(Author’s Note: I wrote this story about twenty years ago, after a friend from college, yes her name really was Stacey, told me about the time her boyfriend took her to a strip club at her urging. Most of this story is true based on what she told me. I, of course, filled in the details from my own imagination. Stacey had a lot of wild fantasies but was often too timid to act them out back then — except for the spanking. Once she got her boyfriend on board, she would just come into the room and present for him. As she got further into her 20s, Stacey grew more confident and was finally able to fully embrace her inner dirty girl. If only her husband knew all the details of her hot past.)
The music was blaring and seemed to throb around Stacey. She knew it was partially the effect of the alcohol. She was working on her third cocktail. It usually only took two to get her into a nice groove, but tonight she was looking to be augmented by liquid courage. She held onto Nick’s arm for balance as people constantly bumped into her and the flashing lights gave her vertigo.
“Nervous?” Nick asked.
“Why do you say that?” Stacey knew she sounded defensive.
“That’s your third drink.”
“I think I’m entitled to some nerves.”
“I’ll grant you that.”
It was hard to talk over the music and the couple fell back into people watching. Nick wanted to give Stacey enough time to be sure she really wanted to do this, but midnight came and if they were going to do it, they really did have to get to it. This bar was only a prelude to the night’s real entertainment. He told her it was time and she nodded, downing the remainder of her drink. They left the bar.
Stacey didn’t say much during the drive to the club. The booze and her nerves left her feeling she was in a trance. Nick spoke to her, but she stared out the window and didn’t respond. He pulled into the parking lot and reached for the door handle. Stacey gripped his arm.
“I’m not sure I can do this.”
“Of course, I’m not going to make you go in there. We don’t have to do this. But you’ve been curious about it for so long, I think you’ll kick yourself if you don’t at least go in and have a look around, Stacey.”
“I don’t know. I mean, I do sort of want to go in there. I am curious and I trust you, but I just think maybe it’s going to be too weird.”
“It’s up to you, Stacey. We can leave if you want.”
Stacey steeled herself. “Let’s just go in and get this over with.”
Nick pushed open the heavy steel door and music thumped from the interior. On the outside, it was a plain white stucco building. It could have been a plumbing supply warehouse or an auto parts store, except for the sign. It was pink and white, with a fluffy cloud and the words, Cloud 9 Gentleman’s Club. Nick held the door and Stacey tentatively stepped across the threshold.
The carpeting was red, and the walls black, speckled with silver glitter. Two large men in tuxedo shirts and ties stood by the turnstile right inside the door. They wore headsets and there were others like them throughout the club. Just beyond the turnstile was a raised platform and a small-breasted, leggy blond in heels and a g-string danced on it. One of the bouncers told Nick that Stacey was free, but he had to pay the cover, and money changed hands.
The club was one large room, the middle dominated by a long, multi-tiered stage. There were three girls up there working, moving around in various states of undress. Deep, comfortable chairs ringed the stage and most of them were filled. Stacey expected them all to look like degenerates, but they were just a cross-section of average guys. Farther back from the stage were small tables with more chairs around them. And finally, the back walls were lined with couches where erotic dancers gyrated all over their clients. Stacey noted the men all had their hands at their sides.
Nick walked tall as he led Stacey by the hand to a table. Whenever a guy came into a strip club with a beautiful woman all the other men acted like he was a god, thinking, His girlfriend must be so cool! It was even better when the girlfriend was as hot as Stacey. She was tall and slender, with a wild mane of red-gold curls and pretty slate-blue eyes. A snug, red crushed velvet dress — paired with black tights — hugged her figure, showing off her petite breasts and round ass perfectly. Nick loved how men watched Stacey as they moved through the club.
They settled into a loveseat and Stacey pressed close to Nick. His hand rested high on her thigh, just below the hem of her short dress. He tried to creep it higher, but Stacey covered his hand with hers and kept him at bay. A cocktail waitress — as hot as any of the dancers — offered them drinks. Stacey ordered cranberry juice. The club didn’t serve alcohol, which was why they had to pregame elsewhere.
Stacey watched the dancers with rapt attention. Nick hoped her head was filling with dirty, Sapphic thoughts. Just as likely, she was watching their moves and wondering if she could pull them off. She’d been a dancer when she was younger and still moved with a dancer’s grace. As she became enthralled watching the dancers, her grip loosened on Nick’s hand, allowing it to slip higher on her thigh.
