Mike walks into the strip club with his friends. It’s not really his first time being at a place like this, but it’s his first time being at one that’s obviously so high class. He walks around with something close to awe. The tables are simple, spread throughout the club, but the lights that stroke up the walls change colors to the beat of the song, matching the lights that make the two large stages glow.
Three women dance per stage two on poles, one on the floor, then there are three VIP sections with writhing women and guys tipping like crazy. There’s a wrap around 360 bar in the center with four bar tenders eagerly serving people and waitresses walking around with more drink options. Mirrors behind the stage give even better views of the girls dancing and even though Mike and his friends aren’t dressed up, Mike is pretty sure that they should be since the female patrons are all in short slutty dresses and the other guys have on jeans and button ups as a minimum.
“You didn’t tell me it was so high class,” Mike mumbles, looking down at his t-shirt and jeans.
“You just have to have long pants and a decent shirt on,” his friend Travis argues. “It’s not that big of a deal. There are some spots right next to the stage!”
“Let’s go!” David insists.
Mike follows his friend even as David keeps texting. He huffs when they all sit down. “Well, Max is out.”
“I told you she wouldn’t come,” Travis teases.
“She wants to, but she has plans with her family,” David shows a picture of Max pouting, her long red hair and freckles on full display around her sad puppy-dog eyes.
“Shame we can’t take pictures for her,” Travis sighs. “Anyway, everyone got their ones?”
“No, shit. One second,” Mike says while getting up from the chair to go to the bar. He exchanges a fifty for forty five ones and a beer. He thanks the bartender by tipping her four dollars.
“Well look at you,” a woman says while stroking his arm.
He looks over to see a pretty blonde wearing lingerie. Her top ties around her neck and cascades to her belly in black and silver waves. The light fabric doesn’t hide her curves at all. She has so much cleavage on display that Mike can’t think straight. She’s cute, with a thin nose, wide lips, and shadowy eyes. She licks over one shiny lip and moves closer in her platform heels, so she’s a full two inches taller than him.
“Are you going to be a good boy tonight?” she purrs.
“Maybe,” Mike says, blinking in surprise.
She considers that and moves closer, her bare hip rubbing his. He looks down and realizes she’s only in a G-string from the waist down, her gorgeous long legs on display. She has a single tattoo on her left thigh, but Mike can’t quite make it out.
“I hope so,” she says, smiling as she moves closer. “I like good boys. I get to reward them.”
“Are you … are you a dancer?” He asks.
She giggles. “If I’m not, I’m certainly breaking dress code.”
“What can I get you, Zara?” the bartender asks.
“Water,” she answers without looking away from Mike.
He feels like she’s sizing him up, but isn’t quite sure what to do with her here. He’s not the best at making conversation with a stranger. He takes a slow breath, then a long drink of beer. She strokes the sweating beer bottle, then spreads two fingers around the neck until her fingers brush his lip.
She leans forward and whispers in his ear. “I can take a whole lot more than that down my throat, but that’s only for good boys.”
He nearly chokes on his drink and she giggles with a wink. “I might just keep my eye on you tonight.”
“Really?”
“If you’re the best behaved boy here, you’ll get a treat,” she says, looking him over slowly. “Try hard for me. Tip well, and be careful where you put those hands.”
She winks, takes her drink and saunters away. A guy grabs her ass and she pauses, listens to what he says and laughs before leaning close and purring something to him.
Mike shakes his head. She’s just a dancer doing her job. That’s it. Her words are just to get him worked up. Sure, they do the job well since he’s half-hard after a conversation alone, but that doesn’t mean he should start expecting anything.
So Mike returns to his friends, tips a little more conservatively than they do for the girls dancing, turns down offers for the girls to dance in his lap right here at the stage, but has a good time with his friends as they drink, talk, and watch the girls strip down to pasties and their G-strings.
“I got the next round!” Travis says, then whispers into the ear of the girl on his lap.
She walks away with him, giggling and welcoming Travis’s hand to spread over her bare ass cheek. Mike shakes his head. Travis has never had problems with girls. They love him for his charm, confidence, and the way he takes control.
“Goddess Zara to the stage!” An announcer yells.
Mike pauses, then his gaze slowly moves to the stage in front of him. There is the blonde who told him to be a good boy. Goddess Zara, not just Zara. She looks like a goddess too. She tossed her first top and now has on a mesh mini dress that glitters under the light but doesn’t hide the black – string or the little black bikini top under it. She saunters onto the stage, hips moving side to side in a hypnotic pattern as she reaches a pole right in front of Mike.
She does a slow test spin while wiping the pole down, then extends one leg and swings around the pole, her back arched until she’s nearly upside down. She moves with the beat, her body looking so fluid and natural that she might as well be half snake.
She tosses her hair and sinks down into a split. When the next song begins, she rolls onto her back, raises her legs in the air and crosses them around the pole. Her body rolls like ocean waves as she pushes herself up onto her elbows, then her hands, walking back on her hands until they grip the pole and she kicks her feet over.
