Stripper

“TAKE IT OFF.” Shouted a women’s voice, as Hanna seductively danced around a pole on the centre of the stage. She was down to her panties and velvet top, which she teasingly grabbed the hem of the top, lifting it up just a bit, before pulling it back down. Bills were being tossed onto the stage, making almost everywhere where she stepped covered in money.

During the walk back from the mall, Hanna couldn’t get the idea of trying to be a stripper out of her head. The thought was just too exciting not to pass up. She checked her phone, looking up all the nearby ones before she found the perfect one. It wasn’t a regular strip club, it was a lesbian strip club. The thought of women watching her excited her more then the thought of guys watching her. It didn’t take much to convince the manager of the establishment. A little droplet has worked its way out of Hanna, slipping into the manager, making her all too eager to see Hanna up there.

Hanna continued dancing around the pole, moving her body to the sound of the music that played on the speakers. Finally grabbing the hem of her top, she lifted it over her head, revealing her braless chest to the club. All the patrons cheered, as Hanna threw the top above her head, tossing the top towards the back of the stage with the rest of her discarded clothes. The excitement she was feeling right now was so strong, she almost felt like she could cum right there. She hooked her thumbs into her panties, pulling them down just enough so that her pussy wasn’t exposed. The cheers in the club increased, as Hanna teased them. She wasn’t sure if she was teasing the audience or just herself, but she was definitely driving herself wild.

Finally, she pulled the panties off, now completely bare to the whole club. The cheers grew louder, as more money began flying up on the stage. She continued dancing around the stage, wiggling her hips back and forth, her hands running over her body. The music then began to slowly fade, as Hanna took that as her que. she moved towards the back of the stage, the lights growing dim, giving her the chance to pick up her discarded clothes. Once she had everything in hand, she disappeared behind the curtain. She stood still for a moment. Her heart beating a mile a minute, raw adrenaline still pumping through her. Quickly, she redressed herself, moving to the back dressing room, where a whole bunch of other women were dressing themselves up. “That was really good performance for a first timer.” One of the women smirked, looking over to Hanna. “You weren’t nervous or anything?”

Hanna shook her head. “Nope. I loved it. It was quite the experience.” “Well, I hope you decide to come back. I know we all enjoyed it too.” The other women said, as she stood up, winking at Hanna as she moved to the stage. Hanna moved over to the dressing mirror, checking her appearance to make sure nothing got messed up. She ran her fingers through her still vibrant red hair, twirling some of the hair around her fingers. Hanna walked over to the one corner of the room, grabbing her bag, as she made her way out of the dressing room. She moved into the hallway, passing several doors before stopping at one. She knocked on the door, waiting for a response, just as the door opened on its own, revealing the manager sitting at her desk, smiling as she saw Hanna. She was only in her mid 30s. She had long auburn hair that stretched past her shoulders, and a huge rack, that was probably well past the DD. All of her clothes were form fitting, with a white open v neck top, and red yoga pants.

“Hanna, please, step in.” She said. Hanna did what she was told, stepping into the office. The manager then pressed a button on her desk, causing the door to close. “You had quite the moves out there.” She said, standing up from her desk, moving towards Hanna. “There is definitely a job her for you if you want it.” “I’ll definitely consider it.” Hanna beamed. The manager then reached Hanna, wrapping her arms around her. “Your little show got me feeling a little wild too. How about I get my own personal one.” Hanna then felt the managers hand slip down the back of her pants, grabbing her ass, giving it a bit of a squeeze.

Hanna in return reached up for the neck of the shirt, pulling it open just enough to pull the managers left breasts out. With the breast free, Hanna engulfed the nipple with her mouth, causing the manger to coo. “Any chance on the personal show?” The manager asked, smiling down at Hanna. She pulled her mouth away from her nipple, smiling back. She gestured the manager to the lounge couch sitting along the wall of the office. She eagerly walked over to it, tucking her loose breast back into her shirt, sitting down in time to see Hanna standing over her. Hanna began to dance, wiggling her hips back and forth, while running her hands through her hair. The managers breathing grew deeper, as she watched Hanna preform for her.

Hanna moved over to the manager, spreading her legs as she crawled over her. She began grinding her waist against the managers legs, as the manager hands caressed Hanna exposed sides. Her hands then slipped underneath Hanna’s top, slowly lifting it up, exposing her perky little breasts. The manager wasted almost no time, as she lunged into Hanna’s chest, devouring her nipples. “I thought you wanted..... he he....a show.” Hanna giggled. “To hell with it. I want you now.” The manager replied. Hanna ripped off her top, as the manager pulled away long enough to take hers off. She then fell back along the length of the lounge, allowing Hanna to crawl on top of her. “Take me.” The manager whispered seductively.

30 minutes later, the manager laid passed out on the couch, still naked, with a large satisfied grin on her face. Hanna stood next to the couch, putting on her pants, dressed backed up in her top and panties. She turned over to the manager, smiling as she quiet grabbed her one leg, moving it so it was resting on the floor, exposing her pussy. Hanna leaned in close, the strong aroma still lingering off it, tempting Hanna to eat it up again. But she resisted the urge. “Come out Carrie. We have to go soon.” For a moment, everything was quiet, before the manager began to softly giggle, her hips quivering, as a little green droplet emerged from her pussy. Hanna placed her hand on the managers waist, the little droplet moving onto her palm. Hanna looked at the droplet, as it seemed to stare back at her. “Hard to believe a little piece like that can make a women do all sorts of things. If only I could do that.” Suddenly, Hanna felt her insides beginning to quiver, while feeling a slimy mass growing in her pants. Pulling open the waist of her pants with one hand, she looked down to see the slime enveloping her waist, with it traveling down her legs and up her torso. “What are you doing Carrie?” Hanna asked, never seeing anything like this before. No reply came, and just as Hanna opened her mouth, a tendril of slime came out the back of her throat.