A Wild Night at the Stripclub…

I had very recently started dating a guy when I found out it was his birthday. I asked him what he was doing and he said him and all his friends were going to the strip club to celebrate.

“I love strip clubs!,” I said. I really do. I think being naked is nothing to be ashamed of and if these women can make money doing it, why not?

“You should come with us,” he said.

I declined politely and told him I barely knew him (we had only been dating two weeks) and that he could go out and just have a good time with the guys. I hadn’t even met his friends yet.

“But it’s my birthday and I really, really want you to come,” he pleaded.

He put the guilt trip on me so I finally accepted his invitation.

The night of his birthday I had to meet them at the strip club because I was working until about midnight. I had been to a few strip clubs before when I was teenager and had never been to this specific strip joint.

I arrived at about quarter to one in the morning and damn, I looked good. I am 5’2”, 115 pounds, C size breasts, nice, luscious ass. I was wearing a vintage mini dress with a belt with brown boots. I was wearing pantyhouse underneath the dress because it was a November night and unseasonably chilly.

I paid the cover charge at the door and made my way into the darkened, main area. There were 4 stages, all lit up with neon lights on the ceiling. As soon as I walked through the doorway, every man’s in the place eyes shifted from the dancers to me. I saw Matt wave to me from across the room and I made my way over.

He got up and kissed me ‘hello’ and introduced me to all of his friends. Over the next few hours, I had a great time. Aside from being with a good guy that I actually really liked and being praised for being “so cool” to be the only chick in the stripclub, I also really enjoyed pussy in my face. That was something that Matt had no idea about. In fact, no one did.

I had only had a few lesbian experiences prior and had told no one about them. I believe that every girl is entitled to have a few naughty secrets.

Matt kept giving me singles and I’d put them on the counter in front of me and wait for the girls to come to me. They always came to me first before they went to any of the guys sitting around me. They’d stick their titties in my face and then spread their legs in front of me, maybe give it a little rub or two. I was definitely turned on but not overly so…until I saw her.

None of the girls really tickled my fantasy (no pun intended) except one. She was easily 5’10, 5’11 (of course, with the stripper heels on), had long black hair and fringe bangs. She was either very light skinned black or biracial. She was very skinny, small tits but had a great little bubble butt. She came into the stage in a neon yellow bikini.

I immediately put a few dollars right in front of me. As soon as she saw me do it, she came right over with more enthusiasm then any of the other strippers had.

“Hi”, she said to me as she smiled.

I smiled back.

She untied her bikini top and put it around my neck. Her tits were small, probably A’s but they were nice and her nipples were erect. I have a big fetish for nipples. I motorboated her and she smelled so good. She then started to feel me up. The guys began hollering and clapping and I loved the attention.

She then did something I totally wasn’t expected. She actually dipped under the cup of my bra and pinched my nipple. I instantly clenched up. That was my weak spot. I think the guys just thought she was still feeling them since her hand was down my dress and they couldn’t really see.

“My name is Whisper”, she said as she removed her hand and moved onto Matt sitting next to me. She untied her bikini bottoms and her spread her legs for Matt and I. She had her clit pierced and had a big purple barbell going through it. If I had any doubts as to if Whisper liked girls, they were erased as soon as I saw that piercing.

She continued her routine for a few more minutes and I watched her intently. I feel minutes later, as the next girl began her performance, I felt as though the chair I was sitting in was wet. I got up and looked down at the seat and then put my hand on it to feel it.

“What’s wrong?”, Matt asked me.

“I think someone spilled something on my seat”, I said confused.

He reached back and felt my ass.

“Your dress isn’t wet,” he said.

I thought started to panic that I started my period. I told him I was going to find the bathroom.

I looked around and couldn’t find it so I asked one of the waitresses. She said there was no bathrooms for females, just the bathroom in the back aka backstage. She said she had to go back there first and let them know a customer was going to be coming in. She went in the back, a few seconds later came out, smiled, and said it was fine.

I walked through the door labeled PRIVATE and was surprised to see it looked like a gym locker room…a very raunchy gym locker room, that is. There were about half a dozen strippers back there, some eating Chinese takeout, some doing their hair and makeup and I saw one on the house phone. I didn’t see Whisper anywhere.

I smiled nervously and made my way to two saloon type doors labeled BATHROOM.

I was a little annoyed that there wasn’t really a door to the bathroom, just two of those saloon type wooden swinging doors.