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Stripper's Delight
by: [THE MIDNIGHT LURKER]
(M/F, plot, fem stripper/male admirer>
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IMPORTANT: The story, "Stripper's Delight", was originally
written and released in December of 1996. This story here
is a completely revised version of the original, with new
happenings/events, and NEW CHARACTERS. I, the author of
both versions, apologize for any confusion. But I believe
this version will turn out to be better than the original.
- The Midnight Lurker
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"Stripper's Delight"
Author: The Midnight Lurker
As Michael continued to sit at the edge of the stage,
sipping his drink, the emcee's voice suddenly boomed out
over the speaker system of the nicely-furnished downtown
strip club.
"Time to introduce our next dancer. All regular
customers of this fine establishment will recognize her...
She is the very lovely, and very popular... ASHLEY! Let's
give her a big hand!"
Michael smiled.
It was time for `his` woman to perform.
As the lights suddenly dimmed, causing an eerie darkness
to fall over the club, the audience quickly hushed and then
a bright spotlight shone down onto the curtain at the very
back of the stage.
The curtain ruffled around for a moment, then Ashley
stepped out from behind it. The spotlight caught her, and
the people throughout the audience gave the exotic dancer an
appreciative applause.
Ashley looked stunning.
She was wearing a black leather jacket, which was zipped
up fully. Below the waist, however, Ashley had not done all
that much to conceal herself. She had on a black pair of
thonged panties, a black garter belt and matching thigh-high
stockings. Since the leather jacket was a bit small, ending
slightly above her waist, everyone had a clear view of her
panties and garter set. The outfit was topped off with a
pair of spiked high-heels; black ones. Her blonde hair,
very long and pretty, went down her neck and shoulders in
stylish waves.
As Michael smiled once again, this time as he noticed
the vision of lovliness before him, a loud rock-music song
suddenly filled the strip club over the speaker system. The
crowd cheered at the tune, a catchy one, and then the
stripper on the stage began her routine.
Ashley twitched her hips in a seductive manner as she
started walking toward the center of the stage. On the way,
she spun around in a full circle, and in the process,
unzipped the heavy leather jacket. After opening and
closing it just as quickly, flashing her succulent breasts
to the audience, she stepped in front of a wooden chair on
stage and proceeded to lean backwards against it, using her
hands for support. That only lasted for a few seconds,
though, as she snapped her head back and then stepped
forward, toward the front of the stage. The young woman
held onto her jacket, keeping it closed, and then did
another seductive spin.
Ashley stepped to the very front of the stage, close to
the audience, and started to gyrate her hips to the wild
music. She turned to the right and danced, then to the left
and did the same thing.
The woman turned and walked back to the center of the
stage, then faced the crowd with a huge smile. She flashed
her breasts, this time even quicker than before, and
continued strutting and prancing around.
Two quick spins were followed with three more flashes,
all in a row. The crowd roared with appreciation when she
finally took the jacket off, placing it over her shoulder.
Her breasts were simply magnificant; large and firm, even
tanned.
As Michael watched the scene before him unfold, he could
not fend off a massive erection that was forming in his
slacks. This happened to him every single time he came
here, to watch this blonde bombshell at work. He was not
interested in any of the other exotic dancers. He was only
interested in Ashley.
A couple of the customers got up from their seats and
went over to the stage, then started holding up dollar bills
in their hands. Ashley immediately noticed them, and she
strutted over to one, and threw the coat down behind her.
Ashley bumped and weaved to the music in front of the
man, who was quickly joined by three others, all with money
in their hands. The stripper continued grinding to the beat
while reaching out with one hand, and those men gave her the
money. After giving them a smile and then a wink, she spun
on a high-heel and went back to the wooden chair.
Ashley turned the chair around, so it was facing her, as
she faced the crowd. She leaned forward and placed both
hands upon it, and bumped her hips from side to side, in a
beguiling manner. She moved to the side of it, then raised
a high-heel and planted it upon the chair. After lunging
forward several times, showcasing the side of her figure to
the approving crowd, the blonde dancer sashayed over and
picked up her leather jacket.
