by Heidi Hunter
With six other dancers working, the dressing room was almost full. I made my way to the station I shared with two other women. Neither worked weekends, which suited me fine. Like most of the guys, I found little to like in the other strippers. Almost all of them were poor, like me. I was lucky in that I hadn’t been knocked up. Without children, I still had a chance for a future.
My plan was to make enough money to enroll in a local community college near Lexington. After two years, I’d transfer my credits to a larger school, possibly Indiana University. The idea was to get an idea of what type of degree would be easiest for me to get – not to mention something I enjoyed. Stripping off my clothes and dancing was okay, but once I hit thirty years old, it would be harder to make a living.
“How you doing, Mia?” Tammy, one of the other dancers, asked.
“I’m fine. What about you?”
“Oh, my youngest boy is having problems in school.”
I nodded, hoping she didn’t continue. It wasn’t that I was cold or callous. I had to get into the right mindset in order to make the most money. If I was thinking about Tammy’s children, that would be even more difficult.
“Well, I’m out to the floor,” I said, standing up.
She frowned at me before turning back to her mirror, but I didn’t really care. At thirty-two years old, she was the oldest dancer in the club and had to get really dirty to make the same amount of money as someone like me who was over half a decade younger. I made my way out of the dressing room and into the darkness of the club.
The music was loud as fuck, but I’d learned how to talk to men with just a glance. Sometimes it took a shake of my tits or bending over to show my ass. Most of the time I could just look at one of the guys and get them to give me all their money that night. Giving private lap dances to six or seven regular men was nothing like landing one whale, a rich guy who could drop a thousand in a night and not think twice.
Most millionaires who came through the club had been coming for years. I’d gotten to know a lot of them by talking with the other dancers when I first started out. Since learning they were all greedy bitches who didn’t deserve my time, I’d tried to steal some of the whales for myself. After I caught my first one – and made eight hundred dollars in a night for a three hour lap dance – the others hated me.
Or maybe it was just my imagination. The only thing I concentrated on was the fact I was earning money to go to college and get an education. I desired to escape my backwoods life once and for all. While not sure where I would end up eventually, I knew it sure as hell wasn’t going to be anywhere in Kentucky. All I wanted was to spend four or five years saving money for a brighter future.
At twenty-three years old, I had at least that long before the men stopped looking at me with as much interest. The dancing actually kept me in good shape. Shaking my tail feather was productive in more ways than one. I had started off poor as dirt, and I needed to be as smart as possible in order to escape my lower class roots.
Two
Troy
When I turned twenty-one and inherited over seven hundred million dollars, I finally realize the definition of a trust fund baby. The circles of people I interacted with on a daily basis were boring to me. I’d spent twenty-one additional years turning the money into well over two billion dollars through a series of smart and savvy business investments.
At forty-two years of age, I’d become bored with it all. People hated when billionaires complained about anything, so I tended to keep my thoughts to myself. Well, other than the other billionaires and few millionaires I interacted with in person. With so much money, I was able to insulate and protect myself from ordinary people.
In the end, I craved someone who was normal, who could offer me even a little bit of normalcy in a world controlled by my money. Once people realized the amount of my wealth, they invariably treated me differently – especially the escorts. I’d thought about just paying some woman to spend her life with me, or even a group of them, but this idea wasn’t what I really wanted.
The perfect woman for me was on the bottom of the social scale who had a plan and desire for a better life without help from anyone else. After many hours of thought and research, I decided to visit the smaller strip clubs around the country. I visited twelve of them in the Midwest before I spotted a woman worthy of my attention.
I planned to pretend to be an ordinary millionaire. They were more common, but being one would allow me to spend a lot of money if necessary. The right woman wouldn’t care about the cash. She would understand the power struggle between the rich and the poor and have the willpower, strength, and determination to undergo whatever it took to get to the highest levels in society.
Kentucky, of all places, was where I found the first woman to fit my list of wants, needs and desires. Her dark, raven black hair and made-up face were beautiful. The plaid skirt and white blouse were icing on the cake. I could see her taking what she wanted in life. More than anything, I wanted to hear her story. I’d paid to spend time with the most beautiful women in all the world already.
Her name was unknown, but that wouldn’t last long. As I watched her move across the stage like a sexual cat-woman, a desire grew inside me. My dick got hard too, but it was the itch in my brain that made her stand out from all the other hot, young women in the club. Big Joe’s was well known locally from what I could tell. The weekend crowd was similar to what I’d seen elsewhere in the Midwest.
I watched her beautiful, bare breasts swing and sway as she floated across the stage and back to that big, silver pole. She clutched it like it was a giant cock. As she twirled herself around, giving me a better view of her from every angle, the men crowded around the stage cheered. I stayed in the back, in the darkness. If I gave her money, it would be for a private dance.
“Can I help you, baby,” a middle aged blond woman asked.
“Yes, you can.” I pulled out a hundred dollar bill. “Get the dancer on stage to come see me when she’s done.”
