The following story came about as a result from a conversation I had with a good friend and fellow author. My thanks to Molly for the idea for this story!

My name is Daniel Winston and I want to tell you a story about the time I went to this new strip club in town. I work for a local freight company – hauling whatever they need hauled, to wherever they need it taken. It’s a good job ... hard work at times, but good pay and some really good guys to work with.

One of my hauling buddies told me of a new strip club called Madame Molly’s that I should check out sometime. He said the babes there were really hot and the place was usually always hopping. The place even had a web site! Ahh, the wonders of the computer age! When I got home that night, I logged onto the site and began checking the place out.

This club had a lot more than just girls getting naked. Many of the customer reviewers talked about “mileage”, how far a dancer would go in the private booths at the back of the club. I could not believe what I was reading. Apparently, some dancers did lots more than others, and the website had all the details. I got hard just reading the hints and suggestions about what might go down there.

A couple weeks went by, and my buddy at work asked me if I had gone by the club yet. I told him I hadn’t and he encouraged me to go. I had been to the website a few more times, reading more about it and enjoying the illicit thrill of something that was so forbidden. I knew my girlfriend would be furious if I went to a strip club and “spent my hard earned money on some slutty stripper”. Maybe, but that made me think about it even more. After all, what good is money if you can’t enjoy yourself with it?

I was driving through the industrial area of town, coming back from a delivery one afternoon, when I realized I was close to the club I had read about. I decided I would come back by that afternoon when I got off work and check the place out in person. I hadn’t been to a strip club since my college days and that had been a long time ago! I knew my girlfriend would not approve, but she would be working for a few hours yet so I could get home before her and she would never know. This was my chance and so after work I made a beeline for the club. I didn’t tell my buddy I was going (he isn’t real big on the discretion thing and has a hard time with things leaking out of his mouth sometimes!).

The club was on the outskirts of town ... the town I lived in was pretty conservative and didn’t want their family friendly reputation sullied by some x-rated hoochie bar. Hell, it was hard enough to find a regular bar or package store in town! I pulled off the highway, down a short dirt road towards the club in a fairly rural part of the county.

I arrived at the club and pulled into the parking lot. It was a fairly nondescript building – aside from the neon signs in front, you’d think it was some kind of warehouse or commercial building. The parking lot was only partially full since it was just after quitting time and the crowds hadn’t all gathered apparently. I paid my entrance fee and the guy told me of the two drink minimum. No problem I thought, I could handle two beers easily. I stepped into the darkness and stood near the door, letting my eyes adjust.

The place wasn’t that big, but it wasn’t a tiny place either. As I looked around I saw there was a long main stage that jutted out into the room a bit like a runway model’s stage with stools along the sides and end. There was also a couple smaller satellite stages set in the corners of the main lounge. Each stage had a stripper pole on it. The DJ booth was set to the side of the main stage and the bar was set up along one wall. There was plenty of small four-person tables in the lounge, but not so many that the girls were crowded when they did their table dances. The stage floors were all mirrored and the walls had large full length mirrors with strips of neon lighting between them. Neon lighting permeated the place, the soft blue, red, and pink colors lit up the place well enough that after my eyes adjusted from outside, I could actually see quite well. The floor of the club itself was tile – probably for ease of cleaning up the spilled liquor and other fluids that may be found on a bar floor.

Dancing on the main stage was a bleached blonde with big, fake tits and a fairly decent body. She looked to be around 25 years old or so, but she had taken care of herself. She wasn’t really my type, but I could tell by the nasty moves she was doing that she was one of those girls who would do whatever it took to make the customer happy. I kept her in the back of my mind as a possibility ... The place wasn’t real busy yet, so I found a table a little away from the main stage. There was five or six guys sitting on the “meat rack” – the stools right up next to the stage, and a few other guys sitting at other tables around the lounge.

Presently, a one of the cocktail waitresses approached me. “Hi, my name is Becky, can I get you something to drink?” she said, smiling broadly. She had a bubbly personality and wasn’t the least bit shy. I asked her what kinds of beers they had here and she rattled off several names. She leaned over as she took my order – her skimpy low-cut tube top showing off her body.

My buddy at work was right – from what I had seen so far, the women here were hot and sexy, but there was something about the smuttiness of the place that was the most exciting. I liked the fact that this was “wrong” and that I was here to get as filthy as possible with one of these dancers.

A couple of the dancers came by and asked if I wanted a table dance. The first was a short latino girl with tits that were too big for her frame. She wasn’t unattractive I guess, but she wasn’t what I was looking for. I wanted to do some more “window shopping” before picking out my pussy playmate. I politely passed her up, telling her maybe later I might be interested so she wouldn’t be too disappointed. She boldly grabbed my cock through my jeans and asked if I wanted a blowjob. That almost blew my mind. I could not believe she was so up-front about it. She was not my type and I passed.

