Amy loved strip clubs. She loved the seductiveness of an environment that was purely sexual. She loved the strippers bodies, their dancing, and the way that they played to the men who honestly felt that they had a chance of bedding one of them at the end of the evening.
Amy also loved taking Eric to these clubs. She enjoyed teasing him with her interest in the girls and flirting with them in a way that directed their interest towards him. She got a special kick out of watching him squirm when she would select an especially attractive woman and then pay her well to dance for him. Eric was always a little uncomfortable letting himself go and enjoying himself, even though Amy was giving him the green light to do so. She knew that if there was a guy that actually did have a good chance of bedding one of these girls, it was probably Eric.
On this particular Friday night, they found themselves back in the comfortable surroundings of Amy's favorite gentlemen's club. Having obtained their required cocktail minimum, they took a seat in front of stage two, where a beautiful brunette named Michelle with long straight hair and mile long legs was just beginning her set. She artfully spun and danced around her pole sporting a blue negligee and 5" spiked acrylic heels. She made teasing eye contact with the couple as they settled into their seats.
Before they were comfortable, a distinguished looking man of about forty-five soon took a seat in the unoccupied chair to Amy's left. He wore a very nice dark sport jacket and slacks, a crisp white dress shirt, black dress shoes and no tie.
"Good evening." The gentleman man said before introducing himself as John. "If you don't mind me saying so, you are much more attractive than any of these dancers."
Amy blushed a little at his comment before replying that he was very kind but that she doubted that.
"Hello, I'm Eric... Amy's husband," Eric interjected while offering John a handshake.
"Well I hope I did not offend with my comment," John answered, "I meant it as a compliment of course. It's not often that you see a woman of such obvious class and beauty enjoying the entertainment in a club such as this."
"No offense taken," Amy replied quickly while offering her hand, "You are very kind."
With that, the threesome turned their eyes toward the stage as the lovely dancer continued her set. After a few additional turns on the pole, she gracefully removed her bra and let it drop to the floor before turning to give a peek-a-boo tease with both hands clasped over her breasts. Even shielded with her hands, you could tell that they were incredible. John held up a twenty dollar bill and motioned her closer, which promoted Michelle's hands to be quickly removed.
Dropping to her knees, Michelle slowly sauntered over in feline-like fashion and allowed John to tuck the bill into her waistband, before crawling onward toward Amy. Amy held out a five dollar bill as Michelle sat up tall and straight in front of her. Michelle accepted her offering by using both hands to press her tits firmly together in a clamping fashion, before planting a very long kiss on Amy's lips and rising to return to her pole.
As Michelle leapt onto her pole and artfully inverted herself in gravity defying fashion, John's attention turned back to the couple.
"I'd pay a $1,000 to see you up there instead of her." John smiled.
"And I'd let you pay her $1,000 to get up there," Eric said with a laugh.
Amy blushed again before replying that there was no way she could do something like that, and that the club probably wouldn't allow it even if she wanted to.
"Well, maybe $2,000 would change your mind." John said flatly as he took Amy's hand and placed a roll of $100's into it.
While Amy sat with her mouth agape, John motioned one of the bouncers over and told him that the lovely lady would like to dance, while casually slipping him a $100 dollar bill. The bouncer nodded and walked away. Soon, the voice of the DJ resonated with the lineup changes for the various stages before crooning lowly "And now up on stage two, please give a warm welcome to our newest dancer in her maiden performance....Amy!"
Amy attempted to shrink into her chair, looking for a seam in the cushions that might just be large enough to hide her. Her two gentlemen stood up alongside her chair and each offered her a hand up. Summoning all of her courage, she accepted their assistance, rose from her seat and strolled confidently to the stage, accompanied by the scattered applause of the few patrons who realized that a customer was about to perform.
Amy gracefully ascended the stage steps one by one as she gazed out upon the room. Upon reaching the top, she marveled at the difference in perspective from her improved vantage point, while gliding across the stage toward the pole. Reaching out and feeling the cool smoothness of it in her hand, she took a slow turn while tipping back her head and allowing her long blonde hair to hang backward toward the floor.
Unbeknownst to Eric, Amy had taken a few pole dancing classes for fun once at their local health club. She had hoped to surprise him for a special occasion someday, but the opportunity had never presented itself... until now. Amy reached back in her memory, searching for the moves she needed while continuing to slowly turn on the pole until she was ready.
Stopping her motion with her backside facing Eric and John, Amy grasped the pole and looked back over her shoulder while using her free hand to slide her short black skirt up to reveal one of her butt cheeks. The 5" spikes of her black Louboutin heels elongated her legs and the red soles teased her customer's senses. Your average stripper doesn't wear $800 heels, she thought to herself.
Amy eased the other side of her dress up over her waist and exposed the view of her entire perfect ass with a hand on each hip. She swayed back and forth in rhythm with the music, her black G string still enticingly covering her vital areas. As the music picked up pace, she could hear the applause picking up as well.
Turning around, Amy observed that the empty chairs around her table were now filling in quickly. She eased herself over to the edge of the stage in front of Eric, turned her back to him and slowly crouched lower with her hands on her spread knees and her back straight, until she was low enough for him to unzip her dress for her. After he did so, she slowly rose and strolled back to her pole.
Amy grabbed the pole high with both hands and swayed her hips back and forth to the music. She continued on with this same motion as she slowly let her arms drop to her sides. With only her generous breasts able to resist gravity, her dress now lost its hold and fell from her body around her ankles. Amy regained her grasp on the pole and expertly stepped out of the dress before kicking it aside with her foot and turning back toward her audience.
Amy didn't expect to see nearly every customer from the other stages now gathered in standing room only fashion around hers. After an OMG moment to take it all in, she dropped to her knees and began a slow, seductive crawl around the perimeter of the stage as numerous hands tucked bills into her G string. She noticed that most of her contributors had a tendency to linger as long as they could for a quick feel of her hip or ass when she moved last them. The whole experience was quite exhilarating and Amy could feel the final bit of reservation now leaving her body. She loved this.
Upon reaching the far end of the stage, Amy rose to her feet and turned her back on the crowd once more before reaching around, unclasping her black lace bra and removing it. She gave a coy glance back over her right shoulder before rotating to face the crowd with her arms crossed over her breasts, her fingertips tucked teasingly under each armpit. Slowly she withdrew each arm until the just palms of her hands were all that remained to cover herself. And with that, she slid both slowly downward to each side of her groin to the roaring approval of the crowd.
Amy now danced around the pole and stage in alternating fashion. She pranced in her heels, crawled on her knees, and shook all of her various tools to maximize the money that was raining down onto her stage. As the music came to an end, the DJ bellowed his obligatory comment to "Put your hands together for Amy!" while Amy scooped up her tips and returned to the back of the stage to dress again.
After she was finished, Eric and John were waiting at the side of the stage and each extended a hand as they assisted her down the steps.