A frown appeared on her face for a second, but she took the crisp bill and walked away. I lit up a cigarette and waited for her public dance to end. Giving the older dancer such a big amount for a simple task would let all the other dancers know I had money to blow. All that mattered to me was getting the nameless woman on the stage in a private back room to talk to her.
Three
Mia
After my dance, I headed back to the dressing room to get a drink and catch my breath before I tried to talk someone into a private lap dance in the VIP room. It was the only way I could actually make some decent money. The men I’d seen right in front of the stage left a lot to be desired, but I’d do whatever it took to make money.
“You doing good tonight,” Tammy said as she walked into the dressing room.
I didn’t look away from my image in the mirror in front of me. “Thanks.”
“No, I mean you doing really good. Or about to do better. Some guy in back gave me a hundred to tell you to go see him right away.”
Interested, I looked at her in the mirror. “Is he new?”
“I ain’t seen him before,” she said.
I corrected her grammar in my mind. “Okay, thanks. Can you take me to him?”
“Sure. He’s a whale, for sure.”
I stood up and turned to her with a smile on my face – practice for the stranger who wanted to see me. Whoever he was, he’d given Tammy a hundred to deliver me a message, a very good sign. I followed her through the club to a dark corner. When I saw him for the first time, I was surprised. He looked nice, a lot unlike most of the other customers at Big Joe’s Gentleman’s Club.
“Here you go,” he said, handing Tammy another hundred dollar bill.
She grabbed it out of his hand and scurried away. It was probably the most money she’d made in a single night for at least half a decade. Unlike me, she hadn’t planned for the future. From what I’d been able to observe, it took everything she had just to make the bills every month. A
n addiction to pills didn’t help her. All that left my mind as I concentrated on the man in front of me.
“Nice dancing,” he said. “Have a seat.”
“Okay, daddy,” I said, sitting next to him on the bench.
“Don’t call me that, please.”
“Okay. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t apologize. It’s not your fault. Do a lot of guys ask for that around her?”
I nodded my head, very intrigued by the man. He was well dressed in a suit. His face had clear features that were pleasant to the eyes. Something about his nose – maybe the shape – drew my eyes to it more than once, but it gave him a sense of character, like the actor Owen Wilson. We stared at each other for a full minute, neither of us saying anything.
“I would, however, like to take you to the VIP room for the rest of the night. Will five hundred suffice?”
“Yeah. Come with me.”
I stood then took his hand in mine. He followed me through the sea of tables and horny men. When we got to the VIP section, Barry, one of the bouncers, moved in front of the door and held out his hand. The mysterious stranger appeared to know the deal. Has he been to a lot of strip clubs? I wondered as he pulled out five hundred dollar bills and placed them on Barry’s outstretched palm.
We walked into a nice sized room with a padded bench against three walls. A stereo system was embedded into the wall next to the door. As I closed the door and turned on some music, he moved to the far wall and sat down. When I twirled around, dancing toward him, I noticed how he held himself. His posture was good, but it was his eyes that captivated me.
“Take off your top,” he commanded as he stared at me.
As I took off my blouse, his gaze lowered to my breasts. I was proud of them and pushed out my chest as my top fell to the floor. Slowly, I moved my body in time with the music.
“Come here. Sit on my lap.”
I would normally say hell no and tie up the client with bondage tape so he would stop touching me, but this man was different. His name was still a mystery to me, which made the moment dirtier in a way. I obeyed and climbed onto his lap.
“Tell me about yourself,” he said.
“You want me to talk dirty?” I asked, confused at his request.
“No, tell me about your life. Are you happy? Did you grow up around here? Why are you a dancer?”
“What are you, some kind of blogger or journalist?” I asked, raising an eyebrow as I studied his face.
He laughed. “No, nothing like that at all. I’m just a wealthy man who enjoys the company of younger women – especially when they look as beautiful as you.”
“Aww, thank you.” I was accustomed to getting hit on every single night, but this was different somehow. For one thing, he actually had me captivated. “I grew up around here, and I like to think I’m as happy as anyone else in the world.”
“Good. Happiness is so rare these days.”
“Well, I do have problems, but like I said, I have a plan…”
“Yes,” he interrupted, “Tell me about your plan.”
His hand gently moved up and down my bare back as he stared into my eyes and not at my breasts.
“I’m saving money to get into community college.”
“Interesting. What do you want to study?”
“Well, that’s why I’m going to community college first. I’m not sure what I want to do the rest of my life.”
“It’s not dancing?”
“What? No, silly.” I giggled.
“But you’re happy here?”
“I’m happy right now,” I said, which was the truth.
Uncomfortable with all the questions, I hopped off his lap. A moment later, I bent forward with my hands on his thighs. My breasts hung down in front of his face. He didn’t move, which was different than a lot of the other guys I danced for in the VIP room. From what I’d learned from the other dancers, this meant he had quite a bit of money. He was a refined gentleman.
