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Stripper Lessons
by Neruda (paulodom2012@gmail.com)

***

A man takes a stripper into the back room and gets 
more from her than she bargained for. (MF, reluc, exh)

***

A couple of months ago my brother and I went to 
Houston on business. We are both in security and try 
to travel together whenever we can as we are also very 
good friends. It gives us a chance to get away from 
the day to day grind of our jobs and him a chance to 
get away from his wife and kids. He loves them to 
death, but everyone needs a break from time to time.

Consequently when we travel, we tend to cut loose a 
bit. We eat too much and we drink too much and one way 
or another, we always seem to find ourselves a strip 
club.

This night was no exception.

We had dinner at a nice steak restaurant. We went back 
to the hotel and cleaned up. Specifically I had been 
wearing a suit all day at that point and I wanted to 
change into something lighter weight and more 
comfortable. A pair of dark kakis, a button down short 
sleeve shirt and an old, comfortable pair of brown 
shoes. Sure, this was casual, but who cares. It's a 
strip club. The whole point is that the women have to 
be nice to you no matter how you are dressed.

Now there are a few nice perks to working the type of 
security I do. The first is that you get to meet a lot 
of interesting people that you wouldn't ordinarily 
meet. You generally get a very intimate picture of 
their lives or business, certainly more in-depth than 
an average onlooker would see. Threat assessment and 
management tends to bring all the skeletons out of the 
closet. The final one is money.

My job pays well for a reasonably small amount of 
risk. I live below my means and it all adds up to 
having a lot of disposable income to blow on a new toy 
when I want one or a trip to a strip club.

The place we went to was called Heartbreakers. Yes, 
it's a real club, south of Houston. You can look it 
up. Garry and I have been there once or twice before 
and every time was a good time. I came prepared with 
lots of cash and a few cigars for me and my brother.

The cover was $15 to get in to the door and by the 
time we found a seat between the main stage and the 
second (of course with our backs to the wall. Security 
people will understand.) a nice looking waitress was 
there to take our drink order. We both ordered Jack 
Daniels, as it is really about the only booze worth 
drinking, and sat down.

The girl on the main stage was attractive, but in a 
fairly hard kind of way. She was a bottle blonde with 
pale white skin and large fake breasts. Probably a 
large C cup if I had to guess. She was doing the 
traditional school girl routine and had already 
discarded her jumper, blouse and top, and was down to 
her thong. She hadn't shaved quite recently enough and 
there was a little stubble sticking out of the sides 
of her panties. Speaking of which, she was a very 
active dancer and under the lights she had worked up 
quite a sweat. 

The panties had slipped down and to the side a bit, 
weather on purpose or by accident and there was a bit 
of the side of her lips showing. I felt the beginnings 
of a stir in my pants when I saw that at the same time 
I saw some sweat roll down from her stomach to her 
leg.

To my left was the second stage and the girl was much 
more my type. She had natural red hair past her 
shoulders and a lot of her routine seemed to revolve 
around her whipping it back and forth to "Pour Some 
Sugar on Me." She had the peaches and cream completion 
of a true Irish lass, and medium but very perky 
breasts that came to a soft point at two light pink 
nipples. She was thin, but looked soft and warm and 
danced around in a bit of a haze. She was already down 
to her white, lace panties which were boy shorts, and 
covered much more than most girls at a club like this 
would cover.

The longer I watched her the more I began to think 
that she was new to this. She seemed to be mildly 
uncomfortable or unsure of herself on stage and her 
movements were small and hesitant. Of course the 
thought of her being new to this made me all that more 
interested in her. My slight stir continued, but was 
not more than that.

The drinks came and went and another round or two and 
I started to really get into the atmosphere of the 
evening. I started getting a little tipsy and was a 
bit surprised to feel someone sit down hard in my lap 
when I was looking in the other direction. I turned 
around and looked at a very pretty Malaysian girl. She 
had large dark eyes, long black hair and a fair 
complexion. She was very skinny, but she had perky 
breast and her ass settled down right on my semi hard 
erection. She immediately started squirming a little 
bit and said "You're having a good time tonight, I 
see."

"Yes I am. You surprised me when you sat down. What's 
your name?"

"I'm Mai," she said with a little giggle.

