I am a stripper. The work is easy, making money even more. A lot of men and you would be surprised how many women also get turned on by watching strippers disrobe and they pay generously for a few minutes of strong emotions. We each have our routine designed to entice customers to dole out the dough. Each stripper gets about 15 minutes of fame on stage, the time for 3 songs she chooses to go from fully dressed to nothing or just a flimsy G-string. Some strip clubs have a rule that the girls don’t remove their G-string. Others the girls are completely naked. At our club removing the G-string is optional. Once naked or almost naked the girl uses the dance pole to reveal her most intimate curves. That usually brings her to about half way through her routine. She then has about 7 or 8 minutes to work her admirers for tips. That’s when she makes her money. The club doesn’t pay her a salary. I bet you didn’t know that. She pays the club a management fee. So each girl has her special way of enticing patrons’ largesse. Take Sky for instance. She goes for the blustery man at the center of attention of his group of friends. She cups her breasts and gets another girl to pour a glass of champagne between them into his waiting mouth, while his friends cheer him on. Well, what do you think that buccaneer pays for this? Chloe goes for the lonely, tough looking type who pretends he is not interested in what is going on. He usually is sitting on the edge of the dancing floor smoking a cigarillo which he holds as if it were the tip of a woman’s breast. She descends from the pole and roles over her naked body bathed by the floodlights towards her prey. She wraps her slender long legs around our tough guy’s neck. Temptation always gets the best of the best of them. Chloe plays perfectly her part in his fantasy. She plays the part of the stripper who her own challenge to seduce him even though he is unflinching like steel. With her legs on his shoulders she inches her way till her crotch is a millimeter from his mouth. Then resting on her elbows she whispers in a hot throaty voice: “how would you like to run your cock up and down the slit of my waiting cunt and back in the crack of my ass?” Then she flips over and spreads the cheeks of her ass where he inserts his folded bill. She thanks him by giving him a kiss on the lips, retrieves the money and sashays her way across the dance floor dragging her dress. Daniela removes her g-string and completely naked she gives the customer an unbelievable lap dance, all the while fixing her eyes on her “boyfriend” who just happens to be at the club that night. The crowds are usually dead silent watching this drama unfold: a completely naked gorgeous girl who looks just like the girl next door they fantasized about as teenagers sharing her body with this stranger in front of her boyfriend. She takes hold of one of her boyfriend’s hands and one of her customer’s and runs them barely touching her hot skin up and down the whole length of her body, all the while staring in to her boyfriend’s eyes. The music stops they both break into laughter: “did you enjoy that hon?” she asks addressing both. She picks the money from the paralyzed customer’s hand and walks up on stage to the back exit without bothering to cover her naked body. Strip clubs have some house rules. When a girl takes you to the VIP lounge as she closes the door and gets ready she tells you what you can and can’t do. “Now you touch my privates and my boys will pick you and throw you out in a heartbeat. I will pick your hands and let you touch me. If you get hard I’ll jerk you off with the crack of my ass until you cum. So let’s get started and have some fun.” What kind of girls go for that kind of work? All kinds, from housewives to college students. We even have a mother and two daughters’ team. Their specialty is a threesome lesbian show on stage. Of course none of the customers know they are mother and daughters. Often the husband comes to the club to watch his wife, and brag about the being “married to that naked lady there”. Wife, maybe, but watch his two daughters naked? I could never understand that Otherwise strippers’ private lives are as ordinary as yours. Not at all the sizzling sexy life you imagine them to have also off stage. Strip clubs and real life are in two different universes. The girls go home at night slip into a hot bath and just want to relax a bit before turning in. My life is just boring. Strip, collect my tips, and count the money. So you will forgive me for what I am about to disclose. It started quite innocently, and I never intended it to take the turns it did. We have staff meeting; stripper, bouncers, disc jockeys and management meet regularly! I bet you didn’t know that! In case you are wondering the girls are fully clothed at staff