The story begins with a trip to
Michigan to attend a
wedding. It's
Friday night.
Bachelors party.
Saturday is the
wedding. I
depart with the rest of the
boys not knowing where exactly
we're heading.
I should have guessed however, even though it
was mentioned earlier in the day that we would not be going to a
titty bar.
And off to a gentlemen's club we went.
Mind you I've never been to a titty bar before, so I was looking for
forward to it. Very curious about me being in such an high class
establishment.
So we pulled up to what would be the first of two clubs we would visit
that evening. We entered, paid the entrance fee and walked to a
table. The girls were walking the catwalk, some only in a thong and
some with their skimpy outfits which would soon slide off their
bodies. And I watched. Some were attractive, some were not. Some did
nothing to me and some got a little interest. Saw lots of
boobies :) But it eventually got boring so we moved on to
another club.
The second club was more interesting. It was larger. The bar actually
had a winding runway for the dancers to walk in front of the
patrons. We entered and immediately went to the balcony where the
comfy chairs were. Many a lap dances were in progress. We leaned over
the railing and watched. There was a car suspended near the
ceiling.
Eventually one of the dancers walked over to me and started bumping against
me. I found myself bumping back playfully, teasing her back
(not that I needed to do that). She asked if I wanted a dance. And I
... turned it down! She walked off with a poutty face. I wasn't
prepared to say yes at that very second. I don't know what I was
thinking. One of the guys leaned over. "Not your type?" Well, she
was pretty and was topless, of course she was my type! "Um, dunno." I
said and started regretting it immediately. A few patient minutes
later another one walked by and tugged on my pony tail. She asked if
I was a musician.
"Computer programmer."
"That was my second guess" she responded. Of course I thought.
"I did some programming for a while. What language?"
"Perl." She didn't recognize it.
"Would you like a dance?"
At that moment, someone handed me a 20 and I
immediately said yes. I followed her and told her that
this was my first time.
"Don't worry I'll take it easy. Sit down here".
She was really really cute btw. And had very cute little
breasts. And she was also being very sweet.
So I sat. She laid across on me with her head to my left. And she
started talking.
"What do you do?"
"Web development"
"I took some C++ a while back. Too confusing so I'm doing law right now."
"Oh? What year?"
"I'll be graduating in May. Where are you from?"
"Boston"
"I wanted to attend Boston College but it was too expensive. Ok let's get started."
She got up and took the 20, "So what are my limits?"
"Can't touch the breasts and crotch."
And she started her dance. Sliding
over me, with her breast over my face when she moved up. What can I
say, I was, umm, immediately in heaven. She was gentle and
soft. I started caressing her legs and sides. She moved to different
positions, lying on me, face down and face up. She gently massaged
me with her leg. At one point she got up and sat down with her back to
me and started humping. Humping hard. And she went back to the
more gentle acts from before. She was soft and beautiful. And
it was over too soon. She laid back across me one last time
"Hope you liked it."
"Yes I did. Thank you." I said with a smile. She smiled
back and seemed to appreciate it. It was her job but she
was being very sweet. I remembered that smile for the rest of the
night.
I joined the other guys, with a satisfied grin on my
face. I wanted one more. Just one more for the night. I kept
watching the dancers below. The suspended car was lowered
and 2 dancers got on it and started playing. Some suggestive and some
explicit lesbian acts. Eventually another dancer came by. Yes I said
again. This dancer pretty much wanted to
get the job done. It was like 15 minutes before closing
time. She danced her sensual dance, sliding, and caressing. I in turn
caressing her legs, ass an back. She was caressing her breast and
nipple against my goatee. She was a little stronger in her dance. In
fact I was getting very close to coming but managed to hold back. The
dance ended but it was near closing time so she offered a second
dance. I took it. The dance continued. Some more minutes of a hot
female body against me. At one point I had my eyes closed. And then
opened to find a breast in front of my face. And it ended.
I got back to the guys and we headed for the stairs. On the way I saw
the first lap dancer walking the opposite direction,
she smiled and waved. I waved back.
"No, we can't tell them where we were" "Ok" We finished the pizza
slices at the restaurant and finally headed home.
I had lap dances tonight and for some reason wanted to
tell my friends about it. Instead I ended up lying and saying nothing
happened. I don't think I fooled them though. The next day at the
wedding reception the word got out and I was renamed lapdancemonkey :)
Even on the trip back to
Boston Sunday night, I was still thinking of the first dancer. I was trying to figure out how
sincere her sweetness was. It may well have been sincere, towards someone getting his first lapdance. But then again, I did encountered her at her place of employment.
I'd like to think it was sincere.
Looking for something real in a titty bar.