As I walk into the dark strip bar my senses are assaulted. The guys look normal, but all the girls are in lingerie. The music is too loud to be enjoyable. It can take a few minutes to adjust your senses. The scent of perfume and cigarette smoke is strong. There are various types of strip bars, the type I prefer is where the girls keep their panties on and give lap dances. Looking around, I smile, this bar matches my preferences perfectly.
I walk to the bar and order a cola, I make it a rule never to drink, never to dull the experience with alcohol. Then I take a seat by the runway to enjoy the sights. The girl on the runway is petite and oriental, maybe Korean, and she is down to wearing a black lace thong. She is very skinny, almost like a boy, but I focus on watching her small breasts move as she dances. She moves down the runway to sit and spread her legs wide, teasing a dollar from a guy. Her legs are short but attractive. I stare at her startlingly narrow body from the side, at how her panties move as her legs spread, and at how the muscles in her arms flex as she leans back and they hold her chest and head off the runway. This is a different world, here I don't glance at a girl and then politely look away or at her face, here I indulge my eyes, I focus intently on what gives me pleasure.
The smell of perfume assaults me. "Hi, do you want a dance?" I turn to see a short blond in a schoolgirl outfit. Her blouse is unbuttoned and a lace white bra is visible as well as ample cleavage. Her plaid skirt is very short. My gaze slides up to her face, and she smiles.
"No, maybe later," I answer. It is far to early in my visit for me to even consider a lap dance. When the timing is right I go with the first dancer to ask, I never have favorites.
On the runway the petite oriental girl has departed and a girl named Lisa has been introduced. She is young and very tall, almost Amazon looking, with pale white skin and long brown hair. She is not the most graceful dancer, she seems a bit too athletic. I drink in her face and body with my eyes. Her face is concentrated, she is working to remember and execute her dance. She awkwardly slides off a spandex dress to reveal a matching blue panties and bra. Her panties are low cut, but not a thong. I focus on watching her tummy and hips. Her tummy pushes out just a bit and her hips have just a touch of fat on them. I was enjoying her girl-tummy when she had the spandex dress on and seeing it uncovered is just delightful. Her little bit of a paunch, rather than detracting from her charms, adds to my pleasure. Each dancer is different and beautiful, the viewer just has pick out which asset he likes. Her few pole moves look too far too energetic, I worry that the pole might not hold and she might get hurt. Lisa takes her bra off and drops it on the catwalk. I focus my gaze on her pale breasts. They are ample and clearly natural. Her athletic movements cause her breasts bounce energetically and sway enticingly. Her long hair brushes over and around them. She walks towards me and, noticing my interest, turns her back toward me and bends over. She wants a dollar from me. I smile as she slowly bends down, causing the fabric of her panties to stretch tightly across her rear. I watch as the seams of her panties dig into her flesh. The panties she is wearing are probably a size too small for her body. She sits and uses her hands to turn around and slide up to the edge of the catwalk in front of me. She is so close to me that I can feel her warmth and smell her feminine scent. Keeping her legs together she lifts them into the air. My gaze follows her feet and then slowly moves down her legs to gaze at her panties. With her legs closed I can only make out a hint of the outline of her covered pussy. She spreads her legs wide and I keep my focus on the crotch of her panties as they stretch. It is easy to make out the shape and gentle folds of her labia as her panties widen to keep it covered. I lift a dollar and, keeping her legs wide, she uses a hand to lift one side of her panties. She purposefully pulls the material down a bit so that I get a glimpse of her pubic hair as I gently place the dollar. I smile and she moves on, focused on gaining more dollars from the other guys surrounding the catwalk before her dance time runs out. The smell of her perfume fades.
I have to "adjust" myself in my pants. This is like a siren song and I have to turn down several more offers for lap dances.
The next dancer is Tayna, she is tall with dark black skin. She dances with energy and grace. She is wearing a skimpy maroon sundress that sways with her hips. Her breasts look too large for her hips, they probably are not natural, but they are enjoyable to watch as she dances. They are too big for the dress she is wearing and they strain against its material as she bounces. Tayna gracefully slides the sundress over her head to reveal a white bra and thong. They seem to glow against her black skin. She soon removes her bra, clearly aware of her audience's focus, and her breasts emerge large and beautiful. Her dark nipples are prominent and her aureole diameter is a bigger than most girls I've seen with breasts her size. Noting my attention she comes over to me. She wants a dollar. She squats and spreads her knees in front of me. I watch her white panties bunch around the folds of her labia. I shake my head and smile pointing at her chest with my dollar. She kneels and leans forward grabbing a breast in each hand. I place my dollar between her breasts and she squeezes them together to hold it as she stands up and moves away. Her warmth fades. I focus on how her thong delightfully frames her hips and rear as she moves away from me. How her strong legs emerge from her panties and how the muscles in her legs flex as she moves. She collects several more dollars before her song ends.