Cynic at the Strip Club - Sex Stories

Cynic at the Strip Club

... looked at the time it was only 5:45. He sat on his couch and flipped through some channels. Taylor tapped his foot. “Why was he getting so nervous?” he wondered. When it was 8pm Taylor hopped in his car and drove to the club. The parking lot did not seem very full, but this might be a good thing he figured. The bouncer did not seem to recognize him when he entered, and this time he sat at the far left. He ordered a beer and watched dancer after dancer enter and exit the stage. He politely refused any dancer that offered a lap dance. After 45 minutes he started recognizing some of the girls on stage again. Apparently, Alice had yet to show up. He was already on to his fourth beer, and starting to lose steam. He felt a familiar tap on the shoulder, Cherry was smiling down upon him with all the pep she had before. Either she didn’t remember him or paying double was satisfactory enough but she certainly was not pissed anymore. “Heya how’s it going?” she chirped as she hopped on his lap. “And for the first time tonight… Sylvia!” the DJ announced. The sounds of a slow strumming guitar filled the building. Taylor did not recognize it, but he did not need to; it was perfect. Alice glided to the stage and turned around the pole. “So do you wanna go?” Cherry’s voice came back into focus. “What?” Taylor replied, eyes fixed on the woman on stage. “Do you want a dance?” Cherry repeated. Alice scanned the crowd and met eyes with Taylor. Her mouth parted slightly and a look of slight ...

... disgust crossed her face. “Uh maybe later Cherry,” Taylor mumbled as he tried to stand up. Cherry looked at Taylor staring at the stage and rolled her eyes. “Ugh. Have fun.” She replied and hopped off his lap. Taylor stood up and walked towards the stage. Alice had moved to the other side. He was prepared for this; he pulled out his wad of ones and dropped some on the stage. Alice ignored him. The whole rest of the song she remained on the other side of the stage. Taylor remained steadfast and dropped even more. When the song ended, she picked the money off all other parts of the stage then glared at Taylor when she saw he hadn’t sat back down. She grabbed her bra and marched over and began to pick up the cash. “What are you doing here?” she hissed when she picked up the last of it. The other girl was entering the stage. “Come talk at my table.” Taylor commanded. “I’m going to have you kicked out,” she retorted. Taylor quickly reached into his pocket and retrieved the ones. He grabbed a wad and made it flurry on the stage all over Alice. The other dancer looked annoyed as her song was being interrupted. Taylor kept throwing ones as he moved back to his chair. When he sat down there was a trail of ones leading to his chair. Alice gritted her teeth, straightened up and walked straight into the back room ignoring the trail of money. She eventually came back out of the room visibly annoyed, but began talking to other customers and leading them to the VIP. Other girls came up to Taylor ...