Santa's Stripper (closed)

[kristaswallows]

Snow was pouring down, and the parking lot in back of the Klassy Kitty had about an inch of the stuff accumulated on top of ice when Nora skidded in and slid into a space. She got out and made her way to the club's back door, which she could barely open enough to squeeze through. There was nobody in the hall at all, which meant that anybody could walk in the backdoor and straight into the dressing room without anyone even seeing them. Sure, Gino took care of his girls, but not enough to hire a bouncer to watch the back door. Or to shovel the damn snow out of the way.

She shivered as she started to undress. Her shift didn't really start for an hour, but Gino had called her and begged her to come in early. Two of the other girls hadn't shown up, so for the last hour he'd had two girls taking turn on the stage. Nora stripped off her hat and mittens, her coat, her thick sweater and thermal undershirt. The dressing room was cold, and she held her hand over the radiator. Cold to the touch. She turned the knob at the base and found in had been shut off. Because it would save money, no doubt. And if the girls came out a little blue, that would just make them want to get closer to the customers.

She kicked the snow off her boots and slipped them off, then her thick wool socks and her jeans. She was sliding her long underwear down when Gino came in. He was a fat, greasy, cheap bastard with a thick head of hair that covered most of his body. He was wearing a fat gold chain and a track suit that made him look like a refugee from the Sopranos, and even from ten feet away, she could smell garlic and cheap cigars.

"Where the fuck you been?" he asked. She was standing there, an hour early, freezing her ass off in just a bra, and he was bitching already. The radiator ticked as steam started to fill it, and he scowled. "You know how much it costs to heat this place?"

"We have to get naked back here," Nora said, reaching back to unhook her bra and prove her point. "And I can practically see my breath. Now will you fuck off, so I can get ready?"

"Well you're in a great fucking mood," he muttered. He knew he was full of shit, but even after running the place for ten years, he never seemed to tire of staring at naked girls. He'd stand there drooling at her tits as long as she gave him an excuse to keep talking. "Try not to give the customers too much of that attitude. Guys don't come to this place to get told off, huh?"

"Yeah, yeah," she said. "I'll be six different types of sugar and spice, but I have to get ready, so please...." She made a shooing gesture. He licked his lips thoughtfully as he looked her over, and then he shuffled back down the hall to his office.

Nora did her make up and toweled herself off until her skin was practically glowing. Then she slipped on a pair of white thigh highs and black pumps with 5" spike heels. She put on a silky white g string and a plaid skirt that covered a little more than half her big, round ass, and a white blouse that she could just barely tie over her 36DD breasts. She tied her curly blonde hair up in pigtails and looked at herself. She looked like innocence got run over by a sex train, but she knew it was a look that made guys spend their money.

"You're on," Gino said, sticking his head in.

"Did I say I was ready?" Nora said, but it was too cold in the dressing room to want to wait anyway. She shoved him as she walked past, ignoring his hand groping her ass and flipping him off as she stood in front of the curtain. Gino grabbed the mic as the song ended and Emily stalked off the stage, looking pissed, with a fist full of dollars.

"And now, give a warm, Klassy Kitty welcome to our silky little schoolgirl, Nora!" Gino said, and Nora turned.

"How many fucking times do I have to tell you not to use my real name?"

Gino shrugged and pointed to the stage, as the opening bars of Aerosmith's Ragdoll starting playing. Nora pushed through the curtain with a big smile pasted on her face. Gino knew full well she hated everything to do with the 80s. She tried to shut out the music, and just hear the beat as she strutted to the edge of the stage. There were four guys sitting close to the stage, looking pissed. Of course they were pissed. It was a week before Christmas.

She turned her back to them, and then bent down and grabbed her ankles. One of them held up a dollar, and she slunk towards him. Once, Christmas hadn't been the most miserable time of the year. She could remember being excited about it, but that had been a long time ago. She'd learned pretty quickly that all that hope and anticipation just left a bitter aftertaste. Somewhere there were happy families and warmth and love and charity and all that Hallmark shit they showed on TV. It sure as hell wasn't anywhere near Detroit.

