“Well, here goes,” he thought as he padded the few hundred in cash he pulled out from an ATM a little earlier after he had nearly been fired for showing up late to a client presentation. Yeah, after today, some friendly attention would be just the thing, even if it meant shelling out some bills to get it.
Kyle knew his girlfriend Becca wouldn’t approve. He hadn’t been to a club since she had made it clear she wanted nothing to do with them. Though Becca was far from timid sexually, she had a weird hang-up about strip clubs. And even stranger, she refused to say why. She maintained liberal positions on sex and sex work—even granted him the occasional fling and had landed a memorable threesome with her best friend—but just personally had an issue on this one thing and wouldn’t budge. Oh well, across the country seems like a good, safe distance to indulge, he thought. It’s harmless, a she doesn’t need to know, right?
Kyle smoothed out the lapels of his grey suit. At 33, he was handsome, with close-cropped brown hair. He was just aging into his classic features, with crow's feet, a square jaw, and grey hair just at the temples. He still put enough time in at the gym to stay fit and muscular. Kyle stepped through the front door, dutifully paying his cover and nodding at the Bouncer’s admonition to “treat the girls right.”
The theater was mostly empty. Kyle took a seat up front, and, stack of bills in hand, enjoyed the shows, always tipping generously. He had to admit, the girls here were smoking hot, in that rocker-chick way he found so sexy.
***
Scarlet was bored, frustrated, and horny as hell. She sighed to herself as she reapplied her makeup in the mirror. Three hours into her shift and not a single good tipper, let alone a cute guy. Just a string of sleazy truckers and one douchy bro. Gross.
In general she liked her job, and was good at it. Even though her sister had tried on several occasions to talk her out of it and “settle down and get a real job,” which of course annoyed her to no end. She knew her sis was just jealous. She was having fun, and making good money while figuring out what she wanted to do. “Christ, I’m only 21,” she had just said to her in a recent conversation. “I’m not doing this forever.”
What she wouldn't admit to her sister was just how much she loved it. Loved the power she had over the guys, holding them in her sway, teasing them mercilessly but always holding them at bay. And when she found a cute one, it turned her on. A lot. Which was always something she had to be careful about—she had nearly had gotten herself in trouble over it more than a few times. Tonight it seemed she had nothing to worry about.
Scarlet stood up, and studied herself in the mirror. Her figure was textbook perfect for the job—DD breasts with perfectly taut, upturned nipples (perpetually hard), a tiny waist, and long legs. Her wavy brunette hair hung over her shoulders, streaks of pink and green adding a bit of an edge. Her skin was a flawless porcelain, and she had several tattoos up and down her arms, which the guys loved.
Jazmin, a tall, slender middle eastern girl came in the dressing room from off stage. Jazmin placed her hands over Scarlet’s shoulders, brushing her breasts over Scarlet’s back as she passed by. “You’re on honey,” Jazmin smiled with her pouty lips. God Scarlet loved those lips.
Scarlet leaned back into Jazmin, her pussy tingling at this bit of contact. “Of course,” Scarlet smiled back up, kissing Jazmin on the neck.
“Save it for the boys, sweetie,” Jazmin shot back playfully.
“Oh don’t worry, been way too long since I’ve been laid, I’m not running out of anything any time soon.”
“Is that right?” asked Jazmin. “Let’s see.”
Jazmin spun Scarlet around, making chest to chest contact. Jazmin casually brushed her hand over Scarlet’s panties, idly stroking her fingers over the now-wet fabric and tracing the outline of her pussy lips. Scarlet shuddered at her touch, letting a moan escape.
“Wow you’re not kidding,” teased Jazmin.
With her song starting, Scarlet pulled away. “You keep that up neither of us will make a dime,” Scarlet chided. Unable to resist, she gave Jazmin one long, hot kiss, then turned to walk out to the stage, ready to dance.
***
Kyle was fixated on the tall, pale, beautiful brunette dancing before him. Reminded him of Becca, in fact—same tits, he thought to himself. He was missing Becca a great deal at the moment, but she would no doubt be asleep on the east coast at this late hour and not available for phone sex. For now, the unbelievably hot dancer in front of him would have to stand in.
The dancer held his gaze as she moved, and Kyle could have sworn she was giving him a seductive fuck-me smile almost the entire time. Kyle’s cheeks flushed, and a sexual high came over him, quick and hard. Kyle was especially generous with his tipping, and he was rewarded in kind as the she pulled Kyle’s face sweetly into her hands, smiled, and pulled him into her deliciously soft breasts. Kyle moaned, and as she let him go, she smiled again, saying softly in his ear, “I’m Scarlet.”
