My date was into girls.  She’s about 5’6”, 120 lbs and great, soft natural tits, size D.  She said she knew about a strip club, but had never been there.  I told her that the dancers like soft clothes and to leave the bra at home.  She was willing, and we walked in with her in a soft orange sweater nicely filled out with her tits and we sat at a table near stage #2.  There were easily twenty or more couples as well as all the guys in the club. 

Her smile was ear to ear as she looked around at all the topless girls, two were finishing a dance on stage 2 and to our right, a girl was giving a hot dance on the couch.

A small girl got on stage and a female from a neighboring table went up to the stage with a dollar.  “Great,” I said, “now you can watch what happens.”  She nodded and watched intently.  The dancer began nuzzling the neck of the woman and pulled her head into the dancers tits.  Then the woman pulled open the woman’s blouse and the dancer bent into her tits.  Since I couldn’t see from my angle, I asked if the dancer was kissing her tits and my GF nodded, smiling and obviously enjoying it.

“I have to try a dollar on that,” she said, and took a dollar from the pile I had on the table wand walked over to the stage.  The dancer crawled over to C and held her head saying “hi” and kissed her neck and pulled her ass to the stage.  She then cupped Cala’s soft tits from the outside and looked up and got eye contact as she grazed the nipples with her lips.  She then gave C her hip and my C put the dollar in the G string and walked back with a big smile on her face.  I asked if she wanted a dance from her, and she replied, no, too small.  

After a couple more dancers and dollar dances, C spotted a dancer on the main stage with a tat all over her back.  That set her back a fortune, she said.  “or her boyfriend was a tat artist, I replied.  C followed her with her eyes, fascinated as the dancer came to our stage.  She was a white blond with smallish breasts, large aerolas, and a winning smile. 

A smallish female customer, who looked 16, who had let all the other dancers go by, immediately got up with a dollar and went to the stage.  “That’s a good sign,” I said, as another female went to the other side of the stage.  C leaned with interest as the dancer went over to the girl in black, flashed that wide smile and proceeded to grab the girl’s ass and pull her into the dancer on stage.  She then knelt down and kneaded the girl’s breasts while smiling at her all the time.  C took a dollar and started walking to the stage as the girl in black put a dollar in the g string of the dancer. 

After finishing with the woman across the stage, the dancer walked over to C and knelt down with a big smile and looked right into C’s eyes. Then she leaned over and whispered into her ear while pulling on her ass.  She bent down in front of C’s breasts and cupped and pulled them in and up a tit to her face. C looked over to me with her eyes wide open with her mouth in an O.  After paying, C floated back over to the table and sat down all the while keeping the dancer in her sights.

Would you like a dance from her, I asked.  She glanced at me and nodded, “oh yes, she was something,” she said.  OK, I said, when she comes off stage (and we were sitting right by the steps) motion her over to you and tell you want some dances from her.  C nodded.

When the dancer came off the stage with all her dollar bills and top in hand, C stopped her and told her what she wanted.  “I need to dance the third stage,” the dancer said with her big smile, and then I’ll be right over.  C nodded and the dancer waved and left.  Now sometimes this works and sometimes this doesn’t, but it was early in the night, and I thought it would work.

Since it was the beginning of the break song, I looked over to the main stage, and three women were all lined up together at the corner of the stage waiting for the dancer to come over to them.  “Look, I said to C, at those three women.  The dancer came over to them and then we could see she had large breasts.  She took each of the women in turn and put their faces in the middle of her tits and banged her tits against their faces with lots of energy.  C was watching intently and watched the dancer come over to stage two with her large breasts.   “They look nice, she said.  You can do that I said, your dancer won’t be over for a full song. 

So C took a dollar and went to the stage.  The dancer took her head and buried Cs face in her tits.  “How was it?” I asked.  They were real she replied, nice and soft and not flabby.  Very nice. 

The song was over and very shortly the blond dancer came over to the table and up to C.  Ready for the dance? She asked, and she pointed at me questioningly.  Yes, I said and it is for her, pointing at C.  “Oh, she said with a big smile and reached for C’s hand and pulled her face to face and led her into the crowd to find a couch.  I grabbed the cash off the table and followed leaving the drinks and coats and followed.

