Here’s what happened ..

Yesterday I posted a reference to a very unusual strip club experience that reminded me of SJG. Heres the story.

25 was the first one to guess what happened correctly. I had a free front room makeout session. Here are the details.

Warning, this is one of those long John Smith stripper stories that I used to post. So if you’re feeling a particularly short attention span right now, it might be best to come back to this when you have more time on the toilet.

It’s a semi upscale club with usually hot women and high prices. Nude, no alcohol, Mary Jane is with me. This club seems to have been growing in mileage lately so I’m optimistic for my chances shopping for pussy tonight.

Sadly it looks like I’ve hit the club on an off night. The girls just aren’t that hot this night. I’m ready to overpay for sex, but there’s just no candidate. I try with a couple, we do lap dances, but the little head is just not feeling it. Wants desperately to get wet but we have high standards.

I’m considering calling it a night. Or perhaps going to another white girl club nearby. I’m leaning towards leaving for good when I spot her. Holy shit. The night just got interesting.

I won’t describe her cause if you’ve read my posts you know what I like. She is what I come for. The young one was late for her shift but it’s ok. John waited for her. She has a very sheer top on and nothing else. She is very hot. One tit (a natural B cup) is hanging out. The other is barely covered but dying to get out. The outline of her other breast is visible under the shirt. She has no bottoms on and her little slit is tantalizingly visible. And I wont be sure until she spreads her legs for me, but I see some skin down there that suggests big pussy lips. The little head is at full attention, striving to grow longer so he can get a closer look at her. He’ll see everything that he can handle of her soon enough. And I almost forgot the best part. She doesn’t look a day over 18. I don’t do DSes any more. But if I did this could easily be # 4.

She’s on stage next so I head to perv row. I throw $40-50 up over two songs. It was excessive cause I don’t seem to have any serious competition for her affections. But I’ve been here for nearly three hours and haven’t spent much more than the price of a few lap dances. Plus she is what I overpay for. Amazing sometimes how quickly the night can turn around.

After her stage set I return to my seat, sure she’ll be right over. So what happens? Of course she ...... heads straight to the dressing room where she’s gone for 20 minutes. It’s frustrating but I will soon learn what she was doing back there.

When she comes out she heads straight for my seat. Even at 18 she can spot the money.

This is when it gets strange. She is practically nude with the shirt barely hanging off her petite frame. She walks up to me, gets in my lap, and without saying a word she curls up in my arms. I naturally hug her back. There’s only one word for what we are doing. We are cuddling. I don’t know why, but we are snuggled closely like two lovers who haven’t seen each other for weeks, and she’s basically nude. Very weird, especially considering that I just met her and I don’t even know her fake name yet. We’ve barely said ten words to each other in our entire relationship.

We sit there cuddling for a few minutes. It’s been a long time since I cuddled an 18 year old nude beauty. I highly recommend it. I had the sense that she would have been happy to do this for a long time but the little head has other plans. He’s been standing up straight for a while now and hasn’t gotten a kiss or even a handshake for his trouble. So I give him what he wants.

I start to rub her body all over. It’s like she was asleep and this woke her up. Kind of. Very slowly she starts rubbing me back. The pace of rubbing picks up slowly over the next few minutes. After a few minutes while she is still in my arms we are rubbing each other all over. My fingers go deep inside her. And she shakes hands repeatedly with the little head. I’ve had many lap dances that weren’t this good. Damn. I kind of try to hide what we are doing because it’s out on the main floor but at a certain point Mary Jane took over. It was like I was 18 again in the back seat of my car with my first girlfriend. This is very similar except my 18 year old companion tonight is way way hotter than my girlfriend was in high school. And I’m a lot older.

Eventually we look each other in the face. Then she kisses me. I kiss back. We keep rubbing, and start kissing more frequently. I keep expecting a bouncer to come over and make us stop. I’ve never seen anything like this in the “front room” of a strip club. Hell it can be difficult to get this in the VIP. And I can’t believe that this girl is doing all of this for free. I made it clear at the stage that I would be willing to pay generously to be her boyfriend tonight. But nobody stops us. And she seems completely oblivious to the fact that we are making out, coming close to having sex, in the main room with 2-3 other dozen people there. And we aren’t in a dark corner, we are only a couple of rows back from the stage. We are making out in the front room. Nothing could have shocked me more.

I still don’t know her fake name, but if this goes on much longer I’m going to have a lapgasm. I don’t usually cum in my pants in a strip club. But I can’t help it. I’m making out with my ultimate sexual dream, and she shows no signs of slowing down until I’ve got sticky pants. I desperately want to pull my dick out but the big head manages to keep some minimal level of control. Surely that would get me kicked out even though we’ve gotten this far with no obvious issues.

I’m the one who eventually ended the makeout session. It was awesome but she was going to make me cum and I didn’t want to walk around with my underwear sticking to me. So we went to the back for fun. This is how I found out why she gave me the front room makeout session. Maybe you’ve guessed it. Once we were alone in the back it soon became clear that she was ducked up on some seriously very good drugs. I recognized the signs from having seen the DS tucked up like this dozens of times. I was too busy to clearly notice how high she was before but alone in the quiet it soon becomes obvious when I’m trying to talk to her. She is in another world.

This is what she was doing in the dressing room after her stage set — drugs.

So while I did have a front room makeout session, it wasn’t the romantic stoppid bullshit that the gravy slurping rapist advocates. It was just some very beautiful young nude woman tucked up on drugs and making out with a horny old guy. The old guy had a great time. So did she, at least until she came down.