How are Claudia and Peter doing back home?

The strip club continued to operate with Jennifer and John away, just about as it had, about as ethically as a strip club could be run.

Peter, John’s nearly life long friend, was the assistant manager. They had worked together at a prior job for years, with John in lower management, and with Peter lusting after Jennifer and Claudia at every opportunity.

His own marriage had ended, his wife having divorced him for a high school lover she had never stopped fucking. Peter wanted Jennifer and Claudia, but while he had managed to date strippers at the club, he hadn’t had either of his long term crushes in bed.

Claudia had worked with Peter and John as well, and had carried a big crush on John. And when Jennifer had tried to get John into the swinging life she wanted, she had basically played matchmaker with him and his beautiful young coworker.

Claudia being invited to John and Jennifer’s bed was how the story got to this point.

To keep the club running as it was designed to now, Peter ended up working more shifts than normal as John was away. He worked every day John and Jennifer were gone, and was pulling twelve hour shifts.

A business like this was full of chances for illegal activity, and John had managed to turn it around, and they wanted to make sure it stayed that way.

It was exhausting, but it truly didn’t bother him, Peter was about as big a pervert as he could be, so being around beautiful and nearly naked women? He would happily do that every night.

On breaks Peter would pull up the surveillance system in the club and watch the dancers work, as to keep an eye on operations, and also to perv on them. And they had a lot of high resolution cameras.

Or he would watch porn on his laptop in the manager’s office, and watch videos he had found of Jennifer and Claudia fucking. He wasn’t allowed to fuck strippers in the club, but it didn’t stop him from watching them fuck in old videos.

He had been divorced in the last year, with his wife leaving him for another man, and starting work with John had reinvigorated him. He had quit his regular 9-5 job to work at the club, and now enjoyed his work and made quite a lot more money.

And while sex at the club was off the table now, Peter now dated strippers on the regular. They spent nights at his apartment more nights than they didn’t, and sometimes he fucked them two at a time.

It was nothing long term, all of them knew nobody was actually exclusive to anyone, it was just an outlet for them all.

Due to the nature of strip club operation, relationships tended to work better for dancers when they were with staff. When it wasn’t, things tended to get messy.

Outsiders who dated strippers struggled with jealousy, seeing their beautiful girlfriends strip and imitate sex with paying customers. Especially in a state such as where they were, where a lot of contact was legal. Where a customer could touch any part of a stripper not covered by clothing, and the strippers would end up in a thong or g-string at the end of a set.

That meant grabbing the dancer’s ass, groping their tits, and often flirtatious kissing and some tit sucking. Strippers would touch a customer’s cock from outside their pants, and mimic titty fucking them during a song set.

And that was out in the open, in the private booths and the VIP area, things got even more erotic. Not fucking for money erotic, but a lot happened.

Peter wasn’t bothered in this way with girls he was more or less dating. Outsiders could only imagine what happened behind the VIP or private dance curtains, Peter watched it on video. And he was such a massive pervert that when a dancer he was dating was giving a man a lapdance while kissing him, Peter enjoyed it.

He knew the stripper wasn’t going to fuck the guy, but he knew she was going to fuck him later that night. That is why people inside the life had better luck when dating, similar to pornstars marrying pornstars, or Hollywood actors marrying other actors. They could understand in a way outsiders could not.

Even while running the club ethically, the dancers were still there for the money. They still closed a curtain behind them for a private dance. They still closed a door behind them for the VIP room, customers in those spaces still paid them, and paid them more if the stripper did more. There was more money to be earned.

There was still a VIP area in the club, the “champagne room”, where there wasn’t any champagne. So the dancers didn’t fuck customers for money, and there were fewer blowjobs, but a lot still happened in private places. The private booths were still relatively private, and a lot still happened during the dances.

Kissing happened, grinding, brief handjobs, and strippers would led men suck on their tits, and touch them on the outside of their thongs. They were in it for the cash. In a duo lapdance in the VIP or private area, two dancers would have sex, fucking each other while climbing all over a lucky customer.

When a bored housewife came to the club, of the strippers could turn her on, they would get that woman as naked as possible out on the club, and they would full on fuck her in private. But this was less transactional, as lesbian sex just wasn’t viewed in the same way was fucking a man.