meetings. It was at one of these staff meetings that it all started. Moreno, the club general dragged on and on. - There is a rule at Scarlett's that if a stripper has a drink next to the customer she is serving, another employee is not allowed to interfere. Then … - And before we close the meeting I want to introduce you to Dr. Melinda Morales from the University of O… Medical School. She wants to tell you about a study she is conducting. Please give her and her team a warm Scarlett Club welcome. And he started the applause. We followed suit half-heartedly. Who the hell cared about this chick and her study? We are routinely studied; scrutinized, polled and probed by some sociology professor who wants to know something or other to prove some weird theory. Dr. Morales stepped out of nowhere, walking to the center of our group with the self-assurance of the scientist about to handle his experimental rats. She was very businesslike in her tweed two piece suit, her blond hair tied up in a tight bun and her black rimmed glasses. You could see that she had entered gracefully into middle age, continuing to be still beautiful. But her demeanor clearly signaled “no nonsense, and not interested in sex.” Too bad, that would be her loss. I wonder how long been since she last slept with a man or woman. Accompanying her were two young med students, no more than twenty two or three, fresh, wholesome, bright eyed and disconcertingly innocent looking. Now wouldn’t you like to pervert these two, I found myself thinking. - Thank you everyone. Before starting I would like to introduce you to my team. This is Jackson. He is a third year med student, and this is Kristen. She is just finished her first year. They will be working with you ladies. We want to know if there is any difference in the tips you get from your customers at different times of your menstrual cycle. Among lower mammals, females in heat emit pheromones, special scent hormones that signal to the male of the species that they are ready to mate. We theorize that this occurs also in humans. The theory goes that in the middle of your menstrual cycle, when you are ovulating you would get higher tips and more money. Those of you on the Pill would not see a difference in tips during the entire month since if you are on the Pill you are not ovulating at all. Jackson and Kristen will interview you and meet regularly with you during the next few months to keep records of your tips. Well it all started quite innocently. Whenever I met with Jackson or Kristen it goes without say I was fully clothed. But I did notice that poor Jackson looked uncomfortable when he would be gathering data from me. He mumbles, almost apologetically when he asked me which part of my cycle I was in, and how much I made in tips. It was just delicious to see the turmoil I was causing the poor boy. Once I answered: - Well Jackson, if I gave you a lap dance today, I would make a lot of money off you. Does that answer your question? Poor Jackson went through all shades of red. I bet my Jackson never slept with a woman. The thought of deflowering him fanned some hot smoldering fires from no precise region of my body. So I resolved to seduce Jackson. How long had it been since I had a woman or a man between my thighs? I feel my hymen is growing back, it has been that long. Well Jackson you lucky dog! But before begin I want to tell you a bit about my Kristen first. Whenever I met for my interviews with this shy, poetically beautiful girl I felt a tremendous feeling of body warmth, as if I had drunk a whole bottle of bourbon. I wanted to rear her clothes plunge my tongue deep in her dark humid sex. I felt instinctively that Kristen had never known the sensations of sex and orgasm and that these were not in the nature of her different hungers. Kristen would always remain virginal even after years of marriage and several childbirths. But I also felt that submerged somewhere within Kristen laid a coiled spring ready to unravel furiously the moment it was exposed to hot sex. This would trigger awareness of the burning passions hidden in her nipples, her sex and her ass. All it would take are sensual caresses to wake that awareness. Did I mention that Kristen had a body to die for that she carefully conceals under her baggy pants and her loose tops? I saw her once when she showered at the club after coming directly from the operating room. Back to Jackson. Classical seduction moves on my part did not work. That boy was either daft or was retained in chains by Dr. Melinda Morales. Time to take matters in my own hands…so to speak. As I said earlier when I met with my medical students I was fully clothed. When Jackson arrived at the club that night for our routine meeting, I got a message to him that I was just finishing and I would be there shortly. I