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New Jersey

This would have been about eight years ago, in a well-known Philadelphia topless club. The club in question is about 90% WOC, and in particular has a succession of college-age spinners who I presume are working their way through school for a few years before moving on to real jobs. The girl - Jazmine - was 22, about 5'7", slender, B-cup breasts, tight ass, shoulder-length wavy locks, adorable smile. She came on to the lower bar stage to perform and hit the pole with impressive athletic energy. Except within about three sharp tugs, the whole thing gave way from the ceiling! Never seen anything like it before in a club. Metal and plaster everywhere, the poor girl thrown to the floor. Obviously not mounted safely. So she comes off stage, obviously shaken. We'd chatted a bit before and Jazmine immediately heads over to me. She is traumatized by the whole thing. Needs a long cuddle, a really loving long hug to recover her composure and stop trembling. After a while she starts to feel better and thanks me.

Now I admit that I've found all this pretty arousing; she's wearing a strappy bikini top and G-string and while I'm hugging her warm tight body against mine I can feel myself getting hard. So we start canoodling and whispering dirty things to one another and eventually we head over to the $20 VIP area. This is open in theory but pretty private when there's no-one else back there, so she's got her bikini top off quickly and I'm sucking her delicious nipples and thrusting my hand inside her panties. I can feel her getting wet and she's quietly moaning and then suddenly she shudders. She smiles and says to me that she's never climaxed with a client before. I have no idea if this is actually true and - what the hell - right at that moment I don't particularly care; it's true enough for me. So I suggest that we transfer over to the $30 booths where we can get some genuine privacy.

Once we're in premium booth she strips off bra and panties and sinks down to her knees, tugging at my now-groaning cock with her lips. She gives me a long and luscious blow job, my hands gently grasping each side of her head to thrust her forward and backward. Once I come she smiles and stands up, whereupon I start multitasking - fingering her clit with one hand, squeezing her right buttock check with the other, and sucking on each of her delicious tits. It doesn't take long for her to shudder to climax again, whereupon we clean up and head back to the bar.

We repeated the performance once again a couple of weeks later but that was where I had to leave it as I was out of town for business for a long period afterwards. I never saw her in the club again. I sometimes wonder what happened to her and whether she's doing ok; I hope so. I hope they fixed that damn pole properly too.