My Mother the Stripper

Authors Note: All characters are fictional and are over eighteen years of age.

I picked up the flyer and read the hand written note on the back,

"This is where you can find Roxy!"

It was signed, "Sara."

I turned the paper over and it was a handbill for a strip club along the interstate. They listed their headliner as "Moxy Roxy."

It said she appears Thursday through Monday.

I googled the club and it would be about a five hour drive.

It was Monday and I had the night off. If I was going to act, it had to be tonight.

I quickly packed my suitcase. There was a motel next to the club so I called for a reservation. I was on hold as I locked the door of my room behind me.

I could hear women chattering down the hall, I had to go that way to get to my car, so I was hoping I could just sneak past them.

The reservation gal came on, luckily they had rooms open for the night. I stopped at the front desk, put my suit case down, and started jotting down the motel info on a pad sitting on the counter.

I repeated the info as I wrote it down,

"Gulf motel, off Interstate forty five, Galveston Texas."

Then I read my credit card numbers to the lady of the phone.

I figure I could drive there, check in, and catch some sleep before the show.

The sound I heard suddenly stopped, then I peered into the manager's office.

Christine the general manager, was setting in her office with Sara and two women that I had never seen before. They were sitting in front of the security monitor, but it was turned off.

"Is that him?" One of the women asked in a low voice.

"Yes," whispered Christine.

They looked kind of guilty and I assumed they were all watching the video.

Sara broke the tension,

"Good morning Boss, anything new?"

All the women snickered and looked at my crotch. Feeling their stares, I held my suitcase in front of me hoping to stop their gaze.

I was embarrassed beyond belief, all these women were viewing and ogling over my naked genitals on the screen before they heard me and shut the feed off. One of them was my lead night waitress, I decided to act like it was no big deal.

"Ok, ok, you women have your fun, my penis and I are going on an overnighter."

Sara called out,

"Did you get the flyer Floyd found?"

"I slipped it under your door."

"Oh that," I said trying to fend that I was uninterested,

"Yes, thank you, got to run now."

I had almost made it to the door when Christine blurted out,

"Be sure to say hello to Roxy for us, drive careful."

"Yes, I will do that!"

I'm sure they heard the whole conversation with the motel. I dashed to my car as fast as I could.

I set my GPS and the voice directed me the short distance to Interstate forty five. My tires hummed on the road as I set my cruise control to the speed limit.

I settled back in my seat and prepared myself for the long five hour drive.

The radio was no interest to me at that moment, so I turned it off. I had a lot of thinking to do. The big question was what I was going to do or say if or when I find Roxy.

The element of surprise was gone, she will recognize me right away, and what if she runs? She's likely annoyed with me for my deceit by not using my first name at the diner.

She unwittingly had sex with her son, that can't be sitting well with her.

I should just turn around and forget the whole thing, but I can't, I was hopelessly in love with her.

So, I had no choice but just go for it, if she didn't feel the same adoration for me as I did for her, I needed to know. I was going to tell her one way or another that I loved her and let the chips fall as they may.

My thoughts turned to my late night visitor, what if she was Roxy?

Why would she run out like that, leaving me aroused and frustrated?

The miles wore on, I eventually started noticing the distance and time it takes to get to Galveston. It didn't add up.

Roxy would have to have done her show, immediately got in her car and make the five hour drive, bust into my room, spend two minutes with me, then drive back.

It didn't make sense, so I started to ponder as to who else it could have been.

My first thought was maybe it was one of the young college student waitresses that I had hired, fucking the boss would pay dividends if done right. But that wouldn't explain why she ran out like she did, maybe she just chickened out at the last minute. I did have one with the body type of my night visitor, but she had a daughter and a steady boyfriend.

The miles wore on...

Perhaps it was one of the strippers? Cinnamon was definitely that body type but what would have been her motivation?

How about Dixie, the new dancer?

She was the new gal and needed to make a name for herself. What if Crystal had told her that I had trouble getting aroused and she made some sort of bet with her and some of the other dancers.

That kind of made sense, and the video would prove it. Soon the dancers were bound to see it.

The longer I drove, the more that scenario made sense. She unquestionably had the body type and that would explain why she wouldn't let me touch her tits, I'd know it was her once I felt her pierced nipples.

My thoughts turned back to Roxy,

I started to fanaticize about what a life of mutual commitment with her would be like? How would I feel about having a romantic relationship with her by day and know she'll be fucking men for profit at night. How is that possibly going to work? Somehow I didn't care.

