JOIN
(Couple meets hot slut at strip club)
We'd had a long lunch with plenty to drink before Lisa dropped me at the front door, and headed off toward the bar a mile down the road. I'd told her to give me half an hour before she came back, and to wait in the parking lot. "Drive carefully" I said to her as I closed the door and entered the dimly lit strip club.
I stepped inside and waited a second, letting my eyes adjust from the brilliant Canadian sunshine to the dark interior of the strip club. It was two-thirty in the afternoon and predictably the place was virtually empty, with maybe twenty men sprinkled about the bar. Ten or so strippers casually sauntered around and two waitresses lounged at the bar, mostly killing time before the late afternoon rush. Once I could see clearly, I made my way to a far corner and took a seat beside the wall and noticed for the first time the girl up on stage, gyrating to a slow song.
As I took my seat, I looked around the place. It was large, capable of holding 400 or 500 people and was tastefully decorated, with plush carpet and comfortable tables and chairs sprinkled around the seating area. The black lighting coupled with the black walls and ceilings provided a very dim atmosphere, similar to that of a planetarium or dark movie theatre. The stage, however, was well lit and set against one wall as the focal point of the bar. The dancers entered down a flight of marble stairs at the side, and performed three songs around the large spacious stage. As the three dances progressed, the woman would gradually shed her clothes and become more suggestive. From dancing around the stage clothed in a tight skirt and top in the first song, she would eventually progress by the third song to being fully naked and rolling around on a silk sheet, simulating torrid sex and masturbating herself for the audience.
As the girl on stage slowly rolled about, her legs spread and hips pumping at the air while her hands worked at her cunt to gently masturbate herself, I quickly looked her over to see if she would be suitable. She had long blonde hair, a pretty face, long toned legs and small firm breasts. As she slowly rolled onto her knees, her ass high in the air and aimed at the audience as she worked at her pussy, you could see her butt was well developed from the hours spent bending and arching for her lap-dancing clients.
"Hi there, honey. My name's Sue. What can I get you?" The question from the waitress snapped me out of my trance. As she smiled down on me and leaned into the table, I could see that they took as much care in hiring their waitresses as they did their dancers. She was a beauty, with reddish brown hair and a killer smile. Her large firm breasts jutted against her tight white halter-top, and her black stockings started at her high heels and ran all the way up to her tight black shorts. "Hi" I replied. "Just a bottle of Blue, thanks Sue."
She disappeared back to the bar, and I looked around at the dancers as they casually circulated around the seating area, looking for lap dances. By any standards, almost all were gorgeous, blondes and brunettes alike dressed in sexy lingerie and high heels. There were all shapes and sizes represented from shorter petite women to taller, more voluptuous girls. But given that they make their living using their bodies, they all had one thing in common: they were all in great shape.
