by P. T. Macias
She must be a stripper, damn she’s hot. The girl looks like she’s in a hurry. Damn, she’s a beauty.
Fuck!
I have a gut feeling that she’s hiding something.
She walks towards the back door; there’s decent lighting. I look at her heart-shaped face, taking in her huge eyes and a small nose. She nervously bites her lower lip.
I know that she hasn’t seen me standing next to the trees.
Fuckingtastic!
That face is beautiful; she looks innocent.
Yup, she’s a stripper.
That pisses me off.
She looks too sweet and innocent to be here.
The girl must have a good reason.
Maybe she’s a bartender.
Fuck, where did that motherfucker come from?
The medium height man jumps in front of her, grabbing her hand.
“Hey Barbie, I’m here to see you, and I want a lap dance after your hot number,” the man says pulling her close.
Barbie pulls her arm, trying to escape, but he holds her tight, digging his fingers into her arm.
“Leave me alone! You need to pay for the lap dance on the floor, talk to the bouncer,” Barbie huffs.
“Hell, that’s not all I want,” the man says, pulling her closer.
“Let me go,” Barbie pulls at her arm, pushing with her other arm.
“Not until I get a kiss,” the man says, chuckling.
Motherfucker!
I walk over to them, stopping next to the man, getting in his face. The man's eyes widen with fear and anger.
“Let the lady go,” I growl, grabbing his neck, pushing him against the wall.
“What the fuck! You son of a bitch mind your own business,” the man yells, glaring at me.
“It is my business, don’t ever come near her,” I say, shoving him aside.
“Fuck you,” the man snarls, walking away.
“Oh my God, thank you,” Barbie says, wide-eyed, holding her bag close to her chest.
“No worries, are you ok,” I ask her, looking into her worried brown eyes.
“Yeah, I am. I was so scared,” Barbie says, looking at me. She smiles a small trembling smile.
“I’m glad to hear that,” I say, smiling.
“I’m Barbie,” Barbie says, extending her small hand.
I take hold of Barbie’s hand in both of mine, I marvel at how soft her skin is, and how good she smells. I shake my head and break out of my daydream.
“I’m Ice,” I say, gazing into her eyes.
“Thank you, Ice, I need to go inside,” Barbie says, smiling.
“I’ll see you inside,” I say, nodding.
“Yes,” Barbie says, pulling her hand.
I watch her get into the club, clenching my hands.
Fucktastic.
It’s been years that a girl stirs any emotion in my dead soul. This girl fucking lights it up, and she’s a fucking stripper.
Yeah, it's craptastic.
I don’t fucking like it.
I need to finish looking outside so I can get inside to do what I’m supposed to do, check out the joint.
Eight
Ashley
I walk into the club, walking down the hallway. I look out into the floor before I walk into the dressing room.
The strip club is jammed packed like always, which is good because I’ll get more tips, but it’s terrible because there are more dudes to fight off.
Yeah, that’s what I hate about my job, the men that want to touch me, and of course, that I strip. I don’t like it, but it’s good money. I know that nobody knows who I am. My name at the Dolls strip club is Barbie.
I walk down the hall towards the dressing room to get ready for my dance routine.
I already inserted my brown color eye contacts at home to change my blue eyes. I pull on a blonde wig, apply makeup, and outfit. It’s a new me. Yeah, nobody recognizes me.
As a naughty extra, when I created this persona, I did get a belly button piercing.
It takes me thirty minutes to get ready; I look at the mirror, turning to check that everything looks good.
Yeah, the thong barely covers my girly parts, but it works. The asshats go crazy. My outfit is a dark vibrant red, and it’s sexy as hell.
I look at the small bra, barely covering my nipples sighing. It doesn’t really matter because I take it off. I shrug nodding. I walk out of the dressing room to wait for my turn. I look out into the audience to check out the men.
