Paul had had a hell of a day. The boss had been on his case all day about a project that he needed to take care of. It wasn’t even his project – he was going to have to fix someone else’s fuck up! On top of that, he had found out that the promotion he had been counting on wasn’t going to happen due to “budget cuts”. Yeah right! The company wasn’t worried about budget cuts – they were just concerned with their profit margin!

He was driving home and passed by the same bar he had passed by a hundred times before. It was a small little titty bar called The Lonely Lady. Kind of a dive from the outside, but his day had been going so shitty it really didn’t matter what the place looked like, so long as they had alcohol and plenty of it!

He didn’t need any hassles with the cops just to round out a perfectly dreadful day, so he had the presence of mind to finish the drive home and then take a cab back to the bar. He planned on getting way too drunk to drive this night!

The cabbie dropped him off at the front door. “You want me to come back and get you at a certain time, mister?” he said as Paul exited the vehicle.

“No, that’s all right – I don’t know how long it will take me to get drunk enough!” he said, flipping the cabbie the fare. “Keep the change.” As the cab driver took off for another pickup, Paul walked up to the front door. He read the sign on the front door stating that no one under 18 was allowed and that the bar had a two drink minimum.

No problem there! he thought to himself. He would have that many on standby! He stepped into the dimly lit, smoke-hazed bar and stood in the doorway as his eyes adjusted to the light. Once he could see well enough, he picked out a table in the corner next to one of the satellite stages and sat down.

The waitress came by within a couple minutes since the bar wasn’t that busy. “What can I get you?” she asked.

“Let’s start with a beer and see where that takes us,” he said. She smiled and went off to get his beer. Paul turned his attention to the stage before him as the music changed and the DJ announced the stage name of the next dancer.

“Gentlemen, I give you Honey! Wouldn’t you like to dip into her pot?!”

Honey came out onto the stage wearing a sexy little bee outfit with wings and antenna. As she danced, she removed the velcro cups on the corset top, exposing her well formed tits. Then she moved to take off the little yellow and black tutu skirt from around her waist.

Honey danced and gyrated seductively, working the crowd of progressively more inebriated men. She was all right looking, but let’s face it – good looking blondes were pretty commonplace! She would have to be something spectacular to stand out for Paul tonight. So he sucked on his beer and as the last of the cool liquid slid down his throat, he motioned for the waitress again.

“Get you another beer?” she asked.

“Why don’t you cut your walking down a bit and bring a couple this time,” he said. The waitress smiled at his comment and went off to get his beers.

Next on stage was a young red headed woman who went by the name of Scarlet. “Here is Scarlet – frankly my dear, you are gorgeous!” the DJ playfully announced. Scarlet came out on the main stage and began dancing while Honey moved to the satellite stage in front of Paul. He gave Honey some obligatory glances as well as some to Scarlet and he even got up to slip a buck into Honey’s g-string. But he still wasn’t all that impressed with the action that night.

Things would pick up for him, though, as the dancers rotated again. The music changed again and once more the DJ announced the next dancer. “On stage for your viewing pleasure is Cocoa! What a pair of marshmallows in her cups too!” he quipped. Paul turned to see this new applicant for his attentions and he was not disappointed this time.

Cocoa was a gorgeous 23 year old mixed race babe with soft light brown skin and long, straight black hair that hung down to mid back. Her tight 5 foot-6 inch body was a perfectly proportioned 36D-23-34 with a well-rounded ass in the back and naturally firm, full tits out front. Paul was awestruck by her.

As the music played he watched Cocoa, even though Scarlet danced her best right in front of him and Honey walked around the floor looking for someone to ask her to sit with them. As she gyrated and worked the pole on the main stage, Paul was transfixed – he didn’t even hear the waitress when she came over and asked him if he needed another beer.

Paul got up and walked over to the stage where Cocoa danced and motioned for her to come over. She came close and Paul reached up, slipping a bill into her g-string. Cocoa smiled sweetly at his tip and moved back to center stage. Paul walked back to his seat to finish watching her dance.

As the music finished, Cocoa made her way to the stage where Paul was sitting. This is what he had been waiting for. He took up a good spot where he could watch her every sexy, fluid movement. The next song began and Cocoa went to work. She knew that the man in front of her was interested and she played to him as if he was the only one in the place.

