As Michael continued to sit at the edge of the stage, sipping his drink, the emcee's voice suddenly boomed out over the speaker system of the nicely-furnished downtown strip club.
"Time to introduce our next dancer. All regular customers of this fine establishment will recognize her... She is the very lovely, and very popular... ASHLEY! Let's give her a big hand!"
It was time for 'his' woman to perform.
As the lights suddenly dimmed, causing an eerie darkness to fall over the club, the audience quickly hushed and then a bright spotlight shone down onto the curtain at the very back of the stage.
The curtain ruffled around for a moment, then Ashley stepped out from behind it. The spotlight caught her, and the people throughout the audience gave the exotic dancer an appreciative applause.
Ashley looked stunning.
She was wearing a black leather jacket, which was zipped up fully. Below the waist, however, Ashley had not done all that much to conceal herself. She had on a black pair of thonged panties, a black garter belt and matching thigh-high stockings. Since the leather jacket was a bit small, ending slightly above her waist, everyone had a clear view of her panties and garter set. The outfit was topped off with a pair of spiked high-heels; black ones. Her blonde hair, very long and pretty, went down her neck and shoulders in stylish waves.
As Michael smiled once again, this time as he noticed the vision of lovliness before him, a loud rock-music song suddenly filled the strip club over the speaker system. The crowd cheered at the tune, a catchy one, and then the stripper on the stage began her routine.
Ashley twitched her hips in a seductive manner as she started walking toward the center of the stage. On the way, she spun around in a full circle, and in the process, unzipped the heavy leather jacket. After opening and closing it just as quickly, flashing her succulent breasts to the audience, she stepped in front of a wooden chair on stage and proceeded to lean backwards against it, using her hands for support. That only lasted for a few seconds, though, as she snapped her head back and then stepped forward, toward the front of the stage. The young woman held onto her jacket, keeping it closed, and then did another seductive spin.
Ashley stepped to the very front of the stage, close to the audience, and started to gyrate her hips to the wild music. She turned to the right and danced, then to the left and did the same thing.
The woman turned and walked back to the center of the stage, then faced the crowd with a huge smile. She flashed her breasts, this time even quicker than before, and continued strutting and prancing around.
Two quick spins were followed with three more flashes, all in a row. The crowd roared with appreciation when she finally took the jacket off, placing it over her shoulder. Her breasts were simply magnificant; large and firm, even tanned.
As Michael watched the scene before him unfold, he could not fend off a massive erection that was forming in his slacks. This happened to him every single time he came here, to watch this blonde bombshell at work. He was not interested in any of the other exotic dancers. He was only interested in Ashley.
A couple of the customers got up from their seats and went over to the stage, then started holding up dollar bills in their hands. Ashley immediately noticed them, and she strutted over to one, and threw the coat down behind her.
Ashley bumped and weaved to the music in front of the man, who was quickly joined by three others, all with money in their hands. The stripper continued grinding to the beat while reaching out with one hand, and those men gave her the money. After giving them a smile and then a wink, she spun on a high-heel and went back to the wooden chair.
Ashley turned the chair around, so it was facing her, as she faced the crowd. She leaned forward and placed both hands upon it, and bumped her hips from side to side, in a beguiling manner. She moved to the side of it, then raised a high-heel and planted it upon the chair. After lunging forward several times, showcasing the side of her figure to the approving crowd, the blonde dancer sashayed over and picked up her leather jacket.
Ashley swung it over her shoulder and continued dancing, spinning around twice, then went back to the chair. She dropped the jacket and then sat down in the chair, the back of it still facing her front. She spread her thighs and held onto the chair, then started rocking and bumping her body, which brought yet another favorable response from the predominantly male audience.
Smiling for the most of the performance thus far, Michael finally reached into his inside coat pocket and pulled out a clip of money.
The move did not go unnoticed by Ashley.
For as much as Michael had been watching her over the past couple of months, Ashley had learned to watch him as well. It was a very simple reason why. He tipped her very good. In fact, he tipped her better than anyone. While others would give her a few dollar bills at the very most, Michael would sometimes give her a twenty dollar bill.
Ashley glanced in Michael's direction for an instant, then went back to concentrating on her routine.
Her blonde hair whipped about wildly as she final chorus of the song approached. She leaned back, and then swiftly slipped off the chair, and onto her knees. The stripper crawled on her hands and knees to the right side of the stage, where she received tips from a total of nine guys. She crawled to the front, and was awarded with five more tips, and then finally to the right. Instead of crawling over to the group which had assembled on that side, she instead went directly to where Michael was sitting.
Michael smiled... then Ashley smiled back at him.
Michael pulled a bill out of the clip, and handed it to Ashley. She took it and quickly glanced, hoping it was another twenty, but it was a one. She rose to her knees in front of him, noticing the clip he held, and started bumping and grinding her body for him.
Michael gave her another bill, a single dollar, and then another. Ashley kept dancing, however, wanting bigger bills.
She finally got one, and it shocked her.
Michael gave her $100.
Ashley looked at it for several seconds, stunned, and then remembered that she had to finish her dance. She watched as Michael shrugged his shoulders and put the clip back into his pocket. Then, the blonde moved over to the final group which had assembled for her, and collected the last round of tips.
The song came to a close and then the stripper stood up, and looked down at Michael, bewildered. She had never received any bill higher than a twenty since getting a job here - until tonight. The hundred was a total and complete shock to her. It really was.
"Let's give a big hand to Ashley, for a great performance!" the emcee announced, and the crowd offered a rousing ovation.
That brought Ashley out of her thoughts, and she suddenly smiled and waved to the audience. She picked up her jacket and blew a kiss to the crowd, as they continued to cheer and whistle their approval. She blew another kiss, and yet another, before finally tossing the jacket over her shoulder and strutting off the stage, behind the curtain.
Once she was out of the audience's view, Ashley put the jacket on and zipped it up, and quickly looked at her money. She counted it, and the total came to $136. $103 of it came from Michael, whom she referred to as 'The Tipping Stranger'. He had once given her $27, which was the prior high she had received from any customer in tips. Ashley was still shocked at the hundred she held in her hand. She was completely dumbfounded.
As Michael sat at his table, still nursing his drink from before, he was bored. The other dancers in the club were beautiful, yes, but they did not draw his interest like Ashley did. Ashley was a goddess to him. He had never spoken to her; their only interaction during the past few months was him offering money, and her taking it.
But she was still a goddess to him. Not only because of the way she looked, but because of the friendly, energetic smile she displayed each time while on stage. Michael simply sensed that she was a good person. He had a mental image of her; the way she is outside the club. He imagined that her regular style of dress did not suggest to others that she was a stripper. He bet that she dressed conservatively, when outside the strip club. He also pictured her living in a nice, clean apartment, having a good family and being an animal lover.
"Who is that guy?" Ashley asked outloud, now in her dressing room, still looking at the one hundred dollar bill. She was speaking to herself. "He comes here almost every night, and tips me more than anyone else. But at the same time, he has never approached me, just to talk. Never made a pass at me. He doesn't even tip the other girls... Who IS that guy?"
No matter who he was, Ashley had always considered him attractive. He looked to be in his late 20's. He was tall, and appeared to have a strong, muscular build. His face was quite handsome, and he had a certain air about him. An air that hinted he was soft-spoken and quite nice. She liked those qualities in a man.
The only reason Michael was still in the club was because he hoped that Ashley had another performance scheduled. He wanted to watch her strip again. She usually had two performances each night, and he had just witnessed her first. Michael wasn't going to leave until Ashley had finished her last routine for the evening.
.... There is more of this story ...