He wants to do something manly.

I really expected to feel remorse. Instead, I felt myself wanting more as his tongue trailed from my mouth down to my nipples. He was already getting ready to go again, and I wasn’t going to stop him. I did, however, want to get more comfortable. “Should we go upstairs?” I asked, feeling his teeth lightly pull on my sensitive skin. He looked up at me, and I saw an idea cross his mind.

“No,” he responded with an air of authority. I wasn’t sure what he had in mind, but I was beginning to worry. “Is your husband coming back soon?”

My eyes narrowed slightly. “No, Tommy, he’s …” I didn’t really know what to say. I certainly didn’t want anyone to know the truth. “He’s out of town, too … for a few days.” Tommy accepted the explanation and I continued, “I’d really rather not do this on the couch again …”

“It’s okay, I have another idea, anyway,” he responded. He moved up and kissed me again. “I want to take you to a strip club.” I think he felt my apprehension, but wasn’t deterred. “It’s called ‘Checkered Pasts,’ and I know a lot of the older guys from school go there on weekends.”

“Well, Tommy, I suppose if you want to, I’m game for anything,” I answered, honestly. I really didn’t want to go home at all. Furthermore, I was still horny. I had never been to a strip club, and the thought excited me. I had no idea what to expect, but I knew deep down, in places that I didn’t want to acknowledge existed, that one way or another, it would lead to some sort of satisfaction for me.

Tommy was absolutely beaming. “This is the best day of my life,” he muttered, to no one in particular. I slid out from underneath him and he sat up. I took a place on my knees in front of him and smiled as his cock came back to attention.

“And it’s only going to get better, baby,” I whispered, just before taking his sticky member into my mouth. I licked and sucked on his head and balls, tasting every inch. In only a few minutes, his hips were bucking against my head and I could feel him beginning to tense up. I ran my left hand up his body and used my right to jerk quickly back and forth up the shaft. Just as he came I pulled my face back and let his cum wash over me. He splattered most of my face and hair and let out a satisfied breath. I didn’t bother wiping myself before climbing back onto the couch and laying my head in his lap.

A few hours later I woke up to Tommy rubbing his cock against my lips. He was masturbating with my face inches from his fast pumping hand. Instead of being revolted, I responded by crawling forward and gently licking his ball sack as he pleasured himself. The slight moisture of my tongue and warm breath was enough to take him over the edge and I felt a second deposit hit my upturned cheek accompanied by a groan from Tommy. He laughed as he watched me run my fingers through the warm goo and crusty remnants of his last ejaculation on my face. “You should probably go get cleaned up. It’ll be time to go soon.”

I sat up and got dressed, still not bothering to wipe my face. I could tell Tommy loved seeing the results of his work plastered on my pretty face. I gave him a quick smile and ran back home to get showered and dressed. It never occurred to me that Paul may have come back, and rightly so. He was still missing. I hurried excitedly through my shower and went to my closet to find something appropriately slutty to wear to a strip club.

I chose a short red dress that I had bought a few years ago but never had the courage to wear. It tied behind my neck and dipped down to my bellybutton in the front, barely covering my tits. I took a moment to admire myself in the mirror, before I heard a knock at the door. Running down, I answered it and let Tommy in. “Wow, Irene. You look amazing.” I thanked him with a deep kiss and handed him the keys.

The club was about half an hour away, near the airport. It was poorly lit on the outside and equally dark as we entered. At the front desk, a topless girl checked our IDs. When I handed her ten dollars for Tommy’s cover charge, she gave us a curious look, but was obviously impressed. Tommy squeezed me a bit tighter as we entered, passing a sign that said, “No Bouncers Tonight.” I didn’t really know what that meant, but forgot about it quickly as we entered the smoky main stage area.

It was a small, crowded room with a large stage at the front. On it, a girl was already naked, swaying to the beat of the loud music. I was the only female in the audience, and almost every set of eyes fixed on me as Tommy and I made our way to a small table near the back. Another topless girl came to our table and took our drink orders without checking Tommy’s ID. A few hours passed; neither of us did much talking. We were both mesmerized by the girls that took the stage. None of them were ugly, but I was by far the prettiest girl in the club, and I took a small measure of pride in that. Occasionally, Tommy would ask for a few dollars from me and go up to tip one of the girls. All the men, including Tommy, would let their hands wander when they gave money to the girls. At least once, Tommy let two of his fingers slide into a dancer’s pussy. I was sure that wasn’t allowed, but nobody seemed to be concerned.

As time went on, I felt myself getting more and more drunk. Each time Tommy would take money to the stage, he would come back and we’d spend a few minutes making out until he was ready to do it again.

As Tommy became drunk, he became bolder: slipping a hand underneath the fabric of my dress to play with my tits or pussy. It was really turning me on. Through it all, men would intermittently look back at me, winking, nodding, and sometimes using cruder gestures to get my attention. One man, in particular, at a table alone near the stage caught my eye. He was older and unshaven, and was clearly masturbating under his coat. Again, I knew this couldn’t be allowed, but nobody else minded. I could see him staring directly at me as his hand moved silently out of sight. I met his gaze and smiled, again proud that I was arousing him more than the naked woman shaking and jiggling all around him.

