The Strip - Max

29 / Released

When Ian arrived at The Strip that evening, he believed he would spend a couple hours watching a few performances while skillfully making it seem like he wasn't watching. A few rounds of beer and a plate of nachos or crispy chicken sliders would join him at his table. He had given up hope of having one of the girls stop by to chat. None had taken the time before (me included) so he didn't expect much would change and had no intension of spending an hour in a private room.

His hand felt clammy in mine as I guided Ian into room number five. He was a nervous, sweaty mess and, honestly, I wasn't much better. I began explaining the rules just before Gina arrived with our drinks. She confirmed that he accepted the charge on his credit card then gave me a side hug as she said, "Be nice to my girl."

"Oh, are you two???" he asked as his eyes darted between us.

"No," I replied. "She's just very protective. You're okay with the rules? You understand I have to start with a bit of a show."

"And no cameras!" Gina added before she left the room.

Ian nodded and sat himself on the sofa as I got the system working to play a song from one of my set lists. I moved slowly towards the dance pole, each of four steps timed perfectly with the blaring start of The Hills by The Weeknd. I slid into place and pressed my back against the cold metal then slid down into a squat as the lyrics began. My knees swayed side to side as the words "low-low" resonated through the air. I moved slowly, straightening my legs then curling my back up to a standing position, gently swaying as my hands roamed my body.

I stepped to my right and lifted my left arm over my shoulder to snag the pole with my hand. Another step back, then cross my right leg in front of the left. Switch hands as I move around behind the pole then another step to the left. I kept my chest and eyes directed at Ian while I circled the pole. As the song transitioned to the chorus, my body came alive and I attacked the pole.

I had always put everything I had into my full stage performances, but never invested much effort into the small ones that were a technicality of a private room visit. The clients weren't there for those mini-shows and would usually spend most of that time drinking and working their clothing off. Ian's eyes were fixed on me, not once straying towards his drink or showing the same disinterest as they did in the lounge. I put as much of myself into that one song show as I did an entire five song set, and he consumed every bit of it. I teased the hem of my skirt upward and briefly exposed my right breast but remained fully clothed by the end of the four-minute show.

I liked Ian. I liked how his eyes followed me, studying me and my movement. The look of desire that dominated his expression wasn't intimidating or threatening. As I stepped towards him, closing the gap between us with one slow sultry step flowing into the next, he remained seated on the sofa. I knew he was the perfect man to have in that room for my full return. I knew that I could walk out of there right then, but I didn't feel the urge or need. And, as much as I wanted him in that moment, there was something different. I didn't feel the desperation that would have me longing for him after we left the room. It was an odd but welcome void in my routine. He was a client. Nothing more.

I took his hands and coaxed Ian up from the sofa, then guided the fingers of his right hand to my left hip where a small zipper did the job of keeping my skirt tight around me. Each step in the process of stripping me naked followed my guidance. Lifting my shirt. Releasing the clasp of my bra. Sliding my panties down my legs. The action of each piece being removed, respecting my control. Performed at my command.

"Feel me!" I said as I placed Ian's hands on my chest.

His breath hitched as his hands settled against my breasts. For a brief moment he hesitated before setting his fingers into motion. A gentle squeeze was followed by soft caresses. His thumbs moved over my erect nipples, plucking them repeatedly. My body moved closer to his. I lifted myself on my toes enough to accommodate the difference in height, closing the space between us until nothing remained. My lips came to his. He drew back.