It cost me twenty-five dollars to get in. The woman working the front had a hoodie over a bikini which made for a confusing yet alluring introduction to the building. I had never been to a strip club before and had no idea what to expect. I had a vape pen in my pocket I was hitting so hard I could have caught an assault charge. That is to say that I was stoned and walking into very dangerous new territory. My hand was sta...

"Men can't touch the strippers but women can," Krystal whispered in Kathy's ear as she ground on Kathy's lap. Kathy's eyes lustfully roamed Krystal's body.  Lingering over Krystal's soft skin, smooth tummy, and oh so impressive breasts.  The way Krystal moved was so intoxicating.  Krystal's hands running up her own body, over her breasts, behind her head, gathering her long dark hair up as her hips moved in little circles...

Charlie was up on the stage again. She loved to dance, more than any of the other dancers in the club. She accidentally fell into it at an amateur's night during a bachelorette party for a girlfriend. She had a blast and when the club offered her a job, she didn’t jump immediately, but she needed the money. She never realized how much fun it would be. She thought she had been pretty worldly back then, but a couple of the...

Diane spent Tuesday being pampered at a beauty salon, getting a fake tan, topping up her laser work and making herself feel sexy. She ate healthy and sparse. By seven she was locked into her belt, the MC had the key, her floaty, the almost transparent dress was on, her silk side-tie knickers were in place and her front opening half-cup bra pushed her tits up so that the nipples were very visible through the diaphanous dre...

I think I made a grave error. I guess I should explain. Well before marriage, I used to enjoy the occasional trip to strip clubs. I never went often and hardly ever when dating someone. But there was something so tantalizing about having a pretty girl dance for you and even, those times when I could afford it, having her dance against you. Granted it was no substitute for sex, but it was usually a lot of fun and it would...

Having a stripper living in the apartment seemed like a nice idea, but it took some getting used to. Shannon was a hot little cutie and she knew it. She had no problem in showing off her tight little compact, cheerleader-like body and her sexual proclivity was simply off the charts and wild. Shannon decided to take up residence in a one-bedroom apartment to get away from a wickedly abusive boyfriend. (He finally moved on...

I woke up light-headed and my mouth was cotton-ball dry. The party the night before had been off the charts wild. Two very naked young nubile strippers lay beside me as I stared up at the ceiling fan that was spinning over the top of us. One of my naked bedmates had her hand draped across my leg and resting on my semi-hard cock and the other was laying spread eagle on her stomach beside me, her shaved pussy fully exposed....

I was dead sleep when I heard tapping on my apartment door. I glanced at the alarm clock and it read “3:15 AM” As I swung my feet out of bed, I wondered who in the heck would be knocking on my door at three in the morning. I had forgotten about Shannon, my neighbor, although I am not quite sure how I could have possibly forgotten that I had a stripper living close by. I looked in my peep hole and saw the top of her head a...

I saw her laying out at the apartment pool on her stomach. She had on a very skimpy and very revealing bikini, with the strings of her bikini top undone. She was super focused on her cell phone, so she did not see me approaching. I took up a lounging position on a pool-side chase lounge chair, about ten feet from her and proceeded to strip out of my shirt. She glanced in my direction, then quickly returned her attention t...

My name is Buck, and I was born and raised in Tuscaloosa, Alabama, as was my wife, Lyla. We met in high school and got married right after graduation. I started working for a plumbing company, while Lyla became a waitress. I took night classes and studied hard to obtain my plumber's license, and eventually passed my exams to become a master plumber. Our son, Jesse, was born when Lyla and I were twenty-one years old, and t...

“Go home, Charlie,” she said. “Your anniversary is coming up in a few weeks. If you want to stay together, get to work. Bring her to the club and all three of us will get off.” ---- Charlie got home earlier than usual. Alex was already home and settled on the sofa in the family room. She had a book in her hand, a drink on the table and a pot of chowder simmering on the stove. Charlie didn’t know that Alex had ended her af...