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These events range from about 7-12 years ago and I thought some of you might like hearing about them. I have gone back and forth on posting and I’m a lurker more than a poster. My adventures range from playing/being played with, meeting ladies outside the club, and a couple of scary what was I thinking moments inside the club where dancers. I have no idea what I was thinking on the latter, but it made me a nervous wreck until I was tested.

This post ended up being much longer than I thought it would be when I started. Some of it is background for a few other encounters I had, if folks are interested in hearing about them.

The backstory…
The city I lived in is fairly large with a number of clubs that span from high-priced to downright dives. While I did not go to any of them often, I would typically go to a particular club that was middle of the road. I found that the women that worked there ranged from young up and comers who would move to high end clubs in a few months, or ladies that were starting the downward slide.

I would typically pop into the club on my way home from work, or around 8ish on a mid-weeknight. This meant that I would either catch the day shift a couple of hours before shift end or the night ladies after they had been there for a bit. I have done the typical group of guys hitting the club thing, but these adventures were solo. More pop in and have a few drinks and see what happens. I think this played equally with a healthy dose of luck in the fun I had.

Is this really happening…
I mentioned that my best adventures occurred when I was solo, but my first bit of fun happened with two buddies. We decided to hit a club that wasn’t too far from our homes after a Saturday of day drinking. I forget why we were out drinking like lushes in the middle of the day, but we ended up at the club early evening. It wasn’t very full, and the dancers were mingling and trying to drum up private dances before the typical Saturday evening swarm of guys showed up.

We sat at a table for about 15 minutes or so and in unison decided to move to the seats at the stage. I don’t recall how many dancers were there, but two ladies caught our attention. The first, which for a million dollars I couldn’t remember her stage name, but I’ll call stripper 1, was probably in her late twenties but showing signs of a recent pregnancy. Later, we learned that she had danced as long as she could and took off to give birth. Each of us had a few stage dances and she was not being shy with spreading widely in front of us. In the State that this club is located the ladies get topless with pasties (most of the time somewhat clear tape) over their nipple and down to thong. This club had several long stages, and in addition to the three of us, there were probably 3-4 other guys sitting at the stage. We were definitely not high rollers (haha) but I never understood sitting at the stage and being stingy with my singles. Needless to say, stripper 1 spent a lot of time in front of us.

I am sure a lot of folks here know the tactics used on stage, but I’ll describe a few that stripper 1 used on us. Depending on how busy stage area is, a dancer might just do a shake of their breasts, or if pickings are slim, they might spread and adjust their thongs a bit to give more of a show. In my experience, when they hint at more on stage, they almost always swing by after their set to see if you want a private dance and try to separate you from the larger currency in your wallet. Stripper 1 had a double thong setup and was not shy about moving the outer fabric to the side to reveal a little more flesh. Stripper 1 was not my type, but one of my buddies was completely into her.

The next lady on stage (stripper 2) immediately caught my eye. She was a tall and lanky blond that looked like she might have indulged in several drinks or other vices before hitting the stage. As with stripper 1, my group was the only real tippers at the stage and stripper 2 focused almost entirely on us. Stripper 1 had come to sit with my friend, which seemed to loosen stripper 2 up even more. As I mentioned, stripper 1 had made sure her vulva was well covered, stripper 2 had no such concerns. She wore a very tiny thong that left the sides of her mound exposed. As she spread out in front of me, I could feel myself getting a little aroused, something that I’d say rarely happens to me at a strip club. Stripper 2 had incredibly smooth vulva (from what I could see), without a hint of hair or stubble.

It isn’t uncommon for a dancer to rub their breasts on your face, and sometimes their crotch and ass. I have to say, I am not a big fan of any of that, but when she rubbed her barely covered pussy across my face it was all I could do to not get kicked out. I would normally be 100% against a stripper rubbing their genitals across my face (for obvious reasons), but I couldn’t think of a reason at the time to not sit back and enjoy. I could have cared less that I was sitting at the stage of a strip club as she rubbed her mound across my nose and mouth. I love going down on a woman and I was a thin piece of fabric away from heaven.

The next person on stage after stripper 2 was not memorable, so we moved back to a table to order more drinks. Stripper 2 joined us and appeared to be friends with stripper 1. Stripper 2 sat on my lap and I ordered her a drink. When I have ordered a drink for a dancer in the past, they typically want something fruity and weak. Stripper 2 wanted a tequila shot and pounded it. We sat around for a bit chit chatting about the normal BS things that you do in that type of situation (e.g. where are you from, blah blah blah…). Stripper 2 was sitting across my left leg with her legs between mine, and I had one hand around her cupping her ass. She casually had her hand resting on my crotch and would subtly squeeze my dick every so often. I felt like everyone on the club had to know she was holding my dick, but when I asked my buddies later, they had no clue.

