The One Night Stand
It was a pretty drunken night. I had just gotten on stage for my performance, the lights dim in the smoky jute joint. My first song comes on and I take center stage on the pole and slide gracefully around the pole, doing yoga poses that stun people. The smoke filled bar was packed that night! Full of men and women from all walks of life. The fog machine had just began to blow across the stage, reflecting through all the different colored spot lights, shining on the dancers, making us feel like " Stars ". I continue to do my number with all these yoga poses that nobody has a clue of. I climb my way up to the very top of the pole, which touches the ceiling. I grab the pole firmly with my thighs and arch my feet up onto the ceiling, extending my entire body down just danging in what seemed like mid-air, a mere optical illusion which is really a great effect to your performance!
I had become a " Lazy Stripper ". The dancing just wasn't what it was when I had started. The clients were all the same, the management became filthy and dirty. The workers turn their backs on you and steal your personal belongings. I can't even begin to add up how much money I had actually lost working for that place, yet that is beside the point. Going from pole to pole during my first song, removing my shirt and tantalizing the men watching from below. I'd extend one leg down just enough so they couldn't reach me, or touch me. I'd come to the point of not wanted to be touched by certain people and I found how very easily it was to get around this. The men are surrounding all three sides of the stage and even the entrance to where I couldn't get off or on stage if I wanted to. My shirt had been stolen, from which you take off during your first song. I'm really pretty trashed and high so it doesn't bother me.
I slide down the pole just a little bit more, extending limbs and fingers for the men and women wanting to get a feel. I've become so high and so drunk that I just didn't care. I let whoever wanted to touch me, touch me! My second song comes on and off come the pants, in a very unusual way, a way that I didn't know I could perform. It was something off of the television I'd seen, I think... I had a very tight G-String on. The front had one giant O ring with a very small piece of Velcro to keep the piece on my body. It felt so great being up there, almost naked, all these men, most who were gorgeous touching my body. Grabbing my cock, grabbing my ass, putting dollars in the waist band. I even let a man reach down the front of my G-string and grab my cock. He slipped in a $50 bill, i was impressed! If I keep this up I'll bank by the end of the night, I thought to myself. I continue to let the men touch and caress my body as they wanted. My song was over, my performance was done for that moment. Now it was time for the next Dancer to get on stage and strut his shit. Boy did he have one giant cock that I loved playing with in the dressing rooms. We were all so friendly with each other, mainly due to the over indulgence of coke and whiskey, pot and crystal. We would occasionally all make out, each man, straight, gay, bisexual you name it! We'd all sit together and gently stroke each other and make out continuously. It was such a rush, all these men, all the cock. It was a total rush and a total turn on.
I did my last line of coke and heard my name " Lucas " called over the loud speaker. " Lucas!!!!!!! Get out front and center! You have private sessions! ". When I heard that I really sniffed that coke up, snorting as much as I could so I could feel and perform like that of a fucking athlete. We always used the same $100 Dollar Bill for our coke sessions, always the same one! It was our " lucky " bill. I run out and find the man sitting in the booth waiting for me. I run up to him and introduce myself very professionally. The man is gorgeous. He is dressed up in a suit that I assumed was Chanel, which in fact when I saw the tags later it was Chanel! This guy had money I thought, so I kept talking to him. I'd ask him what his turn on's were, how much he liked sucking cock and eating ass. He enjoyed every 3 songs. I hung from the pole above us and let him fondle, grope and touch my ass and cock. His firm, big hands trying to cup all of my cock and balls into them just wasn't working, he was getting me too hard. This was a big " no no " in this " Strip Club ". I was so coked up and high though, who cared? I thought to myself. I did everything that wasn't supposed to be done and banked that night. I mean I banked! I grossed about 1K within a 5 hour period.
After our private session was done the man looked at me and asked me if I was really happy? What were my passions, my entertainment, what did I like to do for fun? I was NOT used to this type of treatment from the regular men that would come in. I kind of looked at him puzzled... " why do you care ? " . He responded " You're too good for all of this shit ". I just smiled at him and walked away. I found myself on the pool table with one other man. We called him " Big Dick Nick ". He was on top of me, we were making out like crazy. Two of the other male dancers joined us! The more the merrier I thought. Again, I didn't realize how fucked up I actually was. I thought I looked glamorous and " Star-like ". I did not. I didn't look cute, I didn't look hot, I looked high, I looked stoned and that's not glamorous. Everybody else saw what I wanted them to see all because of the smoke and mirrors! In reality my eyes swam in my head, I looked strung out and higher than hell.
