As far as my wife knew, I was at a bar somewhere having a drink, catching a ballgame, and taking a break from what had been a hectic family reunion. For the most part, that was true. I had a cold beer in my hand and there was a baseball game on a static plagued television in the corner. What she did not know was I ended up at a gentlemen's club on the outskirts of this resort town. This club was no must-see destination, but it was better than hanging with the in-laws. The interior was outdated and in need of replacement. My leather chair was one of the few that was not split or chipping. The stage showed signs of warping and background mirror was shattered in one spot. On the floor was a carpet that looked to have been installed in the late 80s with oddball, neon shapes that glowed as it reflected the black lights.
The club was dark, but I felt like I stuck out like a sore thumb in my seat towards the back. It was early evening on a Tuesday and I was one of maybe six customers. I was dressed like a stereotypical tourist with a bright, button-down shirt tucked into my pleated shorts. The other customers were all older men with a rustic look to them. From their demeanor and familiarity with the dancers, they all seemed to be regulars. Each of them had a dancer at their table, leaving me with only the company of my beer. I was fine with that.
This early there were only five dancers in the rotation. None of which really caught my attention. For lack of better words, they all seemed to be seasoned professionals. Their performances on stage were not really dancing, but better described as laps around the pole. I couldn't blame them for their uninspired efforts, the regulars were not too generous with their tips. I was fine being a wallflower in this club. Like I said, it was better than hanging with the in-laws.
I was nearing the bottom of my second beer. With the atmosphere of the club showing no signs of changing anytime soon, I was ready to head back to the condo once I was finished. After my final swig, I made my way up to the bar to tab out for the night. Before I could get the bartender's attention, the door to the dancer's changing room opened and a new girl hit the floor. She immediately caught my eye and stood out amongst the other women dancing. She honestly would stand out in most clubs. The dancer made her way to the bar where she was handed a drink. She turned to me and flashed a wide smile. I'm a tall guy at 6'3". Standing next to me in her heels, she stood eye to eye with me. She had a tight, curvy, amazon-type figure with wide hips highlighted by a round, voluptuous rear. Her legs were long and defined, and up top she boasted a broad, busty chest. On this night she wore a tight-fitting, black club dress that hugged her curves. The fabric barely covered her backside. From underneath, the strings of her gear hung out. Her brown hair was straightened and cut right below her shoulders.
"Do you have a table?" the dancer asked me as after taking a sip her drink, "I'd love to sit with you."
Rather than closing my tab, I motioned for the bartender to grab me another round. As I got my drink, she took my arm and I escorted her to where I was sitting. I took my original seat while she slid up her chair right against mine. Her hand rested on my forearm. For a few moments, there was silence between us as we watched the stage show.
"My name is Elise." the dancer said breaking the silence, "This is your first time here, isn't it?"
"What gave me away?" I asked expecting her to comment on my bright shirt which was reacting to the black lights.
"You're a lot younger than most of the guys we get in here," Elise answered.
"Well I'll just say I'm closer to forty than twenty these days," I chuckled.
Elise and I bantered for a while as the rotation continued. Her hand remained on my forearm slowly rubbing up and down. Though I appreciated the attention, I knew her endgame. This was far from my first trip to a club like this and I knew Elise's job was to sell dances. Even before I entered the club, my mind was set that I was not going to partake in a lap dance. Though Elise with her soft touch was enticing, my wife has a nose of a bloodhound and she would instantly know if someone else was climbing all over me.
"Up next, please welcome, Elise." the DJ announced over the speakers.
Elise slowly stood up from her chair and turned towards me. She did not break her touch as her fingers slid down my arm and took my hand. She pulled me up, put her free hand in the fold of my back and pointed towards the stage.
"I want you to sit right up front," Elise said, "and you will be begging me for a dance afterward."
I could not help but chuckle, but I did as told. I took a seat to the side of the stage. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Elise walk up the steps to the stage and stood right in the center. There was a lull of silence, but when the music kicked in, Elise effortlessly pulled off her little, black dress revealing a tiny, fluorescent, pink bikini with green trim. With a quick, agile move, Elise whipped high around the pole, spinning around until she slid to the floor. Within seconds, the regulars in the club pulled up their seats against the main stage. From her prone position, Elise seductively crawled over to me. She reached the edge of the stage and stood up on her knees. Her arms reached behind her back and she tugged on the strings of her top. It fell to the stage revealing her round, natural D-cups. I held up a dollar to tip and Elise cupped her tits. With a swift motion, she leaned in and squeezed her tits around my hand. My finger tips grazed the soft, warm skin of her breasts barely giving me a feel. As she pulled away, snatching the dollar, I immediately wanted another feel. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see the regulars to my right lining up dollar bills. Elise was obliged to give them some attention.
Elise stood up on her heels and strutted towards the other customers. Despite the catcalls and dollars falling at her feet, I could tell Elise was not giving them much thought. She whipped her hair and teased her pussy over her bikini bottom. The song picked up the tempo and her dance moves started to match the beat. She shook her tits and jiggled her ass. The regulars loved it. A steady stream of tips fell to the stage. Elise matched the intensity until the song came to an abrupt stop. She dropped down to her knees as the last note hit.
"Song number two coming your way." the DJ called out, "Keep up the love for Elise."
The second song was much slower. Elise was across the stage from me, but I knew her focus was on me. She turned her head slightly and glanced at me out of the corner of her eye. Though she faced away from me, I now had the best view in the house as Elise started to flex her ass. She had amazing control of her muscles. Following the melody and matching the beat, each cheek moved as if they had a mind of its own but worked in sync. When I thought my view could not get any better, Elise tugged on the strings of her bottoms and the fabric dropped to the floor. She continued to twerk and by this point, I was entranced. Along with the other customers, I tossed a fistful of singles in her direction.
Elise popped up and took the pole once again. Unlike the previous song, Elise's pole moves were less active. She worked the pole more like a figure model. With her slow, gel like motions, I along with the other customers were able to take in her erotic beauty. I could not look away from her tight, curvy, hourglass figure. Her tiny, brown nipples stood erect. She teased and pinched them as she bit her lower lip. I could tell she was getting as much pleasure out of this dance as we were. Her hands ran from her breasts, down her curves, and through her trimmed pubes shaped into a wide 'V'. With her middle and index finger, she spread her labia along with her legs. As her legs parted, she started to lower to the ground. With the pole at her back, she got lower and lower until her back was flat on the stage. Once again to the slow-moving beat of the music, Elise humped the air giving us another angle of her assets downstairs. I did not want this show to end, but the music slowly faded out.
"Give it up for Elise," the DJ said resulting in applause from the regulars.
Elise rolled over and once again broke into a crawl. She made her way around the stage on her hands and knees collecting all the tips she earned. She thanked each guy as she passed them by. I was the last stop on her lap around the stage. She scooped up the last of the dollars and her discarded bikini.
"Stay put," Elise whispered so only I could hear.
Elise popped up and left the stage as the next dancer appeared. I moved back to my original seat and watched Elise return to the changing room. I took a long swig of my beer and watched the next dancer. There was no way she could match Elise's previous performance. I could not get the images of her moves out of my head.
"So how about that dance?" Elise asked taking her seat next to me a few moments later.