Pole Dancing
Copyright© 2025 by Ariana
Chapter 8
True Story Sex Story: Chapter 8 - After my intimate date with Larry, whom I had known for several months, he suggested that I visit his gentlemen's club to try pole dancing. With his keen eye for spotting potential dancers, he thought I would excel at it. He said, "Come by, and let my trainer work with you to see if you enjoy it." I thought, "Why not? It could be fun." I was surprised when I received a threatening note to stop copulating with members.
Caution: This True Story Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Heterosexual Mystery Workplace Cream Pie Masturbation Oral Sex Nudism Prostitution
That night, when I got home, I spoke to Will and asked him to get me a battery-powered, voice-activated listening device that was sensitive enough to pick up whispers from 20 feet away. He said he would look into it and get back to me. We might pick up a clue by listening to some of the talk in the dressing room when I was absent.
After a week that felt all too crowded, we decided it was time for a bit of escape to rejuvenate our spirits. As the sun dipped below the horizon, we ventured out for an enchanting evening filled with delicious experiences. We indulged in a sumptuous dinner at a charming local steakhouse, where the air was infused with the mouthwatering aroma of perfectly grilled meats and the warm glow of candlelight. Each bite of the juicy steak was a heavenly delight, leaving us savoring every moment.
After dinner, we wandered over to one of our favorite haunts, a lively spot known for its artisanal IPA beers, brewed right on the premises. The atmosphere was electric, filled with laughter and the sound of clinking glasses. We settled in with a couple of crisp, hoppy brews that danced on our taste buds, and enjoyed the vibrant energy of the crowd. It was the perfect ending to a delightful evening, leaving us both relaxed and refreshed.
All week long, I had been engaging in spirited conversations with the club members during our time together. The first four had answered my questions with a familiar ease, revealing little that set them apart. As I approached my final meeting of the week, I anticipated a similar experience. This afternoon, I was set to meet Michael, the fifth in line, and from the moment he walked in, I could tell he was an extraordinary presence.
He was strikingly handsome, exuding a confident charm that filled the room. His well-defined physique suggested dedication to fitness, and between sips of bourbon, he casually mentioned his passion for tennis. After fixing him a drink, I aimed to strike up a friendly rapport, asking how long he had been a member of the club. His response surprised me; he revealed he was relatively new to the scene, having joined just a month prior.
Curiosity piqued, I expressed my astonishment that he had seemingly navigated the ins and outs of the club so effortlessly. “Oh, it was easy,” he said nonchalantly, as he took a sip of his bourbon. “I heard about you from the bartender, and how you’d been meeting with club members.”
He leaned back, a playful glint in his eye, and said, “He mentioned you were the hottest star of the month.” The bartender then explained how easy it was to arrange an intimate introduction to you through Larry, but he humorously warned that such a special meeting would come with a hefty price tag of $500.
I held back a gasp, biting my tongue to keep my composure. Instead, I deftly shifted the conversation, pouring him an extra measure of hospitality, ensuring that Michael felt he had more than gotten his money’s worth during our engaging exchange of sexual favors.
After Michael left, I sat down to reflect on the new information I had uncovered. Larry is charging my clients more than our agreed-upon price. Additionally, Henry, the bartender, knows much more than just how to tend bar. I called Will at his workplace to update him on what I had discovered so far. Will informed me that he had found and purchased the listening device I had asked about.
On Friday, I entered the gentlemen’s club and made my way to the dressing room, where I concealed my listening device. As I was heading to training with Janet, Larry stopped me and informed me that he had assigned me the prime spot, pole #1, for the weekend performances. He also asked if I was ready to take on some new clients. Wanting to keep things as normal as possible for now, I replied, “Sure, go ahead and set them up.” I wasn’t prepared for a confrontation yet, so I chose not to mention the issue of overcharging customers.
I headed for my next training session. Janet seemed brighter than usual, offering tips and encouragement to help me with the prime spot. But I caught a moment—just a flicker—where Janet glanced toward the dressing room door as if expecting someone to be listening. Her warmth, once comforting, now felt organized. I decided to dig a little deeper.
“Janet, I genuinely appreciate everything you’ve done for me. I wouldn’t be where I am today without you,” I said. Janet replied, “You’re welcome, Ariana. From the very first day, I recognized your talent and knew you could become an excellent dancer, and you have.”
I continued, “Thanks again for everything. By the way, I’ve been meaning to ask you about something. Many of the gentlemen members have taken an interest in me and have purchased time to spend with me. I want to make sure I’m not stepping on your toes if you are interested in any of them, either romantically or otherwise.”
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