The View From My Knees

I didn’t think any of those strip club stories happened in real life. I always figured they were just stories from Penthouse Forums that had trickled out into the grapevine. I had been to strip clubs a few times before. The girls often told me how cute I was, but I just considered that a part of the flirtation that goes with the job. It was fun and sexy, but nothing noteworthy had ever happened.

At least, not until I met this stripper.

My male companion and I were ready for a sexy night of watching women getting naked on stage. There were a few good looking girls dancing along with a few that weren’t so good looking. But then she came onstage. Right away I noticed a difference. As the tall thin beauty positioned herself onstage the pulsating beats of Nine Inch Nails began to play. She moved skillfully in shiny knee high red boots. She ran her fingers through medium-length black hair that had hot pink streaks in it. Her dance routine was sexy, violent, and almost acrobatic at times. I was mesmerized. “She’s the one I want.” I stated.

Soon my gothic beauty started making the rounds and I snatched her up. She took both of us back into the VIP room so he could watch as she danced for me. She began her dance and I became aroused as she rubbed against me. Her hands went to my breasts and she commented on how much she liked them. She reached under my shirt and played with my nipples. Then she peeled off my shirt and rubbed her tits against mine. I could feel the moisture between my legs. I was having a hard time keeping my hands to myself. “You can touch me,” she said. I placed my hands on her thighs and slid them up to her tight ass.

“You should kiss her,” my thoughtful male companion suggested. She looked at me for approval and when I consented she slid her tongue into my mouth. My hands ran along her body as she writhed against me. That was when the song ended.

I can’t even begin to describe how disappointed I was that it was over. “Do you want another dance?” She asked. “Oh yes,” was my eager response. She started again, exactly as we had left off. This time she went even further, rubbing my wet pussy through my pants. We continued like this through one or two more songs before she had to leave to go back on stage. I was so horny I could hardly contain myself. My companion and I left quickly. I needed his cock inside of me, and I needed it soon.

About a month later we went back to the club. As I’d hoped, she was there. I hadn’t even been paying attention to the girls on stage until I head the unmistakable sounds of Nine Inch Nails pulsate through the club. I turned toward the stage and there she was. I was getting wet just watching her. I couldn’t wait for the song to be over so I could have her all to myself.

Finally, her performance ended and I waited impatiently for her to come out from the back of the club. When she did, I was pleasantly surprised to see that she remembered me. “I was hoping I’d see you again,” she said. And so it began again. She pulled off my shirt and licked my nipples. She flicked my nipple ring with her tongue and rubbed my crotch over my pants. She slid her hand down my pants until she reached my freshly shaven pussy. She moaned with delight and turned toward my boyfriend. “Your girlfriend has a great pussy. I love how that clit just pokes out, just asking to be rubbed and sucked.” She played with my clit a little before sliding her fingers into my pussy. I closed my eyes and just enjoyed her touch.

I received a few more dances from her that night, all equally as hot. Before we left that night she gave me her phone number and told me to call her to arrange a “private dance.” Unfortunately, I lost that phone number before I got a chance to use it, but I did see her one more time.

I finally went back to the club several months later with a group of friends to celebrate my birthday. I hadn’t expected her to be there, although I secretly hoped she would be. My friends bought me a few dances with some very pretty girls shortly after we arrived. One girl, a barely legal blonde, let me feel her beautiful fake breasts after I mentioned that I was curious about them. I was having a great time and almost didn’t even miss my special dancer. That is, until I heard the DJ announce her name. I stopped joking around with my friends and gave my full attention to the girl on the stage.

When she came out after her dance she smiled and walked over to me. “You never called.” I blushed. “I know, I lost your number. But I decided to come back for my birthday so that I could get a special birthday dance.”

She smiled. “Oooh, it’s your birthday? This calls for a very special dance.” And with that she grabbed my hand and led me into the VIP room. She started slow, rubbing against me gently. Soon she was standing above me, one foot on each arm of my chair. Her thong covered crotch gyrated within a foot of my face. To my delight, she pulled her panties aside and danced even close, so that her beautiful pussy was only inches from my face. I longed to reach my tongue out and taste her, but I wasn’t sure if she would let me and I was too shy to ask. She slid her fingers in and out of her pussy as she danced above me. Soon she climbed down and began to run her hands all over my body. She ran hr hands under my shirt and played with my nipples. Then she made her way down my stomach to my pants. She unzipped them and pulled them down a few inches. I wasn’t wearing any underwear so she started to rub my clit. Slowly she lowered her face to my crotch and began to lick. I was in a state of ecstasy. I closed my eyes and enjoyed my special birthday treat. It wasn’t long before I began to feel that familiar tingling between my legs. “Oh yes,” I said as I felt myself about to come. Her tongue worked fast and furiously on my clit until a shiver went through my entire body and I erupted in climax. I could barely move as she lifted her head from between my legs. She straddled me and gyrated against my still sensitive pussy. I shivered a little. She drew my head to hers and kissed me. I could taste myself on her lips. Just as the song ended she licked my ear and whispered “I have to get back onstage – Happy birthday, sweetie.”

I sat in my chair for a few minutes, regaining my composure. It was getting late so my friends and I left shortly after that. I haven’t been back to that club since. I’m sure she wouldn’t remember me now, if she even still works there. But that’s okay, I still have my memory and it serves me well when I’m alone with my vibrator.