EroticReverie

Kash

From the back of the club I couldn't be a hundred percent sure but as I chanced to move closer it was definitely her. Topless with her back to the pole, wearing a the obligatory clear heels every stripper has to own, with a pair of neon green panties that had three straps on either side, one high on her hip, one right on it, and the other lower, making her full hips look really fucking nice. I swallowed the lump in my throat and watched her from under the dark shadows of the middle of the club, pulling out a chair and taking a seat. She was focused on the men in front of her, the ones throwing their money onto the stage or waving it between their fingers waiting for her to come and pay them attention and grab it.

Her body was tight, and i watched her as she slipped her hands behind her head, grabbing the pole, and held it as she slowly lowered herself into a split, earning her more dollars as they fluttered in the air, men throwing them at her. I watched her tits as they bounced slightly once her ass reached the floor.  Cock twitching, drool worthy tits. They hung perfectly, they were full and her nipples were covered with sequined pasties, that sparkled when the stage lights hit them. 

I watched her slip forward on her hands, eyeing a man directly in front of her as she crawled to him, her tits grazing the floor. I watched her spin on her hands and knees, spread her knees and lean forward, and watched her bounce her ass for him as he leaned forward and tucked a bill in the hip of her panties. She turned to the side and then crawled along the stage, making sure to let her feet lift, showing off her large heels. 

She stops and kneels in front of another man, spreads her knees again, leans back and rolls her hips, gyrating in front of him. I feel my ass lift from the seat to get a better view of between her legs, the neon fabric clinging to her pussy as the guy throws a bill at her waving more in his hand. 

I watch her push off her hands and then slip her hands up her body and over her tits, pushing them together and then leaning forward, beckoning the man with her finger. He stands and she gets even closer to the edge of the stage, grabs his shirt, pulling him to lean over the stage, then grabs his head and shoves his face in between her tits, and shakes them. This earns a whistle from the guys friends sitting beside him and she releases him. The man forfeits the bills in his hand and throws them on stage. 

She makes a show of crawling back to the pole and lifts herself up slowly, bending over, her ass to the crowd, shaking it. More bills fall on the stage and she lifts herself, holds to the pole as she spins around it, and maneuvers her legs, one ankle hooked high on the pole, the other wrapped at the pole at her knee, and every guy watches her, getting a glimpse of her pussy thats covered in that neon green fabric. 

She moves, lowering her leg that was high on the pole, leaving only the one hooked at the knee, and hangs onto the pole with just one hand as it spins. Her free leg bent at the knee as she spins, then coming down and landing on her heel , and uncurling her other leg from around the pole, she holds onto it still and circles it. With her back to the pole and the crowd, she bends, the pole between her ass cheeks. 

Then she's standing back up again her hands on her breasts, I see her toss something to the floor, but when she grabs the pole and pushes off her feet to spin again, I see her pasties are gone and her nipples in full view, getting glimpses of them as they spin. More dollars fall to the stage. My cock moves in my pants. She stops in the front of the pole and slips up and down it to the music , more dollar bills fall as they get a good look at her bare tits. 

Her nipples from here, look like ones i'd enjoy sucking on for hours. They're pink, with areolas that look a bit small for tits her size, but they're fucking nice. From here, I wonder if they're hard. But there's no mistake that they will be when she kneels and crawls to a new guy waving money in the air, and she grabs each nipple and pulls while gyrating her hips in front of him on her knees. My cock moves in my pants and I exhale, shifting in my chair. 

She rubs her fingertip of her middle finger from each hand over each nipple and leans forward when the man places the bill in his mouth. She leans forward and puts her mouth close to his, and snags the bill, tossing her head and throwing it on the stage and goes back to him, teasing him, bringing her mouth dangerously close to his before pulling back. The song ends and I watch her as she smiles at the men , gives a wink and shakes her ass a little as she walks off the stage. 

I watch a man come out and collect the cash on the floor, as the men turn their attention to the other stage with another dancer coming out. The stage she was on goes dark. Only my focus doesn't go to the other stage, I get up and go to the guy at the dark red velvet curtain. I tell him what I want. A private dance with the girl who just finished. 

He nods , telling me the price, and I had him a hundred dollar bill, and he guides me into the large room, where a few private dances are already taking place. He gestures me to one of the small round booths, with a little ottoman in the middle. I sit. He turns and leaves, and I wait. 

