I Took My Religious Friends to a Strip Club – and Ended Up With the Stripper

As many of you may know, I grew up extremely religious and only recently left that life behind. Most of my friends are still religious — or just beginning to leave. This story is about when two buddies of mine joined me on a short work trip so we could spend the nights together and explore a new city. On the first day, however, they both told me that they were leaving religion and wanted to explore sex, as they had never been intimate before. They had both independently figured out that I wasn’t religious and hoped I could offer some pointers. We went to a bar a couple of nights in a row, where I tried to be a wingman, but unfortunately, nothing ever materialized. After a lot of back and forth, they decided to try a strip club, where, although it would cost them money, they wouldn’t feel rejected, and it would be a safe environment for them to get a lap dance and caress some soft curves.

I had only been to a strip club once before as part of a bachelor party, and that was in another state, but after some research, we realized that we were in a good state for this, because full-contact topless dances were allowed. We decided to go in the middle of the day, soon after opening, when it would be the least crowded. We were very prepared and took out a set amount of cash each, along with our IDs, while leaving all other cards at home. My two friends each had a couple of drinks before we headed out, and we promised each other that no one would get any dances for 30 minutes. We didn’t want this experience to be rushed.

To their credit, my friends had no trouble chatting with the ladies, even though they had never conversed with a woman in lingerie before. As the designated driver and “watchman,” I sat in the corner with a soda and watched them interact with the ladies, but it wasn’t long before I started receiving attention myself. After telling a few of the pretty women that I was just there to keep an eye on my friends, Barbie offered to keep me company if I bought her a drink. After all, she said, she was just getting started and could use a nice drink and conversation before the long evening on her feet. I gladly accepted her offer, even with the caveat that she would leave the conversation in the middle if a large group came in. She had only been doing this for about 3 months and was actually a student who wanted to go into a field similar to mine, so we had a brief career advice conversation as well.

Barbie was very curious about our upbringing and how I became the one to show my buddies the “way of the world” and help them leave behind their repressive shells. She cuddled up close to me and was genuinely interested in my story and how I had turned my life around. Even though she was working, it almost felt like we were on a date with the “non strip club like conversation.” We were interrupted by my two friends coming over, arm in arm with their respective dancers, to tell me that thirty minutes had elapsed, they were both going to get dances, and that I was free from protecting them. Barbie laughed and congratulated them on their first dances before turning back to me and asking if I wanted to get a little more privacy with her as well. I laughed and quickly agreed, before standing up to readjust my pants, with Barbie staring pointedly at my bulge. She then grabbed my hand and planted it firmly on her supple ass while leading me to the VIP section.

Barbie led me to an empty booth in the far corner of the VIP section. She then sat me down and slipped off her heels to dance seductively while I stared wide-eyed at her beautiful body. Barbie was shorter than I realized, maybe 5”3 with long blonde hair and bangs that partially covered her pretty blue eyes. She truly had a dancer’s body, with smaller boobs, a smooth, toned tummy, and wide hips that led into her soft thighs. Barbie caught my eye as I finished my very unclandestine up-and-down gaze, and winked while pulling off her bra and placing it on the small table beside us. We hadn’t spoken about rates or duration, but Barbie didn’t seem to mind that we were in the middle of a song when she turned around and put her ass in my face.

I barely had time to give it the quickest of kisses as her soft skin brushed my stubble. She quickly leaned back and sat down on my lap, my cock pressed up against her thong between her ass cheeks. Barbie got comfortable and leaned back into me to kiss my cheek while she brought my hands up to her boobs, encouraging me to cup them and tease her nipples. Barbie whispered something unintelligible into my ear and flipped around to straddle me. I buried my face in her neck as she ran her hands up and down my back, her long nails pressing against my skin through my thin t-shirt. She leaned back and held the back of my head as my kisses roamed her neck and chest, until my mouth settled on one of her soft boobs. Barbie leaned down and kissed my ear while my tongue flicked over her hard pink nipple; the gentlest of bites caused her to grip my skull and moan directly into my ear.

Barbie draped her arms around my neck and kissed my cheek as my hands slid down her luscious body until they firmly gripped her hips, so tightly as I pulled her into me. My hardness was pressed against her pelvis, just my pants and the thinnest piece of lacy underwear separating my throbbing erection from her warm pussy. “Fuck. You’re so thick,” Barbie whispered into my ear between kisses, rocking her body as if she was riding me. I just moaned into her throat and slid my hands around to her supple ass, feeling the slight sheen of sweat on her soft cheeks as my kisses crept up her neck. Barbie’s kisses moved down from my ear and onto my cheek as I pressed my face against her jawline, smelling her sweet perfume, which emanated from every pore. Barbie’s hips were grinding against me, but I pulled her against me and thrust my crotch against hers while her breathing hitched.

