My name is Daniel Winston and I want to tell you a story about the time I went to this new strip club in town. I work for a local freight company - hauling whatever they need hauled, to wherever they need it taken. It's a good job... hard work at times but good pay and some really good guys to work with.

One of my hauling buddies told me of a new strip club called Madame Molly's that I should check out sometime. He said the babes there were really hot and the place was usually always hopping. The place even had a web site! Ahh, the wonders of the computer age! When I got home that night I logged onto the site and began checking the place out.

This club had a lot more than just girls getting naked. Many of the customer reviewers talked about "mileage", how far a dancer would go in the private booths at the back of the club. I could not believe what I was reading. Apparently, some dancers did lots more than others and the website had all the details. I got hard just reading the hints and suggestions about what might go down there.

A couple weeks went by and my buddy at work asked me if I had gone by the club or not yet. I told him I hadn't and he encouraged me to go. I had been to the website a few more times, reading more about it and enjoying the illicit thrill of something that was so forbidden. I knew my girlfriend would be furious if I went to a strip club and "spent my hard earned money on some slutty stripper". Maybe, but that made me think about it even more. After all what good is money if you can't enjoy yourself with it?

I was driving through the industrial area of town, coming back from a delivery one afternoon when I realized I was close to the club I had read about. I decided I would come back by that afternoon when I got off work and check the place out in person. I hadn't been to a strip club since my college days and that had been a long time ago! I knew my girlfriend would not approve but she would be working for a few hours yet so I could get home before her and she would never know. This was my chance and so after work I made a beeline for the club. I didn't tell my buddy I was going (he isn't real big on the discretion thing and has a hard time with things leaking out of his mouth sometimes!).

The club was on the outskirts of town... the town I lived in was pretty conservative and didn't want their family friendly reputation sullied by some x-rated hootchie bar. Hell it was hard enough to find a regular bar or package store in town! I pulled off the highway, down a short dirt road towards the club in a fairly rural part of the county.

I arrived at the club and pulled into the parking lot. It was a fairly nondescript building - aside from the neon signs in front, you'd think it was some kind of warehouse or commercial building. The parking lot was only partially full since it was just after quitting time and the crowds hadn't all gathered apparently. I paid my entrance fee and the guy told me of the two drink minimum. 'No problem' I thought, 'I could handle two beers easily'. I stepped into the darkness and stood near the door, letting my eyes adjust.

The place wasn't that big, but it wasn't a tiny place either. As I looked around I saw there was a long main stage that jutted out into the room a bit like a runway model's stage with stools along the sides and end. There was also a couple smaller satellite stages set in the corners of the main lounge. Each stage had a stripper pole on it. The DJ booth was set to the side of the main stage and the bar was set up along one wall. There was plenty of small four-person tables in the lounge but not so many that the girls were crowded when they did their table dances. The stage floors were all mirrored and the walls had large full length mirrors with strips of neon lighting between them. Neon lighting permeated the place, the soft blue,red, and pink colors lit up the place well enough that after my eyes adjusted from outside, I could actually see quite well. The floor of the club itself was tile – probably for ease of cleaning up the spilled liquor and other fluids that may be found on a bar floor.

Dancing on the main stage was a bleached blonde with big, fake tits and a fairly decent body. She looked to be around 25 years old or so, but she had taken care of herself. She wasn't really my type, but I could tell by the nasty moves she was doing that she was one of those girls who would do whatever it took to make the customer happy. I kept her in the back of my mind as a possibility... The place wasn't real busy yet so I found a table a little away from the main stage. There was five or six guys sitting on the "meat rack" - the stools right up next to the stage, and a few other guys sitting at other tables around the lounge.

Presently, a one of the cocktail waitresses approached me. "Hi, my name is Becky, can I get you something to drink?" she said smiling broadly. She had a bubbly personality and wasn't the least bit shy. I asked her what kinds of beers they had here and she rattled off several names. She leaned over as she took my order – her skimpy low-cut tube top showing off her body.

My buddy at work was right - from what I had seen so far, the women here were hot and sexy, but there was something about the smuttiness of the place that was the most exciting. I liked the fact that this was "wrong" and that I was here to get as filthy as possible with one of these dancers.

A couple of the dancers came by and asked if I wanted a table dance. The first was a short latino girl with tits that were too big for her frame. She wasn't unattractive I guess, but she wasn't what I was looking for. I wanted to do some more "window shopping" before picking out my pussy playmate. I politely passed her up, telling her maybe later I might be interested so she wouldn't be too disappointed. She boldly grabbed my cock through my jeans and asked if I wanted a blowjob. That almost blew my mind. I could not believe she was so up-front about it. She was not my type and I passed.

