The Teasing Game

Strange Strippers

Harry's POV

The loud thumping of the club vibrated against my feet as I stepped foot into the hot atmosphere. Stages set up everywhere, tables scattered all around. Drunk old men, bored businessmen, cheating husbands, bachelors and simply horny men made up the crowd of this place.

Welcome to Fantasy Strip Club.

Wow, what an original name, right? But they were right, it was appropriate to name this place 'Fantasy'. Because everyone who came here was granted their own wish and fantasy. I strolled over to the bar and ordered a beer, the bartender dressed in a French maid costume, only covering up her front while her backside was completely exposed, except for a thin string that was tied in a knot that secured her black and white colored apron. I leaned against the cool marble bar and glanced around. Lights strobing the place while hoots of various men echoed around the place as music pulsed around the area. Suddenly, the clock on top of the bar rung loudly, similar to the one for boxing. Strippers did their last stunt, showcasing their lady parts to dirty old men that hungrily shoved bills into their thongs and bras. All four strippers blew a synchronized kiss before they slunk away behind the red velvet curtains that separated the outside from backstage. All of a sudden, alarms sounded throughout the strip club and red flashes went on and off.

What the hell was happening?

A large crowd was forming around the biggest stage, hoots and jeers becoming louder than the former performances. Excited whispers spread through the club and I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. The bartender seemed to notice and walked to me, the bar empty since everyone went off to the biggest stage.

"You a first timer 'round here?" She asked, her thick Texan accent evident through her gum-filled mouth.

"Er, yeah." I replied, trying to keep my eyes on hers as her breasts bulged out of the skin tight costume. I realized that the black fabric was made of leather, and the white was made of see-through lace.

"Ah, that explains the confused look. And the fact that you're not over there along with everyone else in this place." She said, chewing her gum loudly.

"Why? What's over there?" I asked cluelessly.

"Not what... Who." She replied, grabbing multiple emptied shot glasses nearby. "The Teaser/Pleaser is performing."

"Who? The Teaser slash Pleaser?" I prodded.

"Yes, The Teaser slash Pleaser. She's the best stripper in this club. And this club is the best in London. So you could say she's the best stripper in London. As for the slash part... She plays two roles. She's either The Teaser- teasing everyone slowly, or The Pleaser- giving in to all of what they want and being the best goddamned stripper she is." She said, already placing out new shot glasses for later.

"Oh." I said, nodding my head. I took a sip of my beer as she walked away.

The lights flashed more wildly than before, and the shouts of horny men getting louder than ever. The music beat getting louder and faster as an announcer's voice spoke throughout the club.

"Gentlemen, we now present The Teaser." The deep voice rumbled throughout the place, and the cheers and hoots of men became deafening. The music slowly transitioned from a heavy beat to a slow, jazzy tune.

"Yeah!"

"Come out already!"

"Let's get it on!"

"Show yourself, baby!"

The curtain opened slowly, revealing a silhouette of a lady. I could see the lining of her top hat, her gloves and her curved cane. The beat thumped slowly and she swayed to the beat, still facing backwards. She turned around, but her face was still covered by the black top hat on her head. She slowly strutted her way to the middle of the stage, dodging the pole that stood in the middle of it. The music slowed down and stopped. Silence overcame the whole club, as the men gaped and stared at the woman. She raised her hat and her face was immediately visible.

She was beautiful.

Even from afar I could see her contoured cheekbones, bronzed by her make-up. Her red lipstick smothered across her slightly puckered lips, as she slowly surveyed the crowd that stood beneath her. She walked on the stage, tracing the gold railing that adorned the edge of the black platform. Every now and then she smiled at some guys in the audience, and bills were immediately thrown onto the stage. Her red stilletos stepped over them as she continued to acknowledge the crowd. I took another sip of my beer and she looked up, my movement catching her attention. She frowned slightly, not amused by the fact that she wasn't able to attract the whole club. Her eyes bore into mine, and I shrugged my shoulders casually. Her frown eventually turned into a sly smile, as she bit her lip and winked at me. She then turned around and faced back again, her ass hidden under the short black coat she wore, the flaps bouncing slightly as she strutted back to the middle of the stage. Music started playing again and it was all I heard for the next few seconds, everyone remaining silent for the show. Then she swung her hips slowly and teasingly in tune with the slow bass thumping throughout the club. She turned around slowly, sticking out one leg after the other, leaning on her cane and jutting out her ass. She was now facing the audience but there was one thing that was troubling me.

Despite the fact that there were hundreds of men huddled up close to the audience and looking up obediently at her...

She was looking straight at me.