Cynic at the Strip Club - Sex Stories

Cynic at the Strip Club

... eye contact with the girl, but she walked swiftly to the back of the opposite side of the room and disappeared behind a dark door. Taylor wasn’t unpopular in high school, but he blended into the crowd. He admired the hot, popular girls just as much as the next guy, but he never felt as though he’d have a chance with them, so he never really tried. Besides, he had other interests than just trying to get with the same “top 10” pretty much every other dude was trying to score with. Instead of spending time competing with other guys, he preferred to play guitar with his close group of friends and attended the occasional party. He was not disappointed with high school, but he wasn’t impressed with it either. It was due to this apathy he never attended alumni events or try to reconnect with groups on social network sites. But he did not forget the people from high school, just as he did not forget what appeared to be Alice’s face. Taylor pulled out his cellphone and began to search her name. The results were numerous, but none of which reflected her face. As he scrolled, he felt a tap on his shoulder. As his eyes readjusted to the darkness he saw Cherry’s innocent face with a smile plastered across it. “Thank you for the tip up there,” she said. Taylor’s face relaxed into a polite smile. “I like your outfit.” He replied. “You’d like it better on the floor,” she shot back with an impish grin. She continued, “Would you like a dance?” Taylor hesitated. He did not want to miss talking ...

... to the girl he believed to be Alice. “Tell me, how long do you girls stay?” Cherry’s smile relaxed a little, but she replied still energetically, “Usually until 2am, but I’d stay all night with you.” Taylor was satisfied and decided he might as well oblige the girl and feel those pert, perky nipples between his fingertips. “Let’s do it.” He said and stood up. Cherry let out a little squeal and grabbed his hand as she bounded towards the upper level VIP couches. The VIP section was a little above all the stages and unfortunately a little darker as well. The couches were black and a pleather material. “At least they must be easier to clean,” he thought to himself then tried to shake the notion. It was not difficult to as Cherry had immediately taken off her top and was sitting on his lap asking various questions like where he was from and if he had been here before. Taylor noticed that at the bottom of the VIP section was the door Alice had disappeared behind. The next song started and Cherry began to dance. Taylor tried to keep his eye on the door when various girls exited and entered from it, but when Cherry pressed her chest against his face his focus was eliminated. Her skin was soft yet felt tight against her body; she was fit, but it did not show as muscles. She was just thin and relatively toned. He had his hands on her thighs as she straddled him, and slowly dragged his hands up her thighs to her hip. At the same time, Cherry was grinding over and over against Taylor’s ...