A very jealous X-Boyfriend/Fiance of mine did construction work in this strip club, long before I started dancing there. He was the reason I got the job in the first place, I was basically forced to strip for even MORE money.... Working 3 jobs and then my " Night Life " was just too much, it was all too much. I was fed up. I broke every single fucking rule that god damn place had made a " rule ". Nobody seemed to give one shit, not even the owner! He was passed out drunk or coked out getting a blow job from someone else, what did he care? He was banking off of US. So, all in all he did not care whatsoever as long as he got his money and he sure did. The jealous X-Boyfriend/Fiance became a totally different person when he got drunk. He became violent, hateful and mean. His facial features would abruptly change into something NOT human, almost " devil-ish". Using that term for him makes me want to take it back. He looked quite disgusting and made me want to try to burn the house down once again. As he got drunker and I got even more coked up and more high he started his shit with me. Going around the bar to my male and female clients PAYING them not to touch me or dance with me because I was " his ". That ended fast!
I saw all the havoc he was causing for just about everyone in the club. I ran back into the dressing room and began to gather my things, throwing them into my Prada bag. Low and behold! My $80 eyeliner was taken from my fucking bag. I'm surprised my fucking Prada bag was still there. I tucked away all my thongs, g-strings and jock straps, threw them in and walked out and sat at the bar. My shift was over already, I was ready to up and leave this hell hole. The bartender saw how fucking pissed I was and gave me my last shift drink. Although I didn't need another, I was too coked up so I needed to calm down. I sat there by myself, talking to the bartender, which I had a huge crush on. He did get a good deep throat once in a while. I loved his cock.
Still sitting at the bar, the guest begin to leave. The women always have to tip out the owner, the men were taught to lie and say yes they did tip out the owner. I never understood this, it truly pissed me off. I feel someone put there arms around my neck and rest their head on my shoulder. It was the man that I had given the private dance to! He stayed the entire time, hiding in the background so I didn't notice him. " Do you wanna get out of here ? " he ask me.... " yes, fucking yes I do... let's go! ". I grabbed my bag, chugged the last of my crown and coke and off we went. I followed him in my giant SUV, I shouldn't have been driving at all. I was so coked out and so drunk. Yet I felt 100% sober, all due to the coke. I had no idea where this guy lived, it was close by though, closer than I had thought. This was my first time going home with someone from the club. At this point all the substance abuse gave me the confidence I needed to go home with this man. Following him in his small car, both of us drunk as fuck! Swerving all over the road, not knowing where we were going. It was a total mess yet it was a blast! He had taken my phone and programmed his number into. I saw my phone light up as we were at the stop light. I answered it and BAM! I ran right smack into the back of his car. My phone flew on the floor, I stopped and picked the phone up. Luckily there wasn't a soul in sight that night, except for the two of us on that road.
I call the man... " Ummmm.... I hesitated... I think I just rear ended you and maybe did some damage ". He started laughing so hard which made me laugh even harder. He replies " my car is fine, get out and look, then follow me the rest of the way". I got out and looked at the back end of his car and it was fine. Thank gods! I couldn't afford to go to jail. We got to his house which was surprisingly gorgeous! A very simple home in a very nice subdivision. I stumbled out of my SUV and followed him into his house. I still had no shirt on, my pants half way un done, my g-string sticking out. I looked like one hot mess. We both stumbled into his house and sat down at the bar-like kitchen table. I was amazed at his decor and sense of style. This guy had money and I was impressed! I didn't want him for his money I was just impressed that he was of actual class and came from a wealthy and very GOOD background/family. We had a really nice conversation as we rolled joints, had a few bottles of wine, laughed joked and carried on. It was a really nice time just sitting there talking.
I'm feeling a bit more drunk now and nervous so I excuse myself as I go into the bathroom to " change " as I told him. I unfolded a small piece of newspaper with what little coke I had left and snorted the rest of. Licking the newspaper as much as I could, getting ever last bit of that white dust off the paper. I was ready and I was feeling amazing! So full of energy it was the most amazing feeling ever. I come out of the bathroom and he had a clue as to what I was doing. " Ya got some white stuff on your nose ring, you could have done that out here if you wanted ". I just looked at him in shock and laughed. He laughed and got up. He threw his arms around me and picked me up. Being MUCH larger than I am he carried me into his bedroom. We were both consenting adults so there was no issue. In fact we stayed friend for quite some time after this first incident. I wrap my legs around his body and my arms, like he's a pole. He's pushing me up against walls, grinding his rock hard cock into mine. I lift his shirt up over his head and throw it.... I start kissing his neck and nibbling on his ears. He moans in such a manly way, it's such a turn on! The coke has really set in and I am so damn horny. He throws me down onto the bed and I grab him and rip his belt off. I undo his pants and take off his boxers. His cock standing at full attention ready for me.
He flips me over and makes me arch my ass way up in the air. I feel him spread my cheeks as he plunges his tongue deep in my ass. I moaned so loud, I've never had my ass eaten this incredibly. He continued to suck and lick, pushing his face even further into my ass. I loved letting his wet tongue slide in and out of my tight ass hole. I moaned with joy as he kept eating my ass. Nothing could feel better than this I thought. He starts to slap my ass a bit, not too hard, just right! I love it and moan and beg him to keep eating me and slapping my ass. He grabs my cheeks and spreads them even wider, getting even further into my tight hole. I fucking scream in pleasure. This man has one wicked tongue.
