"Oh man, did we hit the jackpot, or what?"
"What are you talking about Don?"
"Tonight's amateur night. That means that guys will bring their wives and girlfriends in to strip."
Steve said, "Come on Don. It's fixed. They probably just make one of their regular girls get in the contest so they don't have to pay out the $250."
"Who cares who wins? I just enjoy checking out the married chicks and guys' girlfriends taking off their clothes."
We all shook our heads, paid our cover charge and walked into the dark interior of the Oasis Men's Club. It had been almost a year since I was last here to celebrate my 18
th
birthday. But tonight, we're here to celebrate Steve's bachelor party.
Steve and Marcy met and began dating as sophomores in high school. Most of us didn't think they'd graduate without Marcy getting pregnant, but somehow, they did. Steve immediately went to work in the local plant that manufactures parts for Ford, and Marcy was a bank teller. Both of them were a year ahead of me in school, but, since Steve lived in my neighborhood, we were all good friends, and he asked me to be a groomsman in the wedding.
We had just finished wolfing down steaks and a few beers (thanks to our fake IDs) followed by some Macanudo cigars and another beer. And now we were ready to watch naked women. The eight of us settled in and ordered drinks and watched the last stripper before the supposed amateurs took the stage. I looked around the room and saw several fully clothed women sitting with men that I assumed were their husband or boyfriends.
At the table next to us, was a group of three black men and one woman. I couldn't see her face, but the men seemed to be kidding her about taking her turn on the stage.
After a few minutes, we heard, "Welcome to Amateur Night at the Oasis where our hot amateur strippers will be competing for a grand prize of $250. Tonight, it looks like we have six young ladies ready to take their clothes off for you, so let's get started. Put your hands together for our first contestant - Peggy Sue."
A hot little brunette, wearing a transparent nightie, took the stage and the music began. As she took off her clothes, the three men at one of the tables were hooting and hollering. She definitely was hot and had a tight little body, a shaved pussy and big sensuous lips. When she was finished, she got a lot of applause and cat calls, led by her table.
After the second stripper, a hot redhead with huge tits, I guess I was only halfway paying attention. Their routines were petty similar and consisted of spinning around the pole and strutting around the stage. The third dancer was a blonde that danced the same as the first two.
"And now, put your hands together for our next contestant - Destiny," the DJ announced.
When I looked up, I saw the black girl from the next table walk out on stage. She wore a short skirt and button up top. When I glanced at the table of men she was with, they appeared to be ignoring her. I watched her slowly unbutton her top and turn away from the audience dropping her blouse behind her back. She turned with her hands over her breasts and looked right at me. I know my heart must have started beating faster. She turned away from me and unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor. When she stepped out of it, I thought her legs were perfect. Her panties followed her skirt to the floor.
Unlike the other girls, she hadn't touched the pole or strutted around the stage. She looked over her shoulder at me and wet her lips. She slowly turned and dropped to her hands and knees as her eyes bore into mine. Her body was perfect. Her skin had no blemishes or tattoos, and was a beautiful caramel color. As she slowly crawled across the stage towards me, I thought of a big graceful tiger as it moves in for the kill. My stomach was churning as she slowly crawled to me. Her face was just inches from mine. I was having trouble breathing as she stuck out her tongue and leaned forward and licked my nose.
"Oh fuck!" I thought. "This is the hottest thing I have ever seen." I was on the verge of blowing my load in my pants as she leaned back and gave me a smile that lit up the room. As she crawled back a few steps and stood, the song ended and she walked off the stage. Don started poking me and when I turned, he had a shit-eating grin on his face.
"She likes you, Joe. That black bitch likes you."
"Aw, come on Don," I said. "She's just kidding around."
"Nah. Her pals at the next table was checking you out, dude. Don't worry, if they start something, we can take em."
As the next stripper came on, I ignored Don and turned to watch her. I glanced at the table next to me and saw the black guys smiling and laughing at me. I turned back towards the stage. As the dancer finished, I felt a light tap on my shoulder. I turned and looked up into the eyes of Destiny. I quickly jumped to my feet, but before I opened my mouth, she said, "Can I give you a private dance in the back?"
Out of the corner of my eye, I watched the three black guys laughing and poling each other. "I don't think... N-n-no, I don...."
"Please," she pleaded. "My friends will be upset with me if I don't give you a private dance." She looked into my eyes, and I could see she was on the verge of tears. "Please," she begged.
Don poked me and said, "Go for it, buddy. If you don't we'll never let you live it down."
"OK," I said She grabbed my arm and turned towards the back rooms.
The black men all laughed, and one said, "Go easy on him Destiny."
When we got to the room, she sat me on the couch, removed her clothes and straddled my legs. "Thank you. They would have made my life miserable if I couldn't get a white boy back here." She started to swivel her hips.
"What do you mean? Isn't one of them your boyfriend?"
"He was. I mean, I guess he is, but he.... Well, I uh... I shouldn't say anything. Just ignore... "
I quickly thought to myself, "What do I have to lose?"
I looked into her eyes and asked, "Will you go out with me, Destiny?"
"No, I don't think that's a good idea."
"Why not?" I asked.
"I uh... I just, uh.... "