She continued her squirming and what started out as a 
semi quickly got a lot harder, sandwiched under her 
writhing ass.

"That's a pretty name" I somewhat slurred. I didn't 
mean it. I mean, I guess it could be a pretty name, 
but she was a stripper and the chances of that being 
her real name were slim and my mind was elsewhere.

We were in a fairly dark corner and I took her rubbing 
my cock with her ass to be a fairly good sign. She 
started to lightly rub my left nipple through my shirt 
with her index finger and I decided that this girl was 
at least open to some exploration. I had my right arm 
around her and on her hip, so I slowly slid the palm 
of my hand up her belly and to just the point where 
her bikini top met the bottom of her tit. 

I paused for a moment and looked at her as if for 
confirmation and she leaned in like she was going to 
whisper something into my ear. Instead of saying 
anything she just breathed hard and then tongued my 
earlobe into her mouth. While she softly sucked she 
continued to breathe heavily. That was all the 
prompting I needed. I finished sliding my hand under 
her top and cupped her tit in earnest.

Oh, it was warm and soft and smooth, just like a good 
breast should be. Her nipple was rock hard, and I 
could feel it against my palm. After massaging it 
wholly for a moment or two, I proceeded to play 
directly with the nipple. As I did she increased the 
rhythm of her breathing in my ear and the speed of the 
motion of her ass.

"What do you like more," she asked. "My boob in your 
hand or my ass on your dick?"

"I like them both."

Since she definitely seemed to be cool with what I was 
already doing, I decided to see what else I could get 
away with. I let my hand leave her breast and travel 
down her stomach to her bikini line. This time I did 
not hesitate. I simply plunged my hand all the way 
down her front and my middle finger immediately found 
her slit.

She seemed genuinely startled by this and said "Fuck" 
really loudly. She grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand 
out of her panties and then looked around to see who 
had seen. No one had, of course. Garry was busy with 
his own girl. He likes to talk to them rather than 
grope them like I do. He's a good looking guy, and the 
girl he was with was the blonde from when we walked 
in. They seemed very interested in their conversation. 
Everyone else in the club was watching the stages or 
the waitresses, and no one was really paying attention 
to our dark little corner against the wall.

"Baby, you can't do that out here. I could get busted. 
If that's what you want we have to go to the back 
where we can have some privacy."

"Okay, how much is it to go to the back."

"It's thirty a song," she said not at all embarrassed 
by the transaction she was making.

Without hesitating I reached into my pocket and handed 
her $200.

"Let's start here and see where this takes us. There 
is always more where that came from."

"Thank you, baby." She said and kissed me on the 
cheek. She then proceed to straighten her skimpy 
little top and panties. When I had been so flagrantly 
groping her, both of them had been knocked astray.

She led the way to the back room. This was a large 
open room guarded by two bouncers and it had its own 
bar. It was done in dark paneling and leather 
furniture. There were several stuffed animal heads on 
the walls and all in all, the place looked just like 
the room we had just come from only not as crowded.

At several alcoves across the well-lit area there were 
dancers performing in various stages of undress for 
their clients. Although I saw a couple of decent, 
grinding, naughty lap dances, none of them seemed to 
be doing what I wanted. So I turned back to Mai and 
asked:

"I thought you said this would be more private. This 
doesn't really look that private to me. Is there 
somewhere else we can go?"

"Well, there are the booths upstairs, but they are 
more expensive. They're $50 per song."

"And they're private?"

"Completely. They each have their own door. No one 
comes in to check on you there."

"Sounds good to me. Lead on."

She gave me a smile and took my hand. There was a 
small, dark stair well on the side of the bar and she 
led me up. When we got there she handed the $200 to 
the guy watching the door and said that we would 
probably be there for more than four songs. He 
glowered at me and told her to call if she needed 
anything.

Past the doorway that he was guarding was a small room 
with 6 doors. She told me that these were the booths 
that the girls had an option to use, but they had to 
be careful. Since they were so private, they had to 
make sure they only took safe guys upstairs. Either 
that or be prepared to do more than you had planned 
on. I didn't know what to say to that, so I didn't say 
anything at all.

