My hips swung to the music as the crowd urged me on. I'd never had any dance training, but I let my body take control as I grasped the pole and slowly circled it. My heels clicked against the stage, and I could hear them whistling.
"C'mon baby, take it off!"
It was the weekly amateur night at Jake's Girls, and I'd been dancing for a month. I wish I could say that it was about the money, but it wasn't, although the cash was nice.
What I really wanted was to lose just a little control to take the edge off things.
It all started a month ago when I'd turned twenty-one. My boyfriend of six months had just transferred schools, and we were pretending that it was working, but I desperately missed the touch of a man. When I'd first met Travis, he was a student at the local community college, but now he was three states away.
We'd Skype and sext and try to get each other off over the phone. It was hot at first, but lately, the only way I could get off with him was if I'd kept my fingers and my toys off my pussy all week. The worst part was that I knew he was probably enjoying all the pussy that he wanted at school. Trevor was insanely hot, and he'd cheated on his last girl for me.
Once a cheater, always a cheater.
I don't even know why I stuck it out. The sex was good when we were together, but he wasn't much of a conversationalist, and I certainly wasn't in love. We'd say it, but we both knew they were empty words. He never sent me flowers to be sweet, and I didn't even listen half the time when he vented over the phone.
I don't know why he'd stuck it out ether except to make sure that I would still suck his cock when he was on break.
When he didn't even call on my birthday, my best friend Kelly took me out. We'd been attached at the hip since first grade. Kylie and Kelly. Both tall, leggy, blonde, and blue-eyed, we could have passed for sisters. She knew that I was frustrated, and she told me just how I could relieve my frustrations.
Jake's Girl's was an hour drive away. With plenty of other strip clubs in the city, this ensured that no one would ever know how I spent my Wednesday nights. I'd paled and balked when I realized what she wanted me to do, but after a few shots of tequila, I was on the stage and rubbing my wet pussy on the pole. And when Kelly joined me, the audience threw their money at us.
I wasn't gay. I'd watch a few lesbian pornos to get off simply because most porn was nothing but cock in pussy, but lesbian porn was about seduction and licking and orgasms. I'd never even had a lustful thought about Kelly before that moment, but when she ran her hands over my naked body and teased the audience by pulling on my thong, I couldn't help but wish she'd slide a finger inside me.
By the time the night was over, I was addicted. There was a euphoric high knowing that all those men were having fantasies about me, and my orgasms when I got home were amazing. I pictured a complete stranger climbing up on the stage and shoving the small fabric of my panties aside to sink deeply inside me. I pictured laying on my back while Kelly worked me over with her tongue.
I pictured two men double penetrating me.
"You're a natural," Kelly had said with a smile. "Did it make you feel better? Every single one of those guys is going to go home and fuck their wives wishing that it was you."
I'd confessed that I was so wet I could have come with just a flick of my thumb. She'd just laughed and told me there was so much more to sex that I needed to explore. After writing down the name of a website, she'd given me a hug and whispered not to let Travis hold me back.
I haven't dumped him. There was almost no need. He wasn't faithful, so I didn't care if I let some stranger slide a twenty over my aching pussy. In between those wonderful Wednesdays, I had Travis's sexting to keep me going.
He'd often try to start something while I was at work. I had the grades to get into college, but it didn't appeal to me. I held on to a few dead end jobs until my father found me data entry work for N. B. Turner. It was a large accounting firm in the city, and it paid me well. Best of all, I got to work directly under Mr. Turner. The thirty-five year old man was one of the youngest and wealthiest entrepreneurs in the city.
He was also one of the hottest. I can't lie when I say that half the reason I let Travis get me all worked up when I'm supposed to be inputting numbers into the computer is because I like to imagine that it's Mr. Turner bending me over a desk and sliding his cock in me.
When Travis blew his load, he'd hang up and often leave me aching, so I'd check out the site that Kelly had sent me.
Fucking erotica.
It took be by surprise when I perused the stories. There were things that I'd never even thought of before that suddenly were all I could think about. I started having fantasies about people in my life that I had no business picturing naked with their mouth on my pussy. It got me so riled that I'd often had to excuse myself to the bathroom and quickly rub one out.
No one seemed to be aware of it, and I always made sure I did my job.
And on night's like tonight, I let it all go.
Kelly usually joined me, but tonight she had to cancel because of a hot date. I didn't mind. It was nice to have the spotlight to myself.
The crowd didn't mind either.
I couldn't help but moan as I tried to grind my clit to the pole. "Fuck, baby, come a little closer," one man asked.
Unable to resist, I crawled to the edge of the stage and pushed myself on my knees. They weren't allowed to touch me directly, but that didn't mean they didn't get creative about it. Holding up the fifty, the man leered at me. "You wanna work for it?"
Eagerly, I nodded. He pressed the bill to my throat and slowly slid it down my body. I'd never stripped down past a bikini-like top and a thong, but my nipples were more than erect, and I couldn't help by moan when he used his fingers to pinch dirty old Benjamin Franklin around them.
"You like that baby?" he muttered.
I watched as his hand pressed against the cock that strained under his zipper. "You can do better than that," I whispered as I planted my ass at the edge of the stage with my knees up in the air. The fifty slid down my abdomen and over my panties where he rubbed it for a few seconds. Pleasure coursed through my body, and when he slid the bill under my panties, it scraped against my clitoris, and I arched my back and cried out.
Fuck. I was so close to an orgasm, but the bouncer here was vigilant. The stranger was already toeing the line.
"Aw, sweet baby," he growled. "Please give me your number. Or hell, just meet me in the parking lot. I'll fuck you in the back seat. I'll plow you on the hood of the car since you seemed to like an audience."
God, yes. I wanted so badly to do just that but still wasn't brave enough. Still, I wanted to tease him a little bit more. "Are you married baby?" I said as flipped to my hands and knees and let my heavy breasts swing in front of him.
"Does it matter?"
Smiling, I stuck a finger inside my cunt and slowly withdrew it. "I just wanted to give you something to think about when you're fucking her tonight." I stuck my finger in my mouth and sucked on it before slowly pulling it out.
From the look on his face, I thought he was going to jump on the stage and fuck me right then and there.
I almost wanted it.
"All right, all right," the DJ on the PA system announced. "Let's give it up for the young and tight Cookie. I know what I'll be dreaming about tonight."
That was my cue that my time was up. I blew him a kiss before I grabbed my dress and money from the stage and exited out the side.
