Driving into the lot, it was observed that there were not too many cars, which is a good thing when visiting a club. Fewer guys means more attention by the ladies there, and that means a better chance at having some extra-curricular fun, and definitely for a cheaper price; these girls still have to make the rent, and on a slow night they are more open to price negotiations for their time.

 

I ordered a Jack and Coke and sat down close to the stage. I spotted a waitress and told her I was looking to spend a little time with a beautiful, petite, young lady who was willing to keep a nice guy company for about an hour or two. She said that there was a brand new girl there, and it was her very first night to dance, ever. I told her, “send her over here, and I will treat her right, and make her first night dancing worth her while.”

 

A few minutes later, this gorgeously tanned, long blonde-haired vixen walks over to me, and tells me her name is Ashley. She had a perky set of 34B’s, that were trying there damnedest to pop out of the white bikini top she was wearing, which was just a bit too small to be worn swimming, but was just right for strip club attire.

 

She had on a pair of matching white paten-leather heels, which added about seven-inches to her 5-3” 110-pound frame. She sported a small tattoo of a Scorpio zodiac on her left ankle, and her toes were polished with the most beautiful shade of translucent pink. She made it a point to dangle her foot back and forth as she sat on my lap, with her arm around my neck.

 

Noticing that I was watching her move her foot back and forth, admiring her soft, golden-tanned toes and ankle, she said, “I just got my toenails polished today. My friend Lisa took me because she said if I was serious about dancing, my feet and my body always have to look good. Do you like them?”

 

I smiled, leaned over to her, and said, “baby, you have yourself a foot man tonight. Your pedicure looks awesome!” Then I kissed her on the cheek, and caressed her leg.

 

 

 

Looking at me, she tells me that she was nervous about going up on stage and taking off her clothes in front of a bunch of guys.  I told her that there was nothing to be nervous about, mainly because there weren’t that many guys in there to begin with. I then told her to pretend that she was only taking off her clothes for me, and nobody else. With that, she smiled, gave me a kiss and went up as the DJ called her name.

 

When she was finished with her set, she came back, sat down, leaned over and asked me if we could go where it was a little bit more private. I summoned the floor manager and told him we wanted the most private VIP suite available.

 

We sat down on the couch, her in my lap, and waited for the song playing to finish. Ashley asked me, “So, what can we do in here with all this privacy? I know what I want to do.” She smiled very seductively, placed her hand on my crotch and started to rub. I said to her, “I thought you were new to this type of thing,” to which she replied, “I’m new to dancing, but I have fucked once or twice in my life. Hell, I’m 19 years old.”

 

With that, she unzipped my pants, pulled out my dick, and dropped to her knees. After about five minutes of sucking my cock, she stands up, gets into my lap up on her knees. She grabs my head with both hands, places my face into her cleanly shaven pussy, and tells me, “Now it’s your turn.” I place my tongue inside her pink pussy lips and begin to flicker it from side to side, up and down, while also sucking her clit ever so gently. She presses me into her crotch even harder and tells me to tongue-fuck her because she wants to cum on my face. I oblige and give her a tongue-lashing that sent her body into quivering ecstasy.

 

After she squirted all over my face, with pussy juice running down my chin, she tells me to get ready because she about to not only give her first lap dance, but was going to fuck me in the process. I ask her if she wants me to use a condom, but she tells me there is no need for it. “I want you to shoot your cum deep into my pussy, and then watch it drip down my leg,” she said.

 

Without further hesitation, I leaned back in the couch, and she sat down on me, reverse cowgirl style. Suddenly, I felt my dick encapsulated by a warm, moist sensation, which I knew meant that we were now going bareback-style. This was the first time in my life that I had ever fucked a girl bareback. Hell, even my ex-wife would never let me fuck her without a condom. The night I lost my virginity as a 19 year-old college sophomore I even used a rubber. But here I was, a 38 year-old guy, fucking a gorgeous 19 year-old bombshell of a girl, without using any protection at all, and God, did it feel great!!

 

This was an entirely new world for me. Ashley seemed perfectly content to let me caress her tits and hold her gently as she rode my pony. She was rubbing her clit with one hand, and running the other hand through her hair as she moaned. As we were bouncing with the rhythm of song number four, out of the blue she says, “Do you want a good view of my pedicure while we fuck, so you can cum better?” God, this girl was my dream. “Hell yes, baby!” I exclaimed. “Put one foot up on the table and show me your toes.” There was just enough light in the VIP lounge to reflect the light pink polish with a gleam, making her toes glimmer in the soft light. This aroused me even more. That, and knowing she was going to let me jizz in her cunt was too much.

