The Stripper Slide

I walked into the strip joint, just wanting to kill some time before business appointments. To my surprise, a totally naked young nubile stood at the front lobby desk just inside the double wooden doors that lead to the erotic lair. I walked up to the desk to pay the six -dollar cover charge. The young door lady took my twenty-dollar bill. I patiently waited as she counted out my change, the very thin and very good-looking young dancer standing in silence next to me in her elevated see-through stilettos. She smelled so nice.I turned to walk into the club. The dancer slipped her arm undermine.“Would you like some company?” she asked.“Sure,” I replied.I had been in the club before, but it had been a few years. Instead of walking me into the main door, the dancer escorted me towards a set of stairs that lead to an upstairs potion of the club.“I don’t have the funds for VIP,” I whispered.“Never çankaya escort mind,” she replied, walking rather briskly towards the stairs, “Come on, before someone notices.”We ascended the stairs to the second floor of the small club. From the looks of things, we had the entire second floor area to ourselves. She escorted me to a small dark alcove and motioned for me to take a seat, as she repositioned high backed chairs in front of us, to block the view of anyone who might happen upstairs.“Are you a party gal?” I asked, “Party” being the optimum code word to indicate the level of service I might want.She placed a lone finger over my lips.“Don’t talk,” she said, as she looked over the high back chairs and across the club.I did as she instructed, waiting to find out just how much fun she was going to offer. She stood about five foot and rus escort a few inches tall, and had long curvy blonde hair that cascaded across her shoulders and down to the middle of her back. Her breasts were obviously enhanced. She was height to weight proportionate and although a little on the thin side, I wasn’t going to complain. On a scale of one to ten, with ten being the best, she was a good ten pointer- the type of stripper guys dream about. She also smelled intoxicatingly wonderful.She placed her hands on my knees and leaned in close to where I sat in silence.“Relax,” she whispered, as she rubbed her cheek against mine. She pushed her way between my legs and then launched herself on to my lap, her knees astraddle my waist, her luscious enhanced breasts pressing against my face. She took my hands and brought then up to her breasts. Her nipples were eryaman escort strong and erect. She placed her hands on my shoulders and arched her back, then leaned in against me and whispered into my ear“Let’s party.”“How much?” I inquired.Once again, she placed her finger across my lips.“Don’t talk,” she instructed.Damn. Usually, most strippers I had ever encountered wanted to get the pricing for lap dances, or private parties out of the way up front. I was very limited in funds and said as much.Again, she placed her finger over my mouth, this time more forcfully and said, “Don’t talk!”She slipped off my lap and slowly pirouetted in front of me. She spread her butt checks with her fingers and I could easily see her entire womanhood unfolding in front of me. She slipped a finger into her pussy and slowly moved it around, as she peered back at me to gage my reaction. I nodded my head to approve of her show. She backed her naked ass up to my lap and proceeded to grind it against me.She raised up just enough to reach behind herself and feel for the very obvious bulge that had formed in my trousers. She turned and proffered a wink and a silent smile.