The Stripper – The Student – The Sex Toy

Strip clubs aren’t really my scene but it’s my buddy Matt’s stag do so as part of the ‘stag do tradition’ we’ve ended up at one. There’s six of us in total, the stag: Matt, his best man and leader of this night of drunkenness: Duncan, his brothers: Lewis and Ben, his friend and work colleague Simon, and of course: me. Matt, Duncan and I all went to university together and have been friends ever since. After uni we all split up to begin our careers but have kept in touch over the year, making sure to meet up as often as we can. Matt and Duncan ended up working and living near to each other but I moved over an hour and a half drives away to begin teaching at a different university.

I’m unfamiliar with this part of the city so I’m sort of tagging along behind, chatting with Simon who I’ve never met before. I know we’ve turned down the right street when we’re suddenly illuminated by the bright pink and red neon signs that advertise the club.

“The Pink Pussycat” I read aloud, squinting up at the sign as Lewis, Duncan and Ben let out whoops of joy at finally reaching our destination.

“Come on man, this place is great. All the girls are dressed up as cats and are named things like Kitty, Princess and Duchess.” Says Duncan, slapping me on the shoulder before stepping up to the bouncer, his ID already held out. Duncan’s always considered himself a ladies’ man and at university he always had a constant stream of one-night-stands and friends with benefits, but he’s never had a serious relationship. So, it’s no surprise when the bouncer calls him by name and gives him a high five as he passes through the door. The rest of us follow and as soon as I pass through the door my ears are bombarded with loud bassy music. We head up to the bar and as Duncan orders a round of beers I turn and look around the club.

There’s a couple dozen guys spattered around the room, some sat around the tables in groups, some alone. Positioned around the room between the tables are 4 poles, each with a different girl dancing and spinning around. Set up on a stage is another pole, this one with two girls dancing in unison around it. A few girls are wandering between the tables, seductively trying to entice the patrons into the side room for a private dance. All the girls are dressed, or hardly dressed, as cats. Pointy fury ears stick up from the top of their heads and long tails trail down from their swaying hips.

“Alright everybody, that was Fefe and Faye. Next up we have Panther!” Calls a voice over the speakers. I look over at the stage and spot a DJ hidden in a booth in the corner. The two girls, Fefe and Faye, slip through a curtain and are replaced by a very dark-skinned black girl.

“Oh yes! Panther is great, her ass is huge. Come on, let’s get a closer look.” Duncan says handing me a pint of beer before making his way down to some seats by the stage. He’s not wrong, Panther’s ass is huge. We sit down at the table, Duncan and Lewis’ attention fixed on the dancer Panther whilst the rest of sit and chat, occasionally stealing glances up at the stage.

We’re about halfway through our first round when a comes out of the back room and snakes her way through the tables towards us. She’s wearing a lacey black lingerie set with matching thigh high leather boots, long gloves that come up above her elbows and furry black cat ears. Despite the poor lighting I can tell her skin is that beautiful Latina golden-olive shade that I love. Her long slender legs lead up to curvy hips, made even curvier by her slender waist. Her tits are plump and round, pushed up in her bra so they jiggle with every step. Long curly black hair flows down her shoulder and as she nears the table, she flicks it over onto her back.