 

[milkmaiden38]

pick the one you like best. Then I'll edit the post

 

[cbelle02]

As soon as she heard Gino announcer her, Cori (formally known as Nora) plastered a smile on her face as she turned the corner to walk out onto the state. She had a knack for faking it when she wasn't really into it, which lately was hardly ever. Strutting across the stage in her heels, she bent down to take the dollar from a man, giving him a sultry wink, while letting the other side of the room get a good view of her round ass. She tucked it into her top and moved on.

She did a series of squats, hip moves, gyrations, all meant to show off her body. Keeping herself in shape was something she was proud of, but it was just another part of the job. Better body=more tips=more bills paid. Soon, she would rip the white blouse off, exposing a perfectly full, round, natural pair of breast, covered only by two pasties shaped like Christmas trees. They had to throw some Christmas spirit in somewhere right?

She would slap the hands that tried to touch her as she reached for their dollars. And despite the rules of the club, it happened often. But she was used to it, and she'd put up with a lot for as long as she needed to.


She never really saw any of the crowd. Sure, she'd look at them, blow a kiss, wink, grin, but she rarely took in any real faces. They were all the same to her. But as she scanned the crowd for bills, she noticed the man dressed as Santa. Huh, at least someone is having a good Christmas, she thought as she moved languidly, her hips swaying toward the man. He was older but as she bent down, she met his eyes, and something shook her. It was like she could see her own troubles reflected in them. She forced the sexy smile to stay on her face as she took the dollar, touching his hand. "Thank you, Santa." She whispered, her voice low and sensual. Then she was gone again, working the stage.

Next to go was her skirt, revealing only a skimpy, thin white thong. Her breasts bounced as she moved around the stage, swinging on the pole, ending her number with her legs wrapped around the top and hanging upside down, her long hair brushing the floor. The muscles in her legs evident as they held her up. After, she flipped herself up to grab onto the pole and drop down, picking up her things and with one more glance at the Santa, exited the stage.

Cori grabbed a bottle of water and drank it down. It was hot on state, despite the few clothes she wore. She pulled on a tank top and skirt that she would wear until her next performance, or until someone wanted a lap dance. She tucked her tips away and sat down to cool down a bit. She didn't really like many of the other girls there. They hated her because she got the most tips but unlike them, it wasn't just extra spending money for her. It was her income.

She thought back again to the man dressed as Santa. What was it about him that had jarred her? It wasn't like her to notice anyone these days. She just did what she had to do and moved on. No, it meant nothing. He was just a man dressed as Santa in a strip club. But there was something about the fact that he was a man dressed as Santa in a strip club that said wonders. She just wasn't sure what that was yet.

Shaking her head to brush the thought away, Cori decided she needed a drink and walked out to the bar. "Hey Kat, " She grinned when the bartender came over. "Just the usual, honey, and only one tonight, I gotta get back on stage soon." As she waited, she found herself curiously scanning the crowded club to catch sight of the Santa.

 

[cbelle02]

"Here, let me get that for you," came a low, but friendly voice from her left. Cori sighed and was tempted to ignore the person. She got hit on a lot, and it was more annoying than flattering. Every person thinking they could have their chance. She turned to give the guy a polite dismissal but stopped when she realized it was the Santa. The guy intrigued her, she had to admit. He held out his hand as he introduced himself as Jacob.

"Yes, it's my actual name. I have a stage name but dumbass back there never remembers it." She smirked, gesturing back behind the stage.

"You were great up there," he complimented her and she shrugged. "It's my job. Do it enough, you get good at anything." She said, dismissing the flattery but offering a polite smile.

"Are you on stage again tonight?" He asked as the bartender brought their drinks. She nodded and thanked him for the drink. "Yeah, I'll be back on, but not til later. I usually just have a drink and bum around back stage unless someone wants a lap dance or a private session." She looked him over. He was a bit older, but not bad looking for an older guy, even through the Santa suit.

"So...what's with the suit, anyway?" She finally asked him, reaching out she playfully tugged on the fake beard, letting it pop back into place slightly askew. "Usually people in costume end up on stage." She joked. "Come back on ladies night and put on a show for us." She grinned, leaning against the bar.