Zara climbs, spins, works her body like she’s making love to the pole to the beat of the song. Even if she does catch a few eyes, Mike is sure she doesn’t really see them. She looks like she’s in a world of her own while dancing, a world he wants to be part of if it means moving like she does, moving with her.
She slowly drops to the floor, spreads her knees, then takes off her mesh top as if it’s a natural thing, like she just has to shed it. But she’s still glittery, her skin itself must be magic. She reaches back for the pole, doing body rolls until she kicks herself into some kind of upside down position.
Every move she does is hotter and more complicated than the last, but she makes it look so effortless. Mike can’t look away, he can’t think about anything else. The music pounds in his ears right along with his own heart as Zara moves and owns the stage.
When their eyes meet, he tosses a bunch of ones onto the stage. She gives him a look that might be a smile, might be an order to toss more. He can’t be sure. But he tosses more ones when she slithers to the floor, her body intertwined with the pole like it’s an extension of her and she slowly crawls over to him. She takes three ones from his hand with her teeth, her lips gently brushing his skin and sending heat and a tingling desire racing along his nerves.
Zara’s eyes hold his and she winks before rolling backwards onto her shoulders. She plants her heels and lifts her hips as her thighs spread, giving him a view of her perfectly shaved pussy barely covered by her thong. He groans and grips the edges of his chair to keep from reaching forward to touch her.
But when she pats her pussy, he slowly stands and drops ones on her, his fingers gently ghosting along her thigh to her knee as he sits back down.
He doesn’t know how long she dances for. He just knows that every time she climbs the pole, arches back, dances with it, that he wants to be the pole she uses. Her long legs wrapped around it, the way her hands grip, the mix of softness and control and reckless abandon with the music is so potent that it heats him from the inside out.
She drops into a split again in front of him, then crawls forward until she’s nearly teetering over the edge of the stage. Her hand wraps around the back of his neck and she pulls him forward until his face is nearly between her breasts.
She whispers in his ear. “After I get off the stage find me, sweet boy.”
He nods.
“Now put a few dollars in my cleavage so I remember you,” she encourages.
He obeys without question. She is a goddess and he wants to worship her. He’ll sacrifice his money, his time, his focus, whatever it takes so he can touch more of, can get more of her. Whether she’s on a pole, on the floor, anywhere, everywhere.
She blows in his ear, making his lower belly tighten as his cock twitches. She winks and retreats to the pole like it’s her safety. She holds it with one hand, swings around it, turns, bends down and tosses her hair before leaning against it and showing exactly how much control she has over her hips as she spreads her legs and works her hips in circles.
She winks at Mike, then grabs the pole with both hands over her head and spreads her legs before curling up so her legs wrap around the pole. She spins herself, her gaze catching on Mike’s every time she comes around, then she drops, catching herself at the last moment and folding back over, so she’s on her knees, facing the pole. She arches back while making her ass bounce. She sinks between her thighs and rolls her hips as she slowly strokes the pole like she’s giving it a hand job.
She pulls herself up, arches back until she’s facing Mike again, smirks, then shows off her flexibility, curling her body. Around the pole, spreading her legs, arching, showing moves that are so erotic, so laced with sex and desire that Mike can’t picture any of this being allowed, even in a strip club.
Then the song ends and she grabs a bag, picking up her ones. As she crawls and wors across the stage, ignoring the poles, she takes tips from others, dances on the floor, but is always gathering her ones.
Once she stands up, her eyes flick to Mike again and she gives him a feline smile, one that promises that she knows exactly what he’s thinking and she’s going to make sure he gets what he’s fantasizing about.
Mike clears his throat.
“Oh no, Mike, don’t break the first rule of strip clubs,” Travis teases.
“What rule? I can’t get a private dance?” He asks.
“You can, if you’re not already in love with the stripper you’re going to find,” Travis chuckles.
David rolls his eyes. “They’re dancers, Travis.”
“As long as you pay us well, you can call us either,” the girl on Travis’s lap teases.
Mike flicks Travis off, but tries to aim for the bar so he doesn’t come on too strong. He orders two waters, since he feels like he needs to cool off and before he can grab the second one, a delicate hand does that.
Zara stands there, watching Mike as she downs all the water, not caring when some rolls over her lips and down her neck. She licks her lips at him, waits for him to finish his drink, then leads him towards a hallway that’s floor lit. The color changes on every tile she steps on until he’s ordered to pay twenty dollars up front for the dance.
He swallows hard as he heads back to a private area with her. She clicks a button and grins as she takes off her bra, revealing her breasts, nipples fully exposed. Mike slowly looks her over, drinking in her effortless confidence and the pride she takes in her body.
“You are a goddess,” he breathes.
“Good, then you’ll worship me like a good boy,” she purrs.
He nods and she climbs onto his lap. He tries to hold the wide arms of the chair to keep from touching her as she rides him with slow bounces and rolls of her hips. She laughs in his ear. “Such a good boy waiting for permission. You’re allowed to touch, I might even let you kiss.”
