Dance for me Wench!

The worst part of Rochelle's new attitude was that, despite her putting certain body parts on display wherever she went, if she caught someone she wasn't attracted to staring at her she would get offended and call them a pervert. You decided that a fitting punishment for her would be to **** her to display her body to a room full of people who she would think were beneath her.

You messaged Rochelle and told her you needed to cum. She said she would be right over. Instead, you told her to meet you at Roxy's.

Roxy's was the only strip club in town. It was a disgusting, filthy place that was ridiculed by everyone but their few loyal patrons. Once you turned 18 you were convinced by a few classmates to go there as a right of passage. As soon as you were disturbed by what you saw.

The women were very unattractive; even when they were fully nude. Their "food" consisted of runny eggs and under-cooked bacon. The place looked like it hadn't been cleaned in weeks. The guys who were there all looked like they got out of prison mere days before. You stayed for half of one dance before you got the hell out.

It was perfect spot to humiliate Rochelle. Watching her being **** to dance in front of these men, especially considering how hot she felt she was, would be an awesome form of ****.

You each got there at roughly the same time. "Alright John, how does this go down?" You told her that you needed her to go on stage and keep dancing until you came. "Fine, this place is fucking disgusting though so hurry your shit up."

As you both made it to the front door the bouncer checked your ID. "Oh shit, you're John Doe! Why they hell would you come to a place like this?" You explained to him that you could only cum if your "friend" Rochelle dances on stage. "Alright brah, I'll let the manager know." You walked in and surveyed the room while another bouncer led Rochelle behind a curtain. The place was just as disgusting as you remembered it. As soon as the song currently booming inside the club was over, the DJ made an announcement.

"Next up to the state, dancing fully nude, Rochelle!"

As Rochelle walked up to the stage something interesting happened. Your plan was to watch her dance, then either jack yourself off or grab a hot stripper (if they had one working) and have her blow you. The only seat available in the front row though was surrounded by a bunch of old creepy guys. The idea of masturbating near them was....well....gross.

So you stood up and tried to find an inconspicuous seat to put your plan into action. In the meantime the men surrounding the stage could be heard hootin' and hollerin'. They were throwing money on stage like you'd never seen. Rochelle never lost sight of you though; her expression made it clear that she was dancing just for you and that she would stop the moment you shot your load. Finally, you found a seat in the back. Seeing that there weren't any strippers that anyone would have considered attractive, you decide to masturbate yourself while you watch Rochelle gyrate her hot body to a room full of gross men.

Rochelle was, as she once had told you before, half Caucasian and half American-American. She had gorgeous chocolate skin, blue eyes, and beautiful straightened hair. Her tits were rather large, C-cup perhaps, but they were perky. They stood up and out without needing a bra or any other support. She had a small waist with a diamond studded belly button ring. Her pussy was trimmed and her legs were long. She had the most fantastic ass though. It was so large that you couldn't grab it with one hand. It still looked hot though. Watching her sway it from side to side almost caused you to cum right off the bat.

As the other patrons noticed you they would pull over the bouncer, presumably to have you thrown out. It seems like the bouncer would explain who you were as just seconds later the person would not only drop their objections, but they would lose interest in Rochelle. They went from yelling at her and throwing dollar bills to refilling their drinks and playing on their phones.

Apparently, upon learning that Rochelle was only there to get you off, they lost all sexual interest in what was happening.

After a few more minutes of her bending over and shaking her tits towards you, you shot your wad onto a waitress passing by. This place was such a dive though that you didn't care about apologizing or making conversation with the waitress. You gathered your items and went to leave the strip joint before you caught sight of an interesting scene.