- my stripper friend.
I have a friend who is a stripper, Alexa (her stripper name) we met at art school ages ago. She introduced me to the pleasures of strip clubs, and gave me some priceless tips about how to have a good time at a club without breaking the bank while still keeping the girls happy. We were really tight back at school, both interested in more abstract and avant gard type artwork. We never fooled around because we were always dating other people, and I also assumed I wasn't exactly her type. We did however talk to each other in graphic detail about our sex lives, and our fantasies, we also smoked amazing quantities of weed together. I have told her things that I have told no one else, and likewise she has shared some really secret stuff with me, things I wouldn't even repeat here with full anonymity.
I hadn't really thought about her in years. We had drifted our own ways, the last I heard about her she had married a rich k** that she met at burning man and moved to Los Angeles. But on a rare solo strip club outing there she was on stage at my local strip club, in a blonde wig, and super high dominatrix heals. She still looked pretty much the same, tall, toned , natural D cup tits, pale complexion and a well made up girl next door kind of face, she used to dye her hair red, but I couldn't yet see what was under the blonde wig. There were two guys sitting down at her stage, it was the only stage without a pole, which is a real bummer because Alexa was always great at pole work, I'd watch her practice sometimes. I got a beer and settled in from a far, on the opposite side of the stage waiting for her to focus on one of the guys. When she eventually did, I approached the far side of the stage, she was on her back with her legs spread in the air on top of the mound of money this Latino biker dude had been piling up for her, she was making a gesture like she was stroking a giant cock between her legs right in his face, he didn't seem to appreciate it but she was paying attention to him and I'm sure he liked the view of her spead legs and her big tits rising from the stage. She turned to me and made a finger gun, having seen me all along. She lifted the string on her panties and he put some dollars there, again she gestured like she had a cock and stroked it in the guys face. He shook his head. She turned around and stuck her ass in his face, her ass was bigger and better than I remembered, she positioned his nose right over the crack and wiggled her ass all over his face. He threw another big wad of cash up on the stage, me and the other guy threw some tips up on stage as well. The song ended as did her time on stage. She disappeard with the biker guy to the private dance area good for her.
I was going to just have a drink or two and leave but I wanted to see my old friend. She was in the back with that dude for quite a while. I kept myself entertained with the other performers. A little cuban girl came over and tried to sell me a lap dance in broken English, why she didn't try in Spanish no lo se. I watched a gorgeous young black girl spin around the pole a hundred different ways, I threw cash at her and she spread her pussy for me. Then a couple of stereotypical blondes did a two girl stage show that was popular with the mostly over 40 guys in the audience, in my opinion the spankings were way too gental and everything else I have seen before.
Another girl came and tried to sell me a private dance, she was pretty and gave good chat, but it wasn't going to happen. I saw the heavy set biker guy back at the bar, looked around and didn't see Alexa, but when the song ended the dj said "miss Penelope to the stage, stage 3" i glanced over and there she was. Like 8 feet tall in her boots, In a punk rock motorcycle jacket studded panties and fishnets. She looked like she walked on air up to the stage, in a display of athleticism she flung herself around the pole flipped over and threw a kick that landed in a thud about 2 inches from a balding bespectacled round faced WASPy dude who recoiled but then tipped, the song was Billy idol white wedding. She greeted all 6 guys at the stage aside from me, where she crouched and grabbed me by the chin and hair. "I like the dominatrix thing, very punk rock" I said. "Oh, Jimmy, its not a 'thing' my love, its just me, I make men do whatever I want and they pay me". OK, I thought. she pulled me to her and whispered "you will like this next song" she smelled like beer and pussy unlike most strippers who smell like baby oil and perfume. For the rest of the billy idol song she danced for the other guys with a menacing tease that did garner some wads of cash to be thrown but she came back to me. Venus and Furs by the velvet underground began to play, she reached in her pocket and pulled out a whip before discarding her motorcycle jacket. She pulled me up on stage with her and made me lock her boots, and she whipped me. The whip, a real bull whip stung like he'll, but one of the guys said it seemed fake so she told me to take off my shirt. "Strip for us" she said laughing i looked at the bouncer who stood with arms cross, expecting for him to tell me I couldn't be up there but he just nodded.. And so I took my shirt off, "down on your knees" she theatrically hollered. And down on my knees I went. "Turn around" and I did. She backed up and thew the whip and it missed me but I cringed. One guy said $100 if you make him bleed, it was the old WASP. Others joined in holding their money up, she threw the whip, and it stung me on the shoulder, he said "no blood" she threw the whip again and I could feel my skin break. The blew their wads money was raining. She whipped me seven more times. I was in pain but also turned on remarkably. Then she pushed me back down. "That's what you get for being a little bitch that doesn't call."
