I [M] got a handy from a stripper [F] and a promise of more. | 2016

Here's what happened to lead up to this. Read that for the set up.

I walked into the strip club on Sunday afternoon not really knowing what to expect. As instructed, I was wearing shorts, but the rest of my outfit was intentionally as similar to that of the day before as possible. The same shoes, the same zip-up hoodie, a yellow polo shirt instead of an orange one. I even styled my hair exactly the same. I just wanted to make it as easy as possible for Heather to recognize me.

I found a seat at a table with good eyeliners to all the stages and watched as girl after girl performed. Just as I began to worry that my girl wasn't there, the DJ announced her stage name. Out she came, decked out in a schoolgirl outfit as "Hot for Teacher started playing. A white shirt tied in the middle exposing a red bra, a red plaid skirt, white thigh highs with little bows at the top, red thong, pigtails of course... She looked fucking hot.

She finished her dance, made her rounds around the stage collecting tips, and gave me a wink before disappearing backstage. When she came out, she rushed over to me to let me know there was one guy that had been waiting for a lapdance for a while and she'd be right over to talk to me. I got hit with that smile again so I didn't care. As she turned away, she pointed out that she was glad I was wearing shorts like her note had suggested.

Heather wasn't wearing the schoolgirl outfit anymore though. Now it was a sort of white lacy middriff top with a scoop neck and long sleeves, something like this, over a hot pink bra and black booty shorts that were yanked up just a bit inbetween her cheeks. She looked incredible, even in the cheesy black light that lit part of the club. Eventually Heather returned to me and we chatted for a few songs. She told me that after she got off work the night before, all she could think about was grinding on me. She casually asked me, since I'm tall, if everything was to proportion. I gave a modest response about how I've "got it where it counts" and "never had any complaints." She grinned at me. I figured now was as good a time as any to get things going, so I suggested we go back for a private dance. Heather said she had a better idea. She took my hand and led me to the back of the club. But instead of the usual door with the room full of chairs on the other side, she took me through the door just to the left of that one with a sign that said "VIP".

This was all new to me. Fortunately I planned for this though. I had brought some extra cash with me in case I needed it, and the VIP room apparently had its own separate cover charge. Thankfully that charge covered free drinks and completely private areas hidden by curtains. Heather introduced me to the bartender, a hot little number named Becky in a pseudo cowgirl get up, and asked me what "we" we're drinking. I said whiskey, and Becky poured us a couple glasses over ice. Heather took me back into a curtained area. Inside was a circular couch with a round table in the middle. We sat down and continued our chat from earlier about my "equipment". Heather got a lot more friendly than she was out on the club floor, using her manicured nails to trace lines up and down my arms and in circles on my knees. We talked about our sexual histories, crazy exes, fetishes and fantasies, anything at all really. I had my one leg up on the couch facing her when her hand started creeping from my knee, down my inner thigh and into the opening of my cargo shorts. She poked at the head of cock through my boxers and I asked her what she was doing. She told me not to worry, and that this was all part of the VIP treatment. I said ok and let her get back to work on my cock.

The next few minutes were just pure heaven as this beautiful woman sat in front of me while her wrist disappeared under my shorts and I felt squeezes and tugs and strokes that got me rock hard in a matter of seconds. She stared into my eyes and commanded me plainly to "take it out".

I clumsily unbuttoned and unzipped my shorts while Heather expertly removed her top and bra. She grabbed my dick with her right hand and stroked it slowly. Then she took my hand in her left and placed it on her bare breast, signaling that the rules as I knew them were straight out the window. I pulled her closer to me while she jerked me so I could better feel her. I grabbed at her hair, her tits, her ass, even giving her nipples a little pinch here and there. I still didn't have the balls to try for her pussy, but it didn't matter. I was approaching an orgasm and all I could think about was trying not to cum too quickly. It was useless though. The warmth was building and my breathing quickened. I warned her that I was getting close and Heather dropped to her knees on the floor in front of me, pointed my cock at her tits, and pumped me just a few more times until I blasted shot after shot of my hot cum on her bare skin.

I sat back and exhaled, realizing I had been holding my breath. Heather reached over to a shelf under the table, grabbing some cocktail napkins and wiped my semen off of her tits and stomach before it dropped down onto her shorts. Then she got back up on the couch next to me, kissed me on the cheek and thanked me! I don't know if this was the treatment she gave all her customers or if she had just taken a liking to me, but I was speechless.

We had a few more drinks after that, kept talking about anything and everything, and after a couple more traditional formal lapdances with this incredible specimen I decided to call it a night. Heather made me promise to come back and see her soon, which I intended to anyway. But in exchange for my promise, she made one to me. She promised that if I was there the following Saturday at 9 when her shift ended, I could give her a ride home.