“Hey, Barbie, what’s up,” Ronnie walks up to me, sliding his arm around my waist, pulling me close, and stares down at me. He’s the Dolls club manager and is always trying to get with me. He’s tall, slender, and has brown eyes.
The girls love him, and they’re always ready for his attention. He’s okay, not my type, and I don’t want anything to do with him. I’m not here to fuck around with the manager. I’m here to earn me some money.
It is not happening!
Nodgecock.
I look over at him, nodding, taking a small step back to get further away from him. I don’t want to be close to him.
“Hi Ronnie, I’m waiting for my turn. It looks like the house is packed,” I say, looking out into the crowd, a group of young college dudes.
Those, in my opinion, are the worst because they’re so damn spoiled, and they feel entitled to get what they want.
Not!
I’m not at their disposal!
I dance.
Yeah, I strip.
I do a lap dance!
I don’t do screwing.
I know that I’m lucky that some son of a bitch hasn’t tried to rape me.
Thank the lord!
I look at Berry, finishing up her dance routine.
“Good, go do your thing,” Ronnie says, taking the step to get closer to me. He slides his arm around my waist, pulling me closer to him.
I look at him, trying not to show how pissed off I am. This nodgecock just can’t take a hint.
“Okay, I need to get out because that’s my cue to start,” I say, smiling at him.
I don’t want to get him mad because he’s my boss, Nodgecock.
“Right, maybe we can have a drink later,” Ronnie says, smirking. He's freaking huge teeth gross me out, and his hair looks oily.
Cher walks up as I go out onto the stage.
“The men are wild tonight,” Cher says, grinning.
“Right,” I say, nodding.
I look at Ronnie, smiling a small smile as I walk away to get on the stage.
I forget all about Ronnie, as soon as the music starts. I start doing my dance routine dancing down the stage to connect with the men smiling.
I look out into the floor like I always do to get a feel of their vibe. I look at the men moving slow, sensually around the stage.
That’s when I see him, the gorgeous man ever, Ice. Yeah, the biker. He’s fucking hot; his dark eyes draw me.
Ice gazes into my eyes, lifting his chin in greeting, his lips turn up in a lazy sexy smile leaning back in the chair.
Oh, my God!
That biker is too cute for his own good.
I continue to dance in front of him, running my hands slowly as I gyrate up my stomach, over my breasts, and up my neck, biting my lower lip, throwing my head back. I turn around, looking over my shoulder as I walk away, winking at him.
I shake my ass, gyrating my hips, causing the fringe of my small black skirt to sway as I move, exposing my firm round ass.
Yeah, I’m wearing a thong, but it only covers my front.
Yes, I have to turn around one more time to look at him. I get a good vibe from Ice; I feel him, and his soul.
I dance my way to the pole to start the routine. I wrap my legs around the pole pulling myself up. I slide down a little, twirl on the pole, wrapping my body around the pole.
At the moment, I forget about where I am, and I enjoy the thrill of swinging on the pole, of connecting to my biker. The people in the club fade awa
y, and it’s only Ice and me. I’m dancing for him.
My dance lasts a good twenty minutes, the asshats go crazy, but my hottie stares at me with intense dark eyes.
I beam, staring at the Ice as I take off my bra, running my hands through my hair. I slowly run my hands down my body, and I cup my breasts for a minute, gazing into his eyes.
I see Ice gasp, his eyes move over my body, taking me in.
I want Ice like I never wanted a man before.
I get close to the men to get the tips that they’re anxious to give me. I smile, throw air kisses to Ice.
Ice raises his hand, grinning acts like he’s catching the kisses.
That freaking makes me happy.
At the end of my routine, I get off the stage. I walk over to the dressing room, and I pull on my bra, looking at myself in the mirror.
Yeah, I look like a fucking slut.
I feel so dirty.
I wonder what Ice thinks of me now.
Yeah, I know that he enjoyed the dance, the fact that he got to see me braless, but what does he think of me?
My heart sinks, my soul flutters.
