Stripper For A Night
By Richard Carlisle
Copyright Richard Carlisle 2017
Published by Richard Carlisle at Smashwords
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The following is a work of fiction. Names, characters and places are solely based on the author’s imagination, or are used fictionally. This book is intended for adult audiences only. It contains sexually explicit scenes and language that may be considered offensive by some readers. All sexually active characters in this work are 18 years of age or older and all acts of a sexual nature are consensual. Sexual acts depicted without the use of protection are strictly for the enjoyment of the reader. Please practice safe sex.
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Chapter 1
I’d spent a very long day in San Antonio visiting a customer’s plant. Now, I was faced with about a three-hour drive back home in rush hour traffic. Knowing that Paige, my wife of nine years, was going to be out with our friend and neighbor Mandy for dinner and drinks, I spotted a gentleman’s club just off the Interstate called the ‘Hanky Panky’ on the outskirts of town and stopped for a couple of beers.
I walked in to the darkened club, paid my cover charge, and headed for the bar. I had no plans of staying for any period of time, just killing some time to let the traffic die down. I was feeling pretty good about the way my meetings had gone. I had left the plant with a nice fat contract for some new business in my pocket. Settling in at the bar, I was greeted by a cute little brunette named Charlie who happily brought me a beer. “Looks kind of quiet for right after work,” I commented.
“Yeah, it’s Wednesday and that’s kind of a slow day for us,” noted Charlie. “Our big nights are Friday and Saturday. We cater to mostly couples on those nights and the joint really swings!”
“Couples?” I asked with a shock. “Isn’t that kind of unusual?
“Yep, it is, but I really like it! On those nights, in addition to dancing, the girls put on little skits and things. The DJ plays a little different music and everybody just goes with the flow. We even put little drumsticks on the tables so the customers can beat along to the music! It gets pretty wild,” replied Charlie.
“Sounds really different from any strip club I’ve ever seen before. Do the wives actually get into it?”
“Oh, yeah! Big time! The boss even invites some of them to dance if they’re good looking enough! It can be a real blast around here!” declared Charlie.
“You mean, the husbands actually don’t mind their wives stripping up on stage?” I asked.
“No way! I think they secretly get off on it! You know, the idea of the whole place desiring their wives, but they’re the ones that get to take them home,” chortled Charlie.
“Wow! That sounds a little bit crazy, but I guess I can see where it might be a lot of fun,” I commented. Especially the part about the wives dancing! I thought. Are they actually expected to strip and if so how far? This is Texas after all; nude dancers were the norm around here! Damn! That would be hot!
“It is, you should try it out some time! Oops! I see duty calls, catch you later,” Charlie said as she went to serve another customer. I left shortly after that, leaving her a nice tip, and headed back out for the Interstate.
When I got home, Paige still hadn’t returned. I knew that she was upset about my going to San Antonio but it couldn’t be helped. I’ve never quite been able to convince her that business trips and pleasure trips are two very different things. I had been transferred to Texas just a few months back and we were still adjusting to our new home. It’s never easy when you’re transferred. Leaving everything behind, you have to start learning the lay of the land and making new friends all over again. Of course, there’s the whole exploring angle, which can be a lot of fun but it doesn’t really offset the hassle of moving.
When Paige finally walked in the door, I could tell that she was more than a wee bit tipsy. She was also still miffed at me! She was standing there looking absolutely terrific while staring little daggers at me with those deep blue eyes. She was wearing a short leather skirt that hit her about mid-thigh and a satin blouse with a low scoop neckline that showed off her braless breasts to great advantage. Having had the long drive home to think about what I could do to get myself back in her good graces, I had a plan already in mind. “Hi, Hon! Did you have fun out tonight with Mandy?”
“Yes. We had a nice dinner and a few drinks, if you really must know!” Oh, yeah! I was still in trouble! The ice in her voice was almost palpable.
“Paige, I was thinking on the drive back that maybe we should do something this weekend. How would you like to go to San Antonio? We could get a hotel and spend the weekend. Maybe eat on the Riverwalk Saturday, spend the night, and see The Alamo on Sunday? What do you think?”
“You really mean that? We could really do that this weekend?” She asked warily.
“Sure, as long as the weather cooperates! Why not? When we were at lunch, my customer was telling me about all the sights there in the city. Sounds like it could be fun. Apparently, The Alamo is right across the street from the Riverwalk. There’re lots of places to shop and eat there and they even have boat rides on the river. It’s only a couple of hours drive if we don’t hit too much traffic.”
“Wait a minute… The Alamo is across the street from the Riverwalk? I thought it was like out in the middle of a field somewhere!” Paige exclaimed.
“Nope, Scouts honor, it sits right in the heart of San Antonio. So, what do you think? Do we have a deal?” I asked, crossing my fingers as I did.
