Read part one here.
"So, you want to give it a shot?"
Rhiannon considered his proposal. It was something she had fantasized about many times, but never had the nerve to consider. Given all the things she had done this week, being a stripper was practically mundane. She took another pull from the joint and handed it back to Benoît.
When she visited him in his office for the second time that day, she fully expected that he wanted to just fuck her again. She didn't understand how he could resist her, seeing as she was quite naked, standing there in his office. Now she knew why the barman asked about her dancing ability earlier. "I don't have anything to wear." She hadn't intended it to be a joke, but laughed as she realized her current state of undress.
Benoît missed the joke. "Don't worry," he said, "they have a few things you can wear. The girls buy their own stuff, but the club has a few things for newcomers."
The job was get on a little stage, dance, and slowly remove her clothes. She could get fully naked or just go down to her thong, but she had to go topless. Naked girls got better tips, naturally. Girls who did private dances in the booth got even better tips. "It's up to you if you want to go with a guy to the booths," he explained. "What you do then is up to you; hand-job, blow-job or fuck him, but you only have about ten minutes. He pays you whatever you ask."
"How long do I have to work?" She didn't know if Charles had anything planned for her later. He would have to call him.
"They'd like you to stay until things get quiet, like 2 AM, but it's up to you."
"OK, I want to try it, but I need to call Charles first." She was actually excited by the prospect. Benoît nodded. She left his office, promising to return in a few minutes.
On the way to the bar, a couple of the club members in the corridor gave her ass a playful squeeze. She knew they wanted her to stop. She smiled and held up a finger, gesturing that she had to take care of something.
Sébastien was handing out beer to a couple of guys when she entered the bar. "All right, New Bitch is back!" one of the guys called. She smiled and waved and walked back to the bar.
"Just a minute," she said to Sébastien as she ducked into the back room. She found her purse and called Charles to explain the situation.
"A stripper?" he said with a laugh. "That's better than what I had in mind. I figured you'd appreciate an evening relaxing and didn't plan anything."
"I don't know what time it will finish. Maybe not until after two."
"I got a lot of things to keep me busy, so enjoy yourself. Stay out all night if you're having fun."
She put away the phone and returned to the bar. To his inquiring gaze, she laughed and told Sébastien "They want me to be a stripper!"
He looked at her naked form and said, "Well, you got the stripping part down pretty well."
"I'll be back in a minute. I have to let Benoît know I can do it." As she headed to the door, the men loudly complained. She held gestured that she'd return soon. The guys in the hall slapped her on the ass as she went past them.
When she gave Benoît the news, he was pleased. He said a car would pick her up in about an hour. She was so excited at the idea of stripping in a club that she insisted on blowing him as he sat at his desk. While she knelt between his legs and pulled on his cock with herlips, Benoît called the strip club manager and confirmed that she would be there later. She realized that she had never before sucked off her boss. She had plenty of fantasies about fucking the boss and fucking her teacher, now she was blowing one boss while he talked to a future boss. Would she be able to blow that guy tonight, too?
It took her a little while to get him to cum. He didn't give her much of a load so she didn't bother showing him the result, but just swallowed. She sucked his cock gently until the swelling subsided. She popped it out of her mouth and smiled at him. He winked at her in response.
Back in the bar, she served the tables and let herself get fucked by the few remaining men whose libidos had not been fully satiated. At the appointed time, she put her clothes back on in the storage room. Counting her tip, she grinned. She wasn't sure if she was supposed to share her take with Sébastien or not and it seemed really awkward to ask. She rolled up some of the bills and hid them in her hand.
"Thanks, Benoît," she said as she gave him a kiss on each cheek. She shoved the money in his back pocket. He frowned at first, then smiled.
"Wait, when are you coming back?" he asked her. She could tell he liked her. Shrugged and said she didn't know, but she wanted to come back again. The club members ganged up on her as she was trying to get to the door. So many of them insisted on a hug and a kiss ... and a squeeze of her ass, of course. She was sure her butt was covered with bruises.
Benoît came out and opened the inner door to let her leave the building. "You did a good job. The guys like you. Let me know when you want to come back." He handed her a business card with the motorcycle club's logo. She smiled and thanked him again.
The ride to the strip club was uneventful. The traffic over the bridge was typically slow so it took a while to get there. The driver was not in the mood to chat, so dozed off until they arrived downtown. At the sight of the car, the doorman walked over and accompanied her to the entrance. She went up the stairs and was greeted by another man who brought her to the manager. She was so rushed through that she didn't have much opportunity to get oriented.