Nine
Wyatt
Fuck, I need to hurry if I’m going to check her out because I know that she’s going to be on stage.
I hurry up to check out the rest of the property. I walk to the front door, pulling it open.
The tall, muscular bouncer stops me, looking me over.
Yeah, of course, we’re not wearing our cuts because we don’t want to call attention to our visit. The bouncer nods and I walk inside, adjust my eyes to the dim lights.
Damn, this place is really dark. I look at the setup, the lighting, and the patrons. I look at the bar that looks small for the size of the club. The bartenders appear to be working fast.
Then I turn to look at the room, the stage, the patrons. I’m taking it all in. I see Bruiser and Nicolas at the table at the front.
Yeah, of course, they would get the front table.
I walk over to where they’re sitting. I slide onto the seat next to Bruiser. I lean back, looking at the stage.
“We got the beers,” Nicolas says, looking at the stage.
“Thanks,” I say, nodding.
The girl dancing is a tall girl with huge fake tits. I look at her, shake her ass, and at the way she flirts with the men.
The barmaid walks over, placing the beers on the table. I take the bottle, taking a pull.
I turn to look at some of the girls doing some lap dance, and then I see some of them going to the side wall where there are several doors.
It looks like that’s where they give a VIP lap dance, and I fucking hope that that’s all they’re doing.
An hour later, I see the girl dance onto the stage.
“The next favorite is Barbie,” the man on the speaker announces.
That can’t be her real name, it never is.
Barbie?
Fuck no!
My body roars to life, and I can’t fucking stand it.
Today is not the right time, place, or date.
I’m here on business.
Today is the anniversary of Laura’s death.
I can’t be interested in this girl.
I can’t peel my eyes away from Barbie. I watch her dance slowly and sensual, turning me on to the next level.
Barbie routine is hot; she plays on the pole for a few minutes, and then she takes off her top. She has such beautiful perfect breasts. My cock instantly gets hard.
Fuck!
She’s fucking hot.
I watch her, my eyes focused on Barbie, and watching the motherfuckers slide the money in her thong. Lots of the men throw the money on the stage.
Barbie is fucking awesome.
A few minutes later, she ends her routine, but I want more.
I need more.
I need to talk to her.
I watch Barbie walk off the stage after collecting the money. I see the man walk to her; he looks like the manager.
Nicolas leans over, chuckling taps my arm.
“Ice, I got you a lap dance with that Barbie girl,” Nicolas says, laughing. He looks at me, raising his eyebrow, nodding.
I didn’t even see him leave to set it up.
“Motherfucker, not a good idea,” I say, grabbing the beer bottle. I take a pull looking at the back of the room for her.
“Fucking yes, it is time. I’ve never seen you so interested in a girl,” Nicolas says, grinning, looking to the back of the room.
“Fuckingtastic,” I say, watching Barbie walk over to me.
Fuck!
My damn cock is hard as a steel rod, and I know that I can’t touch her. I’m fucking going to die.
Barbie stands in front of me, smiling, gazing into my eyes.
“Ice, it’s a pleasure to dance for you,” Barbie says, starting to do the lap dance.
Nicolas and Bruiser holler, pumping their arms, enjoying the show.
“Barbie,” I growl, feeling her firm breasts brush against my chest.
My hands itch to grab her ass, to pull her closer to my aching flesh. I want to take her delicious breasts in my mouth and suck her sweet nipples.
This girl has me in knots.
My mind is all messed up.
Barbie leans close to me, straddling my legs. She grinds into my hard cock, gazing into my eyes. I can see her heated eyes, and the small smile as she rubs against me.
“Ice, you’re so damn hot,” Barbie says, moving her lips close to mine but then pulls back. She teases me, flirting, turning me on.
I’m going to explode.
I know that I can’t touch her.
“Barbie, I need you,” I growl, gazing into her eyes.