 

Staring at her left foot, which she had removed from her high heels and had placed up on the table so that I could see it, I told her to get ready for my load. She began to hump even more wildly, with more vigor and enthusiasm. “Shoot all your cum inside me! Don’t worry because I take birth control. I love to fuck!” she said.

 

That was it! I sprang a load of hot jizz into her warm, already wet cunt. She pressed down against me, clenching her pussy muscles to clamp down on my dick. After I finished, true to her word, she stood up, faced me, and said, “Look. It’s going to start dripping down my leg. Watch. This shit turns me on something fierce!” As I stared, I could see my love juices slowly beginning to ooze out of her pussy, dripping and sliding down her bronzed inner-thigh. After watching it for a brief moment, she took her index finger, ran it up her leg, much like a little kid would do to a bowl of frosting when his mom is icing a cake, gathering cum into a puddle. She then took this puddle of cum onto her finger, and placed it in her mouth, holding it there and sucking for a moment or two, exclaiming, “Umm. So warm and gooey. Oh this is great!”

 

Ashley then sat back down, took a napkin, cleaned off my dick, and zipped me up. She put her g-string back on, tied her bikini top, smiled, and kissed me on the cheek. “This was my first lap dance ever. I think I’m going to like this dancing stuff after all.” With that, I tipped her, gave her a hug, and assured her that she had definitely found her talents, and they were just as good off-stage as they were on the stage.

She then dropped her g-string below her crotch, and gave me an up-close very of the most beautiful, smoothly shaven pussy a guy could behold. She then fingered it with her shapely manicured frosted pink-tipped index nail, and told me that there was more to it in the VIP room, if I was willing to pay to play. I asked her how much to play, and she said usually $50.00 per dance, but that she would give me a special rate for a really good time.

I put $20.00 in her g-string, and she then put my face between her breasts, held me there long enough to let me kiss both of her tits, and give her a little tongue action. After that, she spread her legs, rubbed her clit for me, and told me to wait for her and then we would go have some fun.

After her set, she came over, sat down next to me, and made sure that I had a very good view of her silky tanned legs, and asked me if I liked what I saw. She then looked around to make sure that the floor manager wasn't watching our direction, and put her hand on my crotch, and started rubbing my dick through my jeans. Grinning seductively, Brittany leaned over, put her soft pink lips on my ear, and said "I think you like this. In fact, I know you like it, and it's making my pussy wet. Let's go back to the VIP room and get started."

The VIP room consisted of several couches up against the wall, one or two on each wall. It was dimly lit, but still enough light to see a girl's pussy or tits, but not enough for anyone looking in to see what may actually be happening. As we entered, one of the other girls that I had seen on stage before Brittany was down on her knees between a guy's legs, and was giving him one hellacious blowjob. About the time we sat down in the couch across from them, she stood up, turned around, facing away from him, moved her g-string to the side, and sat down on him, giving him a reverse cowgirl fuck. From the front though, looking into the room, it would only appear as if she were grinding on the guy and he was merely getting a very sensual lap dance.

Brittany and I watched her fuck him for a while, waiting for the current song to finish. She leans over, and while rubbing my dick tells me that watching the other girl being fucked was getting her extremely horny. I asked her, "how much to dance?", to which she replied "$40.00 each one." I then told her, "how about $150.00 for four dances?"

Brittany looked at me, smiled very seductively, and still rubbing my crotch said that we had a deal. She then unzipped my pants, pulled out my dick, and then sat down in my lap, facing me. She smiled, looked back towards the door to make sure the coast was clear, and then went to work. About two minutes into the most sensual handjob I had ever had, she says "did you bring a condom, because we are going to fuck for three songs. I haven't fucked a guy in two months and I need a dick up my pussy."

I pulled a condom out of my pocket, and put it over my dick. No sooner had I rolled it all the way down than she was moving her g-string aside, rising up just a little bit, and grabbing my dick to guide it into her love tunnel. She then sat back down in my lap, put her arms around my neck and began bouncing up and down to the rhythm of the song coming from the dj booth.