Tommy noticed this too. Instead of being jealous, he whispered into my ear with his hand under my dress, “Why don’t you go over there? Give him a lap dance or something.” I pulled my head back and looked in shock at Tommy, but the idea got me even hotter. Tommy could feel my reaction.

“Are you sure? I mean, is that even allowed?” I whispered back, as though that was the only thing keeping me from throwing myself at the masturbating stranger. Tommy nodded and kissed me.

“I don’t think there are any rules here tonight,” he responded, “Besides, I think it’ll be hot.” I looked back at the man who was still staring at me. I bit my lip and disengaged from Tommy. As I turned to walk toward the man, I felt Tommy give me an encouraging slap on the ass, pushing me forward. I could feel the eyes of each man I passed on me, wondering where I was headed.

Finally, I reached the man. He smelled like smoke and weed. It was too dark to really make out any of his features, but I forged ahead, “Hi, I’m Irene,” I said, unsure of how to proceed, “I saw you watching me over there and wondered if I could give you some company.”

“Irene? That’s not much of a stripper name,” he answered, “How much for a lap dance?” I shifted nervously. I hadn’t really considered that. Was I supposed to charge him something? I didn’t even know how much strippers normally charge for something like that. Sensing my ignorance, the stranger answered his own question, “How about five bucks?” He pulled out a crisp bill and shoved it into my hand. I took it and stood there, again unsure how to proceed. “Well, I paid you, honey, get to work.” He took my hand and pulled me into his lap. Instinctively, I started gyrating to the beat, feeling his erection through his coat

I closed my eyes and began to slip out of my dress, slowly. As my tits came free, I could hear a collective gasp from the tables around us. The stranger moved his hands up and roughly cupped my breasts, massaging them and driving me crazy with lust. I turned slowly to face him, taking care to let my body brush against his chest. I was straddling his lap now, bouncing to the music as he placed his hands on my hips. He slid my dress up over my head and tossed it aside. I was fully naked and more or less at this man’s mercy.

He took a finger and slid it into my pussy. I offered no resistance as he gently explored me before withdrawing his finger and bringing it to my mouth. I licked it hungrily, tasting myself. He brought his hands behind my head and guided my lips to his.

While we kissed, I felt the familiar sensation of cock finding the entrance to my pussy. Again, I offered no resistance. When he realized I wasn’t going to fight him, I felt his lips curl into a smile around mine.

The **** with which he initially thrust into me was a welcome shock. Soon, I was bouncing happily on him, my tits rubbing against him, my tongue securely in his mouth. I felt his hand wrap around my hair and give a sharp tug, causing me to pull away from his kiss and let out a soft cry. He used his tongue to flick my nipples. I shuddered in delight, not breaking the rhythm of our fucking. I picked up the pace of my bouncing, knowing my orgasm would come soon.

I didn’t disappoint myself, letting the feeling wash over me. I moaned loudly and happily; around us, I heard a raucous round of applause. Coming down from my high, I looked at the man still pumping inside of me and smiled. I could tell he wasn’t going to hold out much longer either. He pushed me off of him unceremoniously dumping me onto the floor. I landed with a start and heard the applause turn to laughter. The stranger was aiming his cock at me, ready to cover my naked body with his cum. I felt the blood drain from my cheeks. I didn’t want this stranger’s cum all over me. Just in time, I dove out of the way, as he sprayed down the floor with his thick liquid. Before I could react I saw him use his boot to push my earlier discarded dress over the mess. Hopping up, I glared at him, “I guess five bucks doesn’t get you what it used to,” he chuckled at me. In a huff, I left the dress where it was and began to leave his table.

As I began to make my way back to Tommy, the color finally rushed back into my cheeks. Every step I took, men in the crowded room took the opportunity to grope and pinch at me. A few were generous to push some more crumpled bills into my hands while I tried not to make eye contact. I wasn’t embarrassed exactly, but I wanted more than anything to get back to my seat and let Tommy wrap his arms around me in comfort.

Unfortunately, before I could get that far, a large man blocked my path. “Listen, honey,” he addressed me, “You were a real hit out there. If you want to make some real money, come with me.” He motioned to the back rooms into which I had seen some of the other girls take men. “Just hear me out,” he continued, and flashed a few hundred dollar bills in front of my face. I considered it briefly, but he took my hesitation as an invitation and grabbed me by the arm, leading me to the back. I didn’t have any energy left to fight and went along willingly, unsure of what I would have to do to earn his money. I wasn’t even sure who this man was, but that seemed like status quo for this place. All the girls seemed completely willing to be led by strange men as long as there was cash involved; it would have been odd for me to act any differently.

When we got to the entranceway of the “private” area, I took a quick glance back to where Tommy was. He didn’t even notice that I hadn’t found him. He was too busy digging money out of my purse for a lap dance. I sighed as the stranger tugged me through the door.