Magic Wanda - Sex Stories

Magic Wanda

... her in. “We’ve never been anywhere like this before. How do you, you know, go on about things. How much does it cost?” “I can organise the private lap-dances for you or if you want to show a lady your appreciation on stage, she’ll have a little pot that you can put pound coins in. If you’re feeling particularly enamoured by a performance, a five pound note may get you something a little more.” She finished the sentence with a wink. “So how do we select the girl for a lap-dance?” I asked intrigued. “Do you have like a profile book with them all in or something?” “No honey. They’ll all get their turn on stage and you pick the one you like. You’ll also see ladies wandering round the club asking if you’d like a dance. They can do a strip at the table for you which is ten pounds, and lasts the length of a song, or for twenty pounds you get taken to somewhere a little more private for a lap dance. Have you seen anyone you like so far?” “Not really,” I replied. “I suppose we’ve missed quite a few of the girls already haven’t we?” She laughed. “I guess so honey. Did you have something specific in mind?” “Er, not really. What do you mean?” I stammered, a little embarrassed. “Well, do you like girls with big breasts, nice eyes, tight little bums, long legs, older ladies? We’ve got a nice variety in here.” “We like all of the above!” said Dave grinning. Ringo wasn’t really listening, his eyes had wandered from the waitress to the girls who’d just come on to the stage. “Listen love,” ...

... continued Dave. “Why don’t you give us an hour and come back. If we’ve seen someone we like, we’ll let you know then.” “Sure thing honey,” she said before turning and wiggling off back towards the bar. “You gonna go for it?” I asked Dave. “I reckon so,” he replied smiling. “Sounds like too good an opportunity to miss. What about you Ringo?” There was a pause as we waited for him to reply. He obviously hadn’t heard. He was transfixed by the tall redhead who had just slipped out of her long shimmering dress and was now half way up the pole just in front of us. “Hey, deaf boy!” shouted Dave. “You still with us? Forgot about your stomach at last?” “Er, yeah man. Only thing I’m hungry for right now, is that foxy chick in front of us. Now shut-up yabbing for a minute and enjoy the show.” We laughed at him and did as requested. The redhead proceeded to skilfully slide down the pole, spinning round, using just her legs to grip it. Her long shapely legs spread apart as she reached the stage again and did the splits. She soon sprang back up and began shaking her head and swishing her long hair from side to side in time with the music. We were mesmerised. She looked directly at us as she parted from the pole with a twirl and seductively swaggered over to the edge of the stage in front of us. She leaned forward with her hands covering her breasts and then as her body was at a right angle to her legs, her face just above us, she released her hands and jiggled her upper torso. Her firm perky ...