After the first song finished she told me that we still had three more to go and she was bound and determined to give me my money's worth for this lap dance. I took one of her tits and began caressing it with my tongue, licking her nipple, moving my tongue over and around the entire nipple area. I softly bit her nipple between my teeth, and she let out a moan of ectasy, and told me "Oh god!! Do that again! That feels so good, and makes me tingle!!" So I again bit her nipple just enough to hold it between my teeth, but not cause her pain.

As the second song finished, Brittany moaned, leaned over, putting her head on my shoulder, and whispered into my ear that she wanted me to cum at the same time she did. I told her that was a great idea, but that she was fucking me so hard and her pussy was so tight that I didn't think I would last for one more song.

So, she leaned back, extended both of her arms, holding my shoulders, and told me to get ready, because she was about to fuck me to completion, and said, "Shoot your cum into me, so I can cum on your pants. I'm going to squirt all over these dark blue jeans." She started bouncing and bucking even harder, and my dick began to throb unmercifully. Just watching her tits move up and down, and seeing her abdomen writhe and wriggle as she drove my dick as deep into her pussy as she could with every bounce, was enough to make me erupt.

My legs began to quiver, I tightened up, grabbed her with both hands around the waist, pulled her as close me as I could get her, wrapped my arms around her, as she put her arms around me, anticipating what was about to happen. I whispered to her, "here it comes baby. I'm about to give you a load. Get ready, and squirt all you want."

She began to moan, hiss, and squeal, not so that anyone else could hear, but in my ear. About the time my load of jizz shot out and up into her pussy, she exclaimed "Oh God!! Oh shit!" Seconds later, I feel a huge wet spot developing around my crotch area, but we are too much into finishing our fuckfest to care about anything else for the moment.

She finally relaxes after several moments of sheer ectasy and pleasure, looks up at me, and asks, "Is my face red, because when I cum, my face gets red and flushed." She was not only flushed in the face, but her chest, her tits, and her entire upper torso had the appearance of prickly heat on a hot Texas summer day. I just smiled and told her that she looked fine, and that we could sit in VIP until she regained her color.

We cleaned up, hugged, cuddled, and kissed for a few minutes, and then she was called out by the DJ. I had to get back to the hotel to pack and finish up a few things before coming back to Texas. I tipped her $200.00 for her time, and when she counted it told me that I had given her too much money. I told her that good service and quality time is rewarded with a tip over and above the actual cost of goods or services provided. She grinned, gave me a kiss, thanked me, and told me to have a safe flight home.

I told her "No. Thank you! You made my entire stay in Memphis a time to remember." To this day, when I think of Memphis, my first thoughts are not about Elvis Presley, Graceland, BBQ ribs, or even the Blues music found on Beale Street. My first thoughts, and fondest memories are centered around a most beautiful, sensuous blonde dancer whose skills at dancing are only surpassed by her skills of fucking.

 

During her first set, Fantasia did the usual dance routine, taking off the bikini top on the first song, peeling away the G-string on the second song, and finishing the set completely nude, showing off her smoothly shaved, soft and tender pussy lips for all to see. She did not have much in way of tits, being so slender, but some of her other attributes more than made up for the lack of breast play.

 

I approached her on the second song, just after the G-string had been tossed aside, and stood at the end of the stage, giving her a sly smirk and a raise of the eyebrows, trying to send her a very subtle message that I really enjoyed what was before me, and would like to enjoy it a bit more when the music was done. After slipping her a five-dollar bill, Fantasia squatted down, put her arms around my neck, leaned forward and whispered into my ear, “I’ll be down to see you in a minute, and after my next set we’ll go have a bit of fun!”

 

Shortly, she came out of the dressing room, fully clothed in a sexy black bikini top with matching bottom, and the sexiest pair of black high heeled dancing shoes I have ever seen. These were the kind that had the strap that went around the calf several times, ending just below the knee. God, did that give me a nice feeling down below as she sauntered over towards me and sat down.

 

She crossed her long, slender, olive-skinned legs, and placed her hand on my leg, very close to my crotch. She started rubbing and caressing my leg, ever so slowly moving upwards towards the happy pole. I, in turn, placed my hand between her crossed legs, as near to her love spot as I could get, and began to probe and stroke very gently. She responded by uncrossing her legs, grabbing my hand, and placing it inside her bikini bottom, pressing it against her pussy.

