Guest blogger

I have hit a dry spell in my secret life but blueeyes has graciously allowed me to post this story of his recent strip club trip:

I lived in a midwestern city from 1973 to 1975 and I frequented this club at the time. It is still run by the same owner. And it's still a small, intimate club. The big difference is that beer was $0.65 back then. It's now $3.00. There's no cover and free parking. Both of which are unheard of in the Chicago area.

I visited the club on a Monday afternoon. This is typically a slow time, but I find it's a good time to visit because the ratio of girls to guys is more favorable, i.e. not as much competition for the girls' time.

After my eyes adjusted to the dim light, I found a seat at the bar. I happened to sit two stools down from a guy who was buying the waittress and one of the dancers shots of Jaeger Meister. He'd order a pitcher of beer and three shots of Jaeger Meister. I'm not sure what Jaeger Meister is exactly because I've never had it. I'm guessing it must be whiskey of some sort. In any event, they all seemed to be having a good time and downed the shots like three amigos.

My attention was soon diverted by A, a thin dancer with nice big tits. I figured they were silicone, however, since their size and shape didn't match her thin body and tight ass. My general observation is that women with natural big tits also have a big ass. In younger girls this isn't a negative, but as they get older the big tits and big ass seem to get out of control. But I digress.

A was sexy, but she had a detached attitude about her. "Do you want a dance?" she asked me rather matter-of-factly and in a flat tone. I told her I wanted to have a couple of beers first and relax for a moment. She said she'd be back in a while. I noticed that she went back to her stool at the other end of the bar and sat by herself. The other girls were sitting with customers or in a small group.

The club has a small stage in the middle of the room and a couple of stages off to one side. But on Mondays and other slow days only the main stage is in operation. The girls take their turn on stage. I sat back and enjoyed the show, occasionally approaching the stage to tip each dancer. Tipping normally buys you a tit facial, but many of the girls were rubbing their pussy against your nose or letting their ass slide over your face. It was all good.

A came back and asked in the same detached tone if I wanted a dance. This time I said yes, hoping that the dance would exceed my limited expectations. She had one hell of a sexy body, and she gave full lap grindage, but her attitude remained aloof and detached. She just wasn't into me, and as a result I wasn't into her. At this club your hands are allowed to roam anywhere except the kitty, so I played with her bolt-on tits and tried to salvage an otherwise uneventful dance.

Meanwhile, back at the bar, this guy is buying another round of beers and shots of Jaeger Meister for the waittress and the dancer. The dancer was tall and shapely. She had skin the dark color of a Mexican or an Indian (from India), but I was unable to distinguish which she was. Her hair was dark black, and she had a couple of tatoos on her shoulder and the small of her back. The guy who was buying the drinks seemed to have exclusive rights to her time because she wasn't circulating the room.

So, I'm enjoying myself at the bar, sipping away on my beer, when the guy next to me gets up and heads for the door. Now I know the dancer he was entertaining has had at least 3 shots of Jaeger Meister because I watched her drink them. I overhear her tell the waittress how she shouldn't have drank them because now she's drunk. She asks the waittress if she can have a ride home. She walks over to the other side of the room and sits down at a table with a big, fat guy. They seem to know each other, but he doesn't buy a dance. I'm kind of watching her out of the corner of my eye just to see how drunk she really is. It soon becomes obvious from her behavior that she's not feeling any pain. And the guy who bought her all the drinks has left the premises.

After 10 minutes or so, she walks over to my bar stool. "How are things with you?" I ask.

"Oh, I'm feeling GOOOOD!!!" she exclaims with a big smile. "I shouldn't have drank those shots. I've still got to finish my shift. Hey, would you like a dance?"

I'm thinking this could be interesting, so I readily agree.

The dances at this club are done on regular chairs that are lined up against one wall. It's not very private, but everyone seems to mind their own business. J (the dancer) leads me to one of the chairs in the middle of the row. She sits on my lap and we wait for the next song to begin.

"You've got a fantastic body," I tell her.

"Thank you," she replies as she rubs my thigh.

"Do you give good dances?" I say, trying to make conversation.

"I try. For you I will."

My hand explores her tits as she gets up to start the dance.

"You going to let me play with your pussy?" I ask.

"Of course. But only if you're nice," she says coyly as she begins to rub her tits in my face.

Then she straddles my lap and begins some heavy grinding action as she reaches down with her hand and starts massaging Little Willie. Now, I have to tell you Jim, I've had lots of lap dances, but this is the first time a dancer has played with the stick shift during the test drive. Then she proceeds to moan and groan in my ear. She's breathing real heavy and licking my ear and moaning, all while she continues with double clutching the shifter. But I'm helpless to do anything about it since my hands are busy the whole time feeling her tits.

By the time the first song ends, Little Willie is standing at full attention.

"Would you like another one?" she says breathlessly.

No need to wait for my answer.

The next song begins, and J picks up right where she left off. I slip my hand between her legs and begin massaging her pussy through her g-string. I half way expected her to tell me to stop, but she just continued grinding and massaging. By now she's got me really hard, and I realize that this dance is going to have a real happy ending. I'm fingering her through the fabric of her g-string, and he's massaging Willie through my pants like there is no tomorrow. I was tempted to push aside the small triangle of fabric that covered her pussy and finger fuck her, but I was afraid of taking things too far, or perhaps catch the attention of the club manager. One good thing about this place is that they don't have a bouncer, so I wasn't too concerned about being thrown out the front door.

And so, about 2/3 of the way through the second song J manages to push me beyond the point of no return and I make my deposit. She keeps massaging Willie Johnson, and moaning and breathing in my ear right up to the end. She must have realized that she accomplished her mission because she said, "Do you want to continue or rest a while?"

I told her how fantastic her dance was, and gave her an extra tip for the effort. With that she said she hoped I'd see her again, and she wiggled off in the direction of yet another customer.

My beer-altered mind was reeling and of course now I'm confronted with this wet spot in my pants, so I decided my afternoon adventure was over. I have to tell you that this was the first time I've had a lap dance that concluded with a happy ending. And it was the first time I've fingered a dancer's pussy. So, all in all, it was a grand adventure.

The great thing about this club is that the dancers set the limits. As I said, they don't have bouncers, so just about anything goes, if the dancer allows it. I wanted to get a dance with this thin blonde gal, but she was in constant demand. As I sat at the bar, I casually watched her lap dances, and for much of the time she was lying on the floor, supported by her head and upper back, with her legs up on the guy's shoulders. It almost looked to me like the guy was rubbing his nose in her pussy. He was holding her by her hips and had his head bent down, but it was dark enough that I couldn't see all that well. The main landmark was her white, high heeled shoes pointing toward the ceiling. Every time I looked over in that direction, I could see her white shoes high in the air. Guess I have no choice but to check her out for myself on my next trip.

All in all, this strip club experience was one of the best I've ever had thanks to the generosity of the Jaeger Meister man. Thanks, Jaeger Meister man, wherever you are.