A leggy, thin blond in a see-thru babydoll and g-string approached them. She had to be six feet tall in her heels. Her hair fell to the small of her back. Her breasts were large C-cups and obviously fake. Nick couldn’t help gawking, but it didn’t matter. Stacey was doing the same.
“I’m Destiny. Would you like to buy your man a dance?”
“I think Stacey’s the one who needs the dance,” Nick suggested. Stacey shook her head, but he smiled and added, “Don’t mind her. She can be shy. Stacey’s been curious about what goes on in a strip club for ages. I want you to give her the five-star treatment.”
Stacey looked so nervous Nick thought for a moment she might bolt, but she relaxed her thighs when Destiny pushed her legs apart and began dancing between them. Destiny started by gyrating in front of Stacey and caressing her own body. She caught the hem of the babydoll and pulled it over her head. After that, she danced very close to Stacey, her breasts inches from Stacey’s face. Destiny ran her fingers through Stacey’s luminous mane and drew her forward until her tits brushed Stacey’s face. Stacey’s cheeks bloomed crimson, but she closed her eyes when she felt the soft skin against her cheeks and leaned into the contact. Destiny danced in a serpentine motion, rubbing Stacey’s face all over her big orbs and flat belly. Stacey gasped and lightly kissed Destiny’s stomach.
Destiny turned and leaned back against Stacey. She ground her nearly naked ass between Stacey’s legs. She leaned her head back so that they were cheek to cheek.
“Mmm, your dress is so soft, baby,” Destiny cooed.
The dress rode higher when Destiny pressed back and gyrated harder into Stacey’s lap. She clearly didn’t care. Her breathing was shallow, and her eyes glazed. Nick knew those signs. Stacey was hot as hell. He bet Destiny could feel how wet Stacey was through her panties and tights. He was jealous that he couldn’t feel it too, but he was loving the show. Nick adjusted his massive hard-on through his pants.
Destiny placed Stacey’s hands on her tummy, encouraging the girl to touch her. Stacey caressed the dancer like she was fragile, but Destiny whispered encouragement, telling Stacey she didn’t need to be shy.
All the men sitting near them were enjoying the show. Nick knew they were dying to be him. Stacey panted with excitement. Destiny turned around she slipped to her knees between Stacey’s legs. The dancer was pulling out all the stops. Nick knew he’d be lucky if he got this kind of treatment in the private dance room, but all bets were off when a woman got a dance.
Destiny rubbed her face along Stacey’s thighs. He swore she was kissing them. She even pressed her face to Stacey’s crotch, kissing her pussy through red see-thru panties and tights. Nick couldn’t believe Stacey let it go so far, but his girlfriend was moaning and moving her hips with Destiny.
The song ended and Destiny stood, wiping her face with the back of her hand. Nick swore her lips were glazed with Stacey’s excitement. He happily gave the dancer a sixty-dollar tip. Destiny suggested the keep the party going in a private room, but he knew Stacey needed a minute. Her eyes were still closed and she was still panting.
“How was that?” he asked.
Stacey smiled and replied, “It was very, very, very…”
“I guess that means you enjoyed yourself.”
She took his hand and kissed it, her tongue flicking between his fingers.
“We should get out of here,” she suggested.
“Sure you don’t want to have more fun?”
“I don’t think I could handle it. We really should go.” She gave him a meaningful look. “Now.”
Nick practically dragged Stacey out of there.
They were all over each other in the car. Nick thought they were going to fuck right there in the Cloud 9 parking lot, but Stacey stopped him short. He kept a hand pressed between her legs as he raced back to his place. Nick rubbed her mound through tights, wishing he could tear them away.
“You’re a dirty girl,” Nick hissed.
“I am,” she whined.
“Turn around.”
Stacey turned in her seat to face the door and pulled up her dress. Nick swatted her ass hard. She yelped and wiggled her cheeks for more. It was lucky they got home then because Nick might have steered off the road.
Nick’s hands were up her dress and all over her ass on the way from the garage to the front door, giving his neighbors quite the show. He loved her round ass. It was an impressive bubble butt for such an otherwise slender girl. He urged her to move faster by swatting at her ass.