My daydreaming was interrupted,

"In two hundred feet stop and pay toll," my GPS announced as I approached the bridge over Galveston Bay.

It isn't going to be far now I thought.

A few more miles and my GPS indicated that I had arrived at my destination.

I pulled into the motel parking lot and checked in.

The set up was very similar to what I have in Dallas, a truck stop, diner, and a motel. In the midst of it all was the strip club.

My plan to catch some sleep before the show was just a pipedream, I was way too hyped up to sleep.

I kept going over and over in my head what I was going to say to Roxy, soon I should have my chance.

I went to the diner for some chow, it's interesting all the familiar faces I saw. Many of the truckers were regulars at my diner. I didn't know their names, but we nodded as our way to say hello.

I took a seat in a booth and ordered the nightly special. As I looked around it occurred to me that most of these guys are going to be at the show tonight and will be there specifically to see Roxy.

Getting close to Roxy could be tougher than I first thought.

I figured that if I went to the club at about nine o'clock maybe Roxy will be there working the room before her show. That would give me a chance to talk to her.

I still had two hours to kill so I went for a drive along the Gulf. The minutes clicked by like hours and my anticipation increased with every stroke of the clock.

Eight o'clock finally came and went, I drove back to the motel and sat in my car, studying the clock. At times I had myself convinced that it was broken because the time seemed to be standing still. At the pace of snail inching across a wet driveway, the time was finally nine straight up.

I entered the building and paid the cover charge. I took a seat at the bar in the dimly lit room. A few dancers were working the floor but Roxy wasn't one of them. I got the attention of the scantily clad female bartender and ordered my usual Kentucky Bourbon, two shots, neat.

When the first dancer took the stage I was paying less attention to her body but more on her dance technique and what she did for the crowd to get more tips. Those who had watched the tape had planted the seed in my mind that I had the equipment to be a male stripper, that idea intrigued me. I compared in my mind the different skills of each dancer and made comparisons to the others.

Two more drinks later and it was time for the Main Event. The crowd started taking chairs along the stage. I looked around waiting for a glimpse of Roxy, but I didn't see her. The MC's voice boomed over the loudspeakers,

"We have a change in tonight's headliner, back by popular demand, let's hear it for Miss Sugar!"

A large chested young women strode onto the stage and started her routine. There was a hush as the disenchanted truckers started moving back to the bar.

Unfazed, Sugar started working the platform as the men started remembering her and were filtering back to the stage. It didn't take long before Sugar gained the acceptance of her on-lookers and the money started flowing.

I flagged the bartender over and she grabbed my glass to refill it. I lightly touched her hand signaling I wanted to talk to her, she leaned forward so she could hear me over the noise of the bar.

I semi-shouted in her ear,

"What happened to Roxy?"

"Please?"

I put my hand over the side of my mouth and tried asking again,

"What happened to Roxy?"

"I'm not sure, from what I heard, she sent her friend Sugar over to cover for her, something about having a family emergency!"

I was puzzled as to what family emergency she would have, I thought she was single and living on her own. Perhaps, the family emergency was me, someone could have tipped her off that I was going to be at the club that night. That would mean that she took off before I could see her.

Whatever the reason, my dejection started setting in, with no Roxy, it looks like I made the whole trip for nothing.

I made the short trip back to my room and decided to just go to bed.

I scanned my key card in the slot and opened the door. I entered my room and noticed that I must have left a lamp on next to the bed. Then I heard a female voice from a dark corner of the room,

"I heard you've been looking for me?"

Just then a female figure walked out of the shadows, it was Roxy!

She was naked except for one of my dress shirts. She looked at me with her doe shaped eyes.

"H-h-how did you get in here?"

"That doesn't matter right now, let's just say that in my profession, a good rapport with motel managers can reap dividends!"

"Let me have a look at you!"

"You really have grown up to be a handsome young man!"

She walked over to me and planted a wet French kiss on my mouth embracing me tightly.

I felt a bulge growing in my pants and as if on cue, Roxy reached down and cupped it with the palm of her right hand.

"OOOO, what do we have here?"

I just stood there stammering, words were failing me.

She knelt before me and un-did my pants dropping them in a heap around my ankles.

"So, I heard you had a little trouble getting it up with Crystal the other night!"

She started stroking my member in her palms,

"Hmm, you don't seem to be having any trouble now?"

