But familiar faces

Stacy sat on Mr Banks' lap and felt the rough surface of his fingers against her unprotected pussy. He seemed to have placed his hand there out of some half-instinct to protect her dignity… or to appease the smirking management of this establishment, who he had clearly had to bribe to let her in here. Still, every so often, she noted he couldn't help but run a digit up and down that groove of her, sending shivers up her back. At least someone was still drawn in by the access to her.

The rest of their party had become thoroughly distracted by the other offerings of this dingy little strip club. Dan was enjoying a lap dance from the little asian lady, entranced by the gyrations of her hips against his crotch. Ralph was at the bar, chatting amiably with the gothic-looking lady serving drinks. While everyone else was just sort of drooling over the other barely-dressed women plying for their attention. Stacy was sure she wasn’t jealous of having all these dull, old men ignore their daily plaything in exchange for more mature and… saggier… fare. But it did feel a little strange to be sat here in such tight wrapping, with fresh air against her pussy, and not be at the mercy of one cock or another.

Thinking that… the schoolgirl did suddenly feel something rising in Mr Bank’s pants as her rubbery cheeks rested against them. She looked coyly over her shoulder at him and gave an encouraging little wriggle… but his eyes were focussed straight past her.

Looking around, Stacy realised the music had changed too… and the neon lighting had all rotated toward the centre stage. It would seem like some sort of show was about to begin. The horny teen contented herself to just enjoying the excitement of being here, in a genuine strip club, dressed as she was. While also resolving to rub her would-be employer raw with her little, round backside… until that swelling lump she felt below her had no choice but to show its appreciation.

A jaunty, off key piano tune had begun, the sleazy squeal of a saxophone following on. At the open doorway to the back of the stage, a leg appeared- long, smooth and stockinged. It bent and flexed with teasing showmanship. Then stepped into the light, dragging behind it a goddess of equal parts. Those stockings reached almost to the top of her thighs, where they met the dangling sheerness of a glittering negligee that draped oh-so-loosely over the rest of her. This thin, black, bejewelled swathe of translucent silk somehow both disguised and accentuated the curvaceous body beneath. Offering endless, swaying hints of the naked truth beneath. The way she walked and paused in time with the music told you she knew exactly which movements gave away which subtle flashes of her perfection beneath. She was showing everything… and nothing, with a controlled subtlety that made Stacey simply gasp in awe. Suddenly her effective bin-liner with a hole ripped in the crotch didn't feel half as sexy.

The drunken cheers and catcalls all around told her the surrounding men were appreciative as well, but her own admiration of this artistry far outstripped their simple lusts. The schoolgirl who had recently been believing she was coming into mastery of this 'being unashamedly sexy' thing, suddenly found herself realising just how much more there was for her to learn. Every step and gesture this older woman made whispered strange and erotic secrets into the ears of everyone watching. She made it seem like her dance was just for you, despite the obvious fact that every eye in the room was glued to her body as well. There was a pole at the end of the catwalk-esque stage, and she sauntered up to this like it was an old flame. With barely a flick of a wrist she seemed suddenly to be airborne upon it, flowing in circles around its circumference. The woman flipped upside down and caught herself there, the hem of her outfit gently descending to reveal all. It was at this point her eyes met Stacey's… and a jolt of recognition shook through the teen. For there, in all her glory, hung Mark's mother. Her naturally-bushed womanhood splayed out at headheight for all to see.