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This was making me so damn
hot! I pulled her hair a little harder and she moaned. I took her left breast
out of her blouse and placed my tongue on her nipple. I playfully bit it and it
made her really crazy. I found myself having to calm her down a bit so no one could
tell we were enjoying this dance too much. At this point, the dancer onstage
had an act that required him to have the lights down. As the club got darker, I
kissed her neck a little more and moved my other hand down to her inner thighs
and as close as I could without touching her panties. I caressed her soft,
smooth inner thighs. She was responding the way I wanted, loving every moment.

I pulled her panties to the
side, exposing her naked snatch. There wasn’t a hair on her. I could feel how
wet her pussy was. I now had two fingers inside her and she was moaning a
little more while staring into my eyes. She pulled my cock out and started to
caress it. Without much more time passing, I plunged my hard cock into her wet
pussy while simultaneously pulling on the back of her hair harder and harder. I
was thrusting back and forth but with a little side movement as well so it
seemed as if I were dancing and not having sex. For weeks, this beauty had been
coming in, and tonight, she was mine. In the excitement of it all, I didn’t use
my best judgment and blew my whole wad into her soft, wet pussy. The dance was
over and now I couldn’t believe how far we let it go. She was so beautiful and it
was the only time I didn’t use a condom! To this day, I think if I ever
impregnated a girl and didn’t know, she would be the one.

The Trophy Wife’s Birthday Present

Through the years, I have met many swingers. Usually they
want me to have sex with their wives, which is okay with me since the ones
approaching me have hot wives. I don’t know why this has become a fad, but it
works out to a sex addict’s benefit.

The first time this happened was in my early days. I was still
young and shy when I saw a couple in the back of the club one night. The woman
came to my side stage, dressed in a tight, black, see-through dress. I knelt
down to take her tip and was turned on by how she touched me so softly. As I
took her tip, I thrust against her hard. She said her husband liked to watch.
She slid her hand down and brushed her fingers across my dick. It immediately
started to get hard. She kept touching it, and it kept growing until it was
fully erect. I told her I wanted her so bad, as she gently felt all over my
cock, getting it rock-hard. She asked me to table dance for her in a place
where he could watch from across the club. I took her to dance in a private
area. I asked her if she was sure her husband was okay with this. She grabbed
my head and kissed me. “Oh yeah,” she said.

During the table dance, I put my hard cock against her
crotch and thrust against her hard. We kissed the whole time. I told her I had
to have her. She said I should come over and fuck her. I said give me the
address, and I would when I got off work. She told me he would want to watch. I
wanted her so bad, I didn’t care.

When I got off, I went straight there. I pulled up to a
beautiful mansion with high-end cars parked out front. I was so nervous and
excited. I rang the bell and was quickly greeted by the husband. He was very
laid-back about it as he told me to come in and handed me a glass of champagne.
We walked through the entryway, and he said she was waiting in the bedroom for
me, and pointed to a door. He walked to the kitchen and I went to the bedroom.
She was naked, half covered with a silk sheet.

“You made it!” she said excitedly. “Now come here and put
your cock in my mouth.”

I quickly took off my belt and had my dick out by the time I
made it to the bed. She put it in her mouth and started deep-throating it so
good. She grabbed it and slapped herself in the face with it and spit on it and
started sucking it. I climbed on the bed, and she kept going. It was so good. I
watched her pretty face taking my cock. The husband walked in and threw an
assortment of condoms on the bed and went to sit in a recliner. I enjoyed
watching her suck me off for at least another ten minutes. She grabbed a condom
and put it on me. She climbed on me, riding my dick, and quickly came all over
me. I rolled her over and got behind her and fucked her hard ‘til she came
again. I then put her in missionary position and kissed her while slowly
sliding it in and out of her. It felt so good that I never wanted to stop. He
spoke up for a sec and told me to come in her mouth. She nodded yes and said, “Yeah,
let me taste that cum, baby.”

