Chapter 1

I looked out the hotel window at the garish neon lights on the other side of the road. Girls; live naked girls it claimed. I was alone in the city, no one would know if I went and took a look. I took the pile of cash that uncle Jesse had given me, and went over.

It was warm in the club, and fairly dark. A large grey haired man demanded fifty dollars. I handed it over and went in.

It was a large room with a stage at one end, tables with chairs arranged on wide curved ascending steps so each would have a clear view. There were only a few men in the place, all sitting alone at tables on the back, highest step. I walked down at sat at the front, as close as I could get to the stage.

Music started, an old disco tune I barely recognized. A woman in a long dress came past me, went up the steps onto the stage, and started to dance.

She looked at me and I smiled at her; she smiled back. I was electrified, even though I knew she was just doing her job. She was 30ish, with tangled blond hair and a great figure. The dress came off and she threw it aside, her bra followed and she was gyrating just a few feet from me in a g-string. I leaned back and grinned at her, and she grinned right back.

It was odd that I could flirt with a stripper; I was normally shy with girls. So afraid or rejection that I almost never asked one out, and when I did I had no idea how to seduce. Instead, I just made friends. I was an 18 year old virgin.

“What do you want to drink?” a voice asked. I turned to face a pair of naked breasts. I looked up into the most beautiful face I’d ever seen, dark slanted eyes framed by wavy black hair, her mouth smiling in welcome.

“Coke.” I said.

She laughed and turned away, on high heels and carrying a perfect ass.

I drank my cola as another girl came on, then the waitress danced for me. I was really impressed at how sexy and beautiful they all were, considering what a seedy little place it was.

“You look really happy.” The Asian waitress said to me from the stage as she shook her breasts at me with a smile.

“I am.” I said.

She laughed, jumped around, and bent over to show me her ass. She twirled around the pole, turned herself upside down and opened her long muscular legs. The G-string was bunched in her vagina so the red lips were visible, not a hair to be seen. I looked at her without any shame at all; this was different. It was her job to be looked at, lusted over.

After her dance, she came and sat down next to me. There were still only a few other customers. She was wet with sweat.

“You’re allowed to look.” She said, “I’m a stripper, it’s why I’m here.”

I let my eyes slide down her supple frame; she was exquisite. Her breasts were medium, apple sized, and stood proud with erect nipples. Her throat, her belly, her hips...

“Are you going to buy me a drink?” she asked.

We each had a ten dollar coke as another girl danced.

“That’s my friend Ginny.” The waitress said, “Look at the way she shakes her ass! Go on, you weren’t shy about looking at me when I was on stage.”

Ginny smiled at me and lifted her large fake tits in my direction. I was euphoric.

I’m an oversized oaf on a man. Already overweight at eighteen, spotty faced, with thin ginger hair. I come from a farming town where you can’t spit on the sidewalk without getting in trouble.

“What’s your name?” I asked the gorgeous naked waitress.

“Asia.” She said. “What’s yours?”

“Chuck.” I said.

She asked me about myself, and I told her how I was in town for a couple of days.

“You want a lap dance?” Asia asked.

“Sure!” I said.

“You have to give Hank fifty.” She said, waving him over. “You can have any girl you want.”

“Even you?”

She smiled broadly.

“Even me.” She confirmed. “Have you ever had a lap dance before?” she said as she stood up.

“No.”

“You can hold my hips or my ankles, but you can’t put your hand anywhere else.”

“Ok.” I agreed.

She kneeled over me on the padded bench and shook her breasts within an inch of my face. She stood and did the same with her tight little ass. She slid her naked body over me, she sat on my lap and leaned back, reaching behind to hold my head as she gyrated on my stiff cock.

But what really got me was the way she looked at me, the big hot flirtatious smile. The gleam in her eyes looked so convincing, I was totally impressed.

“I like you.” She said.

“I like you too.” I told her.

“So you have a room at the hotel across the street?” she asked.

“Yes.” I said.

She looked at me expectantly. My throat seized up as I realized what she was waiting for.

She smiled and stood up. “I have to go get dressed.” She said, “Meet me outside.”

Hank scowled at me as I headed towards the door.

“Hold it.” He said, baring my way, “Show me some ID.”

“But I’m leaving.” I protested.

“Yeah, after you show me some ID.” He insisted.

He was a big guy, as big as me but old and tough. I pulled out my driver’s license. He examined it and handed it back.

“You got condoms?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“Ok.” He said, and stepped aside.

I thought he was going to tell me how much I had to pay, but he didn’t say a word. I figured a girl like her had to be expensive, and I was ok with that. I was sure I could never have a hot girl like Asia without paying, and my uncle had given me the cash “to have fun in the city”. I just had no idea about the procedure.

She popped out of an unmarked steel door a few yards away. It was cold, and she was wearing a heavy coat and a woolen cap with her glorious hair spilling out around her neck. She smiled and took my hand as we dodged across the busy road to the hotel.

We were silent in the elevator, neither of us knowing what to say. She was about 5’7”, as high as my chin. In the hard overhead light, I realized she was older than I’d thought. She had slight lines at her eyes and mouth, she was at least 30.

“You look nervous.” She said.

“I’m new at this.” I said.

“I’m not.” She laughed, “But I still get just as nervous.”