Before he could stammer his name, she was done, crawling seductively around the stage to gather her bills. Holy god, that ass, round and pert…he couldn't stop staring. And the puffy, swollen lips of her pussy parting has she moved on hands and knees, all he wanted was to crawl over and run his tongue over them. He could swear they were slightly glistening with wetness, too.
Well aware of the cliché of the patron falling for the dancer who’s just working for tips, he couldn’t help it. He was crushing hard, and disappointed when she left the stage, but hopeful as she gave one more wink in his direction.
***
Scarlet pressed against the wall inside of the dressing room panting heavily, her chest flushed. Candi, a blonde bombshell, sat touching up her makeup, and looked over.
“What’s got into you?”
Unable to respond, Scarlet tripped back into her underwear and hurried out and into the ladies room to collect herself. She couldn't believe it. He didn't know about her, in fact. But she sure as hell knew about him, from the photos Becca had shared, from the long chats they had had on the phone about her “perfect man.” But Becca, not wanting to share too much too early with Kyle, told Scarlet she hadn't even mentioned to Kyle about her sister in Portland, let alone one that was taking her clothes off for money. Scarlet really knew the reason was that she was ashamed—the bitch.
God, he was hot, though, even hotter than in the pictures she had seen. And the way he looked at her gave her chills up and down. She felt oddly violated that this boy who could one day be her brother in law had seen her gyrating naked on stage—had his mouth on her tits! And at the same time she was turned on beyond belief by the very same fact. Scarlet slipped her hand down inside her panties, which were soaked through, fingering her clit, relishing the pleasure washing over her body. Damn, she was so wet, she could hear it as she worked her finger inside of her. She brought her other hand to her breasts, squeezing and stroking her hard nipples.
With quick and practiced motions she brought herself to a hot climax, doubling over at the waves of orgasm as she imagined doing all sorts of filthy things with Kyle. Kneeling down and sucking his cock (which was reportedly amazing—stupid braggy sisters), leaning over getting fucked by him from behind while he called her his dirty little sister slut, her mind was flooded with so many images.
She heard a pounding on the door. “C’mon I need to pee, you’ve been in there forever!” It was Raven, the self-proclaimed den mother of the Bad Girls Club. Dammit.
“Relax I’ll be right out!”
Scarlet caught her reflection in the mirror and made a pass at looking like she hadn’t just fingered herself like a dirty slut in the bathroom, fantasizing about a patron she could someday call her brother. “Fuck, get yourself together Scarlet,” she said to herself. “Deep breath.”
Now gathered and in a better state of mind, she left the bathroom, squeezing by Raven’s muscular frame as the “queen” rolled her eyes. “What were you doing in there, jerking off?” Raven said with a smirk.
“Yeah Raven, I’m just such a horny little bitch I can’t keep my hands off myself,” Scarlet said, hoping she had employed enough sarcasm to hide the fact that that was exactly a true statement.
Scarlet’s tension was relieved—temporarily. But this whole situation was just too deliciously hot to leave alone. She was going to have a good night tonight after all, she thought. Where’s Kyle?
***
Kyle felt a mixture of shame (C'mon! you've got a hot girlfriend just waiting for you to come home! This girl’s a stripper for Christ’s sake!) and crazy sexual energy he tried to rationalize in his favor (Surely she’d understand, being so far away and all…right?)
In any case, with a serious hardon to deal with, Kyle wasn't getting up anytime soon. The next dancer came on, a woman with straight jet-black hair, broader shoulders than he had, and an “I dare you to fuck with me” look that, while wasn't his thing, was still pretty hot. Still unsettled from his last encounter, Kyle tried to concentrate, but kept glancing around to see where Scarlet may have gone off to. He shifted restlessly through the next couple dances (a gorgeous long-haired, tight-bodied Asian girl, followed by an aggressively punk rock tease with pink hair—the place was nothing if not diverse), when he became aware of a presence next to him.
“See anything you like?”
Kyle’s heart jumped as he saw the beautiful Scarlet standing next to him, in her black bikini and wrapped up in an army jacket.
“ I've seen a few, but one that’s really got my attention,” he said as he held Scarlet’s gaze, his flirtatious confidence returning. “Two, maybe,” Kyle smiled.
“Sounds like someone might need something…special?” Scarlet replied. Was she looking flush? A bit…flustered?
“What did you have in mind?”
“Follow me.” Scarlet began walking away, swaying seductively to the private booths. Kyle couldn't help but follow, his erection leading the way.