First time for everything

It's unusually warm and I'm glad I decided to wear shorts. Not only because of the heat, but I'm hoping to have some stripper's hand glide up along my thigh and do a little stroking. I'm expecting the usual discreet session with all my clothes on. I don't recognize anyone sitting at the outdoor tables at the restaurant across from my 'home' club, so I duck into the door instead of passing by pretending to be just cutting down the side street.

I sit at the bar and barely get my drink when a black dancer sidles up to me and introduces herself as P. She says she used to work at another strip club in the city, one that's known for its full service in closed off booths, so I assume she's giving me a signal that more than just a friction dance could be on the menu.

We retire to a table near the stage and she gets right to the point. "Wanna have fun?" What else could I say but, "That's why I came here." We move to the familiar private dance area and she leads me into the booth that directly faces the entry way. Before I object, I realize there's an opaque curtain that she draws across the entrance so we have pretty much complete privacy. This is great - I hate the thought of other dancers and patrons seeing me in the throes of excitement. But it's too bad I can't see others in the same position to feed my voyeuristic tendencies.

With the curtain closed I figure there will be much more contact, but I'm not prepared for what comes next. "How about a blow job for a hundred?" she asks. I'm at a loss for words for a minute. With the addition of curtains the fantasy has become reality. I put off the decision by saying, "I don't have a condom." Of course, she has one. Her price is a little steep for me and I say I was thinking more along the lines of a hand job, and she agrees to do that for the price of a dance. She takes off her top but says no fingers in her pussy.

P stands in front of me, unzips my pants and pulls out my cock. No need for the pretense of discreetly reaching up through the legs of my shorts. She has to coax me to my full size - business discussions are never a turn-on for me. She begins stroking mechanically while I get my hands full of her tits. Her attitude kind of turns me off, but what the hell, a young black woman is jerking me off.

I usually take a while to get off. In other circumstances that's a real plus, but in a strip club where time is money, the longer I take, the more it costs. But now there's another, unanticipated consequence. The song stops playing and she stops stroking. "You didn't come during one song and that's what we agreed on." Poor negotiations on my part, I guess. "What a ripoff" I blurt out, surprising myself with my uncharacteristically aggressive epithet. She says, "I'll stay for another song, but you'll have to do it yourself."

Another first for me. I have never jerked off in front of a stranger before. To help me with my decision she offers to show her pussy. I swallow whatever self-respect I have left and agree. She pulls down her bikini bottom and puts one foot up on the bench next to me as I start to go to town. She seems to be a little exasperated with me and my shyness and she grabs my other hand and shoves it between her legs.

I finger her as I finish, spreading come over my bare flesh and avoiding hitting any of my clothes. It's a pretty hollow experience with none of the rush I usually get from the fantasy of having a woman complete the task. She looks around for something to clean up with but I am way ahead of her, grabbing the napkins I brought into the booth with my drink. I get dressed and give P the money for the dances with a much smaller tip than usual. Once she has the money she leaves without much of a goodbye, let alone a hug or peck on the cheek.

It's only been about twenty minutes since I arrived. Usually I pride myself on being so efficient but somehow I leave with kind of an empty feeling. I can't tell if it's elation or disgust. Maybe they cancel each other out.

At least I don't have to worry about showing a wet spot on my pants.