My lips pressed against Barbie’s cheek as she continued riding me, her clit rubbing against the underside of my cock, her lips parted in pleasure, breathing raggedly on my face. I could tell she was getting close, and cradled her head while we kissed each other’s cheeks, our lips getting dangerously closer to touching with every rise and fall of her body. Suddenly, they brushed- not a full-on kiss, but the corners of our mouths touched each other- and just like the slightest kiss of tires between two racecars, the spell was broken, and we both snapped out of the reverie. Barbie sat up in my lap and shifted onto one of my legs while starting up a conversation, though her hand rested on my bulge. “I just need to relax a second and change positions before my legs cramp up,” she said, but I suspected there was more to it than that.

True to her word, she rotated back to sitting on my lap with her back to me and leaning back against the headrest beside me while my right hand ran up and down her soft leg. I ran my hand lightly over her panties a couple of times, feeling the heat of her arousal. Then I gently gripped her inner thigh, feeling the slightest bit of stubble under my palm. I lazily let my fingers tap against her lacy panties while Barbie teased me for typing too much at work, which must’ve become a muscle memory. I kissed Barbie’s cheek and whispered, “Is this ok?” while running my finger over the soaking wet gusset of her panties and slightly tugging at the material. Barbie craned her neck up and pressed her lips against my ear to whisper, “Please.” I deftly slid my hand underneath her panties and rubbed her wet lips with two fingers before pulling them out to press them against her mouth. Barbie instantly opened her mouth and sucked them deeply, making my fingers dripping wet before I slid them back under her panties to play with her clit.

This time, Barbie didn’t shy away from kissing me and turned my head towards her so she could press her lips against mine. It was a soft, almost chaste kiss- with no tongue- almost belying the passion behind it. I teased her clit in circles while we slouched in that position, our faces pressed together – only gently pulling away to breathe. I mumbled something about how wet she was, while she rubbed her palm against my chest and slowly shifted herself back up to ride me. I slid my hand out of her panties and rubbed it against her ass, massaging her juices into her skin as she built up momentum riding me. Barbie kissed my neck and then leaned over to pull my t-shirt into her mouth, biting on the thin material as my hands ran up and down her body. My left hand settled on her lower back, but the fingers of my right hand trailed between her ass cheeks and teased her asshole through her lacy thong.

Barbie’s arms wrapped around me, and we held each other tightly as she humped my throbbing boner and built herself up to orgasm. I was just along for the ride (literally) as I heard her whimper during the crescendo and go limp while slightly drooling on my neck. I held her for a second while she caught her breath, but then stopped her from moving, because I was on the precipice of cumming too. Barbie gave me a minute to make sure that I wouldn’t cream my pants and then got off of me and reached into her purse. I was expecting her to pull out her phone and relax until my angry cock calmed down enough to walk out, but she pulled out a small washcloth. I couldn’t resist and asked her if that was the cumrag she used to clean up all the guys whom she makes cum in their pants, but immediately regretted it as Barbie looked upset.

“No, we use these to clean up the poles before our sets, but I thought you didn’t want to get sticky pants,” she said softly, perhaps even a little hurt that I insinuated she did this often. I kissed her forehead, apologized, and thanked her for being so thoughtful. Barbie smiled and reached into my underwear to wrap the rag around my cock before sliding back into my lap and kissing me on the cheek. “I want you to relax and let me make you cum” she whispered into my ear before rocking her hips in the same riding motion as before, the now extra-padded bulge in my pants pressing against her clit. I was already on the edge, and it took less than a minute before I pulled her into me and whispered that I was going to cum. Barbie just maintained that smooth motion while her hand caressed my neck, while I came hard, filling up that towel and almost making a mess of myself.

I saw stars for a moment but caught my breath quickly and pulled Barbie in for a hug, rubbing her back, which was understandably a bit sweaty- we both had a little bit of a workout. I didn’t even want to know how many songs that was, and I still have no idea how much time it was, either. Barbie gave me her socials and refused to take my money, insisting that this job always made her a bit horny and she was glad that she enjoyed doing something about it. She watched as I carefully pulled the rag out of my pants and rolled it up before dropping it in the garbage can on the way out. I felt bad about not paying her, but when we left the VIP area, the club was still empty, so at least I didn’t feel like I stole her from another client. I bought her a couple more drinks before I left, and she later told me that she had left the Jehovah’s Witnesses, so my story with my friends struck a chord. As for my friends, they had run out of money and moved across the street to get some cheap food with Apple Pay- but were incredibly impressed that I got Barbie’s socials, and will definitely hit her up if I ever go back to that city for work.

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