 

[cbelle02]

Cori listened as the man explained his situation. A department store Santa sounded nearly as unappealing as her own mode of earning a living. She understood the "temporary" part and wondered just how long he'd been in his temporary line of work. Stripping was supposed to only be temporary for her too, to help earn a little extra money, pay her way through college. But life, being the sadistic asshole that life was, threw more and more hard circumstances her way and now she depended on it just to get by.

She wanted to ask him more, to find out more about the man behind the Santa suit. She was curious to what led him to his current plight in life. He was here, in a strip joint, in a Santa suit, on a Tuesday night. That didn't leave much room for a wife or family. Why did she care? He was just another guy like the million other guys that frequented the Klassy Kitty. They all had lives of their own, but she never thought anything of them. So why was this man so intriguing to her? What made him any different than the rest? She was about to ask him more when he continued on, running his cliche Santa lines.

She laughed politely. "No need to check, Santa. You saw me up there, you can probably guess which list I'll be on." Considering the past few shitty Christmases she'd had, she figured she must be on the naughty list. But that was not of his concern.

"Well how about you give Santa a lap dance then Cori?" The man asked her. Cori couldn't say she was surprised, why else would he be talking to her. She put on her usual fake enthusiasm and nodded. "Sure. Can't say no to Santa, can I?" She winked, looking him over. She could tell he was older, maybe 45ish, but he didn't look bad for his age. At least from what she could tell. She'd given lap dances and more to guys much older and much less attractive. It wouldn't be a big deal.

"Well...my usual going rate for a lap dance in private $100 but for you, in the spirit of Christmas, I'll take $50." She grinned. It was her usual line, quote a higher price then make them feel special by giving them a "discount." Private dances were twice as much as regular lap dances. But she dropped the price even lower for the Santa than she usually would.

"I don't go back on for another hour. Is now good for you?" She asked, stepping off her seat and grabbing her drink. She held out her hand for him. "You can bring your drink."

With a smile, she led him away from the bar and through the club into her private room. It held a mini self-serve bar, a couch with soft suede cushions, a pole and stage for any private pole dances, and another chair made like the couch. "Have a seat." She gestured toward the couch and chair.

"Before I start, Santa, why don't you tell the naughty girl what you'd like?" She asked, perching gently on one of his knees.

 

[cbelle02]

Cori glanced down at the large hand on her knee. Despite the sign and the rules, she allowed it to stay there. After all, it wasn't exactly inappropriate. She nodded at his request. "Of course." She grinned and rose from his lap. "Keeping track of all the good kids and bad kids and delivering all those toys much be stressful. You deserve a little fun yourself."

She crossed the room to turn on the music, choosing "Santa Baby" which was slow enough and appropriate for the occasion. Then she slowly walked back toward him. Currently, she wore the simple tight black tank top and a short denim skirt that she had changed into after her performance, along with black heels that weren't quite so stripper high. But he hadn't asked her to change so she didn't worry about it.

Stopping in front of him, she moved her hips slowly to the rhythm of the music, leaning forward to give him sight of her cleavage. Then she pulled back, her eyes never leaving him, and very slowly pulled her top upward, exposing inch after inch of smooth flesh. She turned around just as the fabric stopped underneath her breasts. Her back to him, she pulled the top the rest of the way off. Tossing it aside, she wriggled her hips some more before bending forward. The skirt rose to give him a view of her ass and the strip of red thong. If he looked closely enough, he could even see the outline of the lips of her pussy underneath the silky fabric.

She rose again and turned to face him. She bra she had worn under her tank top was black lace that exposed ample cleavage. Her hands moved slowly up her body, cupping and squeezing her breasts together. They slid back down to her waist where she wriggled her hips out of the skirt, letting it drop and kicking it to the side. Approaching him, she lightly brushed her fingers across his cheek and through the fake beard.