She chose the booth all the way to the left and we 
went in. The room was small. No, that's not right, the 
room was TINY. The whole room wasn't even 5'x5', and 
one whole wall was taken up with a bench. There was a 
dim fluorescent light in the ceiling over everything, 
but the room was dark and there was not a lot of 
space. She closed the door behind us and pointed to 
the bench and told me to sit. I did. She put her hands 
on her hips, looked down at me and said "So where do 
you want to start"

"I want to start with what the rules are," I said. I 
have no problem stretching the rules, or even breaking 
them from time to time, but I at least like to know 
where they are.

"I can touch you, and you can touch me," she said. "I 
don't fuck guys, no matter how much money you offer, 
and I don't like anything rough. Don't stick your 
finger in my ass. That's about it. So, where do you 
want to start?"

"I want you to start by taking off your clothes."

She grinned and said "Okay." She reached behind her 
and grabbed the string to her top and pulled it over 
her head. I got the first actual view of her nipples. 
They were dark purple in the dim light against the 
soft white of her skin. She reached down and grabbed 
my hands and put them on her small breasts.

"Do you like this?"

"Yes, I like this." I let my hands drop back down to 
my thighs. "But I said all of your clothes."

"Oh yeah, baby."

She looped her thumbs into her panties and wiggled out 
of them. Frankly it was a lot more wiggling than I 
thought she needed to do to get them off. They seemed 
pretty loose to begin with, but I wasn't complaining. 
She bent over in the cramped room. There really was 
almost nowhere for her to go, so bending over she 
basically shoved her tits into my face. When her 
panties got to around her knees she let them drop the 
rest of the way to her feet and stepped out of them.

She stood up and I got my first real view of her 
pussy. She was completely shaved; there was not a hint 
of hair or stubble anywhere. Standing there skinny and 
hairless she looked much younger than she really was. 
Reaching out I grabbed her ass and pulled her a step 
closer to me. She swept her raven hair behind her ears 
and leaned over to put her tits in my face again. 
Slowly she lifted herself up to kneel on my thighs and 
get even closer. 

I took her left nipple into my mouth and gently began 
to tongue it. I left my left hand on her ass, and 
reached my right hand to her right thigh and slowly 
began tracing it up to her crotch. Her mouth found my 
ear again, and she started her warm heavy breathing 
routine.

My hand found the fleshy slit between her legs and I 
began to rub her. Now it would probably make for a 
better story if she was dripping wet and my finger 
slid right in, but that shit isn't the truth. She was 
dry and clenched so tight I would have had to force my 
finger into her. I wasn't up for that, at least not 
yet. I figure this was her way of setting a boundary 
so I left it at that. I just kept rubbing up and down 
the length of her cunt and sucking her nipple while 
she breathed heavily in my ear. I was also squeezing 
her tiny little ass with my other hand.

To say I was hard would be the understatement of the 
year. I was ROCK hard. My erection was tenting my 
khaki pants and I was aching for some relief. I made a 
few last passes directly over clit and then whispered 
in her ear "Turn around."

She climbed down off of me and turned around. She bent 
way over and looked back at me. I had the perfect view 
of her ass and her pussy below it. I grabbed her ass 
with both hands and pulled the cheeks apart. Here anus 
was a dark little star surrounded by otherwise pale 
skin and there was a little hair around it. Apparently 
she was not as clean shaven as I had initially though. 
The act of pulling her cheeks apart also opened the 
bottom of her pussy lips and I watched for a moment as 
the two flaps of skin slowly separated from one 
another, revealing a small cleft at the opening of her 
tunnel.

I pressed the pad of my left thumb directly where she 
was opening to me. The muscles were still straining to 
keep me out, but for the first time I felt the 
beginnings of moisture there, as if she had just begun 
to sweat. My index finger located her clit, and found 
it much harder than the last time I had touched it. 
Maybe she was getting into this after all.

After rubbing her cunt a few times with my thumb, I 
grasped her hips and pulled her ass down onto my lap, 
and the cock that was straining to get out of my 
pants.

"Grind on me," I told her.

She placed her hands on her knees and began moving her 
ass back and forth over my trapped erection. It felt 
wonderful. I let her grind for a while, pushing my 
crotch into her ass every time she would move back to 
me. After a while I started missing her breasts and 
wanted to play with them again. I looped my hands 
under her arms and pulled her back against me. My 
hands found her rock hard nipples and I began to 
squeeze and play with them. She leaned her head all 
the way back to tongue my ear again. This seemed to be 
one of her favorite things to do.

