My Strip Club Mentor

Shirley knew I wasn’t a prude, but I had no idea what to expect from working at Bodies, a club featuring student girls and older women. “You don’t just take off your clothes in front of a bunch of guys,” she said with a sly smile.

“I suppose not,” I replied, eager to learn more.

“No, no, no,” Shirley said, “let me show you.” She handed me a stack of dollar bills. “Sit down, and I’ll teach you the ropes.”

I plopped down in the chair at the kitchen table as Shirley put on a CD with sultry lyrics. She hopped up on the table, her bikini-clad body glistening under the dim light. “You’ll learn to dance on this pole,” she said, winking at me.

I watched, transfixed, as Shirley danced erotically in front of me, her sequins shimmering in the light. She unclipped her bra and let it hang off her breasts, then danced closer, her face inches from mine.

“You don’t take off your clothes until a guy puts a dollar down,” she whispered, her breath tickling my skin.

I got the hint and placed a dollar on the edge of the table. Shirley danced closer, her breasts inches from my face. She rubbed them up and down, then backed away, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

She reached down and pulled up her garter, revealing her garter belt. “Guys know what to do,” she said, her voice husky.

I picked up the dollar and slipped it into her garter, feeling a thrill of excitement. Shirley danced closer, her body pressed against mine. She reached down and touched my crotch, her fingers sending shivers down my spine.

“Pretend you have a cock,” she whispered, her hand flat against my pussy.

I felt a surge of desire as she touched me, her fingers rubbing against my clit. She pulled back, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

“You’re getting wet,” she said, her voice dripping with satisfaction.

Suddenly, she was dancing closer, her body pressed against mine. She pulled the waistband of her bikini bottom open, revealing a sliver of skin.

“Time for another dollar,” she said, her voice husky.

I reached up and placed another dollar in her garter, feeling a rush of excitement. Shirley danced closer, her body pressed against mine. She pulled back, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

“This’ll get him hard if he isn’t already,” she said, her voice dripping with satisfaction.

Suddenly, she was on her knees in front of me, her body pressed against mine. She rubbed her pussy through her thong, then pulled the fabric aside, revealing her moist skin.

“Don’t let them touch you there on the stage,” she whispered, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

I watched, transfixed, as Shirley danced on her knees, her body pressed against mine. She pulled the thong down to her ankles, revealing her naked skin.

Suddenly, she was standing in front of me, her body pressed against mine. She reached down and touched my crotch, her fingers sending shivers down my spine.

“You want a private dance?” she asked, her voice husky.

I nodded, feeling a rush of excitement. Shirley led me to the “private dance room,” a luxurious sofa in her living room.

“Sit down, and I’ll teach you the ropes,” she said, her voice dripping with satisfaction.

I sat down, my body pressed against the sofa. Shirley stood in front of me, her body glistening under the dim light.

“Always wait for the next song to start,” she whispered, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

I watched, transfixed, as Shirley danced on the sofa, her body pressed against mine. She reached down and touched my crotch, her fingers sending shivers down my spine.

“Most guys make sure their cock is up on their belly, pointed at their belly button,” she said, her voice dripping with satisfaction.

Suddenly, she was sitting on my tummy, her body pressed against mine. She rubbed her pussy against my belly, her fingers sending shivers down my spine.

“Guys love it when you play with their cock,” she whispered, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

Suddenly, she was touching my crotch, her fingers rubbing against my clit. She pulled back, her eyes sparkling with satisfaction.

“You’re getting wet,” she said, her voice dripping with satisfaction.

I felt a surge of desire as she touched me, her fingers rubbing against my clit. She reached down and pulled aside my panties, revealing my moist skin.

“You like that?” she asked, her voice husky.

I nodded, feeling a rush of excitement. Shirley’s fingers went deeper, rubbing against my G-spot.

“You’re close,” she whispered, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

I felt a surge of pleasure as her fingers touched my clit. I came, my body shuddering with pleasure.

Suddenly, Shirley was kneeling on the floor between my legs, her body pressed against mine. She sucked on my vulva, her tongue sending shivers down my spine.

“You like that?” she asked, her voice husky.

I nodded, feeling a rush of excitement. Shirley’s tongue went deeper, rubbing against my G-spot.

“You’re close again,” she whispered, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

I felt a surge of pleasure as her tongue touched my clit. I came again, my body shuddering with pleasure.

Suddenly, Shirley was standing in front of me, her body pressed against mine. She reached down and touched my crotch, her fingers sending shivers down my spine.

“You want to try something new?” she asked, her voice husky.

I nodded, feeling a rush of excitement. Shirley led me to the bedroom, a double-ended dildo waiting on the bed.

“This is fun,” she said, her voice dripping with satisfaction.

We put on some lube and positioned ourselves on our knees, the dildo inside us both. We shoved our butts together, the dildo sliding in and out of us.

“Oh my god, oh my god,” we chanted, our bodies shuddering with pleasure.

We fucked with the dildo for a while, our bodies moving in sync. Finally, we came, our bodies shuddering with pleasure.

Suddenly, we were in a 69 position, our bodies entwined. We kissed and rubbed each other’s bodies, our pleasure still high.

We climaxed again, our bodies shuddering with pleasure. We fell asleep, our bodies still entwined.

The next morning, Shirley told me more about the club. “If you want to dance there, you have to have sex with Boris, the owner,” she said, her voice dripping with satisfaction.

“And you have to do it bare,” she added, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

I nodded, feeling a rush of excitement. I went through the ordeal, starting work a couple of Mondays later.

I learned the ropes quickly, and soon I was making good money by letting guys suck on my tits and rub my thong between their legs.

The good money came from letting guys fuck me, but I had to be careful and have an arrangement with the bouncer. I didn’t want to do that, so I let the idea pass.

But then I met Pete, a regular at the club. We started a relationship, and I found myself falling for him.

“I want to fuck you bare,” he said, his voice husky.

I nodded, feeling a rush of excitement. We fucked three times, the last time using KY.

Eventually, I admitted to myself that I was a whore, but I still considered my relationship with Pete more personal.

I stopped working at the club after a year, and I kept seeing Pete for a few more months. We eventually parted ways, and I moved on to a new chapter in my life.