The club manager was an older guy with a hard look about him, much like the guy who met her on the stairs. He introduced himself. Rhiannon immediately forgot his name because she was busy concentrating on her stage name. He already knew her real name, though. "You want us to introduce you as Trixie?" She nodded. "OK," he said.
He handed her over to one of the girls, Chantel, who took her into the back to get ready. She saw a couple of the other strippers arrive. They wore designer jeans and beautiful tops and each carried a big bag with all their clothes and accessories. The girls nodded at Rhiannon and went about their preparations and chatted.
The strippers were all really good looking. Rhiannon had been in a couple of strip clubs, but the women were overweight or old or both. These girls were hot. On closer inspection, she realized they weren't so much good looking as not bad looking. It was the clothing, the makeup, and the attitude that made all the difference.
Chantel found Rhiannon a schoolgirl uniform. "I know it's cliche," she said with a shrug, "but it's that or the nurse outfit. The other stuff we have won't look so good on you, I think." Rhiannon took the costume and changed out of her clothes while Chantel told her about what to do. "They're going to want to put you up soon, so get ready."
She looked at herself in the full-length mirror. As much as she disliked being a schoolgirl, the look suited her. Her makeup had been ruined during her stint at the bar and her touch-up job in the car needed more touching up. She found a spot to sit and fixed herself up.
Satisfied with her look, Rhiannon, stepped out and looked over the room. The girls were in small cliques, talking among themselves and ignoring her. Chantel joined her. "We see a lot of girls come here one time and never come back," she said, as if reading her thoughts. "It's not until you've been here for a few days before they want to get to know you. They're not being rude, that's just how it is."
Rhiannon asked her if she had any advice. "Either smile a lot like you're having a good time, or try to look like you just got fucked."
Rhiannon almost giggled. "I think I can do the 'just fucked' look." She thought about all men in the motorcycle club and what they had done to her. She could feel herself getting wet. She wondered if she should share her experience with Chantel. She wanted to tell someone, but ...
One of the managers came over and told Rhiannon she was up next.
There were not that many men in the club just yet; there were plenty of empty tables. A few single guys sat with some of the girls, there were some pairs of men and a few groups of three or four guys scattered around the room. The largest concentration was around the low stage where a girl was down to her lingerie. She made a big show of taking off her top and teasing the guys before letting them see her breasts.
As she watched, Rhiannon regretted not paying better attention to the stripper sequences in movies and TV shows. While she had pretended to strip in front of her mirror many times, she did not have the added pressure of people watching her. She swayed to the music and tried to memorize the movements of the girl on stage.
As the song concluded, the DJ said the girls name and asked for a round of applause. She waved and blew kisses to the men, then gathered up the coins that had been left on the stage edge. She smiled and talked to the guys there before collecting her clothes and stepping down.
Rhiannon knew she was next and the butterflies in her stomach were in full flight. Her knees were actually quivering, too. She was about to ask Chantel to see if she could go up later when the DJ began his announcement. "Tonight, we have a newcomer taking the stage. This is her first time at the club, boys, so be nice to her. Trixie? Come on up and show the boys what you got!"
The announcer's enthusiasm settled her stomach, but she could feel herself turning red as she mounted the stage. The guys clapped for her and a few hooted. She tried to force a smile and then thought better of it. She reached up and grabbed the pole for support. Around her, all the guys were staring. Directly across from her was a large mirror. She saw herself standing on stage in a sexy schoolgirl outfit. She met her own eyes and calmed down. "Come on, dear, it's just like dancing at home. Just you and me, OK?" she said to herself.
The music started. She didn't recognize the song, but it had a good beat so she swayed and gyrated her hips in time with the music. Looking at herself dancing in the mirror, she relaxed and got into the groove of the song.
It wasn't until one of the men sitting at her feet made a comment to the guy next to him that she remembered she was supposed to be stripping and not just dancing. Flustered, she unbuttoned her blouse with one hand while pulling up the plaid skirt with the other. She knew she was doing a terrible job, but was determined to get better.
She started kicking her feet down to each beat of the song while easing her top off her shoulders. Reaching behind, she unclasped her bra. The there was a flourish in the music and she spun around on the stage, removing her top at the same time. She crumpled the fabric to her chest and released the first two buttons of her skirt. She could feel it ready to fall from her hips.
With her hands holding her blouse in front of her, she rocked side to side to ease the skirt off her hips. It slid slowly at first, then fell to her ankles. At home, she would often kick her skirt up into the air and catch it, but she was not ready to try that just now. Instead, she stepped out of the circle of fabric and turned to show her ass to the boys.