Grinning she moved back, turning around again, dipping and gyrating her hips in front of him, hovering over his lap. She reached behind her, unsnapping the bra and letting it fall. Then she turned around, straddling his thighs, her full, natural, heavy breasts nearly touching his face, her nipples a dark shade of dusky pink. She hovered over him, rocking her hips, never touching.

Leaning down to whisper in his ear, she said, "Even Santa should get to be a little naughty sometime. Maybe later, I'll let you break the rules..." With that, she pulled back and stepped away from him to remove the last bit of clothing. Once the tiny thong was gone, she stood before him in nothing but her heels just as the song ended. She kept her pussy clean shaven and as she propped a foot on the chair beside Jacob, if he looked closely enough, he could see the pink lips glistening slightly with moisture.

Usually, she'd say something like that last line as a teaser, but never letting it actually go that far. But even she didn't know whether or not that was the case tonight.

"So what do you think, Santa?" She asked him. "Do you like your new toy?"

 

[cbelle02]

Cori took the money Jacob handed her and placed it in a small pouch on a side table and turned back to him.

"So, does my new toy come with any additional features....?" Jacob asked as his hand slid along Cori's thigh. She bit her lip as goosebumps formed on her flesh. Normally, this would be where she would swat the hand and warn the client of the strict no touching rule. But she didn't this time. There was something about this man that was making it hard for her to stick to her usual routine.

"Well...this is just the basic model. If you want to upgrade to fancier features, that costs a little extra..." She whispered, running her fingers over his cheek, down onto the beard. "But...maybe I can give you one free upgrade, because you've been so nice." She offered with a sweet smile.

No no no. That was not how this was supposed to go. Usually, when asked about extras, she would ask for a lot of money because she hated performing such things on the typically disgusting men with questionable hygiene practices. And sometimes, if she really wasn't in the mood, she'd turn it down completely. But to offer for free? Unheard of!

Still, she didn't go back on her word.

"Santa doesn't like to share his toys," The man said as his hand moved further up the back of her thigh to cup her firm, round ass cheek. A small gasp escaped her lips. She should be slapping his hand away, enforcing the no touching rule, ending the whole transaction. She'd done it plenty of times before.

But she allowed it, even slightly pressed her ass into his hand. "Mmm I know. But unfortunately, I still have to work. So, you'll have to share me for a little longer..." She said, a small pout on her lips. The hand on his beard dropped to his chest, over the fuzzy suit.

"What time do you finish working?" He asked as his hand squeezed her ass cheek gently.

Normally, she'd say some sweet gentle turn down line to the question that she was often asked. She just remained quiet, letting her hand travel further down his suit until she reached the waistband of his pants. Carefully, she knelt beside him, unbuckled the big black belt of his suit and worked them apart until she could slide her small hand down the front of his pants.

She gasped as her hand came into contact with his shaft. She could tell he was sizable from the bulge in his pants but it wasn't until her small hand wrapped around the hot, pulsing rod that she realized how big he was. A bolt of heat flushed through her, settling between her legs.

"Santa's packing more than toys tonight..." She whispered as she slowly started to work her fist along his length. "Don't tell anyone you got this for free. This is for Santa only."

Gently, she pulled his thick cock free from his trousers, moaning at the sight of it. Drops of precum formed at the head and she was tempted to lean forward to slide her tongue along the tip, to taste him. But she refrained. Reaching over, she pulled a bottle of lube from the nearby table and poured some into her hand, warming it before returning back to his shaft.

"How does that feel, Santa? Am I being a good girl?" She asked softly, her grip tightening and sliding along his length. Generally, she would work as quickly as possible, going through the motions, to make the man cum as soon as possible. But she was taking her time with Jacob. She wanted to pleasure him.

"I hope you have a nice, thick load ready for me..." She breathed, her hand increasing its pace. "I would absolutely love it if you shot all over my tits."

Plenty of clients had requested that, but not even once had she entertained the idea. The thought of their sticky, slimy cum on anything other than her hand was repulsive. But not Jacob's. Sure, she'd had attractive clients before, ones that didn't completely repulse her, but the act still seemed degrading. But with Jacob, it was different. With Jacob, she wanted it.