My right hand reached way down to her pussy and this 
time I found it moist. As I began to rub I felt the 
muscles that had been holding her closed begin to 
relax and my finger slipped into her. First one, then 
two. I rubbed her sweet wetness around her pussy and 
heard the breathing in my ear become more and more 
rapid.

I turned to her and said, "I want to come."

"You can take it out and play with it, if you want," 
was her reply.

"No. I could do that myself. I want to fuck you."

"I told you I don't do that. I'm not a whore."

"Well, what will you do?" I asked. My erection was 
straining against her tight ass and my fingers were 
pumping into her most sacred of places. I could smell 
the musty scent of her arousal filling the room.

"Well I could give you a hand job."

"No, I want more," When I said it I jammed my fingers 
deeper into her and lifted. She yelped a bit, caught 
off guard, then settled back down on my lap.

"Then what do you want me to do?"

"Either suck me off or fuck me. But I want to cum 
inside of you." I heard her breath catch and I felt 
her pussy tighten around my fingers. She was close to 
her own orgasm and I knew I had her. I knew I could 
have whatever I wanted, and if she couldn't give it to 
me willingly, I could persuade her.

"For $200 I'll suck you off and let you cum in my 
mouth." She was practically gasping now, her mouth 
hanging slack. She was on the verge of cumming.

"Done! Now get to it."

I pushed her back up to a standing position and she 
turned around. Now that she was standing again I could 
see the flush in her skin. It started just above her 
beautiful small breasts and cascaded up her face. Her 
shaved pussy was wet with her moisture as well as her 
thighs. She was breathing hard and her face had the 
slacked look of a woman in the midst of passion.

She knelt down in front of me and I leaned as far back 
in the bench as I could. She gave me one last look, 
like she couldn't believe what she was about to do, or 
maybe like she didn't really recognize who I was, and 
she reached to unzip my pants. As soon as she did, my 
cock sprang out. It had been trapped too long and it 
was thirsty to be free, to touch her skin. I wasn't 
wearing underwear.

She hesitated for a moment, and I thought I was going 
to have to encourage her by one means or another, but 
before I could decide what to do she lurched forward 
like a predator going for its prey and took my whole 
length into her mouth. When I felt the head of my cock 
begin to slide down the back of her throat she let out 
a moan, and the combinations of the feelings nearly 
made me loose it right there. I realized that while 
one of her hands was firmly grasping the base of my 
shaft, the other was between her legs. She was 
masturbating herself while she was sucking my dick.

Almost before I realized it I felt my breathing become 
shallower and my muscles tighten. I knew my orgasm was 
imminent and I wanted to make sure that she lived up 
to her word. At the last moment I could hold it in, I 
grabbed her head and pulled it all the way down onto 
my shaft. Her teeth were in my hair, and my dick was 
in the back of her throat when I started to cum. I 
pumped load after load into her, and I felt her start 
to gag and I felt her try to push away with her hands 
on my thighs, and it only made the whole thing better.

When I was empty I let her up and she fell backwards 
gagging and sputtering, her body either trying to 
swallow the sticky substance or get it back up. She 
fell sprawled onto the floor with her legs spread and 
backed up to the far wall. She looked a little scared, 
but when the choking stopped, she began to smile a 
little bit.

For my part I just leaned against the wall with the 
bench and tried to slow my breathing.

"Mai," I said. "You are one hell of a fuck."

"Thanks. I've never done that with a customer before."

"There is a first time for everything," I told her. I 
stuffed my rapidly softening cock into my pants and 
zipped it up. I reached into my pocket and gave her 
one of my cards. I wrapped it around four $100 bills 
and handed it to her. "Send me your contact 
information. I'm going to be in town for another 
couple of days, and maybe we can arrange something 
outside of work."

"Like a date," she asked. I was probably deluding 
myself, but it sounded somewhat hopeful to me. Maybe I 
just liked the idea of her enjoying herself as much as 
I did.

"Call it what you like. Just make sure you call."

After that, I waited and made polite conversation 
while she got dressed. She had a problem. Her pussy 
was so wet that she said it would soak through her 
panties if she just put them back on. She said that 
that could get her in trouble and if nothing else, 
call too much attention to her when she went back 
downstairs to the club.