One guy reached up with an American dollar bill to slip into her thong. She moved closer and he slid the bill beneath the fabric. He gave her ass a gentle pat before sitting back in his chair. Rhiannon dropped her top to let the guys see her slim breasts. A couple of guys shouted approvingly. Another guy offered another American dollar and she came in close to receive it. Like before, she received a quick caress on her ass.
Back at the pole, she ran her fingers beneath the top of her thong and gathered the two bills. She made a show of pulling them down, then turned around and bent over. As she eased the thong from her hips, the middle part caught between the cheeks of her ass. She pulled them lower and the fabric stretched and snapped down to her knees. She let them go and they dropped to her ankles. She kept her back to the audience and shook her ass in time to the music.
She grabbed the pole again and swung around to face the men. Now fully nude, the guys gave her a round of applause. She watched herself in the mirror. She looked like someone else, someone she didn't know. Someone who was a stripper dancing naked in a Montreal strip club. She was aroused by the girl in the mirror.
The music came to an end and the DJ asked the guys to give Trixie a round of applause, reminding them that it was her first time on the stage. She turned red and stepped off the stage. The guys sitting there called to her, pointing to her clothes and the coins on the stage edge. Turning even redder, she grabbed her clothing and covered her face. "I've never done this before," she said with an embarrassed laugh to the men sitting there. The guys were surprisingly encouraging telling her she did a great job. "Thank you!" she replied.
She went back to the change room door and met Chantel. "So now you're an official stripper. How does it feel to lose your virginity?" Rhiannon was still gathering her wits and didn't have a comeback. "Now is a good time," she continued, "to walk around the room and see if any guys want a private dance."
"What do I do?"
"Just walk around slowly and smile at the guys and see who keeps looking at you. If they want to talk, they call you over and you can ask them if they want to back in the booths. If they just want to talk, they have to buy you a drink. Get one of the cocktails because you get to keep half the cost."
Rhiannon thanked her and went back out into the room. The next girl was just starting her dance routine. A guy sitting with his friend smiled and gestured for her to come over. "Was this really your first time?" he asked as she sat down. She assured him it was. "You did good, but we could see you were nervous at first," he laughed. Rhiannon could tell he was sincere.
"Do you, uh, want me to dance for you?" she asked and bit her lower lip.
"I don't know," he said, nonchalantly, "what kind of dance can you do?"
He was a decent looking guy and pretty well dressed. "Um, the kind of dance that makes you happy?" she suggested, at a total loss for any other answer. As an afterthought, she licked her lips slowly.
"It's really your first time?" She nodded. "Well, maybe ..." he said, and trailed off. She looked at him and waited. His buddy nudged him, urging him to go with her. "OK, sure," he said. "Let's see what you can do."
Rhiannon hadn't seen the booths yet, but he knew the way. He paid the attendant, received a key, and walked down the row of doors. He unlocked one and opened it for her. The room was the size of a closet, and not a big closet. The interior was mirrored so it actual looked much larger. The only furnishing was a wooden chair. An empty wastepaper basket and a box of tissue occupied the other corner.
He sat on the chair and watched her. Just then, dance music piped through the speaker on the ceiling. Rhiannon rotated her hips and started unbuttoning her blouse. She didn't bother with teasing this time. When her top was off, he helped her ease the skirt down, then her thong. Within a minute, she was totally naked.
He slid his hands along her sides and gave her breasts a squeeze. She moved in closer and he gave the same treatment to her ass. Her gaze alternated between him and her reflection. The tiny room was full of identical girls dancing and identical men groping her body. It was a very odd sensation to see so many hands on her skin, but only actually feel two.
She pushed him back in the chair, spread her legs, and sat on his lap. He responded by slouching down in so her groin pressed against his. She could feel his hardness through his slacks. She ground down on him, trying to arouse him even more. His hands were feeling her ass and sliding up to play with her tits. He tried to lean forward to suck her nipples, but he was slouched down too much. Rhiannon leaned forward and let him suckle, holding his head to her breasts. He let out a murmur of approval.
She stood up, turned around and sat on him again. She massaged his erection with her ass this time. He grabbed her tits to hang on, but his hands eventually ended up on her hips, helping to guide her movements. She wondered if he would cum in his pants. When the song ended, it was time to leave. "I think I want one more song," he said. "How much for you to, uh, make me happy?"