Up next was a young blonde with huge 1980's style hair in a thong bikini who sat in my lap and rubbed her well-tanned ass on my hard shaft. She offered a similar deal, but again I didn't want to jump on the first (or second) piece of ass that came by. Besides, she seemed to have had a few too many drinks bought for her. She stumbled off and a couple moments later I saw this well-built redhead strolling around from patron to patron. She seemed more refined and distinguished than the other girls - she carried herself as if she was almost above her surroundings. She wasn't dressed in the typical skimpy stripper clothes either, instead she wore a floor-length red dress that plunged down to the beltline in front and was slit up the side to the hip. It had a diamond-shaped gold sequined belt around the waist. The dress fit her like it was made just for her and she was stunning in it.

I watched her as she stopped for a moment at each table smiling and talking a bit with each person then moving on. She worked her way around the room until she headed my way.

"Hello, my name is Molly and I am the owner of this place. I hope you are having a good time," she said. Her voice was sultry and soft as butter. I felt my cock twitch just listening to her.

"My name is Daniel. Looks like you have a nice place here," I said. Molly smiled at the compliment.

"Is this your first time here at Molly's, Daniel?" she asked.

"Yeah, I just stopped in the check it out," I answered.

"Well let me give you the rundown then," she said. She began rattling off the prices at Mollys. "Drinks here are $5.00 for a beer and $7.50 for a mixed drink. You already know there is a 2 drink minimum. Table dances are $10.00 - $20.00 depending on what the particular girls asks for. We also have VIP rooms available where you and the girl of your choice can go for a more intimate time together."

"I see. And what goes on in the VIP rooms?" I asked.

"That's between you and your girl. She sets what goes on and she sets the price of it. But of course there is a limit - this isn't a whorehouse!" she said, winking.

"Now we have some house rules too. Here in the lounge, there's no touching of the girls. They can touch you, but you can't touch them. No grabbing a boob or swatting an ass or you're out of here. The only touching you can do is slipping a tip into their g-string. Also the girls can only sit and talk as long as you buy them a drink - the same prices you pay. We have our barber's chair over there for the brave souls. You can pick whichever girl you want to be your bartender there." She pointed to a barber chair set on a small stage.

"What's the barber chair?" I asked, never having seen such a feature in a strip club.

"Well you go over there and our girls will tip you back onto your back and mix a drink in your mouth. The drink is more expensive - $25.00 for a mixed drink there - but you get special service by our lovely ladies!" she said.

I listened to Molly explain the way things worked. I wasn't so much worried about the prices or the rules so much as I was entranced by her voice and looks. She was amazing! I would have been happy just sitting there with her all night, but she had other customers to talk with and she needed to mingle.

I watched Molly walk away and then turned my attention back to the other girls working the room.

The next girl up was a cute little brunette with a nice pair of tits and a delicious looking ass. Now this was more like it. As she got up on the stage I took out a couple ones and walked up to the stage. The brunette jiggled and wiggled her way over to me and I slipped the bills into her waistband.

"When your done here why don't you come see me?" I said. She smiled at me and I turned to make my way back to my seat. I watched with renewed interest the young brunette on stage. I had to admit things were definitely looking up! She may have been small compared to the other girls but she had skills! The things she did to that stripper pole made my own "pole" just as hard!

When her set was over she went back into the back and then appeared a moment later. She moved through the lounge towards me... and I watched her every move! She moved like a cat and I felt my cock straining against my jeans to get a peek itself. She approached my table and I stood pulling her chair out for her.

"Oh my, such the gentleman!" she said, smiling coyly. I seated her then sat down myself.

My companion was a sexy young girl with dark hair and a couple of tattoos. One of them was a red heart above her left tit and the other one I would find out about a little later! She also sported pierced nipples with little silver rings through them - something I found quite a turn-on.

I could tell she had to be around 22 years old. Her body was well proportioned and curvy, but not fat, a very attractive 34D-25-27. She sat in the chair next to me with her legs parted just enough to be suggestive without being too slutty. She was flirting, but her style wasn't one of commercialism - you would think she was genuinely interested in you as a person, not just a payday. Her face was very pretty and we talked for a bit and I got her to smile, her beautiful green eyes sparkling.

"So what's your name, Mr. Chivalry?" she asked.

"Daniel. Daniel Winston," I said.

"Nice to meet you Daniel, my name is Rachael. Is this your first time here? I'd remember a man that pulled my chair out for me!"

"Yeah, I have driven past this place a few times and I finally decided to stop in and see what it was all about," I said.

"So what do you think of Madame Molly's?" she asked.

"Well I don't know about the bar, but the decorations are pretty fine!" I said.

"Aww, aren't you sweet - I see I'm going to have to watch you!" she said, putting her hand on my leg. About that time the waitress came back around and I knew if I wanted to keep Rachael at my table, I would have to buy her a drink.

