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Titus23

Kansas

I just got home from a trip to KC, and the experience is lingering. I wrote up the below. To help capture the experience, to understand it, I don't know. I just needed to write it, and I found this site. I hope this is an appropriate place to submit it. Thanks.

Friday night I went to a club in KC with a female friend. She hung out at a bar next door all night getting free drinks while I enjoyed the scenery. A few dancers came up asking if I wanted a dance, but I wasn't quite ready yet. I then had a dancer come up and ask if she could sit with me. She was beautiful, with platinum blonde hair, B cups (my favorite), and legs so long you could rappel down them, so of course, I said sure. She sat down, grabbed my hand, and just watched the stage. We sat this way, without a word between us besides introductions for about 10 minutes or so, with her moving my hands to various places on her body. She eventually leaned back against me, laying her head on my shoulder and mentioned that I was comfortable. My friend came back to find us, and the dancer asked her if I was allowed to have a dance.

Needless to say, I thoroughly enjoyed it, and ended up getting 3 songs before stopping. She talked to me throughout, coaching me on what she wanted me to do, helping me get more comfortable. It was full contact in every sense of the word. She was smiling and we were moving and the whole thing was amazing. I figured at the end of it, she would move on to the next guy. Instead, she came back to sit with me for a bit longer. It was 11:30 by now, and the place was filling up. She ended up getting called up on stage, so she pulled me up to the front row and sat me in a seat, telling me to enjoy the show.

I did as told and enjoyed every minute, tipping a total of five dollars by the end of the two songs. Probably not that much, but I don't know what right is, and I didn't have many ones on me (mostly had 20s). She came back out, and was grabbed up by a guy for a dance. I moved away from the stage and sat back in the crowd, turning down other dancers as they approached. This girl was good, and I was hooked. While watching one of the other dancers on stage, I felt someone massaging my neck. She was back.

She grabbed a chair, spun it around, and straddled it facing me. She grabbed my hands and put them on the chair back, crossing her arms over them and resting her chin as she stared at me. Her eyes were intoxicating, and her smile tantalizing. I guess I blushed or something, because she giggled and told me that she couldn't get over how cute I am. I'm not naive, I know this girl is after my cash, so I played along, telling her she wasn't too bad herself. She shivered, and told me about how cold it was on the stage. I asked her if she wanted to warm up, and we went in for round two.

We danced for another 3 songs before her name was called by the DJ. The dance was erotic, sensual, and everything it should be. We moved together, hands exploring each other, bodies swaying like old lovers in perfect rhythm. The DJ's call came too fast, and we parted again. I told her I'd see her after her dance. She came out on stage, and I noticed her constantly looking my way. I tipped the rest of my ones before she went back into the dressing room.
I couldn't wait for her to come back out so that I could be alone with her. This girl was really good at her job, and I didn't care. Unfortunately, my friend came back, and told me she wanted to go home. I ended up walking out the door without seeing my new favorite girl or getting to say goodbye. The 30 minute drive home went by in a flash as I spent the entire time thinking of the night I just had. I knew I had to go back.

The next day, Saturday, I hung out with my friend, watching football, shooting the shit, and just otherwise killing time. The day dragged on as I waited for night to fall so I could get back to the club. I was hooked. I pulled out $300 from the ATM and resolved to make some serious mistakes with my money. We picked up another female friend and the three of us got to the club at 11:30. The Chiefs had lost, so the place was packed with fans trying to forget. I saw her on the main stage as soon as I walked in.

She was just starting her second song, so I grabbed a chair and found an empty spot at the stage. She was spinning around the pole when she saw me. Her eyes watched me while she finished her trick, and then she moved over to me, giving me the best view in the house. I tipped her for the attention and she moved on to the others that had been waiting their turn. She eventually finished her set and went backstage. I kept watching, tipping each dancer (I'd planned ahead this time and brought plenty of ones). About 15 minutes later or so, I felt someone hug me from behind. There she was.

She had a huge smile, eyes dancing, as she told me she was so happy that I'd come back. I apologized for leaving without saying goodbye the night before, and she shook it off like it was nothing. She grabbed both my hands and pulled me towards the private room telling me to come dance with her. No need to ask me twice, she was the reason I was there and I had money with her name on it.

We danced for about 45-60 minutes. I lost track of time, and the music became dull as all I noticed was her. As we danced, I noticed her breathing change from steady and work-like to wild and frenzied. Either she's great at faking orgasms, or she actually had one. I didn't really care either way. She giggled and kept grinding on me, guiding my hand between her legs. Sure enough, she was soaked. She slowly moved us into the corner, using her body to block anyone from seeing anything as she started using her hands to touch me in all the right ways. She kept grinding and dancing, and it felt like it was never going to end. And then one of my friends came in and sat down next to us, interrupting the rhythm as she noticed it was me.

The mood was shattered, and my friend left after one dance. I apologized to my dance partner, but she said not to worry. I commented on how hot she was (heat wise, she was glistening with sweat), and she laughed, saying that no one's ever made her that hot before. That's a damn good line, I thought to myself. What happened next caught me by surprise. She told me she had lost track of the songs and had no idea how much I owed her. She told me to call it ten and she'd be happy. I know we were in there for at least 45 minutes, so I handed her $220 (10 dances plus a $20 for a tip). She had been wearing a very sexy, strappy top, and as she worked herself back into it (no easy feat), we started talking.