She suddenly realized she hadn't even negotiated a price for this dance! Furthermore, she hadn't thought to ask Chanel about the cost of extra services. They were all up to her, of course, but she would have appreciated some sort of scale to work against. She leaned forward and whispered into his ear. "You want to put your big cock in my mouth?" He grinned and nodded. "How about twenty bucks?" The way his eyebrows shot up, she knew she just low-balled herself. "For each song," she added, "Since you're my first customer ever." He quickly agreed.
With her help, they got his pants down around his ankles, leaving his cock pointing straight up his stomach. Rhiannon knelt down and ran her hands over it then looked up at him with a smile. He looked very eager. She licked along the bottom of the shaft, kissed the tip, then ran her tongue up and down.
"Suck it," he said. She obliged, opening her mouth and pressing it to the back of her throat. Her hands were resting on his thighs. She moved one to cup his balls. "Yeah, that's it." She slid her lips up and down and sucked him as hard as she could.
She lifted her head and pumped his dick with her hand while she caught her breath. Rhiannon wrapped her lips around him once more and continued sucking. His hands moved from her shoulders to her head. She could tell he was getting ready to cum. He let out a soft moan and she prepared herself for the deluge. His cum shot into her mouth. It wasn't until after she swallowed that she thought she should show him the results of his efforts. She made a mental note to let the next guy see the cum in her mouth first.
She sucked him gently, feeling his erection slowly subside. She took one more long slow suck and looked up to meet his eyes. He wasn't smiling, but he certainly looked happy. He ran his fingers through her hair and sighed. She wondered how many other girls he brought back to these booths and how she compared to them.
She stood up and put her clothes back on as he pulled up his pants. The music was ending and it was time to leave. He pulled a fifty from his wallet and handed it to her. "I ... don't have change," she confessed.
"Since I'm your first customer, an extra tip." She smiled.
Wrapping her arms around him she whispered "Thank you."
On the way out, he dropped off the key and paid the attendant for the extra song. Rhiannon accompanied him back to his table and stayed for a drink and chat with the men. It was a little bit surreal. Normally, she would meet a guy at a bar for drinks, then have sex with him. She found this new arrangement amusing.
When she finished her cocktail, she gave him a kiss on each cheek and went back to the change area. The manager met her as she was about to enter. "Benoît tells me you know how to have a good time," he said. By his look, she was sure Benoît told him about her escapades at the motorcycle club. She responded by smiling and nodding in agreement. She wondered if her idea of blowing two bosses in one day would come true.
"Some of the girls make extra money by doing parties and shit," he said. "Stags, you know?" She nodded. "We had a girl who had to cancel. Benoît thinks you would do a good job. You dance, you strip, you show the groom a good time. Maybe you show the best man a good time. Maybe you show all the guys a good time. Whatever you like."
"Sounds ... like fun," she said, not really sure how fun it would be. She was up for something different, though. "When is it?" She assumed it was on Friday night, but it was actually for tonight. Right now. The girl who was supposed to do the job couldn't make it. "Uh, OK."
"We got a driver take you out to the party and wait for you. The guy organizing the party comes here sometime so we know him. He's OK." He waved to a guy at the front. "Oh, we'll have an outfit for you, too."
She didn't have to leave for a while, so she was able to go up on the little stage once more. She noted how the other girls performed and did her best to memorize their moves. She marveled at how easy it was to dance in front of her mirror and home and how difficult it was in a place like this. When she was called to the stage again, she was a lot more relaxed and really got into the groove.
There were more customers now and a few more men sat at the stage. When she locked eyes with the man who took her to the booth earlier, she made it a point to wink and lick her lips. He grinned back. She made more tips this time. She was in no hurry to return to the change area, either. She thought she might have time for another lap dance when the manager signaled her.
"Go ahead and put this on now," he said, handing her a red bundle. She recognized it.
"Ugh, I can wear something else?" The look of distaste on her face was apparent to the man. He furrowed his brows and told her the customer asked for that outfit specifically. She responded with a pained expression and went back to the change room.
She looked at herself in the mirror. The crop top was sexy and the matching miniskirt made her ass look terrific, but she absolutely hated what the costume implied. She gave small thanks that none of her friends were there to witness her utter humiliation.
"You look good," Chantel said as she came by. Rhiannon cringed. She wouldn't understand. None of the girls would understand. No one from Montreal would understand, for that matter. How could she, a self respecting, blue-blooded, Toronto Maple Leafs fan, endure wearing the hated red C emblem of the Montreal Canadiens? She swore to herself that she would strip out of that hockey cheerleader outfit the moment she could.