Nick pinned her to the wall the moment the front door slammed behind them. They kissed each other ferociously and Nick squeezed his hand down the front of Stacey’s tights to find her panties completely drenched and sticking to her pussy.
Tumbling into the living room, Nick slowed down long enough to get Stacey’s tights down her legs. He pulled her to the couch and pushed her down on it on her stomach. He pushed Stacey’s dress up to her waist and ran his hands all over her ass. She purred and wiggled her butt for him. She loved having her ass teased as much as he loved doing it. Stacey had a particular fetish. He kneaded those pale globes, his fingers digging in, leaving red streaks. Stacey’s purring got lower, coming from deeper in her throat. Nick rubbed from her waist to the backs of her thighs. When he moved his hand between her legs, Stacey obligingly parted her thighs.
The house was deathly quiet and the sudden slap! Nick laid on Stacey’s ass rang out like a thunderclap. It was followed by a sharp cry, then a soft moan. All was very still, then again, slap! Stacey’s ass burned bright red.
“Did you like that, dirty girl?”
“Yes,” Stacey whimpered.
“Need more?”
“Yes.”
“Want it harder?”
“Oh yes, sir!”
Stacey wiggled her ass and Nick panted another ringing SLAP! on it with his open palm. Stacey barely had time to catch her breath before Nick rained more blows down on her tender butt. SLAP!SLAP!SLAP!SLAP!SLAP!SLAP! Her cries grew louder with each blow. She was drenched when he touched her snatch. His fingers slipped right inside her while he continued to spank her.
“Ohh…ohmygod…”
“You love it, dirty girl. You need to be punished.”
“Oh god yes! I was so dirty tonight! So bad! Please, sir, harder!”
Nick smirked at his squirming girl and redoubled his efforts, his fingers pumping into her slurping pussy and spanking her deep crimson buttocks. Stacey cried out in pain and ecstasy, grinding her pussy into Nick’s hand. She started jerking faster and fucked his hand before going rigid, as an orgasm overcame her. She wailed loudly, then went limp on the couch.
Stacey lay groaning on the couch and Nick stood over her, shedding his clothing. His thick rod stood tall, throbbing hard. He pulled Stacey off the couch and kissed her, plastering his body against hers. While they kissed, Nick roughly kneaded her ass, bringing more moans of pleasure/pain from Stacey. Her thighs were soaked, sticking together and her pussy kept churning still, needing to be filled.
Nick sat on the edge of the couch and turned Stacey around, pulling her down onto his lap, facing away. She spread wide open, and Nick guided his cock up inside her. He slipped right into her sopping snatch, and she gripped him forcefully. He rubbed her breasts through the blood-red velvet dress, plucking at her stiff nipples through it. Longing to touch her naked flesh, Nick pulled her dress up over her head while Stacey ground her pussy into him. He throbbed and pulsed inside her, and it took all of his willpower for him not to just pop off right then.
The heat between the couple was intense. Nick mashed Stacey’s breasts in his hands and she slowly rode him. He buried his face in her wild hair, inhaling her fragrance. He moved his hands to her hips, his strong arms powering her up and down on his shaft. Stacey’s taut thighs flexed as she worked with Nick and their bodies crashed together. The redhead pistoned up and down on the thick, invading member. Stacey threw back her head and wailed, her moans joining Nick’s grunts. She planted her hands on his flanks and leaned forward, pulling him deeper inside her. Nick snaked a hand around Stacey’s waist, found her clit, and stroked it while she rode him.
Stacey rode Nick hard, slamming up and down on his shaft, her hair flying, a fine sheen of sweat covering her body. Her snatch rippled around Nick’s cock, bringing him closer and closer to the edge. He slapped her flank with his open palm, encouraging the girl to ride him faster still.
“Fuck, Stacey,” Nick growled into her ear. His cock swelled and erupted inside her.
Feeling Nick pumping his load inside her while he slapped her thigh was enough to make Stacey climax all over again. She stopped bouncing on him and just ground, enjoying him with deep, throaty moans.
They laid back on the couch, sweat-slick skin sticking together. Nick wrapped his arms around Stacey and held her tightly. She cooed and sighed.
“Was it everything you hoped it would be?” he asked.
Stacey giggled, and replied, “I’m not sure. We may need to go back.”
“Anytime, sweetheart.”