arrived in dressing room where we usually met. It was empty. Jackson was sitting quietly going over his accounts. I walked in completely naked except for my G-string. Poor, poor Jackson. He could not concentrate, visibly shaken up by my nudity. I of course pretended that there was nothing unusual, and that meeting was no different than any others. I started describing my menstrual cycle and my tips, mixing on purpose numbers and dates to confuse him even more. - No I said I made five hundred dollars, not five hundred more. It was two hundred more yesterday but I was too early in my cycle. The more I explained the more entangled he got and the more hopelessly tempted he became. But to his credit he put up a superhuman resistance. Finally I got up and stood next to him bending down over his shoulder to read what he wrote. My breasts were a breath away from his burning cheek. I stayed a while with one of my breast so close to him that once in a while it barely skimmed his smooth skin, all the while I was breathing my fiery breath down his neck. Frankly I enjoyed immensely witnessing the turmoil I had unleashed. I decide it was time to put an end to this poor boy’s misery. By then I was sure I had broken him completely. All I had left was to pluck him, the ripe Jackson. I reached over, took his free hand and placed it on my breast. - You pervert, you touched my breast. And I slapped him so hard that he had a welt on his cheek. - No Miss Ella, I swear I didn’t. I am sorry if you think I did, but I am sure I did not I swear. - And what was that hand of yours I pulled away from my breast Jackson? I marched to the bathroom, took of my G-string and put on a loose kimono. Back to the dressing room, Jackson was standing thunderstruck, looking like a scolded school boy, his eyes cast down. I sat in an arm chair with one leg over the arm of the chair displaying in full view my clean shaved vulva. - Jackson I am going to report you to the dean’s office - Oh my god! No please Miss Ella; I will be dismissed from medical school. Again let me apologize if you think I did anything wrong. Poor Jackson didn’t know where to look to avoid my naked breasts and pubis. - Is there anything I can do or say to make it up to you if you think I have behaved inappropriately? - Maybe. … Let’s see. Take your clothes off. - What? - You heard me. Take all your clothes off. - But… - Fine. If you don’t do as I tell you I am calling Dr. Morales right now even if it’s two in the morning. Jackson started stripping awkwardly in slow motion and stood before me uncomfortably, in his underwear. - Take off your underwear too. - Is that really necessary Miss Ella? - Suit yourself Jackson one hand hiding his penis lowered his underwear with the other, and then covered with both hands his penis which by then was fully erect, the throbbing head emerging from the top of his cupped hands. I stood my back to him contemplating Jackson’s nudity in the full-length mirror on the opposite wall. Shivers passed through my body. I realized then that what had started as a game was now claiming me and I became aware that I was losing control. I began to experience erotic arousal at the sight of his magnificent athlete’s chest, and abs, already golden from a recent trip to Barbados. His youthful head disappeared under rebellious curly hair falling down to just above dark brown eyes. I swallowed hard. Still gazing at him in the mirror I ordered him - Take your hands off. He sighed as he complied. His throbbing penis was as smooth as the rest of his body, only paler. It was emerging from a crown of thick black pubic hair, which he obviously doesn’t shave off. I slipped down in front of him until my mouth reached his penis. I began to kiss it. It shivered with every kiss. Then Jackson surprised me. He was looking intently at me. His eyes had the fixed, hypnotic gaze of a wild animal. His gaze remained in me all the while. His hand over my head he pressed it as he made me take his penis in my mouth. As I sucked him I let a sigh of unbearable pleasure. . My eyes became blurred with erotic exultation. I could not look at him I was magnetically drawn to his body. I wanted him to touch me. At that point I felt a pinch of remorse for what I had forced him into. - Am I your first Jackson? - Yes This simple confession filled me with immense tenderness for him, like I had never experienced before. They say that sometimes it takes just an instant to fall in love with someone. And that was the moment when I realized I fell in love with Jackson. - Jackson I have forced you here. I want to be sure that’s what you want now, that you want to be here with me. Jackson kneeled on the floor next to me. He picked me up like a feather and laid me on the sofa. I understood. Tenderness engulfed me and started to consume me from