Authors note: This is just a little story about a boy and his stripper finally getting down to business. It's dedicated to all of those who visit strip clubs, fall in love (or perhaps it's just lust) and wish that they could have their cake and fuck it too.
Please note the names have been changed to protect the wicked.
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"Hello," I said aloud into the small mic on my crack-berry as I walked the fifty or so yards to where my car was presently parked. The bright sun was hot on my head and the summer heat and humidity were in full swing in Washington DC.
"Hey Steve, what'cha up to?" came the perky voice of Summer, my favorite stripper and the sexiest woman I've ever known.
"Hey Summer, how'r you princess?" I replied as a smile spread across my face actually making it hard to talk.
"Oh, I'm Ok I guess, but I called because I really need your help with something," she pouted.
"Yeah, what's up?" I asked.
"I have this couch in my living room that's really heavy and I need some help moving it. I hate to bother you but are you available?" she asked.
"Sure, when did you want to move it?" I asked.
"How about now? My roommate is away, and I'd really like to get it done before she comes back. Can you come over now?"
"Uhh, yeah I can come over now. Text me your address and I'll be there in fifteen." I said enthusiastically.
Truth be told I was in love with this girl, and I wouldn't hesitate a New York second to help her out even if it meant some physical labor on a 100-degree day.
Fifteen minutes later I was at the door to the apartment, so I knocked. At first no one answered but I thought I heard a faint voice from within, so I knocked again.
"Hello! Summer are you in there?" I called out and this time I heard a distinct "come on in," in response, so I turned the door handle and let myself in. Once inside I stepped into a short hallway and called out to Summer again. "Hey princess, I'm heeere. Where are you sugar?"
"I'm in the living room at the end of the hall. Come in here I've got something to show you!" she called out, so I went to find her.
My jaw dropped and I stopped dead in my tracks as I reached the end of the hall and stepped into the small but well-appointed living room. There standing before me was Summer wearing what could only be described as the sexiest school uniform in existence. Initially, I had been going to the club to see Summer because she was so god-dammed sexy. She had smallish breasts and an athletic body that still managed to be soft and curvaceous in all the right places. The fact is that I have never seen an ass so sculptured in my life. A feature that she attributed to her years on the track team back when she was in high school. And her pussy with those dainty lips was a sight to behold.
She stood in the middle of the living room wearing a very short red and black plaid skirt with crisp pleats and a white cotton button-up shirt that was tied just below her breasts exposing her flat tummy. Her legs were adorned with white knee-high stockings that had little plaid bows on them and she was wearing black and white two-tone saddle shoes on her feet completing the ultimate schoolgirl uniform. Her golden blond hair was pulled up into pigtails on each side of her head and she had a lollypop sticking out of her mouth as she stood there looking at me through her bewitching hazel green eyes.
"So mister are you here to help me or what?" she pouted as she twirled one of her pigtails with the fingers of her left hand.
"Uh, Ummm, yeah, I'm here to help. Is that the couch you want to move over there?" I stammered, clearly distracted by the flirtatious spectacle in front of me.
"Fuck the couch! Get over here! I've got something different in mind for you," she commanded as she continued to play with her pigtail.
"So what do you think of my outfit?" she asked as I closed the distance between us.
"Ummm, Wow! It's very sexy. Where did you get it?" I asked.
"It's just something I threw together but I'm glad you like it. Now come closer. I want to show you something," she said.
I stepped up in front of her and she reached out for my hand pulling me in even closer until I was just inches from her, and I could smell her lusty aroma, then she placed my hand on the round firmness of her ass.
"You feel that?" she said, her sexy eyes fixating on mine.
"Uhh," I uttered not knowing exactly what to say and fortunately she was not at loss for words.
"Do you feel how soft and supple my skirt is? It's not all scratchy like the cheap ones. This one is soft enough to go commando in," she said and smiled as she pushed my hand down so that it was now resting on her silky-smooth thigh.