Opening my eyes, wondering who might be at the door, I realized that the pounding was coming from within my own skull, and I groan. Apparently I wasn't alone, because my groan was echoed by other voices. In shock, I look around and find three other women in my bed, one of them is This is too much for my extremely hung-over mind to fathom, and oblivion takes me.
I had agreed, mostly just to get them to quit pestering me. I mean, why should I go to a strip club and see a bunch of naked women that are out of my league, when I can just surf the web for porn and see a lot more action?
You might argue that seeing tits in person is better than digitally, but I have to admit I am rather shy, and from what I've been told, you can't jack off in the strip clubs. We arrive at the club, one of the few that will let in those under 21, but I have to wear a red band on my wrist to denote the fact that I am too young to drink. The place is pretty hopping with a cute brunette on the stage collecting her tips from her last dance. We end up having to take seats towards the back, but are still able to see the stage pretty well.
Amber please take the stage. She moves her hips to the music provocatively, and turns her back to us before bending over. She runs her hand slowly up her inner thigh as she stands upright. Turning back to the audience, I am surprised to see that she has undone the knot holding her shirt on, and she soon shrugs it off.
I am intrigued with how well she moves, and wonder how good she would be in bed. Despite these thoughts, I realize that I am not even hard. If I had been watching porn, I know I would have been at my full 8 inches, but there is just something about only watching a woman dance that doesn't turn me on.
The dance had continued while I'd been lost in thought, and I realize that Amber, or whatever her real name is, is down to just her panties. I am shocked and pleasantly surprised to see that her nipples are pierced. I love pierced nipples! This time my cock truly does begin to stir, and I watch with more interest.
She takes one of the guys sitting at the stage, and lets him thread a dollar through one of the rings. She keeps tugging on her nipple rings, and her eyes glaze over every time she does. I am not too naive to think this might all just be an act, but it still turns me on all the same.
Her panties come off, and I am just able to make out the glint of a clit piercing. The song ends too soon, and she is gone from the stage shortly after. I continue to watch other dancers, but none seem to compare to Amber.
I get my courage up, and pay for a private session with Amber. I had cleaned up big from my birthday, so had plenty of cash to blow. She smiles sweetly asking for my name. Maybe I should describe myself. I am 6 foot 1 inch, with a slightly athletic build.
I have brown hair and eyes, and a week's worth of growth for a goatee since school got out right before my birthday. I have been told that I am ruggedly good looking, if only I weren't too shy. I like that name. I had a boyfriend named John once, and he was great in bed! When we enter the room she tells me the rules. I am only allowed to touch were she directs my hands and nowhere else. I wanna touch this sexy woman. Her eyes light up seeing the bill I just laid out, and quickly steps around the plexi-glass.
I can't take it back now without seeming like a real prick, so I just say the first thing that comes to my mind. Now you just sit right there and enjoy yourself. She grabs my hands and places them on her hips. Her grinding is really beginning to get to me, and I start using my strength to grind her hips harder on me. A low moan escapes her lips, and she stands, stepping away from me. I don't want to end this dance too early. I am able to see her panties under her very short skirt, and am surprised to see a slight wet spot.
Was that from me or her? I don't dare look down at my crotch to find out. She sits back down in my lap, this time facing me, and my hands immediately go back to her hips, the one place I know I am allowed to touch.
Placing her hands behind my head, she pulls me down to her bra covered cleavage, and shakes her small tits against my cheeks. I can't help myself, and actually start licking and kissing between her breasts. She tastes like peppermint. She starts to slide her hips back and forth, really grinding against my pant covered groin. She grabs my wrists, and pulls my hands up along her back. After a few moments, she giggles. Especially women who have to do it behind their backs? My face feels like it is burning, but again, I don't think she notices because it is buried in her cleavage.
My hands roam up and down her back, as her bra falls between us. Without thought, I immediately latch onto her right nipple, and taste the metal of the ring. I didn't say you could do that," she admonishes as her hands go to the back of my head.
Instead of pushing me away though, she pulls me in tighter. Her gyrations are really beginning to get to me, and I can feel my orgasm coming, when her fingers dig into my scalp, and she begins convulsing and thrashing in my lap. A loud wail escapes her lips, and I groan as my sperm flood my underwear. We sit like that for a couple more moments, before she gets up, and surprises me with a passionate kiss to my lips.
I gladly respond, and even begin to feel a stirring down below, when she breaks it off. I haven't had that happen in a long time," she tells me. I believe her until we get back out to the main floor and I remember where I am and what she is.
Still I am in a rather good mood. My buddy, Rob, is the first to see me, and he rushes to me, a dreadfully serious look on his face. Come on, let's go! Geo, please take the stage. I know that name Rob groans, and I look back to him. Getting on stage is a 5'5" inch strawberry blonde bombshell. She has her bellybutton pierced, and as she turns around, I see some tribal tramp stamp on her back.
Even though I can't see her eyes at this distance, I know that they are a striking shade of green. We were trying to get you out of here, before she came back up on stage. Apparently she was in a long private dance while you were out here earlier. I haven't seen my sister for almost a year. Her and my parents got into a huge fight when she got that tattoo and she left.
Probably the hundred I just gave Amber. And now here she was, dropping her top for all to see. I had always known my sister was hot, but had never really considered her in a sexual way till now. This night is blown. I haven't seen my sister in more than a year. I have to talk to her. You go on without me. I'll take a cab if I can't talk her into giving me a ride.
By the time I get seated again, her dance is over. She begins to wind her way through the crowd, then stops as she spies me. I smile at her, but there is only fear in her beautiful green eyes. She rushes up to me, and demands, "What are you doing here? Do mom and dad know you are here? Mom would faint is she found out, and dad would kill me! You know how religious they are. What are YOU doing here? It pays the bills and school.
Everything is fine, Ron.