“Yes! We have a deal! I’d love to shop on the Riverwalk! Mandy was telling me all about it. The Alamo sounds nice too, even if it isn’t where I thought it was,” she cooed putting her arms around me and giving me a kiss. Yes! I thought to myself. Another bullet dodged, as I leaned in for a second kiss. I let her pull me towards the bedroom shedding our clothes as we went. Paige gets a little hot and bothered when she’s been out drinking. There’s just something different about her when she feels that she’s been a little bit ‘naughty,’ it’s like a switch flips inside of her. I have to admit, I love it when she gets that way!
We met each other in our last year of college and had been together ever since. Paige is a terrific looking blond. Tall and curvy with long curly hair and a great pair of tits. She’s kept herself in shape too. I love the feel of her soft curves as I run my hands over her body. As we undressed, I saw that she had worn a sexy thong tonight, coupled with thigh top stockings and very sexy pair of high heels. I wondered if all she and Mandy had done was have dinner and a few drinks? Mandy’s divorced and definitely on the prowl. It’s just possible that she took Paige along with her dancing somewhere. Paige loves to dance, and can go all night if you let her! If she did, I’m pretty sure that I’m not about to hear about it. A little bit of mystery is sometimes a good thing. After a few drinks, Paige can be a bit of an exhibitionist. Not that I’m complaining, you understand.
Taking her in my arms I kissed my way down her neck as I began to kiss her soft pink nipples feeling them come erect as I continued to suckle at them. Paige began to emit soft little moans as my hands roamed over her body. I kissed my way down her belly and began to slip her thong down her long legs. I noticed that it was soaking wet; I could smell
her excitement on them. Yep! They went dancing!
Slipping to my knees, I began to lightly kiss her soft blond covered muff. Then I slipped my tongue between the warm lips of her pussy, tasting her wonderful honeyed juices. I spent some time playing with the little bud of her clitoris and then drove my tongue deep inside of her, feeling her body spasm erotically as I did. After a few minutes giving her pleasure, I moved up and took her hand, leading her to our king-size bed.
Paige pulled me close, kissing me, unabashedly tasting her own juices on my lips. Then she moved down and took my cock in her hands. She kissed the mushroom head tasting the drop of precum that had gathered there, licking her lips before taking me in her mouth. Her tongue beating a tattoo on the sensitive underside as she took me deep inside her throat. I knew I couldn’t last long with her tongue driving me wild like that. Lordy, she knew how to give a blowjob! Finally, I had to pull her off and I moved to rub my hard erection against her wet pussy lips. My cock teasing her, as I brushed up and down her soaking wet slit. Paige whimpering with every brush of my throbbing manhood. Finally, easing inside her moist warmth, she cried out her pleasure.
Once I had gotten fully inside of her, I slowly began to move slowly in and out. Picking up the pace as her moans increased in ecstasy. Driving faster and faster, Paige finally screaming her delight, “Fuck me, Baby! Yes, yes! Fuck me, Lover! Make me cum!” she cried. “Take me with that hard cock!”
Finally, I couldn’t hold back any longer. I exploded deep inside of her, our orgasms almost simultaneous. Then, collapsing in each other’s arms, we kissed and cuddled until we both fell asleep.
Chapter 2
We spent the day walking along the Riverwalk. Paige found tons of little shops to satisfy her desire for shopping, picking up little knickknacks along the way. Finding a couple of clothing stores, she spent time selecting several outfits to try on. Then bounced off to the changing room with her treasures, coming out in each one to model it for me. I also noticed that she was drawing several long lustful looks from the other men in the store during her modeling stints. Finally, she picked out a cute little sundress. It was hot pink with wide straps to hold up the top and an empire waistline. The flared hem of the dress only came down a short way on her long legs. I was pretty sure that the lacy tops of her thigh top stockings would be visible if she’d had them on. Of course, I guess sundresses call for bare legs rather than stockings, anyway.
After shopping all day, a boat ride along the winding river and a nice lunch, we went back to the hotel to freshen up and change for dinner. Not knowing the city, we had dinner at the Space Needle downtown, not far from our hotel. Paige wore her new dress along with a sexy white lace bra and thong set. Completing the outfit with a sexy pair of spike heels. The food and drinks were excellent and we left the tower about nine o’clock, still feeling charged up.
“I’m wide awake. I feel like doing something! Do you know anyplace we can go?” Paige asked.
Not really knowing the city, my mind drifted to the ‘Hanky Panky’ and Charlie’s enticing description of their weekend crowd. I didn’t think Paige would be too upset about it being a strip club. I recalled one night in college when she actually asked me to take her to one. Maybe it had just been some form of curiosity, but she seemed to have a good time that night. Finally, I said, “Yeah, I might. I stopped for a beer to let traffic die down the other night at a little joint on the outskirts of town. It’s a strip club, but from what I understand, they cater to couples on the weekends.”
“A strip club? Really? That’s the best you’ve got to offer me?” she whined, as she looked at me scathingly.
“Tell you what, the bartender swore to me that it was a lively place full of couples on the weekends. What if we try it? If you don’t like it, we’ll just leave. It might be fun.”