Up next was a young blonde with huge 1980’s style hair in a thong bikini who sat in my lap and rubbed her well-tanned ass on my hard shaft. She offered a similar deal, but again I didn’t want to jump on the first (or second) piece of ass that came by. Besides, she seemed to have had a few too many drinks bought for her. She stumbled off and a couple moments later I saw this well-built redhead strolling around from patron to patron. She seemed more refined and distinguished than the other girls – she carried herself as if she was almost above her surroundings. She wasn’t dressed in the typical skimpy stripper clothes either, instead she wore a floor-length red dress that plunged down to the beltline in front and was slit up the side to the hip. It had a diamond-shaped gold sequined belt around the waist. The dress fit her like it was made just for her and she was stunning in it.

I watched her as she stopped for a moment at each table smiling and talking a bit with each person then moving on. She worked her way around the room until she headed my way.

“Hello, my name is Molly and I am the owner of this place. I hope you are having a good time,” she said. Her voice was sultry and soft as butter. I felt my cock twitch just listening to her.

“My name is Daniel. Looks like you have a nice place here,” I said. Molly smiled at the compliment.

“Is this your first time here at Molly’s, Daniel?” she asked.

“Yeah, I just stopped in the check it out,” I answered.

“Well, let me give you the rundown then,” she said. She began rattling off the prices at Mollys. “Drinks here are $5.00 for a beer and $7.50 for a mixed drink. You already know there is a 2 drink minimum. Table dances are $10.00 – $20.00 depending on what the particular girls asks for. We also have VIP rooms available where you and the girl of your choice can go for a more intimate time together.”

“I see. And what goes on in the VIP rooms?” I asked.

“That’s between you and your girl. She sets what goes on and she sets the price of it. But of course there is a limit – this isn’t a whorehouse!” she said, winking.

“Now we have some house rules too. Here in the lounge, there’s no touching of the girls. They can touch you, but you can’t touch them. No grabbing a boob or swatting an ass or you’re out of here. The only touching you can do is slipping a tip into their g-string. Also the girls can only sit and talk as long as you buy them a drink – the same prices you pay. We have our barber’s chair over there for the brave souls. You can pick whichever girl you want to be your bartender there.” She pointed to a barber chair set on a small stage.

“What’s the barber chair?” I asked, never having seen such a feature in a strip club.

“Well you go over there and our girls will tip you back onto your back and mix a drink in your mouth. The drink is more expensive – $25.00 for a mixed drink there – but you get special service by our lovely ladies!” she said.

I listened to Molly explain the way things worked. I wasn’t so much worried about the prices or the rules so much as I was entranced by her voice and looks. She was amazing! I would have been happy just sitting there with her all night, but she had other customers to talk with and she needed to mingle.

I watched Molly walk away and then turned my attention back to the other girls working the room.

The next girl up was a cute little brunette with a nice pair of tits and a delicious looking ass. Now this was more like it. As she got up on the stage I took out a couple ones and walked up to the stage. The brunette jiggled and wiggled her way over to me and I slipped the bills into her waistband.

“When your done here, why don’t you come see me?” I said. She smiled at me and I turned to make my way back to my seat. I watched with renewed interest the young brunette on stage. I had to admit things were definitely looking up! She may have been small compared to the other girls but she had skills! The things she did to that stripper pole made my own “pole” just as hard!

When her set was over she went back into the back and then appeared a moment later. She moved through the lounge towards me ... and I watched her every move! She moved like a cat and I felt my cock straining against my jeans to get a peek itself. She approached my table and I stood pulling her chair out for her.

“Oh my, such the gentleman!” she said, smiling coyly. I seated her then sat down myself.

My companion was a sexy young girl with dark hair and a couple of tattoos. One of them was a red heart above her left tit and the other one I would find out about a little later! She also sported pierced nipples with little silver rings through them – something I found quite a turn-on.

I could tell she had to be 22 years old. Her body was well proportioned and curvy, but not fat, a very attractive 34D-25-27. She sat in the chair next to me with her legs parted just enough to be suggestive without being too slutty. She was flirting, but her style wasn’t one of commercialism – you would think she was genuinely interested in you as a person, not just a payday. Her face was very pretty and we talked for a bit and I got her to smile, her beautiful green eyes sparkling.

“So what’s your name, Mr. Chivalry?” she asked.

“Daniel. Daniel Winston,” I said.

“Nice to meet you Daniel, my name is Rachael. Is this your first time here? I’d remember a man that pulled my chair out for me!”