Quiet Night Leads to Private Fun

This was actually the second strip club I had visited since starting this hobby. I went on a Monday night around 10:30-11 and the place was pretty dead. From the outside it looked like nothing more than a warehouse. Walked right through and there wasn't much of a selection of dancers. Server came up to me quickly which was really nice. I waited a couple of minutes enjoying the dancers on stage and it was a nice change to be given that time. I say this, because places like the Brass Rail have girls that come on REALLY STRONGLY. They don't really give a guy some time on his own.

A couple of minutes pass and a blonde wearing pink comes up to me. She introduces herself and says seductively "Do you get dirty?". I was pretty pent up that week so I shook my head like a kid at a candy store. Now, you should note, that I wasn't fully aware of this club's reputation. I heard of these infamous backroom dealings, but for some reason, I wasn't expecting it; maybe I was just being naive.

We choose to sit down on one of the chairs next to some other dancer-patron couples. It was really dimly lit. The stripper sits on my lap and says