Rocket1010
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Jack Adams 27 years old with long blonde hair sat with his friend, Ron Williamson, 27 years old, in the Pussycat Lounge discussing their friend, Robbie Johnson’s upcoming wedding. The lounge was an upscale gentlemen’s club on the outskirts of town that featured exotic dancers who were very attractive and danced for tips. The Lounge also offered private lap dances in a secluded area of the club. Jack had frequented the club in the past, stopping on his way home from his job in the city. In the past he had a few lap dances but nothing spectacular. The girls would tease him, rubbing against him and touching his groin area but since the lounge had a rule of no touching the girls, he had to be content to let them have their fun.
Sitting with his friend Ron, having a few beers, they talked about what to do for their friend’s upcoming wedding. As the girls danced on the dimly lit stage, gyrating their bodies for tips, the two men agreed they needed to have a bachelor party as a proper send off for their good friend.
The question was who they would hire to strip for Robbie. They discussed hiring an escort service but decided against it as they would not know who the service would send. They had looked at the brochures from several establishments but couldn’t decide on which one. That’s when Jack hit on the idea of coming to the Pussycat Lounge to see some of the women dance. “The women at this place are really great looking and they know how to dance. At least we would know what we’re getting for our money,” he told Ron as the announcer introduced the next dancer. “Gentlemen please welcome to our stage, Celeste.”
The two men turned their attention to a well-endowed woman beginning her dance on the stage. She immediately got Jack’s attention as she swayed to the music, gyrating seductively around the silver pole. She seemed to pick them out of the crowd of men, staring at them as she twirled and moved up and down the pole suggestively. She definitely had their attention, staring down at them, her arms moving over her head to accentuate her large breasts. Her nipples were hard and pressing against the thin material and Jack wondered what they would feel like if he could get his lips wrapped around them. There was a sudden growth in his trousers as he daydreamed of what he would love to do to this delicious woman. Her sensuous smile seemed to project to the men that she definitely knew the effect she had on them.
Moving to the edge of the stage in front of them, she slowly lowered her body until she was sitting in front of them. Jack had seen this move in the past from other dancers but there was something special about this dancer. His eyes were mesmerized by the shape of her breasts as she cupped them, then leaning down, shaking them in front of them, taunting them. The package in his trousers grew harder watching her breasts move side to side as if inviting him to shove his face into her cleavage. There was no need for words when her hands dropped to her slightly open thighs. Slowly like a conductor leading the orchestra to the final crescendo, she spread her thighs showing the men her sex, hidden only by a thin piece of material. She was encouraging them to put money into her G-string and they didn’t disappoint her. Both men grabbed some of the dollars laying in front of them, stuffing them inside the thin material.
Jack was tempted to touch her soft pedals but he knew there was a bouncer nearby. They kept an eye on the men, making sure no one took advantage of the girls when they were at the edge of the stage. Jack stuffed a few dollars into the front of her thong, seeing her smile seductively at him. The music ended and she walked off the stage, moving toward the bar area. Jack and Ron got up quickly, catching up to her as she got to the bar. “Hey great show Celeste. I’m Jack and this is Ron. We really liked how you move and we would love to have a private lap dance with you. We’ll make it your while,” he added thinking that if she did a great lap dance, they would ask her to strip for their friend.
Sitting with his friend Ron, having a few beers, they talked about what to do for their friend’s upcoming wedding. As the girls danced on the dimly lit stage, gyrating their bodies for tips, the two men agreed they needed to have a bachelor party as a proper send off for their good friend.
The question was who they would hire to strip for Robbie. They discussed hiring an escort service but decided against it as they would not know who the service would send. They had looked at the brochures from several establishments but couldn’t decide on which one. That’s when Jack hit on the idea of coming to the Pussycat Lounge to see some of the women dance. “The women at this place are really great looking and they know how to dance. At least we would know what we’re getting for our money,” he told Ron as the announcer introduced the next dancer. “Gentlemen please welcome to our stage, Celeste.”
The two men turned their attention to a well-endowed woman beginning her dance on the stage. She immediately got Jack’s attention as she swayed to the music, gyrating seductively around the silver pole. She seemed to pick them out of the crowd of men, staring at them as she twirled and moved up and down the pole suggestively. She definitely had their attention, staring down at them, her arms moving over her head to accentuate her large breasts. Her nipples were hard and pressing against the thin material and Jack wondered what they would feel like if he could get his lips wrapped around them. There was a sudden growth in his trousers as he daydreamed of what he would love to do to this delicious woman. Her sensuous smile seemed to project to the men that she definitely knew the effect she had on them.
Moving to the edge of the stage in front of them, she slowly lowered her body until she was sitting in front of them. Jack had seen this move in the past from other dancers but there was something special about this dancer. His eyes were mesmerized by the shape of her breasts as she cupped them, then leaning down, shaking them in front of them, taunting them. The package in his trousers grew harder watching her breasts move side to side as if inviting him to shove his face into her cleavage. There was no need for words when her hands dropped to her slightly open thighs. Slowly like a conductor leading the orchestra to the final crescendo, she spread her thighs showing the men her sex, hidden only by a thin piece of material. She was encouraging them to put money into her G-string and they didn’t disappoint her. Both men grabbed some of the dollars laying in front of them, stuffing them inside the thin material.
Jack was tempted to touch her soft pedals but he knew there was a bouncer nearby. They kept an eye on the men, making sure no one took advantage of the girls when they were at the edge of the stage. Jack stuffed a few dollars into the front of her thong, seeing her smile seductively at him. The music ended and she walked off the stage, moving toward the bar area. Jack and Ron got up quickly, catching up to her as she got to the bar. “Hey great show Celeste. I’m Jack and this is Ron. We really liked how you move and we would love to have a private lap dance with you. We’ll make it your while,” he added thinking that if she did a great lap dance, they would ask her to strip for their friend.
