A Special Night

A special Friday Night

I got to the club five minutes earlier. I was surprised. My friends are not waiting for me at the bar as usual. 

Was I too early? 

I called one of them – the closest to me to know their whereabouts. 

"What?" 

One has paid for the pass, and they are waiting for me in the club. First of its kind. He got a new car, and to celebrate it, the bills this Friday is on him. Not all the bills, though.  

A special Friday night, indeed! 

It made me smile. It has been a long time since I smiled outside my office. 

I was still smiling, waving my key as I walked to the exclusive room. 

That is when I saw her! 

She's got long black hair almost reaching her waist. She was wearing the smallest pair of cut jeans short, a white shirt, a cowboy hat, and brown leather boots. 

The most beautiful woman I have ever met or maybe noticed. She is not really dancing yet, but I knew she was a stripper. We have them around every Friday night. One of the things we get for paying for the VIP room at the club. However, not one of these strippers has ever got my attention. 

I did not realize I had stopped halfway when I saw her until my friend dragged me by the arm. 

"Common man, you don't have what it takes to satisfy her." 

I was embarrassed. I had never thought I would be caught up in a situation like this. Not with my friends who think I am impotent. I was beginning to believe that too as I had never found any woman attractive until this night when my subconscious told me this stripper was beautiful. 

I greeted my friends, and I sat down on the couch with one of them. Not that I was usually cheerful with them, but I was embarrassed, and that changed my mood. 

As I sat down, I hurriedly searched for the girl. My eyes met her gaze almost immediately. She smiled, and that sent a shiver down my body. 

"What the hell!" I mumbled and looked away immediately. 

To distract myself, I grabbed a cup and then signaled to my friend sitting next to me to pass me the bottle of vodka. 

"It is a Billionaire Vodka" I'm sure a cup would erase the thought of this sexy striper right away. 

Did I just say sexy? Hilarious. 

I buried my eyes in my phone as I gently sipped my alcohol. I was determined not to look at the stripper again. 

That was deceit. My friends suddenly cheered, and before I knew what was happening, my eyes were already glued to the striper's sexy body. 

The shirt is gone, and I can see through her body from the black bikini bra. Her boobs are huge, yet they fit right well on her chest. 

I felt a bulge between my legs and immediately knew what that was. Little Chris saw the body, too, and it waved to say, "I want that." 

Damn! I have never had an erection because of a woman. This woman right here has a strong hold on me, and there seems to be no way out. 

I wanted to stand from the couch and leave the club immediately, but my legs were so heavy, and the dude in between my legs continued to struggle for acknowledgment. 

My breadth ceased for a few seconds when I saw the girl walking towards me. I prayed earnestly that she passed me by. That was the longest I have prayed since I turned eighteen. 

God must be angry. He did not answer the prayer. The girl walked over to me and was on her toes immediately. I felt all she needed was a tip. I've seen my friends do that countless times. I took out my wallet and dropped a hundred-dollar note on the floor beside her. 

My friends reacted with disgust. I knew they would be. I ought to drop the tip on the stripper's body, but I can't. 

As if the girl's brain functioned in the opposite direction, she saw the tip as a sign that I was enjoying her show. She removed the tiny jean to reveal her behind. She has an incredible ass. Her thong was hiding in between her butt cheeks. 

Geez! Little Chris will not stop protesting. Before I could say or do anything, she was already riding the massive being down there. The bastard could not say no. It chose a woman over me and was reacting in pleasure. 

I was carried away with pleasure when she suddenly stopped. My erection was visible, and my friends cheered. I watched the girl walk away from me and into the green room. 

My friends continued to cheer. They want me to go after her. That was what the girl wanted too. I've seen the routine with my friends. The club management allowed sex for their exclusive members. 

At the moment, other exclusive clubbers have joined in the cheering. They won't stop, so I stood up. The cheers became louder. They all could see my erection. It was a walk of shame, but I did it anyway. The noise subsided when I entered the green room. 

Kate

I started to strut down the stage as my song was blasting in the background. To be honest, being a stripper is fun at first, but I have been performing the same act four nights a week for almost a year. It is starting to grow monotonous. 

I still get excited about being in front of a lot of men because I enjoy flaunting my body. I enjoy watching their wide-eyed reactions as I spread my legs or squat down directly in front of them with only a g-string or a crotchless g-string covering my waxed, wet pussy lips and swollen clit. 

When I initially began stripping, I used to have a problem because, despite being as dry as a bone when I started my act, after two minutes of stripping, grinding the pole, and staring into those hungry eyes, I couldn't resist feeling wet and hot as hell. 

What I typically do is seek a man in my audience who is "more" decent-looking and make eye contact with him. I'd be concentrating primarily on him for the remainder of my performance. As soon as I'm done, I'd instruct the bouncer to tell the guy to enter the changing room 

Strippers are not allowed to have sex with clubbers in the non-exclusive sections. Usually, we would go to his or my home. My roommate does not mind. She works at the club as a stripper and does that too.  

I'm aware that this sounds risky, but the excitement of not knowing what will happen always makes me even more eager.

It is my first night performing in the exclusive room. The manager said I had been promoted. It is my first night in that section, and it has to be perfect. I chose my song. I wore the smallest pair of cut jeans short, a white shirt, a cowboy hat, and brown leather boots.

When I came out, my eyes quickly searched for a guy. The exclusive room was a full house, more than I had expected. There were lots of handsome men sitting around the stage, leering at me, and this time, instead of picking my guy for the night, I turned my face from them. There are too many of them. 

I continued to dance around the pole again as I searched the room for my guy when I saw him walk in. 

Shit! The man in his early thirties, as I presumed, is handsome. The black jean and blue polo fitted his talk, vascular body perfectly. 

"That is my guy for the night," I concluded. 

Then I went to the side of the stage and unbuttoned my shirt. I threw the shirt at the men and grabbed the pole, jumped on it, and started grindin’ my crotch. Sometimes I would cup my 36c tits and sandwich the pole between them and then squat down. 

I was feeling horny by the minute. I felt the cool breeze against my naked skin. It is time to make a move. I watched as his expression changed when I walked toward him. He seems frozen for a while. 

I stood in front of him with my legs open, unbuttoned the jeans, pulled down the zipper, and hooked my thumbs on the waistline. I went to my toes and looked back at him. I’m sure he could see my black thong by now, glittering under the light. 

I could feel the spotlight zeroing in on my pussy and making me even hotter. I peeled my shorts, wiggling my ass in the process. I got a loud cheer! I was not expecting him to tip me, but I saw a hundred-dollar note drop to the floor. 

Whatever that means, there is no going back. First, I covered my ass with my left hand and slowly exposed my asshole to him. I got some loud cheers, and I sat down immediately, grinding him. 

I could feel his erection, and that turned me on. The cool air conditioner mixed with the hot spotlights made me feel brazen. I’ve got some goosebumps now. I’m not sure whether it was because of the cool air or the pleasure I got from his erect cock. Strangely enough, up until now, I haven’t seen a guy who took my fancy, and I’m not even picky!

I wanted more, so I stood and went to the green room. I hoped he would show up, but if he did not, I could always go down on the bouncer. We have done that a couple of times. This time, it won't be a biggie.