Ashley swung it over her shoulder and continued dancing,
spinning around twice, then went back to the chair. She
dropped the jacket and then sat down in the chair, the back
of it still facing her front. She spread her thighs and
held onto the chair, then started rocking and bumping her
body, which brought yet another favorable response from the
predominantly male audience.
Smiling for the most of the performance thus far,
Michael finally reached into his inside coat pocket and
pulled out a clip of money.
The move did not go unnoticed by Ashley.
For as much as Michael had been watching her over the
past couple of months, Ashley had learned to watch him as
well. It was a very simple reason why. He tipped her very
good. In fact, he tipped her better than anyone. While
others would give her a few dollar bills at the very most,
Michael would sometimes give her a twenty dollar bill.
Ashley glanced in Michael's direction for an instant,
then went back to concentrating on her routine.
Her blonde hair whipped about wildly as she final chorus
of the song approached. She leaned back, and then swiftly
slipped off the chair, and onto her knees. The stripper
crawled on her hands and knees to the right side of the
stage, where she received tips from a total of nine guys.
She crawled to the front, and was awarded with five more
tips, and then finally to the right. Instead of crawling
over to the group which had assembled on that side, she
instead went directly to where Michael was sitting.
Michael smiled... then Ashley smiled back at him.
Michael pulled a bill out of the clip, and handed it to
Ashley. She took it and quickly glanced, hoping it was
another twenty, but it was a one. She rose to her knees in
front of him, noticing the clip he held, and started bumping
and grinding her body for him.
Michael gave her another bill, a single dollar, and then
another. Ashley kept dancing, however, wanting bigger bills.
She finally got one, and it shocked her.
Michael gave her $100.
Ashley looked at it for several seconds, stunned, and
then remembered that she had to finish her dance. She
watched as Michael shrugged his shoulders and put the clip
back into his pocket. Then, the blonde moved over to the
final group which had assembled for her, and collected the
last round of tips.
The song came to a close and then the stripper stood up,
and looked down at Michael, bewildered. She had never
received any bill higher than a twenty since getting a job
here - until tonight. The hundred was a total and complete
shock to her. It really was.
"Let's give a big hand to Ashley, for a great
performance!" the emcee announced, and the crowd offered a
rousing ovation.
That brought Ashley out of her thoughts, and she
suddenly smiled and waved to the audience. She picked up
her jacket and blew a kiss to the crowd, as they continued
to cheer and whistle their approval. She blew another kiss,
and yet another, before finally tossing the jacket over her
shoulder and strutting off the stage, behind the curtain.
Once she was out of the audience's view, Ashley put the
jacket on and zipped it up, and quickly looked at her money.
She counted it, and the total came to $136. $103 of it
came from Michael, whom she referred to as `The Tipping
Stranger`. He had once given her $27, which was the prior
high she had received from any customer in tips. Ashley was
still shocked at the hundred she held in her hand. She was
completely dumbfounded.
As Michael sat at his table, still nursing his drink
from before, he was bored. The other dancers in the club
were beautiful, yes, but they did not draw his interest like
Ashley did. Ashley was a goddess to him. He had never
spoken to her; their only interaction during the past few
months was him offering money, and her taking it.
But she was still a goddess to him. Not only because of
the way she looked, but because of the friendly, energetic
smile she displayed each time while on stage. Michael
simply sensed that she was a good person. He had a mental
image of her; the way she is outside the club. He imagined
that her regular style of dress did not suggest to others
that she was a stripper. He bet that she dressed
conservatively, when outside the strip club. He also
pictured her living in a nice, clean apartment, having a
good family and being an animal lover.
"Who is that guy?" Ashley asked outloud, now in her
dressing room, still looking at the one hundred dollar bill.
