My fiancée' Sarah is one of those special women who enjoys hearing about my experiences with other girls. So much so, that we have agreed that I can take any reasonable opportunity for extra action - as long as she gets to hear about it afterward. This usually happens in bed, and we have amazing sex as I tell her of my lurid adventures. Is that a great way to run a relationship, or what?
Sarah recently asked me to do something I had told her about. She was intrigued by my stories of going to strip clubs in the past, especially when I explained about lap dances. I had always found it erotic to have a complete stranger grind around on me naked. Since I hadn't gone to club in a long time, Sarah suggested that I go for a lap dance, and then tell her about it when I got home. Being the attentive and devoted partner I am, off I went.
The Blue Room had changed a bit since I had last visited. The first thing I noticed was that they had closed off an area especially for lap dances. I took this as a good sign, because establishments that go to this trouble are sometimes more permissive about what goes on back there.
The music was loud, with the bass turned up. I could feel it thumping in my chest as I paid the cover charge. A slight adrenaline rush had always accompanied me when I entered a club, and I welcomed the feeling like an old friend. I was excited about playing my old game again - the game of lap dancing. The object is to get maximal "hands-on" action with the dancer. There is only one real rule to this game - you WILL end up spending a lot of money. Oh, there are house rules at every club about not touching the dancers, but those rules often go out the window when you wave a fifty-dollar bill. I don't mind that part - the girls work hard, and they deserve to make all they can. To me, it is a reasonable transaction. It's a bonus if the girl is also friendly and personable. For my part, I dress nicely but casually, and I try never to be rude or lecherous. The girls seem to appreciate this, and I feel it is a good arrangement for all. I have some fun, they make some money. Everybody's happy.
After finding a secluded seat I bought the obligatory drink from a scantily clad waitress. I like to sit in semi-darkness when looking for lap dances. The girls are a bit slower to find me, which allows more time to observe them before the inevitable haggling begins. I try to watch all the girls before selecting one for a lap dance, looking for signs that she might bend the rules once we are in the private VIP room. Often, girls will try to persuade me through various means to take them into the back room, and it often works.
I watched the girls dance for a while, until I saw the one I wanted. Long blonde hair, slim body, belly button piercing, and REALLY cute nipples topping off what I guessed were 32c's. Nice eyes too. This was an all-nude club with a bar the girls could stand on, and she was trolling for tips. I moved to the bar a few seats in advance of where she was. She soon squatted in front of me, putting her pussy about a foot from my face, but somehow retained her dignity. Her smile was genuine and infectious, and she thankfully lacked the tired expression, or outright malice one sometimes sees in this situation. She gave her name as April as she reclined on the bar and spread her legs. I found it charming when she picked up my drink from next to her thigh and moved it so I could have an unobstructed view of her charms. She peeled back her pussy lips with her fingers, expecting me to drool and tip.
