Chapter 1

Maggie Buchanan was a pretty redheaded woman, twenty-five-years-old, with a very voluptuous body – big breasts, and a tight, firm ass, (which she considers her best attribute). An exotic dancer at one of the local strip clubs, The Kitty Kat Klub, or “Triple K” for short, she was very popular with the men customers as well as being highly appealing to the men she wanted as sex partners.

Maggie preferred young, athletic, black men, especially the mythical well-hung black studs. She liked her cocks big, hard, and long-lasting! She knew there were such men because she had attracted several of them to her bed, and hoped to attract many more, so they could pleasure her mouth, pussy, and especially her ass.

Her latest was LaShawn Wilson, a tall, beefy, athletic black man she met one Thursday night at the Triple K when she was working. She had been doing one of her dance sets and was on the second of three dances in the set when she saw LaShawn sitting at a table by himself.

He was dressed very smartly in his black, three-piece pinstripe suit and white open-collar shirt. A black felt Fedora sat on the table next to him and he was nursing a drink. She decided to keep an eye on him and if he was still alone after her next dance, she would see if she could persuade him into letting her keep him company.

At the Triple K, each of the dancers did a three-song set. On the first song, they are fully dressed – scantily, but everything is covered. On the second dance, the girl removes her top and dances topless.

On the third song, she removes her bottoms and all she has between her and full nudity is a nearly non-existent g-string that barely covers anything. Because the club is inside the city limits, the regulations say the girls can’t dance fully nude, but in reality, there wasn’t much of a difference!

Maggie began her last dance, keeping her eye on her soon-to-be prize. When LaShawn looked up at her, she flashed him a smile and came dancing over to the edge of the stage. She curled her finger at him, calling him up and he came up to put a dollar in her g-string.

When he came up to give her the dollar, she turned around wiggling her ass at him and letting him know that’s where she wanted the tip. So he lifted the string running between her cheeks and slipped the bill under it, sawing it back and forth for a moment so she could feel it. Then she turned around, blew him a kiss, and he returned to his seat as she finished her dance.

Maggie got off stage and went back to the dressing room, getting dressed quickly. She didn’t want one of the other girl’s scooping her mark! She came out onto the floor and was relieved to see that none of the other girls was sitting with him.

“Hi baby, I’m Scarlet. Would you like a little company – a fine-looking hunk like you shouldn’t be drinking alone!” Maggie said turning on her charms.

“Sure, I guess,” he said. Maggie sat down and pulled her chair closer to him.

“You’re new here at the Kitty Kat Klub, aren’t you? I don’t think I’ve seen you here before,” Maggie started the small talk.

“No, this is my first time here. I’ve driven past this place a few times and been meaning to come in,” he said.

“Well, I’m really glad you did. But if you want me to stay, you’ll have to buy me a drink. Sorry, but that’s the house rules here. We aren’t allowed to sit with the customers unless we are drinking with them,” she said. This was the point usually that the guy either buys the girl a drink or decides he doesn’t need the company after all. Maggie hoped he would choose the former!

“Then I guess I should get you a drink! What do you like?” he asked, with a smile.

“I like mojitos, but I get a bigger cut from champagne,” she said.

“Well, I like to give a lady what she wants, but I also know that money is nice. Tell you what, I’ll get you a mojito to drink and you can give me a table dance for the difference in champagne. How does that sound?” he asked.

“Sounds like a wonderful idea. I’d love to dance for you,” she said, putting her hand on his thigh and smiling.

LaShawn indicated to another waitress to come over and he ordered them both a drink. “I’ll have another Scotch on the rocks and a mojito here for the lady,” he said. The waitress smiled and went to put the order in.

As they waited for the current song to end, Maggie rubbed his strong powerful thigh, coyly moving up his leg. She moved higher until she felt her way blocked by something. It was his cock – LaShawn had a raging hard-on from watching her dance!

Her eyes flicked up to meet his and she bit her bottom lip in her smile. She gingerly touched the bulge, running a single finger along its length. “Is this for me?” she asked.

“Mmmhmm,” he said. Maggie wrapped her hand around the large prominent lump and felt it jump when she gently squeezed it. “Oooh, it’s so hard! It must be hard to sit with that monster!” she said.

“It can be. But it can also be fun to sit on as well!” he said, chuckling.

“Mmm ... I can imagine...” she replied. The thought was a tempting one for her. It had been a couple of weeks since she had been stuffed good, and that was too long for her tastes.

She rubbed and stroked LaShawn’s hard cock for a couple of moments, enjoying how it felt in her small hand. LaShawn opened his legs wider and slid down in his chair a bit so she had better access to him.