The only solution that I could think of was to take 
off my sock and hand it to her. She looked at it for a 
moment trying to decide if it was really worth it. 
Finally she relented and took it. She wiped her sodden 
cunt with my sock thoroughly and then tried to hand it 
back to me. I didn't really want to, but at this point 
I figured it would be impolite not to take it back.

"Thanks," she said a little sheepishly.

"My pleasure," I lied. I slipped the sock in my pocket 
with the intention of discarding it at the first 
chance I got.

As soon as she opened the door, the light flooded in 
and I realized that I had a problem of my own. When 
she was rubbing against me for so long, she had left a 
long wet stain on my khaki pants, and there was really 
nothing I could do about it.

I walked past the knuckle dragging guard of the 
upstairs rooms and back downstairs. When I got to the 
table, my brother was there and the first thing he saw 
was the stain on the crotch of my pants.

"It looks like you had some fun."

"Yeah, I did."

"What did she do for you," Garry asked me.

"Well she did a lot, and she let me do a lot, but it 
ended in a blow job."

"Nice!"

"Yeah, I gave her my number. I'm going to see if I can 
get her to come to the hotel tomorrow night. I don't 
think she does it normally. At least not yet."

"Awesome. I didn't fare as well. A couple of lap 
dances and I got to touch some tits, but that was 
about all."

"Did you go to the back room," I asked him, "or to the 
rooms upstairs?"

"There are rooms upstairs?"

"Yeah. I think if you want a little more than what's 
usually on the menu, you need to plan on going 
upstairs. It's a little more money and a lot more 
private."

"I'll remember that."

We ordered another round of drinks and before too long 
Garry saw a girl walking by that he wanted a dance 
with.

"How about a little private dance?"

"Sure baby. Come with me," she cooed.

As he was leaving I reminded him to take her upstairs.

I sat down and began to really relax for the first 
time in several days. This trip had been just what I 
needed to get past the stress of work. There is 
nothing like banging a stripper and drinking to relax 
you. Then I remembered the cigars I had in my jacket 
pocket. I took one out and lit it and thought to 
myself that this was the life! This was a good day.

Then I saw her; the redheaded girl from when I first 
came in. She was the one that looked like this was her 
first time in the club. She was the new girl.

As she passed by me I caught her arm and pulled her 
backwards a bit.

"If you don't have somewhere else to be, why don't you 
have a seat? I'll buy you a drink."

"Sure," she said, but didn't look like she meant it.

She sat down and I got to take my first really good 
look at her with her clothes on. She was wearing a 
pink micro bikini top that did nothing to flatter her 
hair or skin color and she was wearing the same white 
lace boy shorts. Honestly it wasn't a very good outfit 
for her to dance in. It made her look at once cheap 
and too modest.

"I'm Paul. What's your name?"

"I'm Brigid."

"That's a good Irish name." Something caught my eye. 
She seemed to have a bit of a distant look in her 
eyes, like she wasn't completely focusing. And there 
was a slightly airy sound to her voice. It was then 
that I realized that she must have taken something to 
help her relax for tonight, something to smooth the 
rough edges of a scary new job. "How long have you 
been doing this?"

"Tonight is my third night. I'm still pretty scared 
with the whole thing."

"Too scared for a private dance"

"A lap dance? Sure. I've done some of those already."

"I'm sure you have. You are too beautiful to walk 
around here with guys not asking you for a lap dance. 
But I meant a dance upstairs, just the two of us."

"I've never done that before."

"Would you do it for me tonight, just the two of us?" 
I asked.

"Yeah, I guess..."

"Okay, let's go."

We got up, and this time I was the one that lead her 
to the back room and up the stairs. When we got to the 
Neanderthal watching the door I reached into my pocket 
and handed him the same $200 Mai had handed him last 
time. "We will probably be longer than four songs," I 
said. "I'll square up when we are done."

"Call me if you need anything," he told her, but this 
time he didn't eye fuck me nearly as hard as last 
time. Maybe he figured I had already gotten the point, 
or maybe he knew that sort of thing had no effect on 
me. I led Brigid into the same dark, cramped little 
room that I had been in with Mai, and I sat on the 
same bench. When she didn't move to close the door I 
got up and closed it myself.

