Chapter 13

Darlene and Stephanie spent their week off going out together, shopping for costumes and getting to know each other. They found out that they both love doing many of the same things and both got their nails done while sitting side by side as their hands and feet were attended to. On the last day of their time off, they both went to the spa together and got their lady parts waxed.

Their friendship was firmly in place when they both arrived at the club the next day. Both of the women wore comfy joggers and loose t-shirts when they walked in the door. The club was still the same. Still the same stages, still the same girls, still the same lights and songs. Even the guys crowded around the main stage seemed like they were the same.

Darlene paused before going to the dressing room and looked the room over. The words of her loving husband rang out in her ears, ‘Do this if you want.’

Darlene smiled and decided that she did want to. She went into the dressing room and put on her first outfit then moved to the floor and started to stretch getting warmed up for the evening of dancing and making money the way she liked to.

Once she was loose and feeling good, she walked out to the club floor and started talking to the men seeing if any of them wanted a private dance.

Darlene was wearing a deep red corset with a plunging neckline, laced tightly in the back to accentuate her curves. The shimmering fabric caught the stage lights, making her presence impossible to ignore. Paired with it was a matching high-cut thong, thin straps hugging her hips, and lace garter straps connecting to sheer thigh-high stockings with delicate lace tops. Strappy high-heeled sandals completed the look, though on some nights, she opted for thigh-high patent leather boots for extra drama. A black choker with a dangling gemstone rested against her throat, adding a touch of elegance, while long gloves gave her something to remove teasingly as part of her routine. Her hair, styled in loose waves, framed her face perfectly, and her bold red lips and smoky eyes only enhanced her already captivating presence. Tonight, she was more than just a dancer—she was a showstopper.

The night seemed to be slow for her, since no one wanted a dance when she asked them. She moved to the bar and sipped at a coke while she waited for her turn on stage.

Angel had the same success ending up standing by Lola both sipping drinks looking for someone new to walk in.

How is it this slow? Angel asked, frustrated by the lack of men in the club.

I have no idea. Though it is only six o’clock. I suppose we should give it time. Darlene said through their link.

When Darlene went to the stage, the men by the stage all cheered and watched her move as she removed her gloves, then her shoes and stockings. She took the bra cups from her corset off letting her breasts out for view instead of trying to untie it all. When the third song ended, she slid her panties off and worked the floor and pole making sure that her pretty pussy was seen by everyone. She did get it waxed just for this sort of occasion so she knew she had to show it off to get her money’s worth.

The men around the stage all agreed that her sacrifice was worth it and gave her many dollars while she moved around the stage.

Once all of the money had been collected she went to redress and then move through the floor against seeking someone to give a private dance to.

“Oh baby! I love your look!” one of the men said when she asked if he wanted a private dance. “I’ll be happy to dance with someone as hot as you!” He exclaimed standing up from the table and the other guys who he was sitting with.

“Then come this way sir.” Darlene/Lola said, leading the man to the back room for a private dance.

Once they found an empty booth, he sat down and she sat next to him. “I charge 100 for a three song dance and if you want any extra services, that will cost you more.”

“What extras do you offer? Hummer? Sex perhaps?” the man said, leering at her hungrily.

She looked down at his crotch and took a hold of his cock, giving it a squeeze, evaluating it size and shape. “Yes, for you, I do offer sex, but that will be three hundred for that.”

The man grinned, his hand sliding up Lola’s leg as he considered the offer. “Hell yes. Never gotten a deal like this from a slut like you before. I’ll take it.”

Lola’s entire body tensed at the word slut. The casual disrespect in his tone set her teeth on edge, a sharp reminder of why she never went all the way with clients. They didn’t understand the privilege of being with a woman like her. To them, it was just another transaction—something cheap, something to be taken. They treated it like a cheap thrill to be used then discarded.

“Honey, you should learn some manners. Talking like that won’t get you the best dance. Be nice.”

Properly chastised, the man apologized. “Sorry Lola. I didn’t mean it. I got carried away.”

“You are forgiven.” she said, then took the money from him and stuck it in her corset as the music started and she started her private dance.

When she had gotten her panties off and he was steely hard, she moved onto his lap and took his cock deeply into her body with practiced ease. Both sighed as the feeling of her hot wet pussy embraced his cock. He put his arms around her body, holding onto the corset for leverage as she flexed her hips back and forth making sure her clit was stimulated while ensuring that he got lots of pleasure as well. When the song ended, he groaned as his orgasm started and he shot his load deep into Lola’s body ending their time together.

Lola took a towel and held it against her crotch as she pulled off the man’s member and his cum started to leak out of her. When she thought she was clean enough, she reached down and used the same towel to wipe the worst of their experience from his member.

She then leaned over him and kissed him on the cheek. “Thank you.” Darlene whispered to him then turned away and walked away to go and get cleaned up.

“Jerk.” she muttered as she entered the dressing room. “Call a hard working woman like me such names, how dare he.” She continued to rant as she took the corset off and then got a wet washcloth and cleaned her sex completely. The other girls in the room watched and listened to her rant silently. They had all been there and dealt with customers who were worse than others, their words and actions making no fun to be around.