"So, you want to give it a shot?"
Rhiannon considered his proposal. It was something she had fantasized about many times, but never had the nerve to consider. Given all the things she had done this week, being a stripper was practically mundane. She took another pull from the joint and handed it back to Benoît.
When she visited him in his office for the second time that day, she fully expected that he wanted to just fuck her again. She didn't understand how he could resist her, seeing as she was quite naked, standing there in his office. Now she knew why the barman asked about her dancing ability earlier. "I don't have anything to wear." She hadn't intended it to be a joke, but laughed as she realized her current state of undress.
Benoît missed the joke. "Don't worry," he said, "they have a few things you can wear. The girls buy their own stuff, but the club has a few things for newcomers."
The job was get on a little stage, dance, and slowly remove her clothes. She could get fully naked or just go down to her thong, but she had to go topless. Naked girls got better tips, naturally. Girls who did private dances in the booth got even better tips. "It's up to you if you want to go with a guy to the booths," he explained. "What you do then is up to you; hand-job, blow-job or fuck him, but you only have about ten minutes. He pays you whatever you ask."
"How long do I have to work?" She didn't know if Charles had anything planned for her later. He would have to call him.
"They'd like you to stay until things get quiet, like 2 AM, but it's up to you."
"OK, I want to try it, but I need to call Charles first." She was actually excited by the prospect. Benoît nodded. She left his office, promising to return in a few minutes.
On the way to the bar, a couple of the club members in the corridor gave her ass a playful squeeze. She knew they wanted her to stop. She smiled and held up a finger, gesturing that she had to take care of something.
Sébastien was handing out beer to a couple of guys when she entered the bar. "All right, New Bitch is back!" one of the guys called. She smiled and waved and walked back to the bar.
"Just a minute," she said to Sébastien as she ducked into the back room. She found her purse and called Charles to explain the situation.
"A stripper?" he said with a laugh. "That's better than what I had in mind. I figured you'd appreciate an evening relaxing and didn't plan anything."
"I don't know what time it will finish. Maybe not until after two."
"I got a lot of things to keep me busy, so enjoy yourself. Stay out all night if you're having fun."
She put away the phone and returned to the bar. To his inquiring gaze, she laughed and told Sébastien "They want me to be a stripper!"
He looked at her naked form and said, "Well, you got the stripping part down pretty well."
"I'll be back in a minute. I have to let Benoît know I can do it." As she headed to the door, the men loudly complained. She held gestured that she'd return soon. The guys in the hall slapped her on the ass as she went past them.
When she gave Benoît the news, he was pleased. He said a car would pick her up in about an hour. She was so excited at the idea of stripping in a club that she insisted on blowing him as he sat at his desk. While she knelt between his legs and pulled on his cock with herlips, Benoît called the strip club manager and confirmed that she would be there later. She realized that she had never before sucked off her boss. She had plenty of fantasies about fucking the boss and fucking her teacher, now she was blowing one boss while he talked to a future boss. Would she be able to blow that guy tonight, too?
It took her a little while to get him to cum. He didn't give her much of a load so she didn't bother showing him the result, but just swallowed. She sucked his cock gently until the swelling subsided. She popped it out of her mouth and smiled at him. He winked at her in response.
Back in the bar, she served the tables and let herself get fucked by the few remaining men whose libidos had not been fully satiated. At the appointed time, she put her clothes back on in the storage room. Counting her tip, she grinned. She wasn't sure if she was supposed to share her take with Sébastien or not and it seemed really awkward to ask. She rolled up some of the bills and hid them in her hand.
"Thanks, Benoît," she said as she gave him a kiss on each cheek. She shoved the money in his back pocket. He frowned at first, then smiled.
"Wait, when are you coming back?" he asked her. She could tell he liked her. Shrugged and said she didn't know, but she wanted to come back again. The club members ganged up on her as she was trying to get to the door. So many of them insisted on a hug and a kiss ... and a squeeze of her ass, of course. She was sure her butt was covered with bruises.
Benoît came out and opened the inner door to let her leave the building. "You did a good job. The guys like you. Let me know when you want to come back." He handed her a business card with the motorcycle club's logo. She smiled and thanked him again.
The ride to the strip club was uneventful. The traffic over the bridge was typically slow so it took a while to get there. The driver was not in the mood to chat, so dozed off until they arrived downtown. At the sight of the car, the doorman walked over and accompanied her to the entrance. She went up the stairs and was greeted by another man who brought her to the manager. She was so rushed through that she didn't have much opportunity to get oriented.
