The Stripper and the Frat Boys (closed for AlisonMarch)

[LeftyT]

As they pulled into the parking lot of the Strip club, Shawn was getting excited. "Fuck yeah, Bro, we should have started here. Do you believe that fuckin lame ass party? Bunch of chunky, ugly, stuck up cunts. Nothin but prime pussy here." Eric rolled his eyes as he stepped out of the driver's side of his BMW, he didn't particularly like Shawn, but he was a fraternity brother, so he figured he'd put up with his crap for another few months.

Eric was 22, and only a few months from graduating. He wasn't sure if he would get a job in the corporation that his father currently ran as CFO, of if he would go to Law School, or if he would get his MBA. Whichever, he knew he would be a success, it just came naturally to him. Just like his exploits with women. Yes, he was very good looking, in a clean cut, old money, rich boy kinda way, but there was more than that. Women were drawn to him, the confidence, the intelligence, the charm. He knew he could have just about any girl at the University, or their moms, or his female professors. He'd had all of the above and wasn't done by any means.

Shawn wasn't as polished to say the least. He was on the University's Wrestling team, he was loud, brash, very muscular, and not too bright. Girls were attracted to his body, and his long blonde hair, but not many stayed around after he opened his mouth. He was only 21, and he was developing a bad repuation with the girls in college, becuase he didn't take no for an answer and he used his brute strength to get what he wanted.

As soon as they walked in and got past the bouncer, they took a seat at the bar. About ten seconds later a young blonde with large fake breasts was sitting on Shawn's lap and he was buying her a drink, she was asking if he wanted a lap dance.

Eric looked around and surveyed the room. Several girls caught his eye, but he didn't want to appear too eager.

He did notice one girl in particular, she was older than most of the girls, looked to be about 30, or a couple years older, a hot curvy brunette. She didn't look like she belonged, maybe new on the job, maybe a little reluctant. She appeared to be next up on stage, so Eric found a seat in the front on perverts row and got his $1and $5 bills ready.

 

[AlisonMarch]

Ali was sipping a drink by the bar, smiling and not listening to the scumbag who was trying to chat her up. He was the kind of guy who thought a three day beard and a fat gut made him a real man. He had told her three times already that he had TiVo'd the latest pay-per-view pro-wrestling special, and seemed to be waiting for her to jump at the opportunity to go home with him.

On the other hand, he had a big roll of cash, and she was teasing it out of him slowly but surely. She saw the college kids come in, and gave her redneck a quick appraisal. The college guys could be the best, they almost all had money, but a lot of them were unbelievably tight with it, and things could get pretty ugly when they couldn't hold their drink or manage their pride.

The bartender came by and gave her a nod, and she looked up on stage. Kym was down to her g string, with her knees draped over some lucky guy's shoulders and a nice thick clump of green on her hip. Ali gave a sugary smile and excused herself, encouraging her new friend to come up by the stage and watch her dance. She slipped back into the dressing room to touch up her make up and her outfit.

She was 33 years old, older than any of the other girls at Slick's. She was one of the only ones without implants, too, but her the 34DDD breasts nature gave her with seemed to do the job well enough. They didn't sit quite as high on her chest as they had ten years earlier, but it was nothing a pushup bra couldn't fix. Slick kept her dancing because she let her age be an advantage, going for a wholesome, whitebread MILF next door look, with her hair in a loose ponytail and her make-up understated compared to the girls in their early 20s.

When she came on stage, she looked like a porn movie's version of just getting out of bed. Her fuzzy slippers had 5" heels and the white negligee was tantalizingly sheer, hinting at her silk corset and the lush curves of her body underneath and she started with a slow song, which pissed the other girls off. Slow songs were hard to give a lapdance to when you were coked up, but didn't want to spend 3 songs humping the pole. She used the first song to tease and flirt, and see who was going to be tipping well, and then picked it up for the other two songs, working whoever was hot.

This time there were two. Her guy from the bar was front and center, hot to trot and every time someone held up a bill, he waved another at her, trying to keep her focus on him. The other was one of the college boys, a guy who probably had been rich since the US was still british. Sometimes, they were the cheapest ones, but he had a pile of bills and was looking at her in that way. She gave him a smile and a wink the first time she passed, and then let her eyes find him again as she worked the stage, sending him that signal, that said, "You're not like the rest. You are special."

 

[LeftyT]

Eric sat and watched her dance to the slow song. She was teasing and flirting, but she was also checking out every guy in the front row, sizing each one up seeing how much they tipped and how they reacted. He watched her in a detached, cool manner, not giving her anything to work with. He watched the redneck hand over bill after bill, trying to monopolize her attention at the expense of the other patrons. Eric smiled to himself, go ahead Cletus, you have no fucking idea who you are up against.

She really was amazing, he realized, now that he was getting a closer look. Her body was incredibly curvy, huge breasts (that looked natural) and a sweet, curvy round ass with just the right amount of wiggle. She had the body of a woman, not a girl. She also looked so damn cute in her ponytail and MILFy lingerie, complete with high heeled slippers.

Eric always was attracted to older women, not that she was that much older than him, probably. A therapist told him it was because of a distant, cold mother figure. He knew it was more an effect of his first sexual experience, with his family's brazilian housekeeper. He was 14, she was in her 40's. He could still hear her voice and smell her perfume. Silly little college girls had nothing on an experienced mature woman.

He remembered the rules his father gave him when they first went to a strip club together (yes, his father was a unique individual.)
1} act like a gentleman, it will separate you from 90% of the other losers
2} Lots of eye contact, don't just stare at tits and ass.
3) Tip well
4)smile frequently, pretend like you care

He remembered after he said that he added "you'll thank me someday, use thise rules, and you'll get tons of blow jobs, my boy."

As the song was coming to a close, he caught her eye. He gave a "come over here" nid and wink. He had not given,her any money, and she had started to lose interest. When,she walked over, gave him a flirty smile, he stuck out his hand, as if to offer a handshake. She got a puzzled look on her face, but she extended her hand anyway. He shook her hand like they were making an important business deal, and slipped a bill into her palm. She looked down and saw,the $100 he had just given her. She tried to play it cool, but he caught the momentary surprise. He leaned in, ans whispered "Hi beautiful, don't be a stranger, now, ok? She leaned over gave him a kiss on,the cheek and replied "i'll come see you after my stage time, baby"

He sat down, leaned back and gave Cletus a self satisfied grin.

 

[AlisonMarch]

As the song was coming to a close, richie rich caught her eye. He gave a "come over here" nid and wink. He had not given her any money, and she had lost interest. When she walked over, she gave him a quizzical smile, and he stuck out his hand, as if to offer a handshake. She got a puzzled look on her face, but she extended her hand anyway. He shook her hand like they were making an important business deal, and slipped a bill into her palm. She looked down and saw the $100 he had just given her. She tried to play it cool, but he caught the momentary surprise. He leaned in, and whispered "Hi beautiful, don't be a stranger, now, ok? She leaned over gave him a kiss on,the cheek and replied "i'll come see you after my stage time, baby"