A regular visit

I never thought of myself as a 'regular' of any dancer at a strip club, but since I mostly go to the same one for various reasons, I often look forward to seeing certain women. Like G. I know it's pretty much assured that I will get off when I get a private dance with her while it might be a crap shoot with dancers I never met. It doesn't always work out that she's available when I'm there, but that wasn't the case the last time I went.

It was a very slow weekday afternoon in the club; there were not even any patrons at the bar. A dancer in a flourescent pink bikini danced slowly on stage trying to entice whomever was hiding in the shadows of the main room. Down at the end of the bar the blonde bartender was working out some cash register business with a manager while a dark haired dancer looked on. As they all joked together I thought I recognized the dancer's nasal voice. I looked more closely and that pelvis seemed really familiar. Even in the low light I knew it was G.

It took a couple of minutes for the bartender to see me waiting and when she did she tried to draw me into their conversation. I couldn't really hear what they were talking about with the bass pounding in the background but after I ordered a drink I heard G laugh and ask me, "Wanna get raped?"

Now, I know rape is no laughing matter but I played along and said I'd have to think about it. They were having a good old time as I took my drink and sat at a table near the stage. A fat man sat at the stage and the pink bikini girl went over and started doing her thing. I was getting hard just watching her get on her knees in front of him with her ass sticking up in my direction and her tits rolling around on the guy's face. Her hands seemed to be roaming out of sight below the stage level and he was getting some quality time with her, running his hands up and down her back and sides.

I kept glancing over at the bar and it looked like G was getting a drink. I was hoping she would come over and sit with me. She seemed to recognize me when we joked but she's quite popular and may have planned to go to one of her regulars (if any were there). Of course the woman onstage was really hot and would probably be a good bet in the back room.

I saw G leave the bar just as the pink lady was finishing up with the frazzled fat man and started her her way toward me. The perfect storm. Had G passed me I would have gone to the stage, but timing is everything and G sat down as said, "How's it goin'?" The pink lady looked dissappointed and wandered off to slink around on a pole.

I reminded her we had been in the private room a few times and she did remember. Or at least she was very good at pretending. I figured I would cut to the chase and ask for a dance. She was more than happy to oblige. We made our way to the back dark corner of the private dace area and I sat down in one of the cubicles. G took off her bikini top and short shorts, pulling her thong straps up to create a bulge around her pussy. She asked me to sit on the edge of the seat and I took the opportunity to make an adjustment myself. I reached in and got my cock to point north for some growing room.

G looked down at my jeans and said "Let's move it to the side." She reached into my pants and moved my cock out from under the fly seam and into the space between the fly and the pocket where it wouldn't be so rough on her body parts. Since she was so forward with my body part I unzipped my fly hoping for some more hand action. In my online research I knew she was a favorite of the management and probably did her thing in the back with impunity so I wasn't too worried about any bouncers looking in on us.

The song began and G moved in closer. She offered her tits to me and I was all over them, caressing and kissing as she used her knee to finish straightening out my cock. She leaned in with her head close to mine and nibbled at my neck and made little sex sounds in my ears. If I weren't sitting down I'd say I was getting weak in the knees. She slid down and started her patented fake blow job, rubbing the underside of my cock through my pants with her chin and biting the fabric just enough so that it started to feel like the real thing.

G repeated the routine several times and I was at her mercy. My hands were free to roam everywhere and I did make a few passes at her pussy. I try to be polite and not force myself anywhere a dancer doesn't want me to go. There was no explicit move to keep me out of her thong but I felt like I shouldn't go sticking my finger somewhere it wasn't wanted.

The last couple of slides down my body she spent more time chinning my cock, and instead of going through my open fly, she reached down my pants and underwear to hold my shaft while she worked the outside with her mouth. She was all over me and soon enough it was all over. Even though I knew her grunts and moans and her hot breath on my neck were just an act, she made me feel like she really wanted to fuck me.

We chatted during the cool down and I said I would love to return the favor. She laughed and said it would take about 13 songs to get her off. I was thinking more like a meeting off-campus, so to speak, but I didn't want to get carried away. I did almost ask her if she did 'dates' outside the club, but I didn't want to imply she was a prostitute. Of course there was just a layer or two of clothing between being a dancer and being a whore, but again, I was being polite.

We both straightend ourselves out and she kissed me on the lips, asking me to come back soon. Maybe I am becoming a regular. I don't want to get obsessed so I try not to think about it. Besides, lack of time and money keeps me from going there very often. Maybe I'll hit the lottery...