She was speaking to herself. "He comes here almost every
night, and tips me more than anyone else. But at the same
time, he has never approached me, just to talk. Never made
a pass at me. He doesn't even tip the other girls... Who
IS that guy?"
No matter who he was, Ashley had always considered him
attractive. He looked to be in his late 20's. He was tall,
and appeared to have a strong, muscular build. His face was
quite handsome, and he had a certain air about him. An air
that hinted he was soft-spoken and quite nice. She liked
those qualities in a man.
The only reason Michael was still in the club was
because he hoped that Ashley had another performance
scheduled. He wanted to watch her strip again. She usually
had two performances each night, and he had just witnessed
her first. Michael wasn't going to leave until Ashley had
finished her last routine for the evening.
Minutes later, as a stacked brunette was dancing around
on the stage, Michael wasn't even paying attention. He was
still seated at the table, but was now reading the daily
newspaper.
"Excuse me..."
Michael looked up suddenly, and much to his surprise,
found Ashley standing beside him!
She had not changed outfits since her routine; the
ravishing blonde still wore the leather jacket, zipped up
though, as well as the matching panties, garter belt,
thigh-high stockings and heels.
"May I sit down?"
Michael's eyes grew big at her request, and he quickly
cleared his throat. "Umm, yes. Please. Please do."
Ashley pulled out a chair and took a seat across from
Michael.
"Thank you," she smiled. "First, perhaps I should
introduce myself. Well, I guess you already know."
Michael smiled at her. "Yes, Ashley. You're introduced
to the crowd before every performance." He paused. "Oh, my
name is Michael."
She extended her hand. "Nice to meet you."
Michael took her hand, and gently shook it. Her skin
felt so soft and warm to him... he could have held her hand
forever.
He released it, however, and she took it back.
"Well Michael, let me be very forward with you. I've
been working here for three months now, and almost every
night, you are here. You tip me quite nicely, but do not
bother to tip the other girls. Is there a reason for that?"
She paused, then interjected before giving him a chance to
reply. "Oh, please! Don't think I'm complaining. I'm just
a little curious, that's all."
He shrugged his shoulders. "I'm not interested in the
other dancers. Why should I give them money if I'm not
interested in them?"
She nodded her head, but was still curious. "I can
understand that. But, why do you tip me so well? No one
tips me like you."
He shrugged his shoulders again. "Because you're worth
more than a dollar or two, like most customers offer. In
fact, you're worth more than what I tip you. Much more."
That statement actually made the bold stripper blush.
"What makes you think that, though?" she grinned, still
blushing.
Another shrug. "I like you. That's all."
She smiled at him.
Her main intent in coming out here had still not yet
been resolved, however. Ashley was concerned about the one
hundred dollar bill he gave her. She thought it may have
been a mistake on his part. Did he intend to give her a
twenty, but pulled out a hundred instead? If so, did he
notice the mistake?
Ashley figured that Michael was a very good customer.
If he had intended to give her $20 instead of $100, she knew
that there was only one thing which she could do. That
would be the right thing.
"Michael, you gave me a hundred dollar bill tonight."
He simply nodded his head at her.
Her face lit-up. "You mean, you know?"
"Of course. Why? Are you complaining?"
She leaned back. "No! No, of course not! I mean, I
was going to give it back to you, if it was a mistake..."
He smiled at her. "That's very nice of you, Ashley.
But, I did give you the hundred. And I want you to keep
it. I'm sure it will help you, in terms of expenses."
Now, not only did Ashley think of this man as
attractive, but she thought of him as very warm-hearted and
friendly as well.
The stripper smiled, in a reserved way. "Can I ask you
something?"
"Fire away." He was also calm and collected.
"How would you like to go out for a cup of coffee? I
know a nice little diner about a block away. Best coffee in
town."
He looked at her, surprised. Was this blonde bombshell
actually asking him out on a date?
"I thought exotic dancers were not allowed to meet
people or find dates through their work," he retorted.
"Company policy?"
