Cynic at the Strip Club - Sex Stories

Cynic at the Strip Club

... commonly use their own names. She’s only here on the weekends. I’ve never seen her leave this early though; it does not look like she wants to see you here.” Taylor considered this. He supposed it would be pretty embarrassing, but what are the chances she would have moved to the same city as him and then became a dancer there. She’s a stripper; shouldn’t she see him as an opportunity? “Thanks.” Taylor replied and made his way back to his seat. The other strippers that were standing around whispered to each other as they stared at him. After watching a few more girls, Taylor closed out and left the club. However his mind had not left the club. He was extremely enticed by the idea of seeing her on stage exposed like that again. It played over and over like a technicolor reel. Alice stood alone in her bathroom. Her clothes lay in a pile on the floor. The bath was running, but she didn’t hear the sound. She stared at herself in the mirror, in a trance. Finally, she blinked, and slowly began to wipe off her thick eyeliner. The days passed slowly. Taylor often found himself distracted at work picturing her large breasts as she had strode confidently across the stage. It was the same confidence she had always had whether it be crossing the cafeteria to sit with her friends or doing a backhand spring on the gymnasium floor. The chest he had once ogled as it jiggled during a cheer routine was just as magnificent in person, and he now that she was accessible, the thoughts flooded ...

... in. He wanted to do things to her. He pictured fucking her right there on the stage. He pictured her in the position Cherry had been on his lap, only this time, he’d tear off her little red panties and slide his cock into her glistening lips. He pictured putting his mouth around her breast as he pulled him harder onto his cock and it tasting like sweet peach blossoms. “Taylor!” Taylor looked up, Kenny, one of his co-workers had pulled him out of his day dream. “What’s up?” Taylor replied casually leaning back in his chair. “Wanna hit the bar with us?” Kenny asked. Taylor looked at the time, it was 5:30. “Yeah yeah sure, I’ll be right there.” Taylor replied. Kenny walked away. Taylor leaned forward and opened his browser. He had no luck finding Alice on the web. It would be nice to have an actual picture to look at, but it was as though she was virtually invisible. But one thing Taylor knew was that everyone has to work, so he was unconcerned at the risk that she might not be there this weekend. When Friday finally came, Taylor was out of the office the minute the clock struck 5. He drove to his house and changed into a fresh white button down and left his tie off. He did not need that to get in the way. Taylor walked to his kitchen. He had already gone to the bank earlier that week and in an envelope had $100 in ones all ready for the night. He also set aside $300 for the dances he intended to get from Alice. “How could she resist?” he thought as he smiled to himself. Taylor ...