A Gentleman’s Club

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I was a junior in college. My parents finally stopped footing the bill for my spending money. They paid for my tuition and books, but made me get a job for rent on my apartment, food, etc. There was a guy in one of my classes who was a bouncer at the local strip club, A Gentleman’s Club. He told me that they were hiring for a DJ. Given my wide range of music knowledge, he referred me to his manager and I became the man for the job. In about a week’s time, I was on a first name basis with everyone in the club, including the dancers. I quickly learned that the dancers should never be referred to as “Strippers.” The term “Stripper” is classless and we were to refer to the entertainers as “dancers.” Talk about making the most of my college career, I was a DJ in a strip club and of course, fucking a dancer was high on my priority list. I mean, who wouldn’t want to have sex with a hot exotic dancer? I could have gotten laid the first few nights I worked there, but I chose not to. I had to be smart about it. I learned that there are several types of dancers. There are the whores, which are the ones that take their work home with them, if you know what I mean. There are the “lifers” who are the ones that are in their late thirties/early forties and have been dancing all their adult life. Then there are the good girls. What I mean is that they are the girls who dance to put themselves through college. They don’t have sex for money, they come to work, do their job, then go home. I’ve seen a few of them around campus, but made sure not to reference the club. Those are the ones I wanted to hook up with. There were many raunchy women in that strip club,which was the last thing I wanted to get involved with. No telling what diseases I could have caught. So, I did my homework. I set my sights on a dancer named Morgan. She was a good girl, a college student. She was long and tall, about five foot nine. She had some curves on her body. Whooo, she was hot! She had tan skin, black hair and some nice B-Cup tits with brown nipples and she kept her pubes trimmed in a nice black triangle. As for her personality, she was kind of reserved, not very out spoken. I know, sounds like an oxymoron for an exotic dancer. But her reserved personality made her cute, as well as hot. She was very friendly, always tipping me well when I played her favorite songs while she was onstage. We started getting to know each other. I never saw her on campus, but it was a big campus. We talked at the club when she wasn’t busy. A bunch of us would always go to IHOP after work around 2am, which provided more opportunity to get to know Morgan better. We found that we had a few things in common. We both liked to listen to the same obscure bands. We both liked to smoke pot while listening to good music and, on occasion, we both liked to drop LSD, which was something that neither of us had done in a long time. Morgan had a friend named, Dita, who was also a dancer. Dita was also smokin’ hot. She was about five foot five inches tall. She had long red hair. Her tits were a small A-cup, but her pink nipples were nice and perky. She shaved her pubes and was completely bald down there, which added to her sexiness. Dita was also a good girl, however, she was a wild one. She definitely had the outgoing, flirtatious attitude, which really worked well for her in the club. She was the type of dancer that would make guys feel like she was totally into almanbahis şikayet them and only them, all the while taking every dollar they were willing to give up. But she was a good girl. I did my homework. She would go to the dance clubs when she got off work early, but she never left with anyone. I would see her around campus sometimes and she would smile and say “hi.” Often times she would be at the IHOP with us after work, so we became friends, too. However, Morgan was the one I was drawn to. After Morgan and I had gotten to know each other a little more, we decided to hang out outside of work one night. We both asked for a Friday night off and planned to drop LSD and go bar hopping in our nice college town. I offered to pick her up at her place, but she suggested we meet at a bar instead. I understood. I may have done my homework on her, but I’m sure she did her homework on me, as well. She’s a good girl, so she wanted to make sure I wasn’t some fuck-hound that got a job at the club to see how many dancers he could fuck. Since she was a dancer, agreeing to a night out with me was taking a risk to begin with, then dropping acid on top of that left her even more vulnerable. I didn’t