The club manager was an older guy with a hard look about him, much like the guy who met her on the stairs. He introduced himself. Rhiannon immediately forgot his name because she was busy concentrating on her stage name. He already knew her real name, though. "You want us to introduce you as Trixie?" She nodded. "OK," he said.
He handed her over to one of the girls, Chantel, who took her into the back to get ready. She saw a couple of the other strippers arrive. They wore designer jeans and beautiful tops and each carried a big bag with all their clothes and accessories. The girls nodded at Rhiannon and went about their preparations and chatted.
The strippers were all really good looking. Rhiannon had been in a couple of strip clubs, but the women were overweight or old or both. These girls were hot. On closer inspection, she realized they weren't so much good looking as not bad looking. It was the clothing, the makeup, and the attitude that made all the difference.
Chantel found Rhiannon a schoolgirl uniform. "I know it's cliche," she said with a shrug, "but it's that or the nurse outfit. The other stuff we have won't look so good on you, I think." Rhiannon took the costume and changed out of her clothes while Chantel told her about what to do. "They're going to want to put you up soon, so get ready."
She looked at herself in the full-length mirror. As much as she disliked being a schoolgirl, the look suited her. Her makeup had been ruined during her stint at the bar and her touch-up job in the car needed more touching up. She found a spot to sit and fixed herself up.
Satisfied with her look, Rhiannon, stepped out and looked over the room. The girls were in small cliques, talking among themselves and ignoring her. Chantel joined her. "We see a lot of girls come here one time and never come back," she said, as if reading her thoughts. "It's not until you've been here for a few days before they want to get to know you. They're not being rude, that's just how it is."
Rhiannon asked her if she had any advice. "Either smile a lot like you're having a good time, or try to look like you just got fucked."
Rhiannon almost giggled. "I think I can do the 'just fucked' look." She thought about all men in the motorcycle club and what they had done to her. She could feel herself getting wet. She wondered if she should share her experience with Chantel. She wanted to tell someone, but ...
One of the managers came over and told Rhiannon she was up next.
There were not that many men in the club just yet; there were plenty of empty tables. A few single guys sat with some of the girls, there were some pairs of men and a few groups of three or four guys scattered around the room. The largest concentration was around the low stage where a girl was down to her lingerie. She made a big show of taking off her top and teasing the guys before letting them see her breasts.
As she watched, Rhiannon regretted not paying better attention to the stripper sequences in movies and TV shows. While she had pretended to strip in front of her mirror many times, she did not have the added pressure of people watching her. She swayed to the music and tried to memorize the movements of the girl on stage.
As the song concluded, the DJ said the girls name and asked for a round of applause. She waved and blew kisses to the men, then gathered up the coins that had been left on the stage edge. She smiled and talked to the guys there before collecting her clothes and stepping down.
Rhiannon knew she was next and the butterflies in her stomach were in full flight. Her knees were actually quivering, too. She was about to ask Chantel to see if she could go up later when the DJ began his announcement. "Tonight, we have a newcomer taking the stage. This is her first time at the club, boys, so be nice to her. Trixie? Come on up and show the boys what you got!"
The announcer's enthusiasm settled her stomach, but she could feel herself turning red as she mounted the stage. The guys clapped for her and a few hooted. She tried to force a smile and then thought better of it. She reached up and grabbed the pole for support. Around her, all the guys were staring. Directly across from her was a large mirror. She saw herself standing on stage in a sexy schoolgirl outfit. She met her own eyes and calmed down. "Come on, dear, it's just like dancing at home. Just you and me, OK?" she said to herself.
The music started. She didn't recognize the song, but it had a good beat so she swayed and gyrated her hips in time with the music. Looking at herself dancing in the mirror, she relaxed and got into the groove of the song.
It wasn't until one of the men sitting at her feet made a comment to the guy next to him that she remembered she was supposed to be stripping and not just dancing. Flustered, she unbuttoned her blouse with one hand while pulling up the plaid skirt with the other. She knew she was doing a terrible job, but was determined to get better.
She started kicking her feet down to each beat of the song while easing her top off her shoulders. Reaching behind, she unclasped her bra. The there was a flourish in the music and she spun around on the stage, removing her top at the same time. She crumpled the fabric to her chest and released the first two buttons of her skirt. She could feel it ready to fall from her hips.
With her hands holding her blouse in front of her, she rocked side to side to ease the skirt off her hips. It slid slowly at first, then fell to her ankles. At home, she would often kick her skirt up into the air and catch it, but she was not ready to try that just now. Instead, she stepped out of the circle of fabric and turned to show her ass to the boys.
