Jeff and Evan were looking forward to their evening out on the town. In two days, Evan would be a married man and Jeff, who had known him since they both were in the first grade, wanted to help his best friend celebrate his few remaining days of bachelorhood.
They had decided to go to a local bar, which featured exotic dancers. Jeff had been a semi-regular at this bar but for Evan, this was his first visit.
As they walked into the establishment, they noticed that there was a sign indicating that tonight was "Amateur Nite." Jeff had been here before on such nights and remembered that the pickings on the stage tended to be slim, attractive housewives, teachers and office workers who thought they had a calling…and a good body. Jeff was about to steer Evan back out the door when he heard the announcer introducing the next "act." He looked at the runway and stopped dead in his tracks.
"Wow!…Get a look at her!" he said to Evan. Evan focused his gaze on the runway where one of the amateurs was beginning her dance to the heavy beat of "Eye Of The Tiger". They both took notice of her and couldn't take their eyes off her. She wasn't the usual wannabe that Jeff was used to seeing. She had a nice golden tan and long blonde hair which hung to below her shoulderblades. The one thing that stood out more than anything was her height. She had to be close to six feet. Jeff had a thing for tall women but this girl seemed to be at least as tall as he was. He turned to make a comment to Evan and noticed that his gaze was riveted on this girl. Jeff nudged him and said. "Wanna stay for a bit?".
"Umm, ye…yes." Evan stammered.
"Lemme go grab us a couple of beers….find us some seats…..CLOSE."
Evan found some empty seats right next to the runway. They didn't seem to be in great demand probably because of the reputation of past amateur nights. It didn't make Evan one bit unhappy as he still was virtually staring at the dancer's body as she was removing the few items of clothing that she had started with.
By the time Evan had sat down, she was clad only in a revealing g-string, having removed the shorts and tube top that she had begun with. He made eye contact with her and elicited a smile from her. She was dancing her way toward Evan when Jeff returned with their beers.
"Doing pretty well, buddy boy." He observed.
Jeff sat down next to Evan as the dancer knelt down on the runway in front of them. She cupped her shapely breasts, looked directly at Evan and asked…"What do you think?"
Evan's chin dropped and he was rendered momentarily speechless. Jeff interjected "My friend here is getting married in a few days and I think he is taken with you."
"I think you're right." She chuckled. "Married huh?"
"Ye..yes." Evan blurted, totally flustered.
"What's your name baby?" she asked.
"Evan"
"And yours?" she asked, turning to Jeff.
"Jeff"
"Well, Evan and Jeff, my name is Chloe and I think tonight may be a good night for you."
"Really?" Jeff asked since Evan was still unable to speak.
"Yes, really….tonight is kinda slow and the manager said that I could do lapdances if I wanted to. Since it is sort of a special occasion, I would like to do one for Mr Evan if he wants. It would be on me…no charge. Besides, he is kinda cute…even if he can't talk." she giggled.
With that, Chloe sat and swung her legs off the runway and stood in front of them. They stood and followed her to a secluded area in a back corner of the bar behind a heavy curtain. Once behind the curtain, she motioned for them to sit on a couch near the wall.
Looking into Evan's eyes, she turned and straddled his thighs with her back toward him. She then sat in his lap, gently grinding her shapely behind on to his lap. Evan leaned his head back, closed his eyes, let out a sigh of resignation as his manhood began to need more room in his pants.
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Stage Fright - NOT - Chapter 2
(by JuliesKiss)
Chloe continued to swivel her ass all over Evan's lap until he could no longer stand it.
"Maybe Jeff would like to experience a little of your talent." Evan sheepishly suggested.
Chloe turned to Jeff who chuckled lightly and patted his lap. Chloe heard Evan give a sigh of relief as she scooted off his lap and onto Jeff's. Evan then ordered more drinks and began to loosen up. Chloe could tell because he fixated on her bouncing breasts as she rocked back and forth on Jeff. She laughed as she once again cupped them for him and he licked his lips. Just then the club owner came over and appeared in front of Evan.
"Welcome to Club Medieval, where we're not evil and we're not pure, we're just somewhere in the middle." He smiled coyly at his lame joke and stretched out his hand to Evan. Evan shook his hand and took the time to look around. It was nice enough place with a plush interior of indigo blue and antique silver. There were couches scattered about and he could see others performing like Chloe. His gaze traveled to the stage and he noticed that they were bringing a chair out.
