Confessions of a Stripper

I’m an entertainer at a gentlemen’s club, more commonly referred to as a stripper. I love my job because I figure, “hell, I have the body for it, and I make good money doing what I love.” I’m 23 years old, I have a slim body, fully equipped with a round ass and naturally firm c-cup sized breasts. My dad is 100% American and my mom is 100% Chinese but I look more Asian than white. Unfortunately I took after my mother’s height, I’m only 5′-3″ I wish I was taller. I’ve been dancing since I turned 21 and at first I was a little shy, but one day I just broke out of my shell and went wild on stage. The guys went crazy and that’s when loads of money started coming in. I love doing this little trick where a man sitting at the stage will put a dollar in his lap… I sexually crawl over to where he’s sitting; I lean over the edge of the stage giving him a good view of my cleavage and slowly grab the dollar as I also let my hand get a firm grasp of the gentleman’s package. Then as I slowly move up, I rub my smooth tits in his face just briefly, and just as I pull away, I give him a little wink and smile. It turns the men on and they love it. However, working as an exotic dancer, I learned quickly that receiving single dollars here and there while dancing on stage wasn’t enough to pay for rent, and that lap dances was where the real money was.

Today was like any other day… I worked the stage whenever it was my turn, I performed lap dances for the customers that wanted to get a little rise, and also was lucky enough to get a few customers that wanted the more expensive VIP dances. The VIP dances are in a small private room where the customer and I can be alone and I’m able the bend the rules a little more than normally for a more satisfied customer. Don’t get me wrong, I never really went all the way as in having sex with a client… That is, until one day a gentleman made me a proposal I couldn’t refuse.

He walked in alone and sat at a table near the back of the club. I decided to approach him with the intention of interesting him in a lap dance. I walked up to him and sat in his lap. “Do you mind if I have a seat” I asked. “You can sit wherever you like” he responded. “What’s your name sexy?” I asked him. He told me his name was Leo. I told him my name was Jenny. We chatted for a while; he held a conversation pretty well. Most guys I start talking to just have nothing to say or start stuttering every word. I was wearing my school girl outfit today and I could feel Leo’s dick getting harder as I let him caress my leg while we talked and laughed.

After about ten minutes into our conversation I asked him, “Are you ready to have some REAL fun?” “The question is, are YOU ready?” he replied. “Why don’t you let me give you a little lap dance” I said as I rubbed my ass on the bulge of his pants. “Why don’t you take me somewhere we can be alone” he said. I was thinking this was perfect, one last VIP dance before I was ready to go home with my earnings for the night. I stood up and grabbed his hand and pulled him along. He followed me to a VIP room where he shut the door behind him.

The room consisted of a leather lounge chair which leans almost completely back as flat as a bed, and a small table in the corner with a dim lamp and a timer for the dances. I sat him in the chair and told him to get comfortable. I set the timer to 15 minutes, which is the standard time for a VIP dance. He laid back in the lounge chair and put his hands behind his head. I slid out of the skirt I was wearing and let it fall to the ground. I stepped out of it and I got on top of him, sitting on his still bulging pants with each one of my legs on the outside of each of his, basically cowgirl position.