One guy reached up with an American dollar bill to slip into her thong. She moved closer and he slid the bill beneath the fabric. He gave her ass a gentle pat before sitting back in his chair. Rhiannon dropped her top to let the guys see her slim breasts. A couple of guys shouted approvingly. Another guy offered another American dollar and she came in close to receive it. Like before, she received a quick caress on her ass.
Back at the pole, she ran her fingers beneath the top of her thong and gathered the two bills. She made a show of pulling them down, then turned around and bent over. As she eased the thong from her hips, the middle part caught between the cheeks of her ass. She pulled them lower and the fabric stretched and snapped down to her knees. She let them go and they dropped to her ankles. She kept her back to the audience and shook her ass in time to the music.
She grabbed the pole again and swung around to face the men. Now fully nude, the guys gave her a round of applause. She watched herself in the mirror. She looked like someone else, someone she didn't know. Someone who was a stripper dancing naked in a Montreal strip club. She was aroused by the girl in the mirror.
The music came to an end and the DJ asked the guys to give Trixie a round of applause, reminding them that it was her first time on the stage. She turned red and stepped off the stage. The guys sitting there called to her, pointing to her clothes and the coins on the stage edge. Turning even redder, she grabbed her clothing and covered her face. "I've never done this before," she said with an embarrassed laugh to the men sitting there. The guys were surprisingly encouraging telling her she did a great job. "Thank you!" she replied.
She went back to the change room door and met Chantel. "So now you're an official stripper. How does it feel to lose your virginity?" Rhiannon was still gathering her wits and didn't have a comeback. "Now is a good time," she continued, "to walk around the room and see if any guys want a private dance."
"What do I do?"
"Just walk around slowly and smile at the guys and see who keeps looking at you. If they want to talk, they call you over and you can ask them if they want to back in the booths. If they just want to talk, they have to buy you a drink. Get one of the cocktails because you get to keep half the cost."
Rhiannon thanked her and went back out into the room. The next girl was just starting her dance routine. A guy sitting with his friend smiled and gestured for her to come over. "Was this really your first time?" he asked as she sat down. She assured him it was. "You did good, but we could see you were nervous at first," he laughed. Rhiannon could tell he was sincere.
"Do you, uh, want me to dance for you?" she asked and bit her lower lip.
"I don't know," he said, nonchalantly, "what kind of dance can you do?"
He was a decent looking guy and pretty well dressed. "Um, the kind of dance that makes you happy?" she suggested, at a total loss for any other answer. As an afterthought, she licked her lips slowly.
"It's really your first time?" She nodded. "Well, maybe ..." he said, and trailed off. She looked at him and waited. His buddy nudged him, urging him to go with her. "OK, sure," he said. "Let's see what you can do."
Rhiannon hadn't seen the booths yet, but he knew the way. He paid the attendant, received a key, and walked down the row of doors. He unlocked one and opened it for her. The room was the size of a closet, and not a big closet. The interior was mirrored so it actual looked much larger. The only furnishing was a wooden chair. An empty wastepaper basket and a box of tissue occupied the other corner.
He sat on the chair and watched her. Just then, dance music piped through the speaker on the ceiling. Rhiannon rotated her hips and started unbuttoning her blouse. She didn't bother with teasing this time. When her top was off, he helped her ease the skirt down, then her thong. Within a minute, she was totally naked.
He slid his hands along her sides and gave her breasts a squeeze. She moved in closer and he gave the same treatment to her ass. Her gaze alternated between him and her reflection. The tiny room was full of identical girls dancing and identical men groping her body. It was a very odd sensation to see so many hands on her skin, but only actually feel two.
She pushed him back in the chair, spread her legs, and sat on his lap. He responded by slouching down in so her groin pressed against his. She could feel his hardness through his slacks. She ground down on him, trying to arouse him even more. His hands were feeling her ass and sliding up to play with her tits. He tried to lean forward to suck her nipples, but he was slouched down too much. Rhiannon leaned forward and let him suckle, holding his head to her breasts. He let out a murmur of approval.
She stood up, turned around and sat on him again. She massaged his erection with her ass this time. He grabbed her tits to hang on, but his hands eventually ended up on her hips, helping to guide her movements. She wondered if he would cum in his pants. When the song ended, it was time to leave. "I think I want one more song," he said. "How much for you to, uh, make me happy?"
