my girlfriend the stripper, part 1

They say that strippers never go out with customers. Mostly that's true.

I was in between. In between jobs. In between relationships. Just in between.

Bored with everything, I packed up my few belongings and hit the road in search of something new. Found a town I liked and rented an apartment. With my skills, it wasn't hard to land a job. Not a great job, but enough to pay the rent, so I could hide out for a while. I had plenty of savings, but I wanted to hold on to them.

This wasn't a big town, but it was big enough to have a strip club. Not one of those new fancy million dollar palaces, but an old fashioned joint.

Tired of jerking off to magazines made for lads young enough to be my sons, I went to the club one night. It was called Leather & Lace. I found the leather was mostly in the garb of the customers. Not surprising because there was a long line of Harleys outside. The lace, well you know who had the lace.

It was a friendly crowd, there were lots of dancers, and everyone seemed to be having fun. Not bad for a Tuesday.

At most clubs today, lap dances cost $30, and the dancer takes you to a secluded spot or one of these special enclosed seats they have. At this club, dances were $10 and the girls didn't have to ask if you wanted a dance. They just sat down and started grinding. For ten bucks, are you going to say "stop"? Just as it's more enjoyable to see a movie in a crowd -- the shared experience -- it's fun to be in a room with a bunch of other guys getting a dose of T&A.

The girls here also knew not to overdo. They wanted to get you hot and keep you hot. But they also knew that the customers at this club were not well-to-do, and so they didn't want to empty your wallet too fast. That meant taking breaks from dances, and just sitting with you and talking a while. Maybe you'd buy them a drink.

This one girl had done a few dances for me that night. Her name was Tracy. She was 5'10", brunette, with cute breasts, probably B-cups, and a tight little ass. She wasn't particularly pretty. I hoped she was saving some money for orthodontia, but even with crooked teeth, she had a winning smile. She looked older than most of the girls there; I thought late twenties. Stripping is a business where you'd better have figured out a second career before you're thirty. Perhaps because she wasn't the typical bombshell with a great face and huge tits, Tracy worked harder to please. And to me, attitude and personality are much more important than looks.

So we chatted a while. I learned that, indeed, she was ready to quit stripping, but didn't know what else to do. With just a high school diploma, she'd have trouble finding any job that paid decently. Yet it was clear from our conversation that Tracy was very smart and probably had a good business head on her shoulders. I told her that I had put away some good dough over the years and perhaps I could stake her to a business, or maybe we should start one together. She said she'd think about it, and then it was time for another dance.

Tracy really put herself into this one. She sat straddling me and hugged my neck as she rotated her pelvis for a very sensuous dry hump. Her hands slid down to my chest. She undid two buttons on my shirt, licked her forefingers and ran them around my nipples as she leaned into me and breathed in my ear. I shivered and my cock tried to break through my pants. She turned to face away and balanced on my spread-apart knees, while reaching out with one hand to fondle my crotch. After a while she turned back around and stood with her legs inside mine pulsing against my cock while pushing my head to her chest and shmushing her breasts all over my face.

The song ended and I found myself short of breath. I regained my composure, found a slip of paper and a pen in my pocket and wrote down my name and mobile number. I discreetly enclosed the paper inside the money I handed Tracy and told her to think about whether there was something we could do together. She said she would, but I expected never to hear from her.

I went home to finish what Tracy and the other dancers had started.

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