He shudders, but nods. His hands stroke up her smooth thighs, over her ass and along her back, still trying to convince himself that she’s real. She moans as he continues touching her, then moves her hands over his so he’s forced to grab her ass harder.
“That’s it. You won’t break me. I can take it, sugar,” she purrs.
He groans and thrusts with her, losing himself in her until she rolls on him, riding him reverse cowgirl with her head over his shoulder. She guides one of his hands to her breast and the other over her pussy. She giggles softly.
“I bet you’d give the world to be between my legs,” she says in his ear. “I bet you wouldn’t stop fucking me until I came all over your cock.”
“I wouldn’t,” he agrees hopelessly, his finger pressing down to rub her clit as he pinches her nipple. “You deserve constant pleasure.”
“Yes,” she moans, her lips rubbing over his throat. “Show me what you can do with your fingers.”
She lifts her bikini bottoms and he hesitates, then slowly sinks his fingers over her satiny skin until he reaches her wet pussy. She moans as he rubs her clit in slow, but sure circles. She breaths in his ear and then he feels her hand undoing his jeans.
“You’re my good boy and that means you’re not going to tell a soul about this, right?” she prompts.
“It’s our secret,” he moans as his fingers slip further between her pussy lips to fill her. She gasps and rolls her whole body on his just as her fingers pull his boxers from his skin to slide over the head of his cock. He groans. “Our very good secret.”
“That’s right,” she rasps. “Don’t stop fingering until I come.”
He doesn’t. Mike is so entranced. He kisses across her neck, sucking softly as he rolls her nipple between his fingers and fucks her with his fingers too. She gets wetter and wetter, but softens her moans so they’re for him alone. It feels like a gift to have the sexiest woman in the club writhing on him, encouraging him, eager for him.
When her thighs clench around his hand and her pussy spasms, he groans loudly. Her hand tightens around the head of his cock and she pants with him. He notices a new song come on as she gets up. She adjusts herself and pouts. “You only bought one song.”
He fumbles for another twenty in his wallet and she grins. She climbs onto the chair, her pussy in his face. She pulls her thong to the side and shows off her wet, pink pussy. He groans as he strokes up and down her thighs, then grabs her ass.
“Show me how good your tongue is, sweet boy. Make me come,” she orders.
When he hesitates, she grabs his dark hair and pulls him forward. “Make your goddess happy.”
“Yes,” he groans, leaning forward to eat her out. He curls his tongue, moves with her as she continues dancing, unwilling to waste a single drop of her wetness.
She tastes amazing, so sweet with just a little bit of saltiness that he wants to memorize. She gasps and he’s sure she’s about to come, but she drops onto him and keeps rolling her hips as a guy walks by. Zara gives him a naughty smile.
“I’m not supposed to do things like this,” she informs.
“Be worshiped by men who would do anything for five minutes with you?” He asks.
She grins and kisses him softly, licking across his shiny lips. “I’m not supposed to do anything beyond dance.”
“But you didn’t come,” he pants. “I didn’t finish worshiping you like I promised.”
She moans. “You’re so fucking good for me. I bet if I told you to eat my ass you’d do it without question, especially if I promised to make you come.”
“Yes,” he moans.
She pulls his cock out further and strokes it before moving the front of her thong to rub her hot, wet pussy lips over his shaft. She keeps rolling her hips, then pulls his face against her tits. “Suck.”
He obediently sucks her nipples. When the guy walks by this time, he barely even looks over. Zara pants, then lifts her hips and impales herself on his hard cock. They moan together and she lifts his chin without making him give up her nipple.
“Now make me come. You don’t get to finish until you do. And you don’t get to finish without permission,” she orders.
He groans and gives her everything he can. He sucks and licks her nipples, jerks her hips down on him as he thrusts into her until she’s panting, shaking, sinking her nails into his shoulders as she rides him with mindless determination. He groans with her, gently bites her nipple and her pussy spasms around him.
She groans and squeezes her internal muscles around his cock to the point he’s not sure if he’s going to be able to last. “Fuck, goddess.”
“Does my good boy want to come?” She rasps.
“Yes, yes. So much. So much. You’re so …” he trails off, unable to think.
She gets off him, then drops to her knees and licks his cock. “You’re going to come down my throat before this song is over.”
He nods.
She grins and sinks all the way to the base of his cock, blowing him with clear skill. Her tongue, the way she sucks, how deep she takes him. He lets out a muffled groan and she nods, her eyes on him. That’s the only permission Mike needs.
He lifts his hips as he comes down her throat, relief, ecstasy, and satisfaction coursing through him and dragging him into a perfect bliss he hasn’t experienced in too long. He pants as she redresses him and starts redressing herself.
He hands over another bill and she laughs. “I don’t think you meant to give me fifty, baby boy.”
“You deserve my whole wallet, goddess,” he murmurs.
She leans forward and kisses his cheek. “I hope you come back next weekend, maybe a little closer to when I leave so we can have some real fun.”