I started looking for my shirt, it was gone, nowhere to be found, the big burly boncer approached me, I said "I'm looking for my shirt then ill go" he said " your shirt is gone and Ms Penelope has requested that you stay for the evening she will meet you at the bar after her set, unless she has private dances. I asked him if there was a towl or something, he laughed and put his big black hands out at his side with a shrug, " just don't bleed on my chairs. So I went, shirtless over to the bar. The only available spot was next to that big biker dude. So I sat down, next to the biker, "dude, she gonna have your balls in a jar" he chuckled. "Were old friends" i said " how was your private dance?" I asked, figuring he might commiserate. "Not too bad once I showed her who is in charge" I must have furrowed my brow "not like that, m-o-n-e-y" he continued " money can buy you anything". I nodded and chuckled, "no really, I told that bitch that she would be on her knees by the end of the night" . "Right on" I said sarcastically. " isn't that right bitch?" He said, She walked up behind me followed by that red faced old middle aged man whose glasses were smeared with God knows what. The bouncer brought her out a burbon neet and me a vodka cranberry. The biker went to use the bathroom, I tried to tell the bouncer I didn't order the vodka cranberry. "From miss Penelope " he said. And he left. "Want to live a fantasy with me" she asked. " I guess?" I said, "oh no need to be shy now" she said, "remember I know things about you......................
My mind raced to think of what things in my 20s I told her. I liked red heads, strong independent girls, I was into some bdsm, as a switch, I played some cnc scenes, I was bicurious but would probably never act on it, we talked about the teachers we would fuck, all kinds of thing. She handed me her motorcycle jacket. She said "I know what we need" and then she put on another much more masculine jacket. And produced a joint. Alexa gestured to the bouncer, and he followed us out a back exit i was previously unaware of. There were a few parking spaces back there. She sparked the j and inhaled deeply- she shotgunned the smoke into my mouth without touching my lips but very close I inhaled caught the scent of whiskey and jizz mixed with the weed. She asked me what I was up to these days, I told her about my job as a data analyst and how boring but secure it was. She told me about her failed marriage how they both cheated, how that wasn't the problem and how she got bored and left him and took him for everything he had, which wasn't nearly as much as he let on. "I can't believe you still strip-i mean you are great..." she stopped me the bouncer dude was taking a big hit and holding it in, he exhaled and caughed we all giggled like k**s. "She doesn't strip often" he said, "more just fore fun and to build up clientele", " oh as a domme," I asked, she rolled her eyes and then we all laughed again. "This is my boyfriend Jamel" she said squeezing his big arm. "If I remember correctly you called me your property" he said, she sighed, "well that isn't very woke now is it" she said with a fake sheepish smile. "It is what it is" he said and laughed. We all three talked some more nonsense getting higher and getting along fine. As we started to head back in she said that the biker guy was going to teach her a lesson and she needed my help.
I hadn't really thought about her in years. We had drifted our own ways, the last I heard about her she had married a rich k** that she met at burning man and moved to Los Angeles. But on a rare solo strip club outing there she was on stage at my local strip club, in a blonde wig, and super high dominatrix heals. She still looked pretty much the same, tall, toned , natural D cup tits, pale complexion and a well made up girl next door kind of face, she used to dye her hair red, but I couldn't yet see what was under the blonde wig. There were two guys sitting down at her stage, it was the only stage without a pole, which is a real bummer because Alexa was always great at pole work, I'd watch her practice sometimes. I got a beer and settled in from a far, on the opposite side of the stage waiting for her to focus on one of the guys. When she eventually did, I approached the far side of the stage, she was on her back with her legs spread in the air on top of the mound of money this Latino biker dude had been piling up for her, she was making a gesture like she was stroking a giant cock between her legs right in his face, he didn't seem to appreciate it but she was paying attention to him and I'm sure he liked the view of her spead legs and her big tits rising from the stage. She turned to me and made a finger gun, having seen me all along. She lifted the string on her panties and he put some dollars there, again she gestured like she had a cock and stroked it in the guys face. He shook his head. She turned around and stuck her ass in his face, her ass was bigger and better than I remembered, she positioned his nose right over the crack and wiggled her ass all over his face. He threw another big wad of cash up on the stage, me and the other guy threw some tips up on stage as well. The song ended as did her time on stage. She disappeard with the biker guy to the private dance area good for her.
I was going to just have a drink or two and leave but I wanted to see my old friend. She was in the back with that dude for quite a while. I kept myself entertained with the other performers. A little cuban girl came over and tried to sell me a lap dance in broken English, why she didn't try in Spanish no lo se. I watched a gorgeous young black girl spin around the pole a hundred different ways, I threw cash at her and she spread her pussy for me. Then a couple of stereotypical blondes did a two girl stage show that was popular with the mostly over 40 guys in the audience, in my opinion the spankings were way too gental and everything else I have seen before.