"What would you like to drink Rachael?" I asked.

"A wine cooler would be nice," she said.

"We'll have a wine cooler for her and I'll have another beer," I said, showing her what I was drinking at the time. The waitress padded off to put in the drink order.

"So now that you have me Daniel, what will you do with me?" she asked, biting her fingernail coquettishly.

"Well, why don't we start with a table dance?" I suggested.

"All right. At the start of the next song - I want you to get your money's worth!" she said. When the next song began Rachael stood up and began her dance. As she gyrated and ground her ass on my lap, she slowly took her gold lame' bikini top off and I got a better look at her marvelous tits and the silver rings that decorated them. Rachael could tell her pierced nips intrigued me and she toyed with the rings, tugging at them gently and taking the rings in her teeth, holding her tit up by the ring. I remembered the rule about no touching the girls in the lounge area but it was all I could do to keep my hands off the young body in front of me.

Just about when I thought I couldn't take much more, the song mercifully came to and end. She sat back down and began to put on her top again, smiling because she knew that she had gotten to me in a big way.

"Holy shit that was hot!" I said when I remembered that I could speak.

"Well that was nothing. You and I should go to the VIP rooms - I can do a lot more in there... more than I can out here." she said.

I told her I was unsure, but then she leaned close and kissed me right on the lips. This was not a peck, this was a hungry, sexual kiss... a kiss of want and lustful desire. That settled it. We headed to the VIP rooms for some private dances.

As we moved through the half-empty club, I walked behind Rachael and watched her ass. Her hips were rounder than I had thought, a killer package. Young and dirty - my perfect fantasy. She said we would start at the beginning of the next song. We found the VIP room farthest from the door and settled in.

"Have a seat baby," she said, closing the door behind us. She motioned towards the single large chair - almost a loveseat - against the wall. It was brown leatherette and obviously had been well used. But as I sat in it, comfort was the least of my concerns.

Rachael came over and sat in my lap, straddling my legs and facing me, and we talked a bit more. She was not as porn-star flirtatious as the other dancers, but as she gently rocked back and forth on my lap she had me instantly rock hard inside my jeans. I'm pretty sure she felt it too, I could see her watching for my reactions. Rachael leaned in close and we kissed some more. It felt like bolts of electricity going through my body. Who knew where this girl's lips had been, but right then I was beyond caring. Her slender body wiggled against me and she sighed with every kiss. I felt her rock hard nipples boring twin holes into my chest.

Not quite sure what to do with my hands, I kept them down on the arms of the chair until she whispered huskily in my ear, "Touch me... please touch me Daniel. I want your hands on me."

Well who could resist such an offer? As we continued kissing, I reached up and cupped her fantastic tits, groping her through her gold lamé bikini top. Her D cups fit wonderfully in my hands, filling them to overflowing and giving me enough soft pliable flesh to sink my fingers into as I mauled her tits. I could feel her hard nipples in my palms and I heard her moans as I gripped her.

With one arm around my neck, she did her share of gripping as well, her other hand finding it's way to my incredibly hard and aching cock. She squeezed me through my jeans and giggled when my cock twitched.

About then the next song started and she stood up and began dancing for me. My lap suddenly felt empty and my cock throbbed as if asking where she went. Rachael slowly peeled off her thin top and began gyrating seductively.

Rachael acted coy and blushing as she came towards me - she looked quite adorable in a little girl way. She put her hands on my thighs, pushing my knees apart and slid them up towards my crotch. Rachael went down on her knees between my legs and ran her hands over my cock as it lay wedged into my pants leg. I couldn't take it any more and shifted in my seat uncomfortably. When that failed to work, I finally reached inside my pants. She tried to stop me by putting her hand over mine and softly saying she would get in trouble, but then she realized I was just re-adjusting my painfully hard cock. The head of my cock was now almost sticking above the waistband of my jeans and Rachael gave a sexy smile as she pressed her naked chest against my crotch.

She teased me like this, rubbing her naked tits up and down my shaft through my pants and leaning lower to kiss on the front of my jeans. This was excruciatingly sexy and I pulled Rachael up from the floor to share another sexy kiss. She slipped her tongue into my mouth and moaned into my open mouth. I couldn't tell if this girl was a great actress or she was as turned on as I was. but it didn't matter, she had my cock screaming to come out and play. We made out like high school kids as she rubbed and stroked my shaft through my jeans.

After a minute I sat back to catch my breath, my cock harder than ever. Rachael stood up and turning her back to me, slowly pulling down her shiny gold micro-shorts and revealing her incredible ass with the fat swollen lips of her pussy visible from behind. She slid the shorts down her long, lean legs and then stepped out of them, turning around to reveal she was shaved bare. It looked so hot as she climbed onto my lap - now only wearing her gold strappy CFM heels - rubbing the moist lips of her tiny slit over the bulge in my jeans.

