I dance at a club called the LA gentleman's club, we are not allowed to have sex with the clients and I was 100% clean of doing so until one night.
A man, going through a breakup, came in with his buddies, a basic story really.
I approached him at the bar, complimenting him.
His buddies abandoned him to attract the other ladies.
"I appreciate your offer, but I am not interested,"
"Awe, am I not hot enough to be your rebound." I ran my hand up his leg.
"Ah- uh- no thank you..." he blushed, he put some money on the bar paying for his drink and got up.
I sighed
"No luck?" Asked the bartender,
"Not much but I want that one." I growled standing up. I followed him as he reunited with his buddies who would peer pressure him. But I was cutting time close.
I needed to get on stage, I got into the back waltzing out, on stage locking eyes with him.
He looked uneasy, I felt bad for him really. I started my routine adding spice to it just for him.
It took him not even 5 seconds to get me after the dance,
"Uhm- I'm sorry for turning you down..." he muttered,
"You want a dance?" I rose a brow staring him down,
"Yes please, I grabbed him by the hand pulling him to the private rooms." I heard someone yell to him,
"Get it Mark!" I slid my door open,
"What's your name daddy?" I asked pulling him inside.
"Uh- M-Mark..." he stuttered I pretty much threw him on the couch pushing my back against the pole.
"Oh? Your friends where the ones screaming out there?" I grabbed the pole,
"Y-yeah..." he stumbled and stuttered,
"Don't be nervous...I'm here to please you." His eyes caught the neon 'no sex' sign on the wall.
He pointed to it.
"I'm aware of the rules, but I don't think you want to bring a stripper to your place, and you, Mark, are one of the finest men who has walked in here. I'm not letting that go." I grabbed his jaw sitting in his lap.
"What should I call you?" He asked
"You only getting a stage name, why bother?"
"Can I get your number?" His hands grasped my hips, I was at a loss of words from his new found boldness.
"Depends. How much you got down there?" I started grinding on him,
"More then enough," he bucked his hips up at me,
"And to make sure you call me, I'll make sure you follow the rules tonight." He pushed me back forcing me to stand.
"Dance, that's all I pay for." He rose a brow, his courage aroused me, I gave him the best performance I could muster. He palmed himself the whole way through.
"Nothing says you can't pull it out in here," I got in a lewd position.
"I don't want to, not here" he stared at the camera.
"Oh you better pay well." I scowled, he smirked leaning back admiring my moves, after 90 minutes of this hell my clock was up and my shift ended soon.
"Alright, Mark, that's the whole time," I stood up, his face was beat red,
"Longest a man has lasted in here with me..." I winked.
His hard on was calling him out,
"When is your shift up," he grabbed my arm,
"25 minutes." I looked him up and down,
"I'll wait..." he stared at my exposed chest.
"It's gonna end up being 40," I reminding him he nodded meeting up with his buddies who eyed me the whole time. Honestly I have never went home with someone, I have never fucked in the club. I've never danced for that long without the man finishing.
I was nervous, he made me want him, he made me need him. I gave one more dance to one of his buddies, before I left and hit my payment he stared me dead in the face.
"Mark is incredibly jealous right now," he smirked at me,
"Oh?" I took his money,
"If you go home with him he will destroy your guts." He walked out, my insides tingled.