In dark corners of the club, dancers would give subtle handjobs to customers, in the VIP and private rooms they would be less subtle about it.

They would do what strippers do for a living, which is convince men and women that they might love them, if only for another lapdance, if only for another $100.

All of that happened, some out in a more open space, and of a boyfriend were in the club he might see it. And fights could happen, which was very bad for business. So when they dated outside the club, boyfriends and husbands if they were married were not allowed in the club. There were parties thrown when they were welcomed, but it was rare.

All of that meant that when a dancer dated an outsider, there were unavoidable problems. The temptations were great, the money was great, and the man waiting at home wasn’t allowed into the club, leaving them to think that his girl was cheating on him.

So the boyfriend at home would end up watching stripper porn, sure that his girlfriend was swallowing cum for a living, and it just didn’t work well most of the time. Fights, accusations of cheating, and a lot of ugly breakups.

So dancers tended to date bouncers, date management, and quite often date other dancers, as a lot of young women ended up lesbian or bisexual. And Peter benefitted from it, he benefitted quite a lot.

He followed John’s rules, he never fucked a stripper in the club, but a lot happened outside of the club. Dancers knew they would have a good schedule if Peter liked them, so in any given week he would fuck two or three of them. He got blowjobs in the parking lot of the club, and he visited their bedrooms as often as they visited his.

Peter had done a lot of self improvement. He dressed better, he got a much better haircut, and he was in a gym adding a few pounds of muscle to what had been a very thin frame.

Peter was more confident, he was getting his cardio in the form of nearly daily sex with young and beautiful women, and he made a lot more money than before.

Claudia was more restrained. She was still in the gym building muscle, and she was getting her cardio through four to five shifts at the club, which was every day at the club with Jennifer gone.

Jennifer had been the most featured dancer at the club for the better part of two years, and with her gone Claudia needed to be there to help keep the customers happy. She didn’t quite have the following Jennifer did, but it was getting close.

Claudia had lost a bit of excess weight, but her tits had not gotten smaller. She figured that in time she would need implants when she lost too much of her excess fat, as to keep her rather large tits perky, but she wasn’t there yet. And not that she was fat, Claudia hadn’t ever been fat, but she just wasn’t as lean as some dancers.

And the paying customers loved it. Claudia had a big and beautiful ass, DD cup tits that were full and perky, and she also still had a bit of the innocence she had before. She was new at this and customers loved her for it, obviously not as jaded as many dancers got, so when she told a customer she liked them, they believed her. And they paid her well.

Claudia didn’t date as other strippers did, she loved John, and she loved Jennifer, so she was faithful to them. Where she had given blowjobs to club staff and fucked Steve in the past, that was all over now. Now she followed the rules, she was as good a girl as she could be under the circumstances.

She didn’t date other men or women, when her night was over at the club she went home to John and Jennifer, to the home she shared with them.

And the three of them did just fine in working out the sexual frustration that can build in a job like they all had. But while Jennifer and John were in another country Claudia didn’t have that outlet, and it did cause a struggle for the beautiful young woman.

She did duo dances with other strippers, and at this point Claudia had embraced her bisexuality. She enjoyed it, she was aroused by these dances, and she would have to change her thong or g-string after some of the dances for being wet, such was her arousal.

Claudia also did as many private dances and VIP work as any other dancer, meaning she was at the same time getting excited with sexual contact, while also not having her normal outlet for working off her sexual frustrations.

She would think of John, feeling a hard cock inside a man’s pants, feel their hands on her tits, their breath on her skin, and their lips on her nipples, and she got quite aroused.

Claudia would touch a man outside of his pants, she would let them suck her tits and grope her body, all of that just as any other dancer would. And it didn’t help the itch she wasn’t able to scratch, if anything, it made that itch worse. She didn’t stretch the rules with handjobs, and she didn’t break the rules with more.

In their life together Claudia rarely went a day without fucking Jennifer or John, and often both. Now she had her sexually charged professional life, and no sexual outlet.

So as the days went by and Claudia didn’t see her lovers John and Jennifer, she genuinely missed them. And she also got more and more sexually excited and frustrated as the days drug on.