Private dance…
Stripper 1 asked my friend if wanted to go for a private dance and while trying to play it cool with a “sure”, he was more than ready to go. While I was oblivious to most everything around me due to stripper 2, I’m sure stripper 1 was giving my buddy a similar treatment. As they got up, I asked stripper 2 if she wanted to give me a private dance too. She smiled and said yes, but for some weird reason I think she was completely content sitting on my lap, having her ass rubbed, and stroking my dick through my jeans. Now that I think back on it, I was pretty content, too.

The private dance area, at the time, was a separate room that had couches/love seats along each wall. It had no doors and the DJ booth sat above and at one end. It wasn’t especially dark and really didn’t notice any cameras. I think the idea was for the DJ to be able to look over and keep an eye on things. Where he was positioned, anyone entering the club had to walk past his booth, which I think provided a bit of a lookout opportunity if the excise police or disgruntled significant other stormed the place.

The ladies led us to sofas at the far end away from the DJ booth and stripper 2 sat on my lap until the next song ended. Much less subtly than before she stroked my penis through my jeans. It wasn’t a “I want you to cum” stroke by more of a “let’s get you hard” type of thing, and I loved it. The song started and she proceeded to do a bit more of her performance on stage. She stood on the sofa facing me and rubbed her pussy in my face again, this time lingering for much longer than before. I don’t know how to describe the next move other than calling it the wheelbarrow, where she put her legs over my shoulders and her hands on the floor in front of us. She proceeded to shake her ass a bit and then moved closer to what I would call a seated 69 position. My legs were spread wide and she placed her hand on the edge of the sofa immediately in front of my crotch. This let her move her cloth covered pussy completely into my face and to rub it up and down my nose and mouth.

If not for that small triangle of fabric I would have had my tongue buried in her slit… which led me to begin licking the exposed sides of her mound. 100 times out of 100 I would tell you there is no way I would do that to a stripper, but there I was trying to snake my tongue under the edge of her panties. I have to think the DJ knew what was going on, but I had my hands down to my sides, so it is possible that it did not look that bad from his booth. Unfortunately, the song ended but there was no way I was getting up and walking out with a hard on.

Stripper 2 asked if I wanted another song, which of course I said yet to. My buddy seemed to be having an equally nice time, too. A few seconds passed as the next ladies were called to stage, and then song number two started. Stripper 2 immediately climbed back into the same seated 69 position and began grinding herself into my face. I have to say I was surprised and happy at the same time when she reached back with a hand and slid her thong over just enough to expose her slit. I went from licking around the edge to burring my tongue in a very moist pussy. I ran my tongue from her clit all the way to the other end and was in absolute paradise. She made no indication that I should stop, and I kept going until the music softly cut out. I wanted to make her cum so damn bad that I could hardly stand it and this time I just blurted out that I wanted to do a third song.

My buddy didn’t extend his session and stripper 1 just smiled at us as they walked out. I’m sure I looked like I had just tried to win a no-hands glazed donut eating contest and could have cared less haha.

Song three started and rather than assume the seated 69 position again, stripper 2 sat on me facing away and dropped her hands down to the floor. While I wanted to continue where we had left off, I had a fantastic view. Her thong had slipped partially back into place, to my disappointment. From this position, I could place my hands an each of her ass cheeks and use my thumbs to rub closer and closer to slit. If a staff member walked up there would be no denying what I was doing but from afar my hands were not moving in a way that it looked like I was fingering her. With one thumb, I hooked the crotch of her panties and kept it to the side while I used my other thumb to rub her clit and occasionally slip into her. She was so y wet that I want to believe she was getting as much pleasure as I was.

I’d like to tell everyone that she had a quivering orgasm on my thumb and melted on the spot. I think she got off, but I really don’t know. Regardless, right before the end of the song she pulled away a bit and I didn’t press the matter. She spun on my lap to face me and after a few seconds the music faded away. The DJs voice announced stripper 1 coming to the stage and stripper 2 didn’t offer a fourth song. She smiled at me and we walked out of the room, with her heading to dancer’s locker room.

My buddies were sitting at a table and I asked if they were ready to go, and they nodded. In hindsight, it would have been fun to see stripper 1 and 2 hit the stage again. I always wondered if they changed panties or if they went right back to work. If my friend stripper 2 didn’t change, I have to think she had a massive wet spot and evidence of my fun drying on her inner thighs.

As you can imagine, I thought about stripper 2 the entire next week. I went back the next Saturday by myself and she want’ there. I tried a few more time and never saw her again. She either got tossed for our encounter, additional encounters, or couldn’t keep sober enough to make things work there. If I was a bit more experienced at that point, I would have tried to get her number. I’m almost positive that would have ended poorly, long term.

I have 3-4 more strip club stories if anyone is interested in hearing them? I’ve tried to be detailed enough without embellishing. I can tell you that this type of fun was random and rare for me, but other fun happened several more times.