We got to a couch and the dancer introduced herself-Eve.  She was very friendly.  We found out that she had three kids and danced five nights a week to support them.  The song shifted and she said ready, we nodded and she moved a chair away to begin.  She nosed C and then slid down until she was kneeling between C’s legs. She moved her hands up to C’s breast and asked if she could uncover them.  C nodded, and Eve said she always asked.  She pushed up C’s sweater and proceeded to lightly tongue her left breast right on the nipple and below the Tat.  C looked my way and half closed her eyes.  (She was to look a lot that way in the next ½ hour to 45 minutes.)  By the time Eve moved over to C’s left nipple, my cock was tenting out my pants so I had to cross my legs to provide cover and contact. 

Eve then moved down C’s belly tracing it with her tongue until she put her mouth right on C’s mound and lips.  I had advised C to wear a soft pair of pants or a skirt, but not jeans and so she wore a polyester/silk pant.  From the look C gave me I could tell she could feel the hot breath of Eve as she blew on her. I found out later that Eve was vibrating her lips right on C’s clit area and C nearly came.  (Later C said, what would they do if you had a skirt on?, I replied blow right on your thong and maybe even pull it aside.  You can just leave me a puddle, then C said.  We’ll see if on our next trip if I can arrange that and bring along a straw.

Eve then pulled herself up to C by tracing her tongue back up over her belly and through her cleavage to her neck and then brought her tits up to C’s tits, and after rubbing them briefly brought up to her mouth.  She hovered them an inch away and I’m sure felt C breathing hard.   C had her hands on Eve’s thighs and was moving them up to her ass and Eve didn’t object. 

The song ended and Eve sat on C’s lap.  C was flushed and warm so I told Eve to make it a double.  She agreed readily and proceeded to ask us where we were from and to tell us about the differences between dancing in Dallas and Tulsa. 

The next song began.  Eve put her hips between C’s legs and rubbed her mound and lips over C’s in that circular motion dancers make.  I leaned over and asked C if that felt as good on a female as for men.  She said OH Yes and rolled her head from side to side. C had her hands on Eve’s ass, just feeling them there, not necessarily pulling Eve towards her.  A bouncer came over and told me to have her keep her hands off the dancer.  I nodded but did nothing and he left.  Eve wasn’t objecting and he could see it was girl-girl contact which the club is far more tolerant of.  Eve began bounding her mound against C’s and C was moving in return and if they could I’m sure they would have ripped each other’s clothes off at that point.

The song ended.  I told C that she could have some variety if she wanted, but from my experience she wasn’t going to have any better than Eve, so did she just want to stay with Eve/  She looked at Eve and then me and Yah, so I told Eve to keep dancing and let me know when we got to $100.  She said no problem.  I went to get the coats and drinks and brought them up to the couch.  The girls were talking like they knew each other for ever. 

I found out later that that Eve, like C, were into girl-girl relationships and found them more safe and satisfying than men.  She wondered how C and I had hooked up, and C said an internet dating service.  Her female room mate was OK with it as long as it was a man as she was sure C wouldn’t leave her for a man.  Eve said that it was becoming very common on the weekend for couples to come to the club and for the women to get the dances.  When we left around 11, and that is still early at a club like this, even more couples were coming in and sitting at the stages getting dances.  One woman had the dollar bill stuck in her cleavage waiting for the dancer to come and take it with her teeth.

The dancing and conversation went on.  Variations of the first two dances, but never in the same order—which was nice.  The hottest for me was Eve licking C’s nipples right there on the couch, but I think the hottest for C was when Eve put her mouth on her mound and lips.  I got Eve’s number and she said any time she’d dance for us.  (I wonder if I can get her to come to the hotel with us, but dancers are notorious for not doing anything but dancing—maybe it may be different with a woman)

I paid her at the end.  As she was dressing, I said weren’t C’s nipples great, so small and yet so hard.  She agreed and said she has seen a lot of nipples. 

It was cold so we went right back to the hotel.  C was ready.  It was so easy to make her cum with my fingers and mouth.  I call her my Ferrari because she is so easy to start and get to cum, and then I got to lick those sweet lips and run my tongue up and down and around her clit as she shuddered each time I changed directions. But that is another story.

This is a true story.  I am not a good enough writer to make this up.