I quickly became full erect and started moaning at her touch.

"Let me tell you, your father never had any equipment like this, you must take after my side of the family!"

It was like I was living a fantasy, I had often masturbated at the thought of Roxy stroking me just like this, now it was coming true.

I popped off my shoes and stepped out of my pants. I quickly stripped out of my shirt. She took my erection into her mouth and guided me to the bed.

She slipped out of my shirt and assumed the sixty nine position. I reached up and felt her body. This is not the person who forced themselves into my room last night.

Her dripping pussy was right in my face so I started working her clit with my tongue, I had dreamed of tasting her golden nectar, but it was much sweeter than I could have imagined. Her aroma was intoxicating.

She was slurping on my dick and paused just long enough to ask,

"I heard you were a love sick puppy since I left, is that true?"

She kept her ass in my face as if not caring about my answer.

I couldn't respond so I just picked up my pace finding her bud and flicked it. We were like two wild animals, slurping, sucking and slightly biting.

I felt the head of my cock starting to mushroom, readying itself to spew its spores deep inside Roxy's mouth.

Obviously knowing my climax was imminent, she relocated and impaled herself on my shaft in the cowgirl position. She reached down, took my hands and placed them on her breasts. I cupped her magnificent mammary's in my hands and twisted her nipples as they started to harden between my fingers. She quickened her motion and thrusted herself deeper and deeper on my engorged rod.

As I was about to erupt, I expected her to stop and slide a condom on me, but she didn't. She must have read my mind, because she blurted out, taking a labored breath between each word,

"Condoms,, are,, for,, business, this-is-pleasure!"

I humped my hips, mirroring her thrusts with those of my own. I felt a surge building up deep inside me. I tried to hold back, but it was no use, the dam broke and I shot my seed deep inside her vagina. She pulled back slightly and worked my swollen cock head in and out of her vaginal opening.

She lightly bit the side of her finger bracing against a powerful orgasm of her own. She screamed and moaned with each forceful surge. My balls were drenched with a mixture of semen and her divine female cum.

She collapsed on my chest, and breathlessly whispered in my ear,

"Christine doesn't know what she missed!"

I rolled us over so Roxy was on her back. We kissed deeply. I moved down and started flicking and gently biting her nipples, kneading her mounds with my hands.

It wasn't long before I had a massive hard-on again.

She reached down and inserted me into her wet pussy, I started slow deep passionate thrusts.

"You know, Christine had a giant crush on you since you moved into the motel!"

Not knowing what to think, I just ignored her and started kissing her neck, moving my hips, varying between short and deep lunges into her welcoming vagina. She arched her back and spread her legs far apart, I took it as an invitation to surge even deeper.

She screamed out as another powerful orgasm surged through her naked body. I continued humping her until I shot another load inside her, cum was shooting out of her with every thrust.

She was panting and cooing as her body tingled with the pleasure of her aftershocks as they continued to gush through her body.

"She said she finally tried making her move but chickened out when you started repeating my name."

I rolled off her and took her in my arms, I held her tightly in a warm embrace, our naked bodies meshing together.

"W-w-what were you saying about Christine?"

"Are you saying that was her in my room, bringing me almost to orgasm, then running out?"

"Um-ha, and when the night clerk told you you'd have to wait till morning to see the tape, Christine was in her office making a copy then editing out any views of her face."

"She was embarrassed by her advance, after finding out that you were hopelessly in love with me."

"So, when she called and said you were on your way, I spent the day getting ready for you. I got Sugar to fill in for me, I went to the spa, got a wax, and even got my nails done. I wanted to look my best for you tonight.

"So, what are you saying," I asked, bracing myself for the answer.

She turned to face me, she put her hand on my penis and smiled that it was already erect again. She started lightly stroking me,

"I'm saying that I love you too!"

"So what happens now?" I asked chocking on my question.

"The way I see it my love, Sara has told everyone who'd listen, about the tape and most women within ten miles have no doubt seen your erection in all its glory."

"Not sure if you can go back to your job now, think of all the jokes people will be making."

"That Birthday money I sent you, how much do you still have?"

"All of it, it's safely in my bank account."

"So why not quit your job and stay here with me for a while, I can have Christine send all your stuff."

"Then what?" I asked.

"You should be able to get a similar management job here, or..."

"Or what," I asked not knowing where she was heading with this.

"Well, Christine says you wanted to become a stripper!!!"

To be continued...