She suddenly realized she hadn't even negotiated a price for this dance! Furthermore, she hadn't thought to ask Chanel about the cost of extra services. They were all up to her, of course, but she would have appreciated some sort of scale to work against. She leaned forward and whispered into his ear. "You want to put your big cock in my mouth?" He grinned and nodded. "How about twenty bucks?" The way his eyebrows shot up, she knew she just low-balled herself. "For each song," she added, "Since you're my first customer ever." He quickly agreed.
With her help, they got his pants down around his ankles, leaving his cock pointing straight up his stomach. Rhiannon knelt down and ran her hands over it then looked up at him with a smile. He looked very eager. She licked along the bottom of the shaft, kissed the tip, then ran her tongue up and down.
"Suck it," he said. She obliged, opening her mouth and pressing it to the back of her throat. Her hands were resting on his thighs. She moved one to cup his balls. "Yeah, that's it." She slid her lips up and down and sucked him as hard as she could.
She lifted her head and pumped his dick with her hand while she caught her breath. Rhiannon wrapped her lips around him once more and continued sucking. His hands moved from her shoulders to her head. She could tell he was getting ready to cum. He let out a soft moan and she prepared herself for the deluge. His cum shot into her mouth. It wasn't until after she swallowed that she thought she should show him the results of his efforts. She made a mental note to let the next guy see the cum in her mouth first.
She sucked him gently, feeling his erection slowly subside. She took one more long slow suck and looked up to meet his eyes. He wasn't smiling, but he certainly looked happy. He ran his fingers through her hair and sighed. She wondered how many other girls he brought back to these booths and how she compared to them.
She stood up and put her clothes back on as he pulled up his pants. The music was ending and it was time to leave. He pulled a fifty from his wallet and handed it to her. "I ... don't have change," she confessed.
"Since I'm your first customer, an extra tip." She smiled.
Wrapping her arms around him she whispered "Thank you."
On the way out, he dropped off the key and paid the attendant for the extra song. Rhiannon accompanied him back to his table and stayed for a drink and chat with the men. It was a little bit surreal. Normally, she would meet a guy at a bar for drinks, then have sex with him. She found this new arrangement amusing.
When she finished her cocktail, she gave him a kiss on each cheek and went back to the change area. The manager met her as she was about to enter. "Benoît tells me you know how to have a good time," he said. By his look, she was sure Benoît told him about her escapades at the motorcycle club. She responded by smiling and nodding in agreement. She wondered if her idea of blowing two bosses in one day would come true.
"Some of the girls make extra money by doing parties and shit," he said. "Stags, you know?" She nodded. "We had a girl who had to cancel. Benoît thinks you would do a good job. You dance, you strip, you show the groom a good time. Maybe you show the best man a good time. Maybe you show all the guys a good time. Whatever you like."
"Sounds ... like fun," she said, not really sure how fun it would be. She was up for something different, though. "When is it?" She assumed it was on Friday night, but it was actually for tonight. Right now. The girl who was supposed to do the job couldn't make it. "Uh, OK."
"We got a driver take you out to the party and wait for you. The guy organizing the party comes here sometime so we know him. He's OK." He waved to a guy at the front. "Oh, we'll have an outfit for you, too."
She didn't have to leave for a while, so she was able to go up on the little stage once more. She noted how the other girls performed and did her best to memorize their moves. She marveled at how easy it was to dance in front of her mirror and home and how difficult it was in a place like this. When she was called to the stage again, she was a lot more relaxed and really got into the groove.
There were more customers now and a few more men sat at the stage. When she locked eyes with the man who took her to the booth earlier, she made it a point to wink and lick her lips. He grinned back. She made more tips this time. She was in no hurry to return to the change area, either. She thought she might have time for another lap dance when the manager signaled her.
"Go ahead and put this on now," he said, handing her a red bundle. She recognized it.
"Ugh, I can wear something else?" The look of distaste on her face was apparent to the man. He furrowed his brows and told her the customer asked for that outfit specifically. She responded with a pained expression and went back to the change room.
She looked at herself in the mirror. The crop top was sexy and the matching miniskirt made her ass look terrific, but she absolutely hated what the costume implied. She gave small thanks that none of her friends were there to witness her utter humiliation.
"You look good," Chantel said as she came by. Rhiannon cringed. She wouldn't understand. None of the girls would understand. No one from Montreal would understand, for that matter. How could she, a self respecting, blue-blooded, Toronto Maple Leafs fan, endure wearing the hated red C emblem of the Montreal Canadiens? She swore to herself that she would strip out of that hockey cheerleader outfit the moment she could.