She grinned again. "We're not. But, I'm making an
exception."
He paused, calm on the outside, but wild and happy on
the inside.
"I'd love to, Ashley. When?"
She shrugged her shoulders this time. "I'm scheduled
for another show in an hour. But I can cancel it, and get
off work early. How about meeting me at the diner in 30
minutes?"
"Sure," he replied. "But tell me how to get to it."
She smiled at him. "When you leave the club here, make
a left. Keep driving until you see a big diner sign. It's a
block away. Just pull in there. You can't miss it."
"And you'll be there in 30 minutes?"
"Yep," she grinned. "Go there, find a booth to sit at.
Then I'll find you. How does that sound?"
Michael looked at his drink and then put it down on the
table. "Like a dream come true." He got up, and stretched.
"30 minutes, Miss Ashley. I'll be there."
As she watched him leave the club, Ashley mumbled the
following words, under her breath:
"I sure hope he makes a pass at me."
* * *
Michael found the nice, roadside diner without a
problem, and ordered himself barbequed ribs, fried potatoes
and a cup of coffee. He looked at his wristwatch once the
waitress brought his meal out, telling himself that it would
only be 10 minutes before Ashley was to arrive. However, 10
minutes was too long. He wanted to see her now.
Michael could be very content in his dealings with
Ashley by simply watching her at the strip club each night
and then offering her a hefty tip. But, since she had
initiated a conversation, and then asked him out on a
date... he now had broader horizons in mind. He never
expected her to approach him and put the wheels in motion,
and he sure wasn't going to approach her. Despite the
mental image he had of Ashley, Michael figured that if he
did introduce himself, she would just shake her head and
tell him to get lost. He thought, how many guys at the club
ask her out on a daily basis? Why would she choose him over
anyone else?
But, she had chosen him.
And she even approached him.
At the club, Ashley persuaded her boss to give her the
rest of the night off. He finally relented, and then Ashley
went back to the dressing room and changed into a normal
outfit. She threw on a tight pair of hip-hugging jeans, a
white blouse and a red varsity jacket, from the college she
attended.
After telling her friends at the club good-bye for the
evening, the vixen got into her car and drove down to the
diner.
She was drawn to Michael, for whatever reason. He was
attractive, yes, but that really did not matter to her.
Instead, what caught her eye the most was his friendly
nature. He just seemed very nice and soft-spoken, and
polite too. In fact, Michael was one of the few men she had
met at the strip club who was polite to her. He was like a
real gentleman, unlike the roudy, loud customers who often
filled the club, with their whistles and lewd cat-calls.
She had noticed that Michael would often sit at his
table at the club, very quietly, and show little emotion.
He smiled at her quite often, but that was basically it.
Other customers would scream and yell - hoot and holler.
But not Michael. That was something new.
But, she still wanted him to make a pass at her.
After parking her car, and checking her make-up and
hair, Ashley walked inside the friendly restaurant and
noticed Michael sitting at a booth about 30 feet away. She
watched him look up, and glance in her direction... but he
didn't seem to notice her. A few seconds later, he looked
up again, and then noticed her.
Ashley smiled as he stood up. She strolled over to him
and the two exchanged warm pleasantries, then they sat down
together in the cozy little booth, across from one another.
Michael had to stifle a laugh. "I'm sorry for not
noticing you earlier. I've never seen you in regular
clothes before!"
Ashley giggled at his words. "Oh, don't worry about
it." She looked at his dinner, half-finished. "Hungry, eh?
I think I'll order something to eat as well." The blonde
motioned for the waitress, and then ordered a chicken dinner
and coffee.
"This food is really good," Michael said, after the
waitress had walked away.
"This is my favorite place to eat," Ashley offered, then
leaned closer to him. "So, tell me about yourself,
Michael."
He took a bite of food, and looked at her. "What do you
want to know? You need to ask questions if you wish to
learn anything in this life. That's my philosophy, at
least."