I stood up on the bed and took off the condom. I jerked off,
looking at her on her knees, waiting to swallow every drop. I finished, and she
licked her lips and said, “Mmmm, thanks.” I put my clothes on to leave. As I
was saying goodbye to her, he handed me five hundred dollars and said, “Thanks
for coming over. It was a good birthday present for her.” Although I was not
expecting it, I took the money, walked outside, got on my motorcycle and rode
off into the cool night.

Fidelity Sucks

It was 1 a.m. after a Wednesday night at work. I had a table
dance for this really hot chick who used to date one of the dancers. She had
been in a few magazines for fitness modeling. She stood five-feet-five, had
long blonde hair and the curves of J.Lo! I couldn’t believe how hot she was!
She came in with a brunette friend who was almost as hot. She approached, with
her friend by her side, and said to her friend, “See, I told you he was hot!”

At this point, I had no idea she was into me. She asked for
a dance and I followed them to the lap dance area. They wanted me to dance for
them both at the same time. I was thinking, “I hope her ex doesn’t get mad.”

As the lap dance went on, the two girls were rubbing their
hands all over my chest and buttocks. I was pretty sure I’d never danced for
two girls this hot at the same time before. Just then, the blonde said, “Wanna
come hang out with us?”

I was thinking, “More than anything!” I got their numbers,
and they left because the club was about to close. I went in the back and got
dressed. Having a beautiful girl at home waiting for me, I got in my car and
called the girls to tell them I couldn’t hang. The girl said to me, “How about
just to watch us shower together?” Wow! This was the hottest three-way I would
EVER be lucky enough to be in. I turned the truck around and started heading toward
the girls’ condo. The thought of pleasuring both of those girls at the same
time started to get me really excited.

What was I gonna do? If I went, I might lose my girl. If I
didn’t go, I might regret that forever! The dilemma! If my chick weren’t so
damn good to me, I would have stayed the course, but I turned back around and
went home like a good boy. Not gonna lie—it put me in a bad mood for about
three months! Giving up the greatest three-way made me realize that night how
much I loved my chick.

Wingman Fail

There were these two regulars who were really hot. We all
wanted to have sex with them and they knew it. At the time, my roommate was a
fun guy and a hell of a wingman. Not the best-built guy, but he had model-type
good looks. He had the cheesiest pickup lines, but because he was so confident,
they actually worked. He managed to hook up a threesome with the two hot girls
in his SUV and, being the true wingman he was, he offered to throw me into the
mix. But he didn’t want to blow the deal by asking up front, so he came up with
this ridiculous idea. I would hide in back with clothes over me. When the time
was right, he would talk me up, and when they said they liked me, I would come
out and the orgy would begin.

I didn’t think it would work, but figured I had nothing to
lose, so it was worth a try. Worst-case scenario, I would get a free show. So
everything was going good. He was making out with both of them and said, “Hey
what do y’all think about my roommate?” Dead silence. He said, “Do you guys
think he’s hot?”

One replied, “He’s nice.”

My friend tried again, “Do you think he’s good-looking?”

The other girl said, “He’s okay.” By that time, I was
totally embarrassed, but it got worse. They both started trashing me, and I
started becoming furious as the bashing just went on and on. I tried to contain
myself but when one of the girls said I hit on her all the time, I had enough.
What she was saying wasn’t true, so I exploded from under the clothes and
yelled, “That’s fuckin’ bullshit! I never once hit on you.” Then my friend
threw me under bus even more, screaming, “Oh my God, Taylor! What are you doing
here?” He made me look like a total pervert and peeping Tom. I opened the back
door and crawled out in total humiliation and walked back to the club. I felt
even worse because my roommate didn’t even get to close the deal. Weeks later
we all saw the humor in the event and became friends.

Taylor

Justin

Chapter
Seven: Life in the Fast Lane

The after-hours scene was mainly after work on Saturday
night. The best part of Saturday night was when the crowd was at its peak. If
you were lucky enough to go up during prime time, the feeling you got from
rocking the house and having hundreds of screaming women with all their
attention on you was amazing! It was intoxicating! You got off the main stage,
and the table dances were pouring in. Waiters came to your stage to tell you
girls at their tables wanted a dance. Money flowed, and as the night got late,
the wives and girlfriends started to come in.

