My eyes took a few moments to adjust to the darkness as I stepped in through the club's front door and stopped at the cash register.
I paid the cover and took a seat upstairs. I moved the low, round chairs so that I can see the stage and so that when a stripper joins me at the table, her legs will intertwine with mine. I reclined deep into the chair with my legs pushed aggressively wide to occupy maximum space at the table. I angle to ensure maximum physical contact.
I relaxed for a few minutes with a beer. The sweet, tall blonde on stage moved through her second song, her long red dress crumpled at the edge of the stage, by the stairs. She slid to the floor, her back against the mirrored wall, her platform knee-high boots rocked back on their stiletto heels. Her hands push her knees out wide and slide down the inside of her thighs toward her g-string. She hooks her thumbs under the panties as her fingers press on the surface and highlight the folds of her pussy. She thrusts her chest out, her head back in mock masturbation. She rocks to the heavy beat of the music, hands rubbing on red nylon. She collapses forward, blonde hair spilling toward the mostly empty chairs as the song fades.
That's when I feel the fingertips dragged across my shoulders, right to left.
"Hello, Sexy," she purred as she rounds my chair. She let her manicured nails trickle from my shoulder down my arm. "Would you like some company?"
I looked her up and down once. Long, straight, dark hair, parted in the middle and rises up before it falls past her shoulders. Her eye makeup created a slightly cat-like effect, her lipstick thick and moist. She wore a tight, shiny silver dress held her breasts together and round. The straps wrapped around her neck to create keyhole which emphasized her cleavage. The dress tailored in to her waist and stopped just below her ass, leaving her tan, bare legs spread should-width apart, straddling my left leg. The clear plastic platform shoes added almost 5" to her height. Without them, she was probably 5'4". "Tight little body." I thought to myself.
I gently, almost casually, slid my hand up the back of her calf, behind her knee. "Well, that sounds like a pretty good suggestion," I said with a wry smile. She slid her leg around and nestled into my lap, her right arm easing around my shoulders. Her left hand pressed to the buttons of my shirt.
