After my first visit to the strip club, I could barely wait to go back. I spent more time examining websites to figure out which dancers were the ones who gave the nastiest and sexiest dances. The more I read, the more it was clear that I had chosen the perfect club to visit the first time.
The club was outside the main city in an industrial suburb where the local rules were not as strict, or certainly not enforced. They had secluded VIP rooms for private dances and all kinds of nasty fun could go down. That was definitely my experience the first time there and I was eager to return, since my wife was headed out of town on business.
On the website, I picked out a few girls that had the right kind of ratings – they are willing to perform "extras" in the booth for additional money. The club was busiest at night, but the daytime girls were often the raunchiest, and that was exactly what I wanted. I even jotted down the names of the girls I wanted to see – Lexi, an exotic girl who was wild in the back booths and Remy a waify white girl who liked to get on top and ride. I had to adjust my growing hard-on as I read the details and prepared to hit the club that afternoon.
I showered and made sure I shaved my balls and the base of my cock. It was easy since I was so achingly hard thinking about what was to come at the club. I slipped on a pair of dress pants, since I had read that many girls found it too rough to grind on denim. Hopefully the girls would not be grinding on the outside of my pants for too long. I skipped the underwear and put on a casual shirt. In a few minutes I was in the car and on my way to the club.
The parking lot was partially full as I arrived around 2:30. As I got out of my car I spotted a dancer wheeling a large suitcase into the club – dressed casually in low-rise jeans that showed off her body. My erection returned as I saw the edge of her thong underwear peeking out of her pants. I would probably see this woman completely naked inside, but there was a special charge to seeing a pretty girl's undies on the street.
As I paid to get in, I asked the doorman about the two names I had picked off the website – Lexi and Remy. Neither girl was here, but they might be in later. I was disappointed, kicking myself for not bringing a longer list or checking out the schedules of the girls I wanted to see. I went inside – my eyes overwhelmed by the sudden darkness.
I sat down with my back against the wall as I tried to remember what the website had recommended about where to sit for the best view of the stage and being in the right traffic spot to pick the right girl for a lap dance.
The waitress brought me a drink and I admired her tits as she bent low to give me my change. She stayed bent a moment longer than she had to, working me for a tip. I slipped her a dollar extra and she smiled and swayed her hips as she went back to the bar. I loved the feeling of having all the time in the world and being able to choose any girl I wanted. The thought that most girls would get really nasty in the booth was an extra bit of excitement and I found my cock pressing against my pants again.
Now a dancer came past, a statuesque black girl who said her name was Crystal. She was wearing a shimmering metallic skirt and a silver halter top that showed off her full, round breasts. Without asking she sat on my lap and I was instantly overwhelmed by her soft skin and vanilla scent. She whispered in my ear about how hot she was and if I were to buy some VIP dances, I would definitely enjoy my time. I knew it was not smart to buy dances from the first girl that approached me, but there was definitely something special about this one.
Her offer was tempting, but I said that I had just arrived and was not quite ready to pull the trigger. Rather than making Crystal run off to another customer she only worked me harder. She adjusted her top, and she ended up making one her chocolate brown nipples stick out. She made an "oops, how did that happen" face as she wiggled deeper into my lap. I was liking this girl more and more.
