I entered and ordered a Bud Light. One was $7, but an ice bucket of two was $12. I also had not eaten all day, so I ordered the Philly cheese steak. The sandwich was good, but a little smaller than I was expecting for $9. My waitress was a knockout blonde, who looked hotter than most of the dancers here. I tried flirting with her, but she was being very terse. Meanwhile, I spotted a Barbie on stage named Angel. She looked like she might be Polish or at least half. She had beautiful blue eyes, dyed blonde hair, tan skin, pierced nipples, and an ass to die for. I threw four bucks on the stage. Immediately some young guy came up to outbid me.
Next, a black dancer with more-than-handful breasts sat at my table and started talking me up. She was a twenty year old college student on summer break. I small talked for awhile, then after ten minutes she hit me up for dances. Since Angel was sitting with the guy who made a point to out-tip me, I decided to go back for a few dances with the chocolate dancer to check out the logistics in the dance area. Dances were done on captain chairs behind a curtain. Two-way contact was encouraged and it seemed nothing was off limits it seemed. She started stroking my dick over my jeans. I grabbed her tits like they were softballs. She mounted the chair in a squatting position and started thrusting her pussy into my dick really fast. These $20 dances were a good value and privacy was good, but I wanted to save some money for Angel, so I cut out after three songs.
I went back to my seat and ordered another two beers. Eventually Angel left her stalker and came over to thank me for tipping. She spoke with an accent and was even sexier up close. I asked where the accent was from. She said she was German. She was adopted and raised by American parents. We talked a lot and found out we had a lot in common like our love of cowboy boots.
I went to the back with her. The dances were better than the previous peeler. She encouraged me to smack her ass, saying that she loved it. My hands caressed her perfect ass and pierced tits, and for a minute I thought I was Donatello and her impeccably soft skin was my clay. Six songs later I needed a break and she needed to go on stage.
The stalker resumed his tipping and she went to him after her four song set was over. They went in the back for about four songs. I flagged down the tight ass blonde waitress and got another two Bud Lights. Most of the dancers on this particular night were black, even though this was a mixed club. I had no interest in most of the other talent on this particular night.
Later, I took back Angel again for another six dances. I rubbed her pussy over her g-string, which she didn’t mind. She said she is not an extras girl, which is okay by me if you can keep me entertained.
Eventually Angel went back on stage and I was approached by a slim brunette with A cups. She looked thin enough to be a good fit between my legs, so I took her back for a couple lap dances. After dancing for just one song, she got on her knees and started worshiping my cock. After putting a rubber on, she began to deepthroat me in rapid motion. I could not take it; I went off like a Roman candle in just thirty seconds. By then, it was after 24:00. I was buzzed and had dropped something like $470 just that evening. It was time to get back to the hotel, so I could get up for work at 04:30.
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