mind meeting her at a bar. I was just happy she wanted to hang out with me. I took a cab to a bar called O’Malley’s. She was sitting alone out on the patio that overlooked a river and a small waterfall. I approached her and we sat and talked for awhile. She was the one with the LSD hook up. I was casually waiting for her to break it out so we could drop it. She looked at me and smiled, “Dita is going to meet us. She’s on her way. I got enough for all three of us, so we’ll wait until she gets here so we can all drop it at the same time.” “Where has she been?” I asked Morgan referencing the fact that Dita had not been at work all week. Morgan shrugged her shoulders, “I asked her if she was alright and she said that she was out because she had to take care of a personal matter.” I was kind of disappointed that Dita would be joining us. Seeing as how this was the first time Morgan and I got together outside of work, I wasn’t planning on hooking up with her that night, but it would have been nice to have some alone time with her. But I was willing to make the most of it. Dita showed up about ten minutes later. She sat down with us at the table we had on the patio. “So, y’all ready to get fucked up?” she asked as she sat down. We dropped the acid and sipped on bottled water. Dita looked at me and gave a sinister smile, “Morgan invited me to hang out tonight in case you had any delusions of fucking a stripper.” “Dita!” Morgan exclaimed, “That’s so not true!” I just said calmly, “If she was worried about that, I highly doubt she would have agreed to meet me in the first place. And, besides, I didn’t think you referred to each other as Strippers.” Dita gave a surprise look, “Well how about that Morg. The boy’s got manners!” “I’ve got a hell of a lot more than manners!” I said flirtatiously as I was starting to feel good due to the acid kicking in. “I’m sure,” Dita winked, “I’m just fucking with you anyway.” As the LSD kicked in and we started tripping, we wandered the streets of our college town, dipping in bars with funky music and psychedelic lights. We danced, we talked, we were having an awesome time. When we wanted to chill, we would hit up a bar that was relaxed and low key. The three of us were bonding, almanbahis canlı casino spending quality time and getting to know each other more. “So, what’s your deal?” Dita asked me, “I mean you’ve worked at the club for several months now and haven’t hooked up with anyone. Are you gay?” I could tell Morgan was getting uncomfortable with Dita’s tone. “How do you know I haven’t hooked up with anyone?” I asked. “You know, we take bets.” Dita explained, “Every time a new guy starts working at the club, the dancers take bets on how long until he hooks up with a dancer, which dancer he will hoop up with, and some dancers make bets on how long it will take them to fuck the new guy. So, we know.” I just smiled and took a sip of water. “Well, I’m not gay. I’m very much into women, but I’m not into STD’s. I would like to know the dancer I’m fucking first.” “So, is that why you are trying to get to know us?” Dita asked giving me a suspicious look. “I’m just hear to have a good time among friends. However, I’m not stupid, if the right opportunity were to present itself, I might not say no.” I stated with confidence. “So what is the right opportunity?” Dita continued. “Ok, enough of that!” Morgan snapped at Dita, “Can’t we just have a good time?” “No, I want to find out more about our friend here,” Dita said calmly to Morgan. “Listen, Dita,” I explained, “I enjoy what I do. I enjoy playing music in a strip club, and I enjoy seeing you do your thing, but I hate to burst your bubble. It’s not like I get a raging hard on every time a dancer takes the stage. That includes you. In fact, after the first few days I worked there, the novelty of seeing naked women wore off and I was just doing my job. I’ve seen you and Morgan naked hundreds of times. If I was trying to lay either of you, I would have come on stronger than dropping acid and spending an entire evening together.” Morgan smiled at me. “Fair enough.” Dita remarked. So we continued about our evening going from clubs to bars and vice versa. Dita had finally relaxed and was not all up on me anymore. I was having a blast. There I was out on the town, tripping my balls off with two hot females at my side. I felt like a fucking rock star! Finally, the bars starting closing down. Last call was at 3am and they started closing at 4am. As we exited into the street I looked at the girls “So, y’all want to share a cab home?” Morgan smiled and nodded, but Dita smirked , “Fuck that! I have my car. I’ll drive us all