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Tatum

When I'm told I have a private dance waiting, I quickly put on a new outfit. I opt for one I can't go wrong with , which is a baby blue tanga panty, with lace trim, and its matching top. A sheer see through baby doll top that ties in the front, and is open down the middle. 

As I walk through the club, men look me over, a few regulars promising me that they'll be buying a dance. I flirt, and thank them, and stop to tease a few others along the way. Once I get to the curtain, I wink at Daniel one of the bouncers and he smiles with a nod as he pulls it open. 

"Booth eight" he says. 

The music that's playing in the back is slow and seductive, I don't mind it. I see the guy in the booth his head down as he waits, and I walk forward. When I'm near the ottoman in front of him he lifts his head and my flirty smile falls from my face and my mouth falls open slightly. 

"Tatum" he says his eyes on me. 

I look side to side and nervously clear my throat. 

"My name is Ivy" I say, forcing a smile. Knowing there are cameras watching us at all times. 

His brows pinch together slightly, knowing that Ivy is not my name. Knowing that I'm his sons girlfriend. My boyfriend knows I strip out of town, and he doesn't at all mind. Stripping in front of his father on the other hand. That's a little different.

"Ivy" he gives a slight nod, agreeing to use my stage name.

I swallow and nod back. He sits back in his seat, leaning leisurely against the padded cushion of the booth. 

"You looked good out there" he says. 

I lick my lips nervously. "Thank you" 

"Did Jack tell you I.." I start but he shakes his head.

"Never mentioned it." he says and I chew the corner of my lip. 

"He can't know you saw me." I say. 

He nods in agreement. "I think that's best as well." he says. 

"I'm doing this for you as a paying customer...and then..we can pretend it never happened" I say. 

He nods. "Right." 

My eyes flick to the camera, knowing security is monitoring the dances. If I stay still for too long, they'll suspect something is wrong. So I start to move slowly, to the music, playing with the hem of my baby doll nighty. 

His eyes skim me slowly, and they focus on my hands as I bunch the nighty in my hands and clench my fists as i slide the fabric up, exposing my stomach. I let my fingers play with the ties between my breasts and watch him slip more comfortably into his chair and I bite my lip again. What an asshole. Why would he buy a dance from me? Accidentally walking in and seeing me on stage is one thing, but to make me dance for him? So fucked up. 

I pull at the ribbon that ties the nighty closed at my chest and let them fall and my nightie slips open, hanging onto my tits, clinging to my nipples for a second before I shrug my shoulders gently and let the straps fall off my shoulders and the nighty slip to the floor. 

His eyes focus on my breasts as my thumbs slip into my panties at the hips and pull down slightly, making it seem like i'm teasing him, for the cameras.

"Why did you buy a dance with me?" I ask as I dance slowly. 

His eyes find mine and I stop dancing for a moment. 

"Isn't that what you're supposed to at a strip club? Buy dances? Isn't that how you make your money?" he asks. I swallow and move around the ottoman, between his legs.

"Yes" I say quietly. "But...you know why this is awkward" I say arguing but keeping my voice sweet and calm, and even. I place my hands on my hips as I move them and then spin around showing him my ass, leaning forward, placing my hands on the ottoman. 

"Money is money, shouldn't matter who it comes from" he says. 

"I dance for strangers....not for my boyfriends father" I say over my shoulder. I catch his eyes on my ass, where I expected them to be obviously, before they look to me looking at him. 

"Then pretend I'm a stranger." he gives a slow smirk.

"Give me the same dirty little dance you'd give any regular customer" he says. 

My eyebrows pinch as my jaw tightens and I hate him for it. For making me dance for him. I could decline, I could walk out, and I could also lose my place here. I push back and put my ass in his lap as I look forward. My eyes widening as I feel his cock, hard, and I feel him lift his hips and push against my ass. 

Fucker. God damnit. I admit, I love dropping my ass into a man's lap feeling how hard I've made him, and I shouldn't fucking enjoy it now though. But I do. I hate it and love it at the same time. My anger for him has me wanting to torture him, make him regret that he came in here and bought a dance with me. It's stupid. I know. Why would he regret any part of me dry humping his lap, or showing him parts of me that a guy should never see of his sons girlfriend. 

"You dance for Jack?" he asks as I roll my hips in a circle on the bulge in his lap. 

"Yes" I say. 

"Does it make his dick as hard as mine is right now?" he asks. 

I shoot him a look over my shoulder.