I smiled at her and took both her hands; an almost innocent maneuver you might think. I was only confident enough to do that because she was a stranger, a professional. I had no fear with her, she couldn’t tell my friends that I was a stupid oaf, or had no dress sense, or anything else.

The elevator stopped, the door opened, we went to my room. As soon as the door closed, she was shedding her clothes. I followed her lead, and as I got my underwear off she was on her back on the bed, legs open, waiting.

I stared at her beautiful hairless groin; her small pink vagina glistened at me, smiling in a similar way to her mouth. I wanted to touch her, kiss her, lick that sweet experienced snatch with my uneducated tongue.

“Just do it!” she said urgently. “Get a condom on that thing and get in here.”

It wasn’t what I wanted; but I did as she asked, and within a minute I was pushing my cock into her lovely body. It felt different to how I’d imagined; the pressure against my rod was perfect, even and strong. She sighed and held me tight, lifting her hips to meet my thrusts.

“Harder!” she insisted, “Don’t hold back, I’m going to come!”

She groaned and her fingers dug into my upper arms. Her vagina contracted, her face was tense. It was more that I could possibly hope to resist; I came with her.

I held my weight on my elbows and knees as I shrank inside her. She looked at me blankly for a moment, then smiled.

“That was intense.” She said, “Quick, but intense.”

“Sorry.” I said.

“Don’t be, I told you not to hold back. Let’s take a bath.”

So I found myself in a hotel bathtub with a hot stripper. We talked a bit. Well, I talked and she listened. And she played with my penis with hot soapy hands at the same time, and smiled. Oh god, that smile; I wish you could see it. The way her dark eyes shone in the dim light, the happiness on her face as she fondled my young white penis in the quiet privacy of the steaming bathtub, her natural tits floating between us.

Either she was really enjoying herself, or she was a great actress. Either way, I was a happy fella.

We went back to bed. It was different this time; we kissed and fondled, we made love. I kissed her mouth, her nipples, and went down on her too.

I loved it; the taste, the sensation, the excitement of being between the legs of a beautiful woman. I wasn’t sure about the etiquette of going down on a prostitute. Did guys do that? No matter, who cares what others do? I liked it, and she seemed to like it, her grin was wild as she looked down into my eyes, holding my head between her wide open thighs, stroking my spine with one toe.

“Make me come!” she urged, “Tickle my clit, hold my ass tight. Oh yes, yes...”

She sighed and groaned softly as her legs wrapped around my wide shoulders, her eyes went big and round and she laughed a little as she squirmed and apparently came. Did that really happen, I wondered? Was she actually having a good time, or was she worthy of an Oscar? Either way, I was electrified, more excited than I’d ever been in my life.

“Ready for round two?” she asked breathlessly, holding my hard penis in her hand as she kissed my wet mouth.

“I sure am!” I said, getting another condom, which she put on me by sucking it into her mouth and then putting my cock in.

I looked into her smile as I pushed it into her tight vagina again, there was no urgency. I fucked her slowly but hard, and she came. I fucked her fast, and she came again. Finally, in the early hours of the morning, we came together.

“Wow baby!” she said softy as we cuddled, “That was fantastic. Maybe the best ever.”

I appreciated her words, but didn’t believe them. I believed she really did enjoy it though. I woke up to find her gone. She hadn’t taken anything from me, except my semen and my heart.

I’d paid $50 for the lapdance, that was all. I was a bit confused; maybe she thought I’d paid Hank and he thought I paid her. Or maybe ... was it possible she wasn’t a prostitute, but chose to do it with me just for fun?

I was back in town to start school a few months later. I had a week at the same hotel, by the end of which I needed to be in an apartment.

I looked longingly at the lights from the club, my cock pulsing just thinking about her.

I paid the $50 and went in, but she wasn’t there.

“Asia only works a few nights a week.” The blond stripper told me. “Look, you’d better forget about her. She’s a sweet girl but she leaves a trail of wreckage behind her. You want a dance?”

She did all the same things as Asia had done, but it wasn’t the same. She was good looking, she was sexy, but she didn’t really like doing it. She was professional, it was her job. I thanked her and tipped her.

The next night I had dinner with some friends who lived in the city. I got to the club at about midnight. The place was packed this time, and She was there.

She was writhing around on some business type guy in a sharp suit. I found an empty table on the second tier and watched her. My cock was stiff and my throat was dry; I ordered a ten dollar coke and watched her perform; she was too beautiful for this, too sexy. Her body was amazing, her face gorgeous. Because she looked so happy, as if she really liked her job, naked in a room full of horny men.

Asia dry humped a second guy at the same table, laughing and flirting. Then she was on stage, gyrating and writhing for the hooting crowd. She shone, her legs swinging and her firm breasts bouncing, but as usual the most beautiful part of her was the smile she carried.

Asia loved it; she cherished the attention, the bleary eyes of the drunken middle aged men on her body made her wild. She wanted that lust focused at her, it was her drug. She focused her stare on each man in the front tier, one after the other. Fat men, old men, it didn’t matter. They all longed to have her, and for those few seconds, each did.

As she came down the steps like a proud cat, I stepped down into the light and waved to catch her attention. She saw me and smiled without as much enthusiasm as I’d been hoping for.

“Hey, how are you?” she asked, “Back in town?” she had to stand close so I’d hear her over the music; her damp naked body radiated sexual heat, her breasts just inches from me. She was so small, half my weight, yet the power was all hers. She could have knocked me over with the touch of a finger.