She stood in front of me and just look down, a little 
vacant expression and looking very very lost.

"What are your rules?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, what are your rules for this room. What can I 
do and what can you do."

"I can dance."

"You're going to dance, but I'm paying for more than 
that. What else can you do?"

"What do you mean?"

"The last girl I was in here with let me touch her 
while she was dancing. She let me touch her tits and 
her pussy and she ground her ass against my cock. 
After she was done, I paid her an additional $200 to 
suck my dick. Her rules were that I couldn't fuck her 
and that I couldn't sick my finger in her butt. That 
was it."

"I just dance. I haven't done any of that. I'll give 
you a lap dance, but that's it."

"Tell you what, let's start there and see where it 
goes."

"Fine," she said. She seemed pissed.

"Start by taking off your top."

She did. She reached behind her and untied it from 
around her back and then pulled it off. She threw it 
into a dark corner of the little room and left it 
there. That corner looked like it hadn't been cleaned 
in a very long time.

"Come here," I said. When she took a step closer I 
reached up and grabbed her breasts, one in each hand. 
Her breasts were much larger than Mai's, but still 
smallish. Her complexion was sallow and pale, but 
immediately a flush began to come over her. Her 
nipples were puffy and light pink, and there was a 
little indentation at the tip.

While I was groping her tits, I noticed that she was 
starting to look a little nervous, like she may bolt. 
So I decided that if she did, I at least wanted to 
have seen her pussy. Without asking I reached down and 
looped my thumbs in the sides of her boy shorts and 
pulled them down. When they got to her knees, I let 
them go and they dropped to the floor. Her immediate 
reaction kicked in and she reached her hand to cover 
her modesty, and her legs slammed together. Her other 
arm covered her breasts from my view.

"We can't do that here. You can't do that," she said 
to me urgently. She backed into the far wall. I knew I 
had to take control of the situation or she would 
rabbit.

I stood up and took one step toward her and another 
toward the door. That was all it took for me to be 
sure I could keep her in the room if I wanted to. She 
could still call for the ape, but that was a problem I 
was able to handle.

"Brigid, have you ever heard any of the other girls 
talk about what goes on in this room?"

"Yes," she said a little shakily. It was not lost on 
her that I was standing between her and the door.

"What do they say?"

"They say you can make a lot of money up here, but 
they also say that you have to give more."

"Like what? What do they say you have to give to get 
that money?"

"They say you have to be willing to let a guy touch 
you down there." She pressed her hand tighter between 
her legs. "They say that you have to be willing to 
touch him, and some of them even have sex with the 
guys. They say you can make more money if you are 
willing to use your mouth or let them play with your 
ass."

"All true. So let me ask you, when you agreed to come 
up here with me, you knew you were going to have to do 
more than just dance? You knew you were going to have 
to let me touch you, and maybe even fuck you?"

She didn't say anything, just looked away from me. So 
I repeated the question.

"Didn't you?"

"Yes," she said in a very small and weak voice.

"Good, because that's the job, and that's what you 
agreed to do when you came up here with me. I don't 
want to leave until I have what I came up here for. Do 
you understand?"

She nodded looking a little weak, but definite in her 
conviction.

"Good, now I am going to sit back down, and when I do 
I want you to come over to me and I don't want you to 
cover up. Okay?"

She nodded again.

When I saw in her eyes that she was settling down and 
not going to run I sat back down and looked up at her. 
Just like she had promised she walked over to me and 
stood in front of me, but her hand was still covering 
her pussy. I thought that maybe it was time to be more 
sensitive so I didn't scare her.

Gently I took her wrist and equally gently I moved her 
hand away. When I did, I was greeted with the 
fantastic sight that she was a natural redhead. She 
had trimmed and shaved her whole vagina, but she had 
left a small landing strip over it. I felt my cock 
start to grow in my pants again. When I had moved her 
hand I placed mine on the inside of her leg, about 
half way up her thigh.

"Brigid I want you to spread your legs a bit," I said.

Oddly enough, she complied without any hassle. Slowly 
I ran my hand up and down her thigh a few times. I 
heard her breathing catch on the last pass, and I let 
my hand drift to her pussy. What I found there 
surprised me. She was absolutely, soaking wet and my 
finger slid deep inside of her with no resistance at 
all. She was just as turned on by this as I was. I 
looked up at her and she looked away, embarrassed by 
her desire.