I soon feel him turn me back over on my back and he's kissing and licking me all over. Starting from my ear lobes, down my neck, my arm pits, my nipples. He kisses my stomach and wraps his hot, tight lips around my dick. I grab him my the sides of his head and cram my cock right down his throat. I moaned and screamed in pleasure. He loved every second of it. He loved letting me skull fuck him. I fucked that mouth for about an hour, edging myself so I did't cum until he did. I jump up off of him and have him turn over. I tell him to arch his ass up. I spread his cheeks and drive my tongue like a drill into his nice tight ass. He starts moaning and screaming as I slide my tongue in and out of his tight hole. I grab his ass cheeks as he did mine and slapped them, only he liked it a little harder. The harder I slapped his ass the louder he screamed. I told him to flip over and I let him skull fuck me. His cock was huge! Pumping in and out of my mouth, down my throat. I loved every minute of this dick.
He pulls out a condom and slips it on his cock. I roll over, stick my ass up in the air and lube myself up. I slip a few fingers in, loosing myself up for him, I hear him moaning as he watches me finger myself. " fuck me and fuck me now ! ". I told him. He rammed his cock so hard into my ass, my head had hit the head board of his bed and left a small dent in the wall. He fucked my tight ass for hours! I could feel every vein in that sweet dick, throbbing and prodding my ass. I kept urging him to fuck me harder.... and harder... and harder.... the harder he fucked me the more we moaned. Due to the intake of stimulants it was pretty difficult to get off, so we actually fucked until the early morning hours. His balls slapping my ass, he's still fucking me. I'm doggy style, down on all fours. I ride him, he throws me around the room still with his cock inside of me. It feels so good, so god damn good!
He starts to moan even louder as I become closer to cumming. He keeps telling me he's going to cum. I keep reminding him to fuck me even harder. The feel of his balls slapping mine, his mushroom head swelling up huge inside of my ass. He screams in pleasure, he moans. I feel his cock pump and pump cum into the condom. It's the most amazing feeling in the world. Being so stimulated and so coked up. I could feel his cock continue to throb and burst more and more. He slowly slides his cock out of my ass in total relief. " Do you feel better? " I asked him.. All he did was smile and say " yes ! ". I was so pleased. it was my turn now I told him. I told him to open his mouth. I sat my ass right near his neck and slapped my cock all around his face. He moaned and told me harder! So I slapped him even harder, my cock rubbing all over his face, his lips. He tells me to hop on his face for a second so he can eat me again. I sit directly on his face and feel that miraculous tongue drill into my ass once again. This time I'm in more control. He grabs the sides of my ass and pushes his face even further in my nice wet hole. I get down off of his face and lunge my dick into his mouth. Sitting on his chest and forcing him to suck my cock, deep throating him, back and forth, back and forth his head on my cock.. His lips are so warm, so hot, his tongue feel so good. I can feel the back of his throat, I can feel almost down his esophagus. I scream for him to slide a few fingers into my ass and he hit my G-Spot instantly. I moaned and screamed as I skull fucked him. With each movement his fingers would go in and out of my ass as my cock would go in and out of his mouth. I screamed and moaned in pleasure as I burst like a fire hydrant in his mouth. I could hear him gurgling and swallowing every bit of my cum. I kept pumping my hot load down his throat asking him how much he liked it. All I could hear were small moans and his fingers and hands grabbing me in pleasure. I rolled over and layed right next to him. I was so drunk and so coked up I didn't know if I was going to sleep or not, neither did he. So, we went out into the kitchen, rolled a few joints for after our shower. We smoked about 3 joints together and then rested peacefully in his bed. I did in fact fall asleep right in his arms. I woke up with the sun burning my eyes. I looked over and had no idea where I was, or how I could have even gotten there being so intoxicated from the night before. I felt awful. I felt like a complete whore. He looked at me and smiled. " Good Morning he says ". I look at him and roll my eyes and laugh, now I remember almost everything. " Morning ! " I replied with a raspy voice from all the coke and liquor. I had another job to get to so I had to get up and go. I was out coke, out of everything! So, I went to find some and I was on my merry way to my day job.
That night changed me for the better. I'm not the type of person that goes home with anybody. It's not my style. We kept in contact for at least about 5-7 years after I stopped dancing completely. Every once in a while he would try to call me up and I'd be on stage. He'd find me there, slip a $50 in my crotch and I never looked back at that place. This was one of those times that I was sure I could have died. The thought never crossed my mind of any of those issues. Abductions, being murdered, none of that ever crossed my mind until after the fact. A beautiful friendship came from that one night stand. We'd have dinner together, go out for drinks. He showed me he classier side of drinking. The " non-stripper-drinking-coked-up-side '. To this day I am grateful for the friendship and the impact that man had made on me. He will always have a permanent space in my heart.