"You're enjoying this." I say half disgusted, trying to hide the other half of me that is pleased that he is. 

"Why wouldnt I be?" he asks. 

"You know why" I snarl and lean back, my back against him, laying my head over his shoulder. I watch his eyes fall to my tits as my back is arched, my ass pressing harder against his dick now as I move. 

"you've got real nice tits" he says.

"I know" I say, and roll my body, my tits pushing up higher. I hear him groan slightly, and fuck, I hate that it turns a part of me on. 

"Pinch them again, like you did on stage." he says. 

"I don't like being told how to dance, or what to do" I say. 

"Pinch them." he says firmly, and the way he demands it, even after being told not to, sends a rush of fear and nervousness coupled with excitement that sends the message to my pussy , and I feel myself start to get wet. 

I'm so fucked. 

I bring my fingers to my nipples, and pinch them. I play with them, pulling. 

"Mmm" he whispers. 

"I'm jealous Jack gets to suck on those" he says, his voice deeper now, laced with want. 

I say nothing and squeeze my breasts as I push up off his chest and I stand and spin, and climb onto his lap, he places his hands at his side and I slide my hands up his chest to his shoulders as I roll my hips faster, the song changing to something a little faster. 

I lift up, bringing my tits level to his face, and bring them close to him. He looks at them, then up at me. 

"I bet he sucks them nice and hard." his lip lifts in almost a snarl. 

i let my nipple graze his lips and his mouth falls open as I pull back. 

"He does" I say. 

"Bet it gets you nice and wet" he says. 

I lower myself onto his lap again and grind him, rolling my hips. His hands lift to grab my hips but he lowers them back down.

"Fuck" he murmurs.

"It does." I say answering his statement. "So fucking wet" 

He grins. 

"You fuck your customers?" he raises an eyebrow.

I shake my head. "Never"

"Hmmm" he says as I grind him. 

"Ever want to?" he asks. 

I lick my lips. I nod. 

"You get off on making their dicks hard and taking their money?" he asks.

I nod. He grinds up into me. 

"How about I give you some money....and you get ME off" he says. 

"That's what I'm doing" I say and grind harder, feeling the bulge of his dick, giving me sweet fucking friction on my clit, turning me on even more. 

He shakes his head. 

"I'm talking about outside of here, you spreading those legs and letting me fuck you." he says. 

I should slap him, I should be offended, and part of me is, but part of me is sickeningly turned on by his audacity. 

"No" I say and I grab the cushion at the top behind him and my mouth parts slightly and a moan escapes me as I work against his cock. 

He grins. 

"You can cum if you want to." he licks his lips. "I wont tell anyone how turned on you got, grinding your boyfriends fathers dick" 

I let out a tiny moan again. He grins. The clock behind him on the wall , makes a ding and his time is up. I stop rolling my hips, looking to the clock, breathing heavily. Then I look at him and he's grinning. 

"times up" he grins with a raise of his brow. 

He leans in, but not to close.

"No wonder my son likes you" he grins. "you're a dirty little slut" he whispers.

My eyes widen, but fuck me if I dont mind him calling me one. 

"Arent you?" he asks. 

I nod. He grins. 

"Then you should definitely let me fuck you like one." he says. I sit in his lap and he looks down at my tits. 

"I want to abuse those fucking tits, and that perfect little cunt I know your hiding in those little panties" he says as Daniel opens the curtain and yells in.

"Ivy. Time" he yells and closes the curtain. 

"Yeah Ivy" he says with a teasing grin. "Time" 

I push up off his lap, and collect my nighty from the floor and slip it back on, he watches, and I tie it while looking at him. 

"I'm not a cheater" I say. 

He grins. "Then just come dance for me someplace else besides this place." he says.

I scoff. 

"I'd pay you. You'd just be doing your job, but someplace else." he shrugs.

He pulls out his wallet. He takes out a hundred dollar bill and my eyes widen, he takes out a pen and writes his number on it. 

"Text me, call me, whatever...when you get out" he says and reaches forward, slipping his hand into my nightie and tucking the hundred dollar bill into the strap of my panties on my hip. 

He stands and grins and leans into my ear and whispers.

"It'll be our little secret....Tatum" , the grin evident in his voice as he walks around the ottoman and leaves. I turn watching him, but he doesn't look back. 

I swallow hard, blinking at the curtain as it falls shut and pull the hundred dollar bill from my panties and look at the number. 

"Fuck" I whisper under my breath to myself.