Saturday nights were when they would come in and hang with
one another while we just kept dancing and making money. Of course we would
stop by and say hi. The after-party was the occasion for them to come to the
club. Other than that, they usually would not come around.

As two a.m. approached and the club slowed down, the dancers
tipped out the runners and the DJ. The party was the next destination.
Throughout the night, all the girls whom the single guys liked would usually
get invited to the after-party. We were usually VIP at a posh after-hours club
that was underground. We would roll in, fifteen to twenty or more deep, with
nothing but beautiful guys and girls. The people at the club lines would stare
in jealousy as we skipped the lines and went straight in.

We would hang one or two hours at the club, and then it was off
to the after-after party. Each week, it changed from one dancer’s pad to
another. We took turns. If you stepped into this party, you would see about
thirty to forty beautiful people. The party always went well into the morning.
By five a.m., half the party was gone. By eight a.m., only the close-knit group
of about ten stayed.

Throughout the night, half the crowd would be X-ing their
balls off, thus a lot of massaging and rubbing was going on. Dancing as well.
The deep conversations just drew you in. Everyone was so nice. When everyone is
in the beauty biz, there is not much jealousy, believe it or not. The parties
and the people make you wish it could just last forever. To be able to dance
all night, after dancing at work all night, is to be loving life!

The Usual Suspects

Coming into our parties, you would run into most of these
people, in addition to lots and lots of hot chicks, of course.

Stoners
: They always disappeared from the party at
the same time and usually ended up in the garage.

Wiggers
: They were the last ones standing. Usually
massaged each other until noon on Sunday.

Sex Addicts
: They appeared at the party for a sec,
then disappeared into a bedroom with a girl.

The Funny Guy
: He got mad energy from just alcohol.
He raided the host’s or hostess’s closet and ran around in a different outfit
every five minutes.

People No One Knows
: Who invited these guys?

Old Rich Couple
: They were very wealthy and they
still partied.

The Ultimate Host
: There once was a guy who prided
himself on throwing the ultimate after-parties. And he was right. He went into
such detail to make everything perfect. A week ahead of time, he invited
everyone. By Tuesday, he had already set up his pad for the party. By Thursday
he had the sound and lights set up. On Friday, he decorated and got food and
drinks. On Saturday before work, he put up balloons and yellow cardboard arrows
from the club all the way to his apartment across town. He would even time when
he was going to take his first hit of ecstasy so that it would take effect
right as he walked in his front door for the party. Saturday night at work, he
would invite every hot chick. So many people would show up that he would have a
line to get into his pad, and when a couple came through, he would let the
hottie in, but not the guy.

Sober Ones
: These guys were usually the ones in a
relationship. They did not drink or do drugs and usually arrived early and were
the first ones to leave.

Speed Bumps

Life in the fast lane takes its toll in many ways. We worked
with a guy once who had just started dancing after waiting tables for a while
at the club. He immediately found success. Very handsome and tall, he was
loving life. He landed a tipper/girlfriend (a stripper) and she started to hook
him up. New truck one week, new clothes and shoes the next. A motorcycle came
shortly after. He would come to work bragging about hitting a hundred and
twenty to a hundred and thirty miles per hour on his bike. We all warned him,
but he didn’t listen. It was a sad day when we heard the news. He was racing
his bike and crashed it. Shattered his pelvis and bled internally until he
died.

There was another dancer from Iran. He had a 300ZX and drove
like a bat out of hell. He ended up crashing that car and totaling it. Walked
away without a scratch. We all told him he was blessed and should slow down. I
rode with him once and he was doing ninety to a hundred in traffic!

He ignored our advice and bought another 300ZX that was even
faster. The previous owner of the car was his friend who had shot himself in
the head in that car in front of his girlfriend’s strip club. We all told him
that car was cursed, but he didn’t listen.

One night we got the news that he died in a car crash. We
knew it would happen, just not the way it did. He was a passenger, and the
driver lost control and crashed on the passenger side of the car, crushing him.