home. I’m not that fucked up anymore.” “Ok, but we better hurry.” Morgan said looking up at the sky. “It’s about to storm and it looks like it might be pretty bad.” We hurried to Dita’s car as thunder and lightning began. Dita said that she would drop by my apartment first because it was the closest. As we pulled into my apartment complex the sky opened up and started pouring rain. It was raining so hard we couldn’t see two feet in front of us. Dita wanted to park and ride out the storm. She found a parking space, but it was not very close to my door, so I stayed in the car with them. After about fifteen minutes, the rain was not letting up. I looked at them, “It’s not getting any better outside. Do you want to just come inside my apartment and wait this thing out? It beats being crammed in this car.” The girls agreed and we opened the car doors and made a run for it. By the time we got inside my apartment we were completely drenched. almanbahis casino There was not a dry spot on us. We went to my bedroom so we wouldn’t wake up my roommate. “This sucks,” Morgan said, “I’m completely soaked. I’m freezing cold, and we can’t sit down anywhere.” Dita looked at me, “Do you have any long t-shirts?” she asked. “Sure, I have a few.” I said knowing what Dita had in mind. She looked at Morgan, “We can change into the t-shirts while he drys our clothes in the dryer,” Morgan looked hesitant, “I don’t know.” she said apprehensively. “Oh come on!” Dita exclaimed, “He sees us naked everyday at work. It’s not like he hasn’t seen us before!” She had a point. Dita started taking off her clothes. I dug into my dresser to find some t-shirts for the girls and some gym shorts for me. I turned around and saw both girls stripped naked. Although I have seen them naked many times, this was a huge turn on. I handed them the shirts. They pulled them on and the shirts barely extended past their belt line. “These are the biggest shirts you have?” Morgan asked. I shrugged, “Yeah, sorry.” was all I could muster. “No big deal,” Dita assured, “I’m just happy to be dry and warm.” I started to leave the bedroom to go change into the shorts when Dita asked, “Where are you going?” “To change into these shorts.” I replied. “So you can see us naked everyday, but we can’t see you once?” Dita asked with a serious look on her face. I was dumbfounded by that question. Before I could reply Dita continued, “Besides, we’re all friends here.” I looked at Morgan, who even had a slight smile on her face. “Um, Ok.” Was all I could reply with. So I kicked off my shoes and socks and pulled off my shirt then tossed them in the small pile of sopping wet clothes. I unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans. With one quick move I dropped my jeans and underwear at the same time, springing free my rock hard seven inches. “Well, hello!” Dita gasped. Morgan’s eyes were big and round as she, too, was staring at my cock. “So, is that from us or the acid?” Dita asked. I pulled up my shorts, which did little to conceal my raging hard-on, “It’s you two, of course.” I replied. “I thought you didn’t get excited seeing us naked.” Morgan replied. “There is a difference between seeing you naked at work and seeing you naked here in the privacy of my own bedroom.” I replied. “Is that right?” Dita asked slyly. Not sure where this was heading, I put on some music, a nice soft rock mix CD I had. I turned on a black light and turned off the main light overhead, which made everything glow but was easier on the eyes since our pupils were still dilated due to the acid. I grabbed the pile of wet clothes. “I’ll be right back.” I said as I left the room. I got to the laundry room and opened the dryer. I took the clothes out that were still in there and looked around for a basket. I finally found one and dropped the dry clothes in. Then I tossed the pile of wet clothes in and turned on the dryer. I stopped off at the bathroom on the way back to my room. I must have been gone about 5 minutes, but when I opened the door and entered my room, I was completely shocked at what I saw. Both girls were sitting on the bed. Dita was leaning back on the head board. She had her legs spread and was spreading her pussy lips with her fingers. Morgan was staring straight down at Dita’s bald pussy! I stood there dumbfounded. “I got my clit pierced. Wanna see?” Dita asked staring up at me. I looked down and gave a slight smile, still stunned with the scene before me. “You can’t see it from up there. You can look closer.” Dita assured me. Now on occasion at work a dancer would proudly show me her new nipple rings.

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