 

We played like this for several minutes before I told her to stop for a little while, as it was getting very close to a messy finish, and I wanted to save that for later on. She grinned at me and told me that I would not be disappointed. We each ordered a glass of wine, drank it, and shot the breeze for the next half hour or so. The DJ then called her name; she leaned over, kissed me, and said this would be her last set of the night, and afterwards we could have a little fun.

 

“You’re gonna like my finale on stage,” she said. I asked her, “what do you mean?’ to which she replied, “just watch. You’ll see.”

The first two songs went as usual, but then on song number three, she pulls out a book of matches, lights one, and sticks it on her nipple. Then she puts another lighted match on the other nipple. I am thinking to myself, “this is un-fucking believable!! She just set her tits on fire!!” The best was yet to come, though.

 

By this time, several guys had surrounded the stage to not only get a closer view of things, but to drop dollar bills all over the stage floor. They were going ape shit over this act. I took my place at the edge of the stage, and she looked at me and said, “watch this, baby!” With that, she took a match, lit it, and slid it into her pussy lips, flame extended outward. She leaned back on the stage, held her hips high in the air, smiled, and said, “ok guys! The pussy’s on fire!! Somebody put it out!!”

 

With that, all the guys leaned over and blew on the match to blow it out. She then said, “I hope all of you made a wish when you did that, because somebody’s wish is going to come true in about five minutes.”

 

I knew she meant me, but I didn’t let on. I just went and sat back down. She came out of the dressing room and came over to me, grabbed me by the hand and said, “Let’s go baby!! I want you to fuck me while the pussy is still warm!!” We proceeded back to the corner of the bar, where it was very dark and secluded. We sat down on the couch, and she pulled one of the chairs over in front of us to seclude the area a little bit more.

 

She didn’t even wait for the song to finish playing. She took off her outfit, sat down in my lap, facing away from me and began to grind. “Come on sweetie. Gotta get this thing hard, because you are going fuck the shit out of me,” she said.

 

I told her, “Oh don’t worry. It’s getting nice and hard sweetheart. Oh yeah, one thing though. I haven’t fucked a girl, or even jacked off in about a week or so, so don’t be surprised if this don’t take too long.”

 

As I told her that, she leaned back, put her arms around my neck and told me to just make sure that I stay inside long enough for her to get hers too, because she was really horny. “When I put the match in my cunt, it gets really warm, and that turns me on. I always get a guy to fuck me after that because otherwise, I have to use my vibrator in the back dressing room, and it’s just not the same as a real dick, so fuck me good,” she said.

 

I unzipped, pulled out my rock hard dick, slipped a Trojan over it, and she sat back down. As she slid her warm, moist cunt down onto my shaft, the feeling of ecstasy and sheer pleasure overcame me almost immediately. I grabbed her pigtails ever so gently and tugged on them just a little bit. She responded by leaning her head back for me to get a better grip on them. I told her, “Damn! With your hair in pigtails you remind me of a little school girl, sweetie.”

 

“Guess what,” she said. “Right now, I want to be your little girl, and I want you fuck your little girl and shoot a wad of cum into my little pussy. Will you do that for me, Mister,” she asked.

 

“Oh sweetheart, that’s definitely what I am going to do, because I will do anything my little girl wants me to do for her,” I said. As I told her this, she started humping my dick even faster, bouncing up and down in a rhythm that accompanied the hip-hop song being played by the DJ. I felt a load building up, and I knew that in a few seconds, I would be shooting a hot wad of sperm into her cunt that would probably fill the condom to capacity, since it had been over a week since I had jacked off. I hadn’t even fucked a girl in over two weeks, so it was going to be a geyser.

 

Sure enough, it was about time to erupt, so I told her, “get ready sweetie, because here it comes!” With that, I thrust my hips hard into hers, and she responded by tightening her pussy muscles, clamping down around my love stick, and pressing in against my lap.

 

After I had shot the largest load of cum that I had shot in several months, I suddenly felt something warm and sticky. “Oops! I forgot to tell you Mister, your little girl here, well she’s a squirter. Sorry about that, but oooh, did it feel good to have your cum shot up into me,” she said.

 

I told her, “don’t worry about it. That’s why they make stain remover and color safe bleach, my love.” With that, I kissed her on the cheek, tucked everything back in neatly, and went home to dream about matches, flames, and the erotic things that could be done with such stuff.