Rachael slowly slid herself down my body, letting her nipples brush over my face. As they did, I caught her pierced nipple between my teeth and sucked deeply. She moaned with pleasure and fumbled for the fly of my jeans. I tugged gently on the nipple ring and Rachael almost lost it - moaning and grinding her naked pussy on my leg. Her fingers tugged at the top of my jeans and suddenly my cockhead popped out of the top of my jeans. With my cock now exposed, I looked nervously at the door, wondering if a bouncer was going to come in and bust us, but Rachael didn't seem too concerned. She knew how to keep things secret. Her eyes never left my cock as she gently pulled down the zipper, licking her glossed lips as she exposed still more of my seven-inch shaft. The milky pre-cum clung to the underside of the head, pulsing with my heart beat. I sat still, but I ached for her to touch my cock.

Rachael leaned low and her bare nipples grazed against my now bare cock. I shuddered and I almost thought I was going to come right then. This was an incredible tease and Rachael was working it for every ounce of sexual tension. Her fingers grabbed the waist of my jeans and I lifted up so she could slide my pants and boxers down around my ankles.

Sitting there in that faux-leather chair, naked now from the waist down with my throbbing cock sticking straight up in the air, Rachael turned around with her back to me and pressed her bare ass against my cock. She rolled her hips forward and backward, dragging her bare ass over my bare cock just lightly grazing it with her ass crack. The sensations were unbelievable and I closed my eyes, moaning as she teased me to the point of madness. Her soft silky ass slid along my meat as the dripping pre-cum left a damp trail on her ass. Rachael reached down and ran her fingers along her slit as I cupped her soft tits with my hands. She ran her fingers lower, brushing my balls as my sack pulled tight, ready to erupt.

Knowing I was getting so close to cumming Rachael decided that I'd had enough and she turned to see my cock throbbing uncontrollably, wet with pre-cum and hard as steel.

Rachael knelt between my spread thighs and wantonly eyed my cock.

"Poor baby, I'll bet that is terribly uncomfortable!" she said as she reached out to grasp it in her hand. She slowly stroked my cock, licking her lips... it was obvious she had done so many times before. Her touch was not too soft, her stroking was not too hard. It was a perfect mixture of firmness and sensitivity.

Sitting in the chair, I watched as she worked by cock. Up and down her hand went, all the while her eyes watching my cock like a cat stalking a mouse. She looked up and smiled then bent her head into my lap. She opened her mouth and proceeded to lick my cock from its tip all the way down to the base and then back.

She looked beautiful and I was nearing orgasm without her mouth enveloping my manhood. When I felt her lips on my cock, I nearly shot.

Holding off, I leaned back as she slowly worked my cock with a passion. She really liked holding my cock in her mouth and then working her lips on the shaft. It felt incredible, but then she added a new twist, one that had me squirming in my seat even more frantically.

Rachael began sucking my cock while making almost purring sounds while doing it. I could tell she was loving this new activity, she was totally into sucking my cock. The girl was a natural cocksucker.

With one hand she played with my balls while holding the base of my cock with the other. Her mouth then did all the work above, alternating licking with sucking in a way that brought me hotter and hotter and closer to blasting.

"Can I make you cum?" cooed the pretty girl.

That was all I needed. Just as she took me into her mouth again, I started to shoot blasts of cum that shot into her volcano mouth and down her beautiful throat. She looked like a goddess as she vacuumed my cock, milking all the cum from deep in my balls into her mouth.

Her head bobbed up and down on my cock, and I loved the fact that she stayed with my dick as it began to deflate, and actually put all of it in her mouth when it was half mast. Most girls once you start to go limp, think the show is over and pull away. But not Rachael - she held me there, working her lips up and down, as I luxuriated to the touch.

She swallowed my seed, and then shyly looked up at me. "Was it okay?"

I have to admit that it was an incredible blow job and I told her so. "It was unbelievable."

Rachael smiled and then took my cock back in her mouth and kept it there for several minutes, licking and sucking me spotlessly clean and making sure she got every precious drop she could from me. The great feeling got better as I viewed her sucking mouth.

Eventually our time together came to an end and regretfully we had to rejoin the main lounge. Rachael gently placed my now happy cock back in my pants and then kissed my zipper once I was tucked in place. She then got up and got dressed herself. I paid her the money for the VIP room and she walked me back out to our table.

I stayed there with her another hour or so until I had to leave. As I did she made me promise to come back to see her again soon.

That's one promise I plan on keeping!

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My thanks to MadameMolly for the idea for this story and for the use of her name in it. Without both, this story would not be possible!