Chapter 2

When we arrived home Karen went to the bedroom. I thought she was getting ready for bed. Instead she had changed her outfit. She came out in a sexy black dress. It has a deep cut in the front to show off her cleavage and a slit on the bottom of the dress so you could see a large portion of her lovely legs.

Now let me describe Karen. She is a mature sexy lady. She has grey hair now it was dark brown when she was younger. She is what some would call a “Big Beautiful Woman.” She is endowed with 38C breasts. She has awesome legs. I am not sure if I am attracted to her breasts or her legs. Both can get my attention.

She came over to the couch where I was sitting. She sat down beside me. She looked at me with a smile and said, “I guess you like to know more of the story I started at the restaurant.”

My reply was, “Of course I want to hear more. Did you talk with the girls that had stripped? Did you consider going to work there as well? In fact did you become a stripper for the club?

Karen laughed. She had noticed I had a hard on. She said, “This has gotten you excited. Does the idea of me stripping turn you on?”

I had to say, “Yes!”

Karen laughed once again. I love hearing her laugh. She gave me a huge smile and she began.

Karen is sharing the story.

Remember I am 18 years old. I am sitting in a strip club with two nice businessmen. They have treated me extremely well. They are fun to be with.

I just discovered two of my close friends are stripping at this very club.

Honey, I was turned on thinking of the situation. One of my friends had went back into the VIP room to give one of the men a lap dance. The other man was enjoying the girls dancing. He turned to me and made my head spin when he spoke, “I think you are likely the prettiest girl in this room. I watched you work the crowd at the convention. You did a great job. I really believe if you felt comfortable you would make a huge amount of money dancing in the club here.”

I was shocked. I was also very excited to think this handsome man who was in his early thirties was saying this to me.

He went on to ask me, “Do you dance?”

“Yes I love to dance.” was my reply.

“What do you think of the girls who are dancing here?” he asked me. He went on to say, “Do you think they sluts for doing this type of work?”

I thought for a moment. My two friends who were stripping here were not sluts. They were really nice young ladies. I had never seen them out of line except if one thinks stripping is out of line. So my reply to him was, “No I don’t think they are sluts for dancing. They are good looking. They dance well and I suspect can get a guy hard with the way they dance.”