I didn't get a chance to fuck Mai, but I was NOT going 
to miss a chance to fuck Brigid, not with her this 
aroused. With my other hand I unzipped my pants again, 
and just as quickly as before my erection popped out.

I looked down at my dick then back up at her, my hand 
constantly rubbing in and out of her moist warmth, and 
said "This is the job."

I pulled her closer and she straddled my hips in a 
kneeling position and slowly lowered herself onto me. 
I felt my cock penetrate her and slide into her cunt 
knowing that this is how it had been since the 
beginning of time. As soon as she was on, she started 
moving back and forth making me come in and out of 
her, an ancient rhythm.

I hugged her to my chest and I could feel her 
breathing. I felt her breasts press against me and 
flatten out. Her back arched and he breathing caught 
again and again. If I hadn't just cum a few minutes 
ago, I would have been hopeless, but I had staying 
power right now.

I stood up, taking her with me and pressed her back 
into the far wall. She looped her legs around my hips 
and continued to hold me to her. Now, standing I had 
control of the motion and I pressed myself into her 
harder and faster than before. Her breathing became 
shallower, as did mine. We were both lost in the 
throes of ecstasy.

Then something very peculiar happened. I heard her 
gasp for breath and utter a strange moan at the same 
time, then I felt something warm and wet flow down my 
leg. She had just squirted. It wasn't a lot, but it 
was enough for me to feel it drip. That was all I 
needed. With a few more good thrusts that rammed her 
into the wall I came inside of her.

I stood there like that, holding her for a couple of 
minutes with my cock still inside of her, and her legs 
still around me. We both panted and tried to calm our 
breathing. I felt the walls of her pussy contract 
tightly around me at irregular intervals.

Eventually, sooner than I wanted to, I let her down 
and she sat on the bench. I handed her the same sock I 
had handed Mai. But she needed instruction to know 
what to do with it. I watched as she wiped away the 
semen that was running out of her. I felt somehow 
detached from the scene, distant, like I was watching 
from far away.

She seemed out of it, and a little despondent. I 
waited with her while she got her clothes on and I put 
myself back together.

I had a damp spot that ran part way down my leg.

"Fuck," I said. "It looks like I pissed myself. I'm 
never going to hear the end of this."

"I'm sorry," she said in the same small voice that she 
had used before.

"It's okay. I'm glad you came. It made it better for 
me," I tried to console her.

She sniffled a little and wiped one of her eyes. That 
was my cue to go. The only thing worse than sitting in 
a fuck room with stained pants in a shady strip club 
that I could think of was to do the whole thing while 
trying to comfort a stripper who just fucked for money 
for the first time while doing it.

I took out another $200 and gave it to her, and when 
she took it she handed me back my sock. Having been 
through this routine before I just put it in my pocket 
and walked out the room. I stopped on my way past the 
bouncer.

"Thanks for watching out for us tonight," I said. He 
looked puzzled, and even more so when I pressed a few 
bills into his hand. "I may be back tomorrow night, 
and I want to make sure you are looking out for my 
privacy again." Recognition dawned on his stupid face, 
and he slid the bills into his pocket.

"No problem, pal. Whatever you want."

"Great. Brigid needs a few minutes to pull herself 
together. See that she isn't disturbed."

"You got it"

As soon as I got back down to our table Garry saw my 
pants and started laughing.

"Come on," I said. "I want to throw away these pants 
and tell you a story about a sock I'm never going to 
wear again."

I started for the door. He drained his glass in one 
shot and hurried to catch up with me.

"You're right, the upstairs rooms are much better."

"Yeah they are," I agreed. "You know that bouncer at 
the top of the stairs? I put him on the pay roll 
tonight. Next time we come we can have all the privacy 
we want."

Garry laughed his deep belly laugh. "That guy made out 
like a bandit tonight. I did the same thing."

I laughed at the thought of that guy coming into so 
much unexpected money.

"Now," said Garry. "Tell me a story about that sock."

To be continued?

Thanks for following along this far. I hope you 
enjoyed the story. I would love some feedback on it, 
as this is the first one I am submitting. I am 
particularly interested in the thoughts of any women 
who read this. Anyone that contacts me, I will do my 
best to email back.

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