M finished getting ready. She had worked at the strip club for little over a year, making enough money to pay off college tuition and save for whatever was coming next. Plus, the chance to be naked and looked at was so satisfying for her, it was like she was being paid to enjoy herself. In short, she loved stripping.
M had chosen a sexy, innocent look for that night. Pastel bra and thong, with thigh highs and cute heels. Her hair was swept up into a bun that she could easily release as she swayed her body back and forth to the rhythm of the music. She kept herself clean shaven and her muscles strong, giving the men in the audience quite the mind fuck as they watched. She was one of the highest money earners in the place.
As M finished getting ready, J and his roommates sauntered into the lobby of the club. They were bored of the same weekend activities, so when E suggested they visit the strip club, they shrugged their shoulders and thought, why the hell not. They removed their jackets and were escorted to a front row by the stage. They settled in with drinks in hand, their hearts beating fast in anticipation of what they might see.
The first few acts were fine, some of the newer girls and amateurs performing their routines uncomfortably. The men in the audience clapped politely and you could tell which men got their kicks from watching the more naive dancers perform. Finally, the experts took the stage. M walked into the shadows and waited for her name to be called. When it was her turn, she walked confidently onto stage and started swirling her hips and running her hands up and down her body, acclimating the audience to her curves and features.
"FUCK, it's M. Guys. It's M." exclaimed T.
The roommates looked over at J: J and M had been casually flirting over the course of the year, but nothing serious had happened other than a few drunken make outs at parties. But J had noticed M was often not at parties on the weekends. Now he knew why.
"What are you going to do?"
J replied, "what can I do? Watch and see what I could be getting I guess." The four boys watched in awe as M turned and removed her bra. Her breasts were 10 times better than any of them could have imagined. They were round and perky, her nipples perfectly proportioned and placed. She fondled herself and threw her head back, clearly enjoying the exhibitionism.
E handed J a ten and said, " go give this to her. Make sure she knows you're here."
J hesitated, he didn't want to embarrass her, but he also wanted to see the look on her face when he slid that dollar bill into her thong. He leaned forward and whistled. M turned around and did her best not to gawk.
"Oh my god. It's the boys. That's a surprise." She walked seductively over to them and kneeled down, thrusting her legs open for them so they could see the wetness between them. J reached forward and placed the money on her hip, letting his fingers linger for a moment.
"I'm on the floor next, I'll come say a longer hello" she whispered, then stood back up to complete her performance. When the song finished, she picked up her pieces and strutted offstage, blowing J a little kiss just as she slipped behind the curtain.