“Well, OK, I’ll try it but no promises,” came the wary reply.
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Charlie hadn’t lied! As we walked in and paid our cover charge, I saw that the place was totally different from what you would normally expect. The lights were much brighter than normal and you could actually see where you were going. About ninety percent of the tables were full with couples that were pounding away to the beat of the music as the girls danced. I saw maybe 150 people sitting in the audience. Quite a respectable crowd actually.
Shortly after we got our first drinks, the dancers gathered to put on a little skit. Something about hunky firemen rescuing scantily dressed damsels in distress. The entire skit peppered with the girls squealing loudly as they were carried nakedly away. At least, it got a lot of laughs from the audience. Finally, Paige looked over at me with a grin and said, “OK, we can stay! It is kind of fun!” A short time later, I noted that she was starting to tap away with the little drumsticks that were on the table. She really was enjoying herself.
After a couple of drinks, Paige began to really get into it. She pounded away at the table, her long blond locks bouncing as she moved to the music. At one point, the DJ came on the loud speakers to introduce one of the customers as a dancer asking everyone to welcome her. I saw Paige’s eyes grow larger as she watched the amateur dancer take the stage. Dancing suggestively to the music as she slowly took her clothes off. She left her panties on, but quite a few of the men had gone up and stuffed money in the garter that she wore. Paige’s breathing seemed to be getting deeper and a little flush came over her face as she watched. After the dance, Paige turned to me a little sheepishly and said, “You know, I thought about dancing for a while.”
My shock must have shown on my face at that one. “No, I didn’t know about that. Just when was that?”
“It was in college. Money was tight and my roommate danced to help pay for school. She wanted me to try it. Remember that weekend you came up to the school, and I had you take me to that strip club?”
“Yeah, I do. It was certainly not your usual choice for things to do,” I said.
“That was the club she danced at. She was dancing that night and kept hinting that I should come up and dance with you there. She thought it might make me a little less scared if I was sort of dancing for you. I even had my bikini in my purse that night just in case. I chickened out though, I just wasn’t sure what you’d think of me afterwards!”
“Wow! I had no idea that was what you were up to that night!” As I thought back about it I began to feel my cock starting to grow at the idea of Paige dancing for me. It was strange. I mean… I didn’t know how I might have felt about it at the time, but it was kind of hot thinking about it now! Seeing her up on stage dancing in front of everybody? Taking her clothes off for a room full of lusting men? All of them wanting to have her. But, knowing that she was going home with me? Yeah, I could maybe have gotten into it. Maybe…
“What do you think you would have done? Would you still have loved me if I’d actually done it?” she asked shyly.
“Yeah, I think I might have been OK with it. I mean, I love you with all my heart, but I think I would have understood about the money angle and all. I probably would have been jealous if you had done it all the time, but that night? Actually, I think it might have been kind of hot!”
It wasn’t too much later that our waitress appeared with two more drinks on her tray. I just sort of looked at her and said, “We didn’t order these.”
“Compliments of the management!” she said with a smile. Turning to Paige, she asked, “They’d like to know if you might be interested in dancing tonight? You’re very attractive and you really seem to be enjoying yourself.”
“Oh, I don’t think so,” laughed Paige. “I don’t think I could. I’d be way too embarrassed.”
“Well, think about it for a while. If you decide you’d like to try it, just let me know. As you might have noticed, the other dancers all help out when we have an amateur on stage. You wouldn’t be all alone up there. Personally, I think you’d be a natural on stage. You look like you really love to move to the music!” With that little bombshell of a comment, our waitress tu
rned and went on about her rounds.
Chapter 3
Paige looked at me sheepishly, “I couldn’t do that! Not anymore. I’m an old married woman, not some bouncy college coed anymore.”
“Hey, you look terrific! You have a great body! You don’t have any reason to feel that way. I’d take you over these teeny boppers any day!”
“Are you actually saying you want me to get up there and take off all of my clothes? In front of all of these men?” Asked Paige, her eyes widening with a shocked look on her face.
“Don’t go reading anything into it, Babe. I’m just saying you look fantastic, and if you wanted to dance, you’d have no reason to be ashamed of your body,” came my diplomatic reply. Although, I could feel my cock rising to the occasion at the thought of it.
“Ok, then,” came the soft reply. I noticed a little smile on her face as she began to sip her drink and get into the music again. It wasn’t long before she was pounding away at the table, shaking her head and bouncing around to the beat of the music again.
After she had finished her latest cocktail, Paige leaned over and asked, “Do you really think I still look good enough to dance, Baby?”
“Yep! I sure do. I meant every word I said. Those other girls don’t hold a candle to you. And, you’re a lot sexier than the other amateurs we’ve seen tonight!”
“Mmmmm… Thank you, Hubby, I like that. Order us another drink, will you?”
I hailed our waitress and asked for another round. When she brought it, she leaned over and whispered something to Paige. Then went back about her rounds. Looking at my wife, I could see a sneaky little grin on her face. “What did she say to you?”
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