Another girl came and tried to sell me a private dance, she was pretty and gave good chat, but it wasn't going to happen. I saw the heavy set biker guy back at the bar, looked around and didn't see Alexa, but when the song ended the dj said "miss Penelope to the stage, stage 3" i glanced over and there she was. Like 8 feet tall in her boots, In a punk rock motorcycle jacket studded panties and fishnets. She looked like she walked on air up to the stage, in a display of athleticism she flung herself around the pole flipped over and threw a kick that landed in a thud about 2 inches from a balding bespectacled round faced WASPy dude who recoiled but then tipped, the song was Billy idol white wedding. She greeted all 6 guys at the stage aside from me, where she crouched and grabbed me by the chin and hair. "I like the dominatrix thing, very punk rock" I said. "Oh, Jimmy, its not a 'thing' my love, its just me, I make men do whatever I want and they pay me". OK, I thought. she pulled me to her and whispered "you will like this next song" she smelled like beer and pussy unlike most strippers who smell like baby oil and perfume. For the rest of the billy idol song she danced for the other guys with a menacing tease that did garner some wads of cash to be thrown but she came back to me. Venus and Furs by the velvet underground began to play, she reached in her pocket and pulled out a whip before discarding her motorcycle jacket. She pulled me up on stage with her and made me lock her boots, and she whipped me. The whip, a real bull whip stung like he'll, but one of the guys said it seemed fake so she told me to take off my shirt. "Strip for us" she said laughing i looked at the bouncer who stood with arms cross, expecting for him to tell me I couldn't be up there but he just nodded.. And so I took my shirt off, "down on your knees" she theatrically hollered. And down on my knees I went. "Turn around" and I did. She backed up and thew the whip and it missed me but I cringed. One guy said $100 if you make him bleed, it was the old WASP. Others joined in holding their money up, she threw the whip, and it stung me on the shoulder, he said "no blood" she threw the whip again and I could feel my skin break. The blew their wads money was raining. She whipped me seven more times. I was in pain but also turned on remarkably. Then she pushed me back down. "That's what you get for being a little bitch that doesn't call."
I started looking for my shirt, it was gone, nowhere to be found, the big burly boncer approached me, I said "I'm looking for my shirt then ill go" he said " your shirt is gone and Ms Penelope has requested that you stay for the evening she will meet you at the bar after her set, unless she has private dances. I asked him if there was a towl or something, he laughed and put his big black hands out at his side with a shrug, " just don't bleed on my chairs. So I went, shirtless over to the bar. The only available spot was next to that big biker dude. So I sat down, next to the biker, "dude, she gonna have your balls in a jar" he chuckled. "Were old friends" i said " how was your private dance?" I asked, figuring he might commiserate. "Not too bad once I showed her who is in charge" I must have furrowed my brow "not like that, m-o-n-e-y" he continued " money can buy you anything". I nodded and chuckled, "no really, I told that bitch that she would be on her knees by the end of the night" . "Right on" I said sarcastically. " isn't that right bitch?" He said, She walked up behind me followed by that red faced old middle aged man whose glasses were smeared with God knows what. The bouncer brought her out a burbon neet and me a vodka cranberry. The biker went to use the bathroom, I tried to tell the bouncer I didn't order the vodka cranberry. "From miss Penelope " he said. And he left. "Want to live a fantasy with me" she asked. " I guess?" I said, "oh no need to be shy now" she said, "remember I know things about you......................
My mind raced to think of what things in my 20s I told her. I liked red heads, strong independent girls, I was into some bdsm, as a switch, I played some cnc scenes, I was bicurious but would probably never act on it, we talked about the teachers we would fuck, all kinds of thing. She handed me her motorcycle jacket. She said "I know what we need" and then she put on another much more masculine jacket. And produced a joint. Alexa gestured to the bouncer, and he followed us out a back exit i was previously unaware of. There were a few parking spaces back there. She sparked the j and inhaled deeply- she shotgunned the smoke into my mouth without touching my lips but very close I inhaled caught the scent of whiskey and jizz mixed with the weed. She asked me what I was up to these days, I told her about my job as a data analyst and how boring but secure it was. She told me about her failed marriage how they both cheated, how that wasn't the problem and how she got bored and left him and took him for everything he had, which wasn't nearly as much as he let on. "I can't believe you still strip-i mean you are great..." she stopped me the bouncer dude was taking a big hit and holding it in, he exhaled and caughed we all giggled like k**s. "She doesn't strip often" he said, "more just fore fun and to build up clientele", " oh as a domme," I asked, she rolled her eyes and then we all laughed again. "This is my boyfriend Jamel" she said squeezing his big arm. "If I remember correctly you called me your property" he said, she sighed, "well that isn't very woke now is it" she said with a fake sheepish smile. "It is what it is" he said and laughed. We all three talked some more nonsense getting higher and getting along fine. As we started to head back in she said that the biker guy was going to teach her a lesson and she needed my help.
3 years ago