Popped into My Favorite Stripclub (Non-Cover Division) last (Tuesday) night because I was going around town after dropping off my scathing evaluations to the old test scoring place and I wanted to grab this week's City Pages, which was its annual best-of. When I popped in, ****a was there. Didn't have the dollars to give her money, so I told her I was leaving before she went onstage. She gave me a kiss and was cool with it, like she always has been.
For her calm demeanor all these years (I want to say I've seen her there for about a decade) alone I should recognize her as one of the best strippers I've ever met. And that's despite dancing quite clean. But that was until the night before my birthday. Turns out ****a can get down and dirty her damn self ... and that meant I got the best early birthday present ever!!!
She is a regular at *******a's parties, but these are ones where I normally eschew the 3-for-$100 dances behind this curtain in the lapdance room. ********a insists that her dances and dancers remain clean. That hasn't stopped me, however, from whipping out my dick, and despite the occasional tsk-tsk from ********a and the nonplussed (if not upset) looks from some of the strippers at the house party, I will continue to do it, partly because it turns me on, partly because it's a quick way to tell which dancers are not willing to get done and which ones are.
I swear, swear, that she was the former. She has seen my dick. In fact, she was the one who accidentally bit it when we had that LD at *******a's place a while back, to which she was kind of upset, if not violent. This time, to make it up to her, I caved in and finally agreed to go to the back. The plan was to unbutton my fly totally, and if it slips out, well, she then has a choice: She could totally flip out, which means I know once and for all where she stands, or ... she doesn't.
I was not happy that *******a was down in the basement too, giving an LD to a guy. In fact the curtained room was already occupied by someone, so ****a and I had to wait and talked to *******a until it was free. Even then I didn't think anything would happen; the curtain is only partially opaque, and I was not very happy that a guy might be able to see my junk, let alone anything that ****a could be doing with it.
Oh, well. I had that one chance. And after opening up my fly just a little more, ****a, in reverse cowgirl, slid up my pants and jostle my pee-pee free. This was the moment of truth, and I was bursting with such anticipation that I could feel my cock swell with blood.
And ****a? Without missing a beat, she grabbed it. Then she turned around, got on her knees, and started giving me a handjob. Then she put my hard dick in her cleavage and tittyfucked me. Finally, after looking over her shoulder and seeing that *******'s guy was focusing all his attention on her, she sucked my dick. Not fervently, and not for a long time, but I could tell her moist mouth wrapped around my tumescence.
I should delve into this further, but suffice it to say I came so hard and so fast and so freely that I felt like I recaptured my youth. It was a combination of things that made me burst -- that's the part I want to expand more on in a further blog post, but I am really tired and should go to bed now -- but one of the main reasons I responded so ... uh, passionately was because a woman who I thought was a "good girl" turned out to be anything but. And all the times she hit me with me hard and out wasn't because she didn't want me to expose myself, but because she wanted me to pay her $100 to do it -- to which she would do unspeakably awesome things to it!
*******a is holding another party tomorrow (Thursday), and sadly, ****a won't be there because she thinks she needs to be at My Favorite Stripclub (Non-Cover Edition) instead. In her place are the host and three other girls who I'm fairly sure don't get down and whore themselves like ****a did. But then again, I didn't think ****a would get down and whore herself, and she did. So I'm going Thursday. Wish me luck!
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