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 Strip Club

   I am fortunate in many ways.  A few years back I managed to become
single again after many years of marriage.  My wife and I split on good
terms and remain friends.  I took a new job that requires a lot of travel
so I live in hotels most of the time.  I happen to enjoy the travel and
being in new places.  I stay as long as three months or as short as a week.
The money is scary good.

   One of my past-times is going to Gentleman's Clubs.  I don't always look
for Sex but if I do, I usually find it.  Good sex with no commitment and no
guilt.  At first it was like being a kid in a candy store.  After several
hundred different Clubs and a thousand strippers I am a little more picky.
I still enjoy almost any woman willing to take her cloths off.  But a good
conversationalist will always part me from more of my money.

   I like a girl with a brain that can tell a good story.  I usually ask
how they got started, what they enjoy, do they have a husband/boyfriend,
what is there wildest sexual story.  To be honest the drop dead beautiful
Barbi Doll models are usually dumber than a post or to busy making money
with their tits to sit and talk.  What I really enjoy is finding a brand
new girl.  A Girl that is very young and very fresh.  A girl that is still
to poor to get huge breast implants and with a good story to tell about why
they are stripping.

   A month or so back I was in a big convention town.  Lots of hotels and
lots of high end Gentlemen's Clubs.  This particular town was in a wide
open state.  If you paid to go to the VIP room you got at least a hand job
out of it.  If you had enough money you could get it all from most of the
girls working there.  I was in on a relatively slow night.  I really hadn't
found any real interesting girls at this club and was really thinking about
finding a new club to hang out in.  Don't get me wrong the girls there were
all 10's but like a said that really wasn't what spins my prop.  Perfect
outfit, perfect tits, perfect hair, sexy athletic dancers but to stuck-up
to sit and talk with you.  Just hey big boy need a lap dance?  and on to
the next table.

   I had a table just off the tip rail and was about to leave when a couple
came in.  I have seen lots of couples over the years but this one caught my
interest.  The bouncer sat them at a table just to the left of me.  I could
tell by the ladies body language this wasn't her idea.  She was very closed
and withdrawn.  They sat and talked and the lady had a few drinks.  Her
husband was being cool around her and passed on the lap dances and she
started to ease up.  She moved closer and actually openly watched a few of
the dancers strip with out covering her eyes.  The lady was wearing a tight
pair of black straight leg slacks and high heels and a loose peasant style
top in a bright satin or silk multi color pattern.  The couple was mid
thirties or so and she was in good shape with long legs and Dirty blonde
shoulder length hair.  They started whispering and talking and I found
myself watching them as much as I watched the girls.

   After about three drinks and a full set of dancers, the guy leaned over
and whispered something in her ear.  She looked at him and shook her head
no as she nervously looked around the room.  He kept after her about
something.  Pretty soon she got up and walked to what I would guess to be
the ladies room.  The guy watched another stripper and his lady took so
long I thought she must have dumped him or something.  She finally returned
to the table and as she walked back it was pretty obvious she had removed
her Bra.  This lady had nice tits.  The top was fairly modest but the
material was clingy and the sway and movement left very little to the
imagination.

   The woman sat down by him and quickly knocked off the contents of her
drink.  A few minutes later and she had relaxed enough to be talking and
happy again and I was sure they were talking about the different strippers.
One incredibly beautiful stripper finished a very raunchy floor set and the
woman had been glued to the performance.  A minute later the stripper was
making her rounds and the lady's eyes were openly following her.  I passed
on a lap dance and she moved on to the couple's table.  The guy produced a
twenty and said something to the stripper.  His date looked shocked but
didn't say anything.  When the music started up the stripper started her
lap dance but it wasn't for the guy.  He had bought a lap dance for his
date.

   The woman, at first, was very shy and I could tell she was looking
around to see if anyone else was looking.  At this point I was openly
staring, as was her date.  As the lap dance progressed she was getting into
it and the dance was really turning her on.  The stripper was very good. 
She worked this lady over.  The stripper gave the woman, simulated oral sex
and slid over her lap and rubbed her perfect tits over the woman's face. 
He even stood and wrapped her leg around the ladies chair and got her pussy
inches from her face.  I was so turned on by this display I was rock hard.
I almost never get a hard-on in public any more even from lap dances.

   The song ended and the stripper put her cloths back on and went on to
find her next customer.  I knew this couple was about to leave and were
probably going to there room to fuck like rabbits.  I did something that I
had never done before.  I walked over to their table and introduced myself
and offered to buy them a drink.  I could tell the woman wanted to get out
of there, I think they both suspected I was trying to pick them up, but the
guy accepted and we made our introductions.

   They were Helen and James and were there on a quickie free vacation. 
One of the ones the time-shares give away to get you to come to a
presentation.  I paid for a round of drinks.  And made small talk for a
minute.  I figured it was now or never so I leaned in to them and told
Helen with her husband listening that the lap dance she had just gotten was
one of the sexiest things I had ever seen.  She blushed and turned her head
away but at least they didn't leave or ask me to leave.