I stood up and turned around. After slipping out of my short, plaid skirt, I adjusted my red thong panties. Without turning around, I put my hands on his thighs just below his knees and pressed my basically bare ass backward against him. His dick hardened as I rubbed my cheeks against him in time with the music. Then something really surprising happened – he came in his pants as I rubbed against him.
Four
Troy
As soon as I came, I sat up, unable to believe what had just happened. I hadn’t come when dry humping since before college. In all of the strip clubs I’d visited over the last few weeks, it was the first time any woman had been able to bring me to orgasm by simply rubbing and grinding against me. She turned, smiled and kissed me on the cheek. I stood up, my body pressed against hers.
I wanted her badly, but we couldn’t do it in the room with the bouncer outside. She threw her hands around me. Her full, natural breasts pushed against my chest. Even through the thin material of my silk shirt, they were wonderful. I wrapped my hands around her, cupping her ass cheeks. Halfway through the hug, she pulled back a little before kissing me on the lips.
Her soft, wet lips opened, allowing me to stick my tongue into her mouth. The wet spot between my legs was suddenly very embarrassing to me. I stopped kissing her. When her hands dropped to her sides, I stepped back, unable to take my eyes off of hers. She didn’t break eye contact as we studied each other for a moment or two.
“I have to go,” I said.
“It’s okay. It happens to a lot of guys.”
“It’s not that,” I lied. “I have to meet someone at the motel nearby.”
“Oh, okay.”
“Don’t you want to know who?”
“Well, kinda, but I don’t want to be rude.”
“It’s you. I want to see you later after you get off your shift so we can finish this…” I let my voice trail off.
“Finish what?”
“Whatever you want and more. Will another thousand cover your time?”
She nodded, still not breaking eye contact. “It will be late.”
“That’s fine. I want to have a drink and take care of a few things.”
“Can I trust you?” she asked naively.
“Sure. Can I trust you?” I countered.
“Yeah. Totally. I’m not supposed to give out my number, but here you go.”
After I had her digits in my cell phone, I gave her another kiss on the cheek. Well, it started as a simple peck, but I couldn’t get enough of the way her skin tasted. She was special in so many different ways. We were soon kissing passionately once again until the door opened. Before the bouncer walked in to check on us, she pulled away.
“Everything okay?” he asked, looking us both over.
“Yes, it’s fine. Thanks. He’s leaving early.”
“No refunds…” Barry began.
“No worries. She was worth every penny,” I said, hoping the stain between my legs wasn’t too noticeable.
The bouncer left the room. Before she could say anything, I walked to the door.
“I hope to see you later tonight,” I said over my shoulder as I opened it.
“You will,” she said.
On the drive to the nearest motel, I sat in back of the Town Car and thought about the dancer I’d just met. I realized I still didn’t know her name. While I’d manipulated quite a few women over the years, getting them to do my bidding, I didn’t have an urge to screw this young woman over or try to control her. All she was doing was trying to survive, to make her life better.
I wondered what I would have done if I hadn’t been a trust fund baby, if I hadn’t been blessed with advantages over ninety-nine percent of the rest of the population. Those thoughts quickly faded as my mind was invaded by images of her – those perfect breasts and the way she moved. I even loved the sound of her voice, that faint Kentucky accent. I sent her a text message with the address of the motel and my room number. As I waited, I poured a whiskey on the rocks and got undressed so I could take a lo
ng, hot bath.
Five
Mia
I arrived at the motel a half hour after my shift ended. As I walked down the hall toward his room, my heart beat faster than normal. Nervousness poured over me. What if he doesn’t like me? Can I do what he asks? The questions flew through my mind as I raised my tiny fist and knocked on the door. A moment later, it opened.
He had on a black robe, which was open, showing his sculpted chest and abs. The long, silk pants he had on were the same color. I walked into the room after he stepped aside. After he shut the door and locked it, he turned to me with a smile on his face. Even before he said anything, I could smell whiskey in the air around him.
“I’m glad you made it. Come in. You want a drink?”
“Yeah, thanks. Whiskey and Coke?”
“My kind of lady.”
I watched his body closely as he crossed the room to a makeshift bar he’d set up on the dresser.
“I’m sorry about the accommodations. There’s not a lot to choose from around here.”
“Tell me about it,” I quipped as I slipped to his side.
“You really want to get out of here, don’t you?”
“So bad. I have a plan.”
“You do, do you?”
He handed me a glass full of caramel colored liquid with ice. I swirled the cubes around a few times before taking a sip.
“Yes,” I said, smacking my lips. “I do. And you’ve helped with my plan.”
“I like to help people.”
I smiled. “You do, do you?”
As he nodded his head, I slipped one arm around his waist and placed my other on his chest after splashing some of my drink onto it. He didn’t complain after I set my glass down and licked his skin. Some of the liquid had run down his chest and stomach. I wasted no time moving to my knees in front of him. When I pulled his silk pajama pants down, his impressive cock came into view.