On the third night that Jennifer and John were gone, Claudia was giving a lapdance to a very handsome young man, and she was riding him facing away from him.

His hands were on her hips, helping her to simulate fucking him, then his hands found her tits and squeezed them. It was something she needed.

She leaned back and gave him a peck on the lips, but he didn’t do the same. This young man kissed her back, his tongue entering her mouth. And he tasted good, he was a very good kisser, or at least being as horny as she was Claudia thought he was.

As the young man played with her nipples and kissed Claudia, she reached behind her to rub his crotch and give his cock a squeeze as she was grinding on him, and her eyes went wide as she felt a cock in her hand.

It had felt big, but to the touch was different. When she reached back her hand had slipped inside of his pants. Perhaps she had intended to do it subconsciously, but she hadn’t planned it, and it drove her wild to hold his cock in her hand.

It was warm, hot even, and she moaned as she felt it in her hand. She felt her heart beat faster, she felt him open slacks and soon his cock was now fully in her hand, and rubbing against her ass. She could feel wetness on it, knowing it was pre-cum, and Claudia began to slowly jerk him off, in time with grinding in his lap, all the while still making out with him.

He then repositioned the young Latina beauty, lifting her and turning her towards him, as if she weighed nothing at all, he was quite strong.

Claudia was now facing him in his lap, staring into his beautiful eyes, his now fully exposed cock between them. It was big, and she had both hands on it, jerking him off as he took one of her big perky tits in each hand and alternated sucking on each before leaning up and kissing her deeply.

Sue responded well, their tongues working deeply in each others mouths. In Claudia’s mind she imagined it was John’s cock in her hand, and his mouth she was kissing.

Peter was at this moment scrolling through camera feeds, as he enjoyed watching the dancers give lapdances, as each booth had a small camera in it. The light wasn’t great, but the cameras were high quality and made the most of the light in the private booths.

When he saw Claudia and her customer he stopped and his eyes went wide. He changed the feed from nine cameras at a time to just the one, and cast the feed to the big screen TV in the manager’s office, and walked over to it, watching Claudia work. He could see what she was doing, and he could tell she was losing control.

“Getting a bit lonely Claudia?” He said softly as he watched the scene unfold. He smiled, Peter being a massive pervert, watching on video as the man in the booth with Claudia eased her down to her knees in front of him.

Peter panned in, as the camera allowed him to, and used a tablet to tweak the lighting in the private booth area. There were LED lights that could strobe, or be any color they wanted, and they normally changed in cadence with the music being played. He adjusted two lights near Claudia which were just above her on the ceiling, and also two on the floor. He changed the hue to greenish blue, and brightened it a bit, as that helped camera resolution.

He saw that Claudia was now pushing her big tits together, tit fucking the young man, who was laying back a bit, in obvious pleasure. Peter watched as the man touched the back of Claudia’s head and gently pulled, and she leaned in and licked his cock from the base to the tip, her mouth wide open. Her face clearly showed how aroused she was.

“Now now Claudia,” Peter said in a firm tone. “You don’t get to break the rules if I don’t get to.” And as he expected Claudia dropped her mouth onto the young man’s cock, and her head started bobbing.

Peter raised his hand and touched the side of the headset he was wearing, “kill the song, give the NBA playoff game party some airtime, and mention amateur night please…”

On cue, the thumping base faded out, the song ending perhaps a minute early, with the lights coming up a bit in the VIP and private dance areas. The DJ was soon happily announcing upcoming events, as requested, and after a few minutes he announced the next dancer on center stage and the music blared again. But Claudia did not continue with her customer.

This was Peter giving Claudia a moment to think, and a way out, and she took it.

She was breaking the new club rules, and she was John’s woman, the boss. If the rules didn’t apply to her, they didn’t apply to anyone, and John cared about the rules. He wasn’t running a whorehouse. And since John cared, Peter forced himself to care.

He knew the young Latina beauty didn’t much like him, but that wasn’t the point. He was John’s best friend, he had his back. He would keep things on the up and up.

Claudia rose from her knees, staring at the big cock she had in her mouth, in a moment of clarity. The young man pulled a wad of cash out of his pocket, seeing his chance to fuck the beautiful Latin woman was fading.