the inside out. I offered him my mouth and took his hands placing them on my breasts. He devoured my lips; then his mouth found my neck. I was swimming with desire that he would take me all at once. His kisses travelled down my body and with his hot breath searing my skin. His lips felt like those of a wild animal ready to rip his prey. Jackson then took possession of my sex and my hair all at once, as if he grasped the earth and the sky at once. I closed my eyes. Jackson sank his teeth with wolf like hunger into my breasts, my belly, my ass. He whispered to me to raise one leg and held it up for me. Suddenly I felt his thrust entering my vagina. After a few moves of his pelvis he rested inside of me for a while. Then he withdrew. Again he whispered for me to turn around, and spread my ass. He mauled my anus and my vagina so close to each other from behind. I closed my eyes again enjoying every new sensation of his tongue and his teeth on my flesh. His mouth molded to take the shape of whichever orifice of mine he was taking possession at that moment. Yes, he inserted two fingers in my ass and with his other hand he penetrated my vagina, with his thumb against my clitoris. I felt an insane frenzy overtaking me. After he penetrated my ass with his penis and withdrew I turned around on my back taking hold of his penis, cleaned it with my mouth then inserted it in my vagina. I felt him penetrating deeply, touching the deepest recesses of my womb. My inner tension continued to climb. I became aware that I was sinking my nails deep in his flesh perhaps to assure myself of his reality. By then I became aware that I was uncontrollably wet. Oh how my juices flowed from me. He drank from my juices his tongue lingering over my clitoris. His touch became even more burning, almost tipping me over into an amazing orgasm. Just as I was nearing the crescendo, he thrust his penis inside me frantically moving rhythmically until I felt one fire ignite in my chest travelling towards my womb and my sex and another crossing it travelling from my womb and my sex to my chest. The fires quickly consumed me in an exhilarating explosion of pleasure like I had never felt before with anyone. The next night at the club during staff meeting, that Jackson and Kristen also now attend regularly, there was a delivery of a dozen gorgeous long-tem roses. - For Jackson announced the delivery boy. Jackson just about died as he took the flowers and read the note. I snatched it from him and read it out loud. - “Last night was magical.” Wow Jackson who could these roses be from? - I…I…don’t …know I… don’t understand. By then my poor Jackson’s guilt for everyone to see was written all over his face as he desperately avoided looking at me. It left no doubt in anyone’s mind that the roses were from me. We all broke up in laughter. Except Kristen. She had an unexplainable expression of shock, of anxiety and sadness. I began to understand her hope that Jackson would be the one who would draw her out of the secret places where she was hiding. Her feeling of abandonment was more than she thought she could bear. She left the room on the pretense of going to the bathroom. I suddenly had a deep feeling of regret for what I had done and the pain Kristen was experiencing just now. - This is no game Ella, I found myself saying. The emotions Kristen is experiencing for Jackson are pure and genuine. She is so vulnerable and pure. Make it right Ella. It took about ten days to convince Kristen to go along with my plans. But this is what happened. I enticed Jackson to join me after my shift that night. - Jackson I am going to give you a lap dance. I promise you it will be great. The club was empty. Everyone had gone home. I sat Jackson on one of the sofas in the VIP lounge then put on music. I disrobed slowly all the while dancing between his thighs until I was completely naked. I could feel his erection. I continued to dance bringing him to the edge but not letting him come. - Jackson put on this blindfold…Trust me you won’t regret it. I brought my Kristen who was waiting completely naked in the next VIP lounge and took Jackson’s hand placing them on her breasts. And I tiptoed out with my cloths under my arms. I turned around one last time to see how things were going. Kristen’s lips said a silent thank you. I watched her dance on Jackson’s lap for a short while. Not bad! I thought Then I left my two love birds alone. I peeked around about an hour later. They were both naked soundly asleep on the couch, smiling after love making. I hope Jackson made her experience the same sensations he made me go through. She was resting her head gently on his chest with his arm around her cradling her. He had one thigh wrapped around her, leaving little doubt that his penis intimately touched her sex. My job was done.