Damn, he has a huge cock! Maggie thought as she stroked him, Sure wish I could get this monster in my pussy! The thought of being able to play with this giant made her lick her lips and she felt her pulse race.

Her thoughts were interrupted, however, when the next song came on. Damn! she thought to herself. But she made the best of it. “Oh, I love this song! How about that dance honey?” she asked LaShawn.

“Sure,” he said, and he moved his chair around to she could dance right in front of him.

The song playing was Lick by Joi and Maggie liked this song to dance to because it had a great rhythm to grind to and the lyrics were very suggestive.

The song only lasted for about six minutes which wasn’t a lot of time. Maggie wanted to quickly shed her top so she could dance topless for as long as she could for him. She stood in front of him and leaned over putting her hands on his shoulders.

“Want to help me with my top?” she asked playfully.

He reached up and smoothly unfastened the clasp in the center of her top between her full firm D cup tits. Her tits sprang forward, excited about their new freedom and her nipples hardening in the rush of cool room air.

Maggie stood up cupping and squeezing her wonderful tits, sinking her French-manicured fingertips into the pale creamy flesh. She played with her tits for a moment while swaying her hips and swishing her ass. She kept her eyes on him as she gyrated, judging her moves by his reactions.

She turned around, sitting in his lap and rotated her ass around feeling his hardness against her and rubbing her ass along its length. Maggie was getting quite turned on dancing for this hot stud and rubbing up against him.

She wished she could do more than dance – Maggie felt her pussy getting damp as she moved for him. Then she leaned back laying back against his with her head on his strong wide shoulder. She ran her fingers up and down her sides and played with her tits, pinching and tugging at her hard nipples while she gyrated.

LaShawn put his hands on her hips as she moved to keep her from falling and to hold her close to him. Maggie liked his hands on her – they were strong and powerful and large. She felt secure in his grip and she wriggled more intensely now.

Maggie turned back around and this time crawled up in his lap, straddling his thighs and sitting facing him. She opened his blazer and leaned forward just enough to let her diamond hard nipples graze his chest. He felt her through the thin shirt and she smelled her wonderful perfume as she leaned into him.

“You smell wonderful, Scarlet. What is that perfume you’re wearing?” he asked.

“It’s called Eternity, made by Calvin Klein. I like it,” she said, letting him smell it again.

“It’s very nice. You smell nice and you feel even better!” he said.

Maggie ground her ass down on LaShawn’s lap, “You feel pretty damn good yourself darling!” she said.

As the song progressed, Maggie shed her bikini bottom, leaving her only in her very tiny g-string and her heels. She danced around behind him and leaned over, laying her tits on either side of his head as she reached far down his chest, then ran her hands back up his chest. Then she walked back around him, trailing a finger over his arm to sit back down in his lap, wriggling some more on the hard cock.

About that time the song ended and sadly she sat back down. They finished their drinks as they talked a bit more. He found out her real name was Maggie and that she had been dancing for a few years now. She learned he was a professional trainer at one of the larger gyms in town.

“That must be why you are in such good shape,” Maggie said.

“Well, it wouldn’t do to have your trainer be an overweight slob!” he laughed.

“No, I suppose it wouldn’t at that!” she laughed with him.

As LaShawn downed the last of his drink he turned to Maggie, “Well, hon, I got to be going. Thanks for the dance and the company,” he said.

“Aww already? I was just getting to know you baby!” she said, disappointed.

“Yeah, well I gotta work tomorrow and I need to get home and get some dinner and get to bed. Work starts early at the gym and I need to be ready,” he said.

“Will you come by and see me again sometime?” she asked, hopeful. She said that to all of her customers but she really meant it with him. Maggie wanted to see more of this black stud. And maybe more than see him!

“You bet, sweetheart. I just wanted to check the place out tonight. Now that I know what it’s like in here, I’ll be back,” he assured her.

“Well if I’m working, be sure to let me know so we can continue our conversation. And if I’m not, you better not make time with any of these other sluts! You’re my man, you hear me, baby?” she said poking him in the chest with mock authority.

“Yes, ma’am!” he said, smiling. They got up and she walked him to the door. They said goodbye and after he left, she returned to her job ... it was about time for her next set.

The next day was Friday and Maggie headed off to her last day of work for the week. She had thought about LaShawn after he left the night before and he had told her what gym he worked at.

She actually considered going to see him at work, but then the night went on and she forgot about the idea. It probably wouldn’t have done any good anyway and he might have gotten mad at her coming to his work. After all, being a stripper can sometimes make people uncomfortable outside of the club environment.

Her night was going as usual, with about a dozen guys in the club at the time. She had stepped into the dressing room to get ready for her next set when LaShawn walked in the door. He found a table a couple of rows back from the “meat rack” – those seats right up next to the stage where the girls dance.