“$200 baby, let me fuck you and you get $200,” he said in a rushed tone. “Please baby, your mouth felt so good…$300 if you let me fuck that big ass, or if you swallow my cum!”

Claudia frowned, angry with herself.

She was now for all practical purposes married to Jennifer and John. They had stopped swinging and were a happy threesome of a married couple.

They hadn’t all gone on the vacation, as they had planned this out. Claudia didn’t have a hall pass to fuck around while her lovers were out of town.

Jennifer and John went on a trip, then Claudia and John would go, then Jennifer and Claudia. They had regular sex with each other quite often at home, nearly every day. The vacations were meant to have time to stay connected more deeply with just two of them at a time.

And they wanted one of them at the club to make sure things ran as they were supposed to, that it didn’t fall into old habits with drugs and prostitution. And here Claudia was, the one on her knees with a stranger’s cock in her mouth.

Claudia leaned in and kissed the man on the cheek, he had paid for and received a lap dance, their business was done. She could extend any customer she wanted for more songs, but that is what a customer paid for. They paid for one song at a time, that’s it, and Claudia wasn’t going to stay with this handsome young man and his big cock, her mind wasn’t right.

“Sorry baby,” she said in a seductive tone. “That’s as far as it goes…”

With that Claudia gathered her clothing and ducked out of the booth, heading quickly to the dressing room. And when she looked up she saw Peter looking right at her. The manager’s office was elevated and easy to miss, but she knew where to look.

So she wasn’t surprised when he called her to the office at the end of her shift, but he didn’t give her the reprimand the expected.

“Pete, what you saw…I didn't mean it, I’m just missing John and Jenn, and I got all worked up…” she said in a rushed tone when she saw Peter, John’s friend and the assistant manager. “You saw and stopped the song?” She asked him, Peter nodded yes.

She leaned in and hugged him, “thank you, I don’t know what I was doing.”

Peter returned the hug, and moved her hair out of her face, “it’s ok Claudia, it happens. We have to look out for each other here, don’t we?”

He smiled at the warm hug, she was dressed normally, but there was no hiding her beauty.

He pulled her chin up to look into her eyes, and saw she was close to crying, “don’t worry about it, ok? We all have lapses in judgement, I certainly do, I was just looking out for you Claudia.”

She smiled, he was a massive pervert, she could feel his erection on her hip, but he hadn’t made a move, and he had stopped her from making a big mistake. Maybe he wasn’t so bad.

She leaned up and gave him a peck on the lips, “thanks Pete!” She said happily, and with his hands on her waist, up high and not being creepy about it, they spoke on the nights business.

The take was a good one, and while some undercover cops were thought to have been seen, nothing illegal had happened. And the young man who briefly had his cock in Claudia’s mouth wasn’t one of them.

“I’m famished Claudia,” Peter said in a kind tone. “Want to have a late dinner with me?”

Claudia smiled, “maybe I shouldn’t, wouldn’t want to make the skanks you are dating here jealous, would I?”

“Nah, I’m fucking a couple of dancers, nothing special, and not tonight,” Peter replied. “No worries if you don’t want to go, but I’m headed to an IHOP nearby. I need something good to eat.”

Claudia paused as she picked up her bag, then nodded yes, “ok Pete, you have some time left tonight don’t you?” She asked, and he nodded yes. The strippers would leave after they finished their business and their paperwork, turning in the club take on their cash for the night. The manager had to stay and reconcile the books. “Give me a call when you are leaving, I will head home and get cleaned up.”

Peter had to get the money counted, reconcile the books, do a walkthrough to make sure shut down was finished and the club was clean, then get the cash to a night drop. It was a lot of cash, so a couple of bouncers always followed him or John when they made the drop.

As he was leaving the bank he called Claudia, as he knew better than to fuck around and be distracted while dropping the night’s earnings at the bank. It was thousands of dollars, and he had to be as alert as the bouncers shadowing him in their cars were.

“I’m headed to IHOP,” he said softly. “Still up for it Claudia?”

“Sure thing Pete, the one on Lamont right? I’m like ten minutes away.”