Lesbian at the Strip Club
In the past six years, I've gone to the strip club a handful of times. Once with a group of girlfriends, a few times with my best friend.
The last time I went, there was a hot younger girl in line behind us. She looked classy and powerful, like an up-and-coming business woman. I was intrigued. I casually kept an eye on her through the rest of the night.
She had a look of determination. I watched as she sat down at in front of one particular dancer, locked eyes on the girl, and started feeding her dollar after dollar. She was laser focused on this single girl alone. There was nothing else in her world at that moment but two of them. The sight was magnetic. She knew exactly what she wanted and was unashamedly going for it.
Last weekend all my friends were busy. I remembered that girl. I thought to myself, I want to be her tonight. So I forced myself out of the house to go to the strip club by myself. I tried to walk in with as much confidence as I could. Still not the confidence and unwavering desire of the girl I saw, but I did alright.
This club allows girls to decide how much they are going to take off. Some just went topless. Others took everything off. I watched as one of the girls on stage took off her panties and straddled a guy's face over his forehead, bouncing up and down above him. Lucky guy.
One of the girls flattered me by asking if I used to be a dancer. Nope, just an older lesbian, here for the same reason as the guys.
I told myself I was going to make myself get a lap dance. It's a little strange for me to ask because not all girls want to give a lap dance to another girl. But one of the girls came out after her dance and I couldn't resist her. She was tall, blonde, and thin. Impossibly long legs and she was wearing wide fishnets over them. I asked if she does lap dances for girls. She said yes. I told her I was nervous. She said don't be.
She made me feel really comfortable. She sat me down in the chair and spread my legs. Then she started grinding up against me. I asked her if I could touch her body, and she said yes, she was okay with some light touching. I ran my hands up and down her legs, feeling the fabric of the fishnets over her soft skin. Then I touched her stomach, brushing gently over a cute navel piercing. I asked her if she's ever been with a girl before. She said she's been with four. And her first time was with a girl. I gave her my full attention, like the girl that came in behind me the last time I was at the strip club. I reveled in every moment.
Apparently a lot of people think it's hot when a woman goes to the strip club and is turned on by the girls. Now that I've finally done it once by myself, I'm sure I'll be doing it again. 💋
