Cynic at the Strip Club - Sex Stories

Cynic at the Strip Club

... joking around about the trail of money, til Taylor said, “Have at it, it’s all yours.” His former pocket of ones was now empty, but at least it was not a waste. The girl scrambled on her knees on the floor to pick up his trail of cash. Taylor smiled. Though he would have preferred to see Alice crawling in front of him, any other barely clothed woman was a decent view. Taylor was tired of waiting through the rotation to see Alice on stage and he was starting to get drunk. Then, an idea reached his head when one of the girls tried to sell him on a private room. Taylor stood up. He hadn’t stood up in a while and walking to the bar he realized the multitude of alcohol he had consumed while waiting had rendered him drunk. He reached the bar. “I would like a private dance with Alice.” He announced. The bartender looked unamused. “Well you’ll have to talk to a host, but I don’t think we have an Alice here.” A host was brought to Taylor and Taylor repeated his request only asking for Sylvia this time. The host led him to another black door that he would not have known existed unless it had not been opened for him. The light in the room was blue, and it was illuminated in part by a fish tank. Taylor flopped on the couch. Alice was not there yet. He heard the door open and suddenly she was in the room. She took one look at him and quickly exited. “Hey!” Taylor said and got up to follow her. He stopped when he could hear her arguing through the door. “-he already paid and he requested ...

... only you specifically, we can’t cancel it. You’re just going to have to deal with him.” Then it was silent. The door opened. Standing level with his eyes in her six inch heels Alice was finally alone with him. The door behind her closed shut and pushed her forward. With eyes wide and full of fury, her lips and body was upon his as she fell forward. Taylor was surprised too, but did not miss the sensation of the moment. Her smell was of a sensual must and her skin was not warm, but coursing with fire. Her body was firm but her breasts were soft and supple squishing onto his chest. He automatically reached out his arms to catch her and they landed on her hip bones which jutted out before curving into her well-shaped ass. Though her lips were pressed on his, neither were prepared so she had cut her lip very slightly on his teeth, which Taylor realized when he stuck his tongue inside her mouth as he steadied her. The door reopened. “Oh sorry thought you were-“ the host stopped when she saw Alice between Taylor's hands. “Looks like you’re already having fun,” the host said with a smile and reclosed the door. “N-no!” Alice insisted but it was already too late. Taylor moved his hands from her hips to her top and began to undo her bra. “Stop!” Alice demanded. “I bought you. You’re all mine.” Taylor said smiling slyly. She brought her hands up to his chest and tried to push him away. It did not work. The bra unhooked, and Taylor brought it to his nose and inhaled before throwing it on ...