“Yes,” Barbie says, nodding. She licks her lip, moving from my lap, dancing around me, sliding her hands up and down her perfect body.
She walks behind me, slides her hands down my chest, breathing next to my neck, whispering.
“Call me,” Barbie says, moving away.
“Ok,” I say, grabbing onto the chair to stop from touching her.
Barbie straddles me, smiling leans in.
“212.4442,” Barbie says in my ear.
I grunt as she straddles me, my cock is throbbing, ready to explode. I lower my eyes halfway, nodding.
“Yes, I’ll call you,” I say, groaning.
“Awesome,” Barbie says, holding onto my shoulders.
The bouncer shows up, tapping Barbie’s shoulder.
Fuck!
I know that time is over, and he needs her.
Ten
Ashley
“Hey Barbie, you were great,” Cher says, walking into the dressing room.
“Thanks,” I say, smiling.
“Ronnie has some dudes that want a private lap dance, but you have one on the floor,’ Cher says, rolling her eyes.
“Oh yeah? I don’t like doing private lap dances,” I say, raising my eyebrow.
Cher shrugs, pursing her full red lips.
“Yeah, you need to talk to him, but it’s a lot of money. Go and do the one on the floor, it’s table # 7 the guy in the middle chair,” Cher says, grinning.
“Oh, okay, I’ll figure out the VIP,” I say, walking out into the club.
Oh, my God!
It’s Ice that I’m doing the lap dance!
I’m so excited; I hurry to get to him. I smile at him, and I start to do the best sexiest lap dance ever.
I walk up to him, smile, lean down closer, gazing into his eyes.
“Ice, it’s a pleasure to dance for you,” I say, licking my lip. I start to do the lap dance straddling him.
His friends start to yell, waving their arms, enjoying the dance.
“Barbie,” Ice growls as I rub my firm breasts against his hard chest.
I gaze into his lustful heated eyes falling into his soul. I rub against his cock, gasping as heat shoots through me.
I’ve never been turned on by any lap dance. This hot biker is grabbing my hea
rt.
I lean in close, grinding against his cock, and then I move away, dancing around him.
“Ice, you’re so damn hot,” I say, moving my lips close to his, then I pull back. I tease, flirt with him watching him close.
He looks so damn turned on.
Ice’s jerks, fighting the desire to grab me. I can see it in his eyes.
“Barbie, I need you,” Ice growls, gazing into her eyes.
“Yes,” I say, nodding. I lick my lip, moving from Ice’s lap, dancing around him. I slide my hands up and down his hard body.
I walk behind Ice sliding my hands down his chest, breathing next to his neck, whispering.
“Call me,” I say, moving away.
“Ok,” Ice gasps, grabbing onto the chair to stop from touching me.
I straddle him, smiling I lean in close to his neck.
“212.4442,” I say in his ear, feeling Ice shudder.
Ice grunts as I straddle his legs, feeling his cock is throbbing, ready to explode. I gaze into his eyes, biting my lip
“Yes, I’ll call you,” Ice says, groaning.
“Awesome,” I say, holding onto his shoulders.
A minute later, I feel the tap on my shoulder. I turn to look at Pete. Yeah, the bouncer.
It’s Nodgecock!
“Time is up,” Pete, the bouncer, taps my shoulder tilting his head to move.
I smile at Ice, gazing into his eyes. I wave as I turn away to walk back to the dressing room.
I walk into the room, over to my corner, to adjust my bra and wig. I grab the red lipstick to freshen up, looking into the mirror.
I’m so excited about Ice because I feel that he’s someone special.
Eleven
Ashley
I walk over to Ronnie to get the room. He takes my arm and walks down the hall with me.
“You’re going to workroom four and remember it’s just a lap dance. Pete will be outside the door if you need him,” Ronnie says, nodding.
“How do I call him,” I ask, straightening my back. I don’t want him to know that I’m fucking nervous.
I remind myself that I’m Okay. Everything will be okay.