   I was watching her firm breasts sway under her silk peasant top.  Her
nipples were hard and prominent.  I asked her if she wanted another lap
dance.  She said it was a bit pricey so one was enough.  I told both of
them that if they felt like it I would pay for it as long as I could watch.
Her husband perked right up but kept his mouth shut.  She stammered a bit
and I promised I would keep my hands to myself, just watch.  The husband
finally said to her, honey it would be harmless fun.  No funny stuff just
another lap dance.  Helen reluctantly agreed and blushed again.  I asked if
she wanted the same girl and she said yes.  I got up and found the dancer.
Her name was one of those generic stripper names like Amber or Buffy or
Ryan or something.  I had to admit she was a doll and had nice big tits,
blonde hair, and perfect tan.  She looked like she just stepped out of a
Playboy centerfold.  I asked her if we could go to the VIP room and I
offered her another 50 on the side if I got to see the ladies tits and 100
if she got Helen to dance with her.

   I bought another round of drinks and made sure Helen's was a double.  I
told them we had a VIP room for the Dance and we moved to the room.  When
we got there Helen asked why they had separate rooms like this and her
husband explained so the customers could get an even more intimate dance
than they do on the main floor.  Helen looked quizzical and then the light
came on and she blushed for the third time that evening that I know of.  We
settled into the chairs and put our drinks on the tiny side table.  I did
as I promised and moved my chair over to make room.  The stripper came in
and sat by Helen almost ignoring the husband and started to chat up the
wife.  She stayed very close and kept her hands moving over Helen in
friendly but provocative movements.

   Just as the music was started the stripper moved Helen to a straight
back chair in the middle of the room.  She began a very close and sensuous
dance Helen kept glancing at me, and then her husband but it was hard to
ignore the pretty woman in front of her.  The stripper had her top off and
sat carefully in Helen's lap and gave her a slow deep kiss.  Helen let her
eyes fall shut as she responded to the kiss.  The stripper moved up and
gently passed her perfect nipples over Helen's face.  Helen actually gently
nipped at them and licked her lips as they were drawn away.  The stripper
was moving her hands all over Helen's body but played particular attention
to her breasts.  Helen was breathing erratically and unable to focus on
anything but the sensations provided by her body.  I realized I was about
to owe the talented stripper an extra 50 bucks as the criss-cross laces of
Helen's peasant top which were already untied were coming further and
further apart.  The husband sat there mesmerized and I realized he and I
were both rubbing very serious erections through our pants.  The top was
now open to her waist and the stripper actually took Helen's nipples and
rolled them roughly in her fingers.  Helen shuddered through an intense
orgasm and as she did so her eyes opened and focused on me staring at her
tits being mauled by another woman.

   Her husband was now openly stroking his cock through his pants.  The
stripper reached down and helped Helen to her feet.  She got behind her and
got her to gently sway to the music.  The stripper lifted Helen's arms over
her head and slipped her hands to the hem of Helen's Peasant top.  The top
came off as she faced me and Helen looked me right in the eye as the
stripper bundled it up and tossed it to me.  They continued to dance, and
kiss, and caress each other.  The stripper had Helen's Slacks undone and
pushed down her hips.  Helen's pants soon followed her top and she and the
stripper were dancing in each other's arms with only thongs on.  The
stripper gently pushed Helen over to her husband and put Helen's hands on
his hips.  Helen continued to dance and she was giving her husband a fairly
good lap dance.

   As she unzipped his fly I handed the stripper her 150 dollar bonus and
unzipped my fly as she left the room.  Helen was now in her husband's lap
kissing him and rubbing his cock against her belly.  James and Helen were
now to far gone to even remember I was in the room.  James reached between
them and pushed the crotch of her panties aside and slipped his dick into
his wife's oozing pussy.

   I was openly stroking my cock as Helen sat there and fucked herself with
abandon on her husband's stick.  I decided to push the envelope as far as I
could and I walked over to behind his chair with my pants around my ankles
and my purple cock waving in the wind.  I got close enough to where I could
feel her breath on her husband's shoulder and on my dick.  I slapped her
with it.  Her eyes came open still glazed with lust and I rubbed my aching
prick on her face.

   Her mouth fell open and I slipped between her lips.  I reached and
grabbed a handful of her wavy hair to keep it from blocking my view and to
help control the tempo.  I loved the feeling of invading her mouth as she
sat on her husband's cock and fucked him as hard and fast as she could.  I
finally fed her enough meat to trigger her gag response.  I quickly pushed
past it just as her husband's head turned and eyes opened.

   He was less than 3 inches from my cock hammering his wife's tonsils. 
The shock of it and her realization that he was watching her service
another man with her mouth was too much for them.  They both started
squealing and were racked with a convulsive mutual orgasm.  I couldn't
stand it any longer and fired off the biggest load of cum I had since I was
sixteen years old.  I pulled out and pumped my second and third shot onto
Helen's upturned face.  Some of it splashed off and landed on her husband's
chin.  I pulled away and as I got my wind back Helen hopped off her husband
and ran out of the room to the ladies room across the hall.  James sat
there and finally wiped the cum off his chin.  We both talked about how
awesome that had been until Helen came back dressed, scrubbed, and
composed. We shook hands and I walked them to the door.  As they left, I
gave them a card and asked them to give me a call if they ever wanted to
spend the evening with me again, but that is another story.