my girlfriend the stripper, part 6

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It had long been a fantasy of mine to be a sex entrepreneur. Having been a customer of strip clubs, massage parlors and brothels, I thought I knew what it would take to be successful and provide a comfortable and rewarding experience for clients and a great work environment for employees.

With Tracy at my side, I knew we could do this.

We found a nice house that could be converted for the use we had in mind. The zoning was fine, and it was in a burg which didn’t have laws that would cause us problems and where law enforcement preferred to look the other way even when a line was being crossed, as long as there were no complaints and no-one was being hurt..

So a few months later, we opened…

The Lap of Luxury
A Day Spa for Men

The décor, both inside and out, was upscale and so were our prices. But our goal was to provide what the client would agree was good value for money.

We had a menu. Our signature Pillowcase Lap Dance & Massage has already been described. What turned out to be the most popular item was the Bubble Bath Surprise. The therapist, dressed in lingerie, drew a hot bubble bath for the client and then washed him all over. I mean all over. After which she dried him off and brought him to the table for a relaxing massage with the “surprise” ending. Along the way, the lingerie might come off. Reverse rubs or mutual touching were at the discretion of the therapist.

We also offered typical spa services such as manicures, pedicures and facials, all provided by provocatively dressed (or undressed) ladies. There were half-day and full day packages combining various treatments and always including erotic treats.

We also had a philosophy. The menu stated the prices. Tipping was optional and there was absolutely no negotiating. If asked, we’d tell clients to think of tipping here as they did for other services: 20% for excellent service if they were so inclined. Our therapists were well paid and we instituted profit-sharing.

We maintained a comfortable, friendly, yet sexy ambiance. There was a lounge to relax before and after sessions, with complimentary teas, fruit juices and light snacks. Therapists not in sessions would always be in the lounge to converse with clients and help pamper them.

Tracy ran the place and I handled marketing and financial details. We hired some experienced massage therapists and taught them the erotic side of the business. And we hired some women who had worked in typical massage parlors, and paid for them to go to massage school. Of course, as we built the staff I was the happy recipient of training sessions.

Tracy proved to be an excellent manager and astute judge of prospective employees. Our personal life revolved around the business, but we had fun with the work and each other.

Of course, we had regular sex together and it was fantastic. But since I received so many free sessions and Tracy worked so hard, I felt she deserved to have some relaxation of her own. Some Sundays, when we were closed, I would give her a Bubble Bath Surprise.

I drew the bath, making plenty of bubbles. I undressed her from top to bottom and helped her step into the tub. With soft music and candlelight, she lay back and closed her eyes while I ran the washcloth over her, gently cleaning every part and paying particular attention to her breasts and pussy. She sighed and let out a little moan.

When she was clean, I helped her step out, and dried her with a plush towel.

Then I led her to the massage table. I am certainly not trained in this, but I give a decent massage. She lay on her stomach. I focused first on her shoulders, arms and back. Then I went to the other end of the table and worked on her feet. She loved that. I worked my way up her legs to her thighs. Then I slipped my hand between her thighs and lightly ran it along her slit and feather massaged her ass. That got her ready for, as we call in it the business, “the flip.”

She turned over so she was now on her back. Now I feather-touched her from her feet up to her face and ran my hands back down to her breasts. She grew goosebumps and her nipples hardened as I worked them both. Then one hand moved down to her pussy, already damp.

I began circling her clit with my thumb as my forefinger plunged inside her. I began pumping that finger in and out and circling her clit faster while working one nipple and then the other. Her breathing quickened and she was making sounds. She pushed her mound hard into my hand and I felt the contractions start, followed by a deep moan.

As her orgasm subsided I slowed my motions until it was time to stop. She smiled warmly and we kissed.

Tracy and I had some good years together and built a successful business. But the way I prefer to remember her is by the kisses she gave me after her Bubble Bath Surprise.