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georgmicrodong

Just a fat, creepy old pervert.

At one local club, I've discovered that at a particular spot at the bar, if the inner door to the girls' dressing room is open, you can see the girls getting ready in front of the mirror. It's a narrow view, at an angle, not straight on, but it's generally enough to see one girl's entire body. The girls are often completely naked in front of that mirror.

Last night, I was sitting at this spot when a girl, I'll call her Kay, whom I've known for a while, and have visited at several clubs in the area, entered the club and sat down next to me. She's a tiny little thing, about 26 years old now, if I'm not mistaken, a real spinner, but not rail thin skinny, with perky boobs just the right size for her frame, and an ass you could bounce a silver dollar off of.

While she's always let me play with her breasts, and teased *around* her pussy, she's never let me get my fingers wet, or played with the micro dong, even outside the pants. She's adamantly refused to suck or fuck, inside or outside the club. She's never revealed much about her personal life, so I don't know if that's because I'm a fat, ugly old man, or because of kids or a boyfriend/girlfriend, or just your average, everyday, albeit increasingly uncommon, "no fuck" stripper. She was up front about it from the beginning, though, and she's cute as hell, so I still visit her more than occasionally.

We spoke for a few minutes, and she noted my distraction. She asked what I was looking at, so I showed her.

"You pervert," she said, "all the girls out here, and you're peeping on the dressing room?"

"No nudity out here," I said, pointedly.

She laughed, and said "You're still a pervert. Wanna get a dance and grope me when I come out?" (I *did* say I've known her for a while.)

"Sure."

And off she goes to the dressing room.

Within a couple of minutes, I saw her figure framed in the opening. She started brushing her hair, then looked out at me. She finished brushing, and sent another glance my way, and started getting undressed. Slowly, she took off her jeans, sliding them over her ass and legs. Then she unbuttoned her shirt an slid it off. She stood there for a minute, clad only in lacy matching panties and bra, turning this way and that, looking at her body in the mirror.

With another look out the door at me, she reached back to unhook the bra clasp, arching her back to reach. She slid the straps down off her shoulders, and then cupped her hands over her breasts. Looking straight out at me the while, she slowly slid her hands, and the bra they were holding, down until her pretty little B cups, and their pretty, pink nipples, were completely exposed. Turning away, she hook her thumbs into the waist band of her panties, she pulled those down as well.

Now completely naked in front of the mirror, she began to lotion up her body, rubbing her hands up and down her arms, her neck, then her chest. She wasn't just rubbing the lotion in, she was playing with her breasts, squeezing them in her hands, and pressing them together. She ran her hands down her sides, legs and ass, spreading the lotion everywhere she could reach. Then she reached down and made as if to fluff up the little patch of hair she keeps.

Then I saw Kay say something to one of the other girls in the back, and hand her the lotion bottle. The other girl starting lotioning Kay's back, while Kay leaned forward to support herself on the counter that was apparently there, out of sight. Kay closed her eyes, and let the other girl work, only once turning her head slightly to look at me past her hair.

She then proceeded to slip into her outfit for the night, a half bra that barely covered her nipples, with a thin white crop-top over it, a tiny little thong, along with a pair of boy shorts that didn't cover even half of her little bubble butt, and disappeared from view with her bag, presumably to lock it up.

A few minutes later, she came out and sat next to me at the bar, with a satisfied little smile on her face.

"So, did the pervert get a good view?"

"Very good. Thanks. Ready to give me those dances now?

"'Dances'? And what if I don't want to do more than one?"

"I've already paid for them," I said with the most evil grin I could muster, as the bartender came back with my change and her ticket, "three songs."

I took her hand and led her back to the slightly more secluded section of the club where the longer dances are done. Not private by any means, but darker, and the booths are angled such that it's not easy to see what's going on from the main area. Not impossible, just not easy, and the DJ can still keep an eye on things if he so chooses. She was starting to actually get a little nervous as I sat down and pulled her down into my lap.

"You don't think that you're going to get away with giving me just one little dance after that little demonstration, do you?"