Thinking on the situation, you decide that you’ll just go watch the pole dancers for a while. You don’t want your buddies to think that you are a pussy-whipped chicken, and if the worst happens, and word gets back to Stephanie, you’ll at least be able to tell her that you were only watching some nude dancers. “That is far better than cheating on her”, you rationalize to yourself.
With some trepidation, you reach into your wallet and hand the woman a $20, stating that you want to watch the dancers for a bit. As she takes the money from your hand, she smiles and puts a wristband on you as a receipt and replies “if you like any of our dancers, you should ask them for a private dance. They’ll bend over backwards to make sure you leave happy.” With that, she points to a door on the left, which leads to the room with the dancers and reminds you to change your clothes. You put on a bathrobe and shower shoes and as you walk through the door to the dancers, you see Derrick give you a thumbs-up. He and Brandon are going to check out some of the other rooms. Chris said he needed to call Jennifer before it’s too late and he’s going to meet up with you as soon as he’s done.
Upon entering the dimly-lit dancing room, you see an open seat near the stage. Deciding that you might as well enjoy the show, you sit down and take in the sights. The current dancer, a 5’5” tall blonde, who looks about your age, is currently working the pole with gusto. She is wearing nothing but a white thong, which has become soaked with her sweat, rendering it semi-transparent. Her breasts have clearly been surgically enhanced, as they seem to defy the laws of gravity, maintaining perfect roundness despite their DD size and complete lack of a bra to help support them. Her hips have a softness to them that contrasts with the rest of her slender, toned body, and you feel yourself growing harder as you watch her hump lustfully against the chrome pole.
As you reach down to stroke your hardening member over your pants, the dancer makes eye contact with you, clearly noticing your hardon, before giving you a devilish wink and gesturing with her finger for you to lean forward. Bewitched by her seductive attention, you lean forward, bringing your face to the edge of the stage. As you do so, the youthful dancer turns her back to you, bends over at the hips, and slowly peels off her sweaty thong, revealing her smooth-shaven pussy in all of its glory. She then drops to her knees and scoots backwards until her pussy is hovering mere inches from your face, as she begins gyrating her hips to the music. From this perspective, you can see everything, and you can safely say that you want everything that you see. Her vulva is perfectly symmetrical and slightly parted, revealing her pink labia, which have been dampened with just the faintest hint of her girl-juices.
Your boner is straining against the robe as the song ends and the lights go dark. While you see nothing, you hear the dancer quietly whisper to you, “hey cutie, how would you like a private dance? I’ll take care of that bulge, if you’d like…”
You realize that this “private dance” is probably not just going to involve dancing, especially with the dancer making such an open offer to relieve your pent-up lust. You’ll be endangering your relationship with Stephanie if you follow this dancer backstage, but right now, your cock is making a pretty strong case for taking the risk. What do you do? |