"Jeff here tells me you're getting married, son." Evan nodded in agreement, his mind becoming foggy from all the alcohol. "We'd like to help you celebrate the coming occasion. Are you up for some fun?" Again Evan nodded, his eyes riveted to Chloe's heaving chest as the manager practically dragged him up from his chair. Evan followed dutifully and found himself climbing the stage steps to the chair. He was directed to sit and as he did so, he grinned at his buddy and waved, definitely a bit tipsy.
Meanwhile Chloe had stopped her pumping action on Jeff's groin. She figured Jeff better not cum since she was doing this for free. She giggled to herself as she thought of how her Math students would view her if they knew she came here to play every so often. The music temporarily quieted and she turned to the stage, smiling as she saw her friend appear behind Evan who was facing the audience.
Raven was Chloe's exact opposite. Standing 5'2" and not weighing much over 100 lbs., she was a very petite woman. Her hair was pulled back into a strict bun but several black curls were threatening to spill out. Her dark chocolate eyes got your attention, big and beautiful. The soft glow of the lights brightened her already pale skin to an almost cream color. She was wearing black rimmed glasses and a soft belted red robe, the final accessory being a pair of 4 inch black stiletto heels. Chloe leaned over to Jeff's ear and whispered, "Would you believe she's a librarian?"
Raven touched the shoulders of the man in front of her as the song began. She felt the smooth muscles beneath his shirt and lightly squeezed them. Moving around to the front, she whipped off her glasses and sent them scattering to the floor, Evan's eyes trailing after them. When he turned back, she was undoing her hair, allowing the dark mass to tumble down her back. Her eyes burned brightly and the audience was reminded of a sex kitten, someone wanting to paw her way around and investigate. Raven's fingers immediately went to the belt on her robe as the music gave way to an erotic rhythm. She slipped the belt off and tossed the robe, revealing a dark purple bra (if you could call it that) and gstring. The 'bra' was nothing more that a band around each breast with a tassel hanging off the nipple. The gstring was normal enough but Evan noticed that there were soft pubic hairs curling away from it which somehow stimulated him much more than a shaved area would.
Raven swirled and twisted to the beat of the music with Evan's eyes glued to her every move. She bent down quickly in front of him and then tossed her hair back as she came up, an ebony mass of curls everywhere, highlighting the paleness of her skin. She gyrated in front of him until he was almost salivating, his eyes locked on her tassels which moments ago he thought looked somewhat silly. Now all he could think of was that they must be pinching her and perhaps he could help if he used his teeth to pull them off...
Dancing and twirling in front of him, Raven's body began to give off a light sheen of sweat. She stood next to a nearby pole and placed her thighs around the cool metal and slid slowly down, giving Evan a most delicious wicked look. He was spellbound, her body was like a drug to him and he had to have more. The music infected his mood as Raven's thighs hugged the pole. He saw where her gstring met the pole and became envious of the pole. Then she stepped away as the music continued, she lifted her heel and placed it between his knees, giving the chair a little push. His chair scooted away from the pole about 2 feet which was enough for her to get much closer to him. As the lyrics gave way to, "stick like glue" Raven straddled Evan's thigh and started gently grinding into him. He was about to die and go to heaven....he just knew it. He forgot about the rest of the patrons as she rocked back and forth on his leg, her tassels performing mezmerizing circles in the air. He was dizzy with lust....and he knew it.
As the song slowed down, Raven leaned in and licked a trail from his bared neck to the tip of his ear. Evan physically shuddered and then came to his senses as he realized the song was over and the audience was cheering. He turned to Raven and smiled broadly as she placed a card in his pocket and whispered, "We do private parties." With that, she stood up from his leg and he glanced down...noticing a wet spot. Gulping, he watched her leave him with a wink. He knew that he and Jeff would come a callin'. He had to have more.
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The Apartment - Chapter 3
(by XSilverFox20X)
Evan stumbled ungainfully down the stairs from the stage as Jeff emerged from the curtained off private area. By this time they both had metabolized much of the alcohol they had consumed due to the arousal and increased blood flow to certain areas of their bodies. They were both sober enough to realize that what they had was an appetizer and they had to go for the main course. Evan took the card from his pocket and showed it to Jeff. It had just the name Raven on it along with what appeared to be a cell phone number. They both made eye contact and an understood agreement as Jeff took his cell phone out and punched in Raven's number.