Paul was mesmerized by her beauty and her charms worked on him flawlessly. He laid a five spot on the edge of the stage and stood there waiting for her to come over. Cocoa, with her back on the dancing pole, slid slowly down the pole to the stage floor and sexually crawled over to where he was standing. Topless now, she made sure that she let him see her well-formed tits as she crawled, cat-like towards him.

She approached the edge of the stage and sat back on her heels, her legs wide spread and her thong panty mere inches from him. She smiled down on him as he slipped the bill into her panty.

She put her hand over his and rubbed his hand over her pussy teasing him before she leaned over to kiss him and rub her tits in his face. She then resumed dancing, giving him a little wink and smile. Paul loved it and he curled a finger her way motioning for her to come back, which she did.

“When you’re through here, come sit with me,” he said. She smiled and then went back to finish her song.

Her song finished and she left the stage. She approached him with the intention of interesting him in a lap dance. She walked up to him and sat in his lap. “Do you mind if I have a seat” she asked. “You can sit wherever you like” he responded. “What’s your name sexy?” she asked him.

He told her his name was Paul. She told him her name was really Jenny, but she goes by Cocoa when working. They chatted for a while and he held the conversation pretty well. Cocoa –Jenny – was impressed. Most guys she talked to when she was working are either so wasted they can’t form intelligible words, or they start stuttering every word.

Jenny was wearing a skintight gold microshorts and a tiny gold bikini top and she could feel Paul’s dick getting harder as she sat on his lap, letting him caress her leg while they talked and laughed. After a few minutes into the conversation Jenny asked him, “Are you ready to have some REAL fun?”

“The question is, are YOU ready?” he replied.

“Why don’t you let me give you a little lap dance,” she said as she rubbed her ass on the bulge of his pants.

“Can we go somewhere we can be alone?” he said. Jenny smiled, one last VIP dance before she was ready to go home with her earnings for the night. The VIP dances are in a small private room where the customer and dancer can be alone and she is able the bend the rules a little more than normally for a more satisfied customer.

Jenny stood up and grabbed his hand and pulled him along. He followed her to a VIP room where she shut the door behind him. The room consisted of a leather lounge chair which leaned almost completely back as flat as a bed, and a small table in the corner with a dim lamp and a timer for the dances.

Jenny sat Paul in the chair and told him to get comfortable. She set the timer to 15 minutes, which is the standard time for a VIP dance. Paul laid back in the lounge chair and put his hands behind his head. Jenny slid out of the shorts she was wearing and let them fall to the ground.

She stepped out of them and got on top of him, sitting on his still bulging pants with each one of her long, lean legs on the outside of each of his, basically a “cowgirl” position. Jenny sexily untied her top and took it off to reveal her firm round tits and hard-as-pencil-eraser nipples. She threw her tiny top in the corner by the table. Now wearing only a thong to hide her completely shaven pussy, Paul automatically drew one of his hands from behind his head and tried to grab the soft breasts she was presenting him.

“I’m sorry Paul, I can’t let you do that because it’s against the club rules to allow the guys to touch,” Jenny told him.

“I thought you said you were ready to have fun,” he said.

“Why don’t you let me take care of the fun. Don’t worry baby, I’ll take good care of you,” Jenny smiled and replied.

“Why don’t we take care of each other?” he said, giving her a smile and continued, “I’ll give you $100 extra and all you have to do is let me touch wherever I want.”

Jenny thought for a second, $100 is a lot of money, and she could sure use the money. And he was already paying to see her topless, what harm could it be to let him touch her for a quick hundred. “Okay,” she said.

With that, Paul grasped each of Jenny’s tender tits and squeezed with lust in his eyes. Jenny continued giving him the lap dance even as he mauled her tits. She grabbed the increasing bulge of his pants, aggressively massaging his stiffened cock. He caressed every inch of Jenny’s entire smooth mocca body, taking advantage of the extra privileges he was paying for.

He grabbed one of her tits and leaned up and started sucking on the stiff, swollen nipple. Jenny didn’t say anything knowing that she had agreed to the deal, and didn’t specify whether he could do that or not, plus it was turning her on.

“Oooh, baby, that feels good,” she mewed as Paul’s hot mouth closed over her nipple and his tongue went to work.

She pulled his head in closer and grabbed his hand which was set right above her waist, guiding it to her free tit. He squeezed and massaged one of her tits with one hand and worked his tongue and mouth all over the other one. Jenny was getting more turned on, and wetter, with every minute that went by. For the first time in a long time, she was enjoying this more than she thought she would.