"Well, let's have this be mutual," she said. "First, I
guess, how old are you?"
"27," he replied.
"27?" she confirmed. "Hmmmmm. I'm 23."
Michael smiled at her. "I figured that you were 22 or
23... somewhere around there."
She paused, and then giggled while holding a hand to her
mouth. "Michael, please don't take this the wrong way...
but I thought about it while on the way over here. You're
not married, are you?"
Michael looked at her, then smiled. "No. Not married.
Not even dating anyone." He paused. "Why do you think I'm
always at the strip club, watching you?" He grinned again.
"Same question for you. I don't think you're married, but
are you seeing someone?"
"No," she replied, shaking her head. "I was, a month
ago... but the relationship came to a bad ending."
Michael was overcome with a sudden joy, because she was
unattached, although his demeanor on the outside stayed its
usual, calm self.
There was a moment of silence - which Ashley broke.
"What do you do for a living? You know I'm a stripper,
of course. I don't have a second job, or something like
that. The club is my only means of living."
Michael was about to speak, but held back. He did not
want to tell her the complete truth about his job.
At the young age of 27, Michael was the owner of the
largest, most powerful company in the entire state. A few
years ago, while enrolled in college, he won the state
lottery - over 45 million dollars. Since then, he had
started his own business - one that manufactured kitchen
appliances and cookwear. The business kept growing, and
with a good customer base and advertising campaign, Michael
had earned and built himself a personal fortune which most
people could only dream about.
However, being a wealthy man had its drawbacks. It
seemed like all the women who knew how rich he was were only
interested in his money. It seemed as though they would
pretend to like and care for him, but all they were after
was his money. The routine had gotten tiresome to him, and
as a result, he rarely dated anymore.
For whatever reason, Michael sensed that Ashley was not
that type of person. However, at the same time, he did not
want to divuldge his true job position to her, nor his vast
amount of wealth.
Not yet, anyway.
"I work in management," he simply told her. Not a lie,
but not the complete truth, either. Before she could ask
him to elaborate on that, Michael quickly said, "I see you
have a college jacket on there. Is that from the university,
here in town?"
She looked down at the varsity jacket, then back up at
him. "Why, yes. Yes it is. I'm in Nursing."
He smiled at those words. "Nursing? You want to be a
nurse? I respect people in that profession. Always wanting
to help others."
"Thank you," she grinned, then paused. "I'm only
working at the strip club so I can get through college.
College is expensive, you know."
"I can imagine," he told her, the thought of him paying
her entire college tuition costs running throughout his
mind. He could do it in a heartbeat, if he wanted. It
would be a simple drop in the bucket for him.
It was only a thought at this point, though.
He didn't want to tell her of his wealth yet. He wanted
her to get to know him, and truly care for him, before
divuldging the whole truth.
"Do you play any sports at college?" he asked.
She shook her head. "Not really. I used to play
softball, in my freshman year. I was a cheerleader for two
years, as well. But now, I just concentrate on my studies,
and my job. No time for sports."
"Do you like working at the strip club?" Michael
inquired.
She puckered her lips together, and shrugged her
shoulders. "Ehh, I guess it's okay. Pays good money, I
know that. But there are a lot of perverts who come in
there."
"Hopefully I'm not one of them," he chuckled.
"No," Ashley grinned, "no... you're not. If you were, I
would not be sitting here with you right now." She paused.
"You said you're 27. Do you live alone? Have a roommate or
something?"
Not counting his staff of maids and servants, "Yes, I
live alone. Do you have a roommate, Ashley? Live in a
dorm? Or do you live with your parents?"
"I have my own apartment," she replied. "It's small,
but nice. My family lives in Virginia. I'm all the way out
here for college."
"Then I take it that they do not know you're a
stripper?"
"No way!" she gasped. "My mother would freak out!"
Michael laughed at her response, now viewing her as a
regular college girl with an irregular job... just trying to
get through life.
Stripper or not, is there really anything wrong with
that?
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