She'd been working there for only a few weeks and was saving for her daughter's future. Come to find out, her daughter is three, just like my son. As we talked about how great an age that is, and how the nonsense words are adorable, I helped her flip her top right-side out and helped her get her arms back in. She commented on my patience, and I mentioned it comes with my job. When I told her I'm in the military, she stopped everything, and became very serious. She held out her hand, and shook mine, saying thank you so much. Her dad, come to find out, was a Marine. We made some more small talk as she finished up putting on her top (like I said, no easy feat), and she asked me if I wanted her to come sit with me.

I told her of course I do, but that I know she has a job to do, and I don't want her missing out on anything because of me. She said not to worry and pulled me out to the main area with her. I offered to buy her a red bull, which she accepted after telling me she wished she was allowed to go get a shot with me next door. Instead, she brought us over to the main stage, and sat me down. She sat across my lap and we watched a couple dancers. I tipped each of them and eventually she leaned in and whispered to me to stay here. The other girls won't try to steal me away if I stay at the stage, she said. She moved behind me and massaged my neck and shoulders for a minute or two before going back to work.

I sat at the stage for a half hour or so, enjoying each dancer and tipping appropriately. As I got down to my last 10 ones, I moved away from the stage and sat back in the crowd. I watched a few more dancers before my favorite came walking by with another guy, headed towards the private area. She pushed him ahead of her and gave me a wink as she slipped behind the curtain. They were in and out in one song. She came and sat in front of me, pulling my arms across her stomach and leaning into my chest. We sat there for a few minutes, her hands massaging my fingers and the palms of my hands. I pulled a hand away and moved it to her shoulder, returning the massage from earlier.

As I rubbed her neck and shoulders, she leaned forward and pulled her hair around to the front, freeing up her back. I moved my hands across her shoulders and down her spine, rubbing her back as she pushed back into my hands. She eventually turned to me and grabbed my hand, pulling me to my feet. Follow me, she said as she led me into the private room. I told her I only had four more songs in the budget, but she just smiled.

As we waited for the current song to end, she slowly danced in front of me, teasing me with her gorgeous body. Right before the next song began, the DJ came on, calling her to the stage in two songs. She was visibly upset, so I told her not to worry. We would share one song and then I'd meet her by the main stage. She told me she was going to "least it," which she explained meant she was going to save her energy for me afterwards. Even though it was only one song, the same passion was there. As the song finished, I handed her a twenty and she pulled me close and whispered to me that I better not leave without seeing her again. I told her not to worry and she headed backstage.

The main stage was packed, so I sat just behind the front row on one of the couches. She came out looking gorgeous as always and slowly moved around the stage, letting everyone see her. Ones started falling all over the place, and she proceeded to give everyone their due. The guys in front of me dropped down a single, so I leaned forward and threw five more on the pile. As she writhed and rolled in front of these guys, her eyes remained locked on mine. The first song came to an end and she moved to the pole as the second began.

She slowly climbed up to the top, adjusting her shoes and gloves to make sure everything was just right before tumbling and flipping back down, barely stopping before she got to the floor. I added my last five ones to the growing stack and enjoyed the rest of her show. No sooner had she gone backstage, then my friends showed up, saying they wanted to go home. No way was I going to miss out on my goodbye again. I told them I had three songs left and would come get them from the bar when I was done.

After what felt like forever, she finally came back from behind the stage. She came up to me and grabbed both my hands, clasping them together against her chest. She explained that a guy had come up to her asking for one dance, and that she didn't want to lose a customer. She asked me if it was ok, and I said yes, but that my friends were anxious to leave. She told me she'd be right back and took the guy in for his dance. When she found me again, she told me that three more people had asked her for a dance.

I thought my time was never going to come, but she placed her hand on my cheek and said not to worry, I was up first. She just needed to go let these guys know. While waiting at the entrance to the private section, I watched as she left a group of 20-somethings and came half-running across the club back to me. She grabbed my hand and pulled me in after her. The place was packed and we could barely find a seat. She started right where we left off, giving me two amazing dances. As the third song came on, I told her this was my last one before I had to go.

Our last dance was mesmerizing. She ran her hands down my back and through my hair as we both cradled each other, grinding and touching each other. Too soon the music ended. I looked up into her eyes, not wanting to forget this incredible woman. A fourth song came on, and she looked down at me and whispered, just sit, don't worry. She danced, and time stopped. Our bodies swayed together, her hair draped across my face, our faces pressed close together as we enjoyed the last dance we would share for who knows how long.

As the music finally stopped, she slowly stepped off of me, her hands holding mine and pulling me up to stand in front of her. She slowly spun in front of me, pirouetting in my arms before stopping and pulling me into an embrace. I handed her my last $60 and told her I had to go. She led me out of the room and back to the main area. Turning, she pulled me into her arms, hugging me tightly. This was my last night in KC before I had to go back home, and she knew it. I leaned in to her ear, thanking her for her company, and telling her that she had given me something I had not had in a very long time. I kissed her cheek and she whispered back, that I too had given her something she's been missing. She thanked me for coming in, and told me to come back soon. She told me when I could find her again, and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I turned to walk away and felt her hand on my sleeve, tugging slightly. As I turned back, she smiled one last time, let go, and walked off to find another customer.

I sit here back at home, writing this and realizing that the whole weekend sounds like a dream. Maybe she was. But, when I went to do my laundry from the weekend, I could smell her as soon as I opened my suitcase. This was my first time going to a strip club. This was my first experience with a stripper. It will not be my last.