sat on a couch while I again started my dance.