My Favorite Strippers, Part Two


Celeste was not really a stripper, at least she wasn’t when I met her. She had retired from dancing at the tender age of twenty-three because a car accident left her back in knots, so working the stripper pole became all but impossible.

Since stripping was out of the question she started working as a waitress at a strip club. She wore tight jeans and low cut blouses that accentuated her assets perfectly. She was petite with straight blonde hair that didn’t quite reach her shoulders. Her tits were a good handful that offered a spectacular bit of cleavage.


My first night at the club, Celeste brought my drink and hung around to talk for a bit. She explained the rules and the features of the club. When I went to hand her a tip she bent over and said, “You can slip that right in there.” I placed the money right under the edge of her bra and got a nice little feel for my troubles. From that point forward every tip was slipped into her cleavage.

Every night I was there I made sure I was sitting in her section. It was not long before she was spending time at my table rubbing my shoulders and let me run my hands up and down her legs and over her ass. We talked and became friends of a sort.

At some clubs this would have been a problem, but Celeste always made sure to hook me up with the dancers for private dances and for conversation. I made sure the girls were making money and everyone was happy.

One night we were talking about her accident and I mentioned that I wished I could have seen her dance. She looked at me sort of sideways and said, “Yeah, I bet you would.” She walked away and helped some other customers, and I ely saw her for the rest of the night. When midnight rolled around, I decided it was time to call it a night. Celeste walked by and I called her over to say goodnight. She looked around nervously as I stood up and gave her a hug. I felt her slip something in muly pocket as she whispered, “One-thirty.”

I left and did not check my pocket until I got back to my hotel room. She had stuffed a receipt in my pocket, and on it was a phone number.

I smiled and looked at my watch. I had a little more than an hour to wait, so I got undressed, crawled into bed, and watched some late night television. The moment the hotel room’s alarm clocked ticked over to one-thirty, I was on the phone calling the number on the receipt.

Celeste answered. After a minute or two of filler I asked what she wanted.

“You know how you said you wished you could see me dance?”

“Yeah,” I said.

“Well I could do that. I don’t normally do this sort of thing, but if you’d like I’m sure we could make arrangements for a private dance.” Her voice was barely above a whisper by the time she was finished.

Of course I was interested and I let her know it. From there we started talking price and scheduling. I won’t say the amount we ended up agreeing to, but we decided that the following Tuesday evening would be perfect since she didn’t have to work at the club and I would be back in town.

I spent the weekend thinking about Tuesday and could hardly think about anything else over the weekend and into Monday. When Tuesday rolled around I worked my ass off to make sure I could get away from the office on time. The last thing I wanted was to have to work late. As it turned out, I was able to get things done a little ahead of schedule and my boss gave me the okay to take off a little early. I headed to the sports bar next to the hotel and enjoyed a steak and a couple of beers. When I finished with dinner I looked at the time and realized I had nearly two hours left until Celeste was due to meet me in the hotel lobby.

I headed back to my room and hopped into the shower. I imagined Celeste in there with me and took the occasion to rub out a quick orgasm after I finished shaving below the belt. With the shower finished, I shaved and went through the room once more to make sure everything was cleaned up. I had a couple of Cokes and a six pack of beer in the mini-fridge, a bucket of ice on the counter and an assortment of fresh fruit pilfered from the morning’s continental breakfast. I was as ready as I could be, so I sat on the balcony and read a book while I waited.

It was fifteen minutes until seven when she called and asked if I still wanted her to dance for me. Of course I was, so she told me she would be in the lobby at seven. I kept one eye on my watch and the other on the parking lot below my balcony. At six-fifty-five I left the room and headed down to the lobby. I tried to look casual standing there in my cargo shorts and button down shirt, but I think the way I kept glancing at the front door might have given away my nervousness.

Blue Shirt

When Celeste entered the lobby I could feel my heart begin to race. She was wearing a plane blue t-shirt and a pair of short denim shorts. She looked like a college student on break, which it turned out she was, but there were enough vacationers in the hotel for her to not look out of place. She looked around and spotted me right away. We approached one another and she hugged me tight. It was all I could do not to grab her ass right there in the lobby. When she let me go I motioned toward the elevators and said, “Shall we?”

We walked hand in hand to the elevator, and then down the long hall to my room on the fourth floor. When we got to my room we went inside and sat on the loveseat. We talked about our days and got to know each other a little better. Throughout the conversation she kept her hand on my leg and I kept my arm around her shoulders. It was strangely intimate in its comfort.

After a while she put her other hand on my leg and said, “Would you like to get started?” I nodded to the affirmative. “Okay. I’m going to get a little more comfortable, but first some rules. You can touch whatever skin is exposed, but if it’s covered it is off limits. If you break the rules I will stop and leave. Do you understand?”

“Yeah, I get it,” I said, and I meant it. I wasn’t expecting anything more than an hour long lap dance that included a little more touching than the clubs allowed.

“Great.” She smiled and took her little purse with her to the bathroom. “I’ll be right back.”

I got up from the couch, set the money on the coffee table I had pushed away from the loveseat, and put on a CD I had burned just for the occasion. The music would last for a minute beyond the agreed upon hour before it repeated. Putting the mix together was harder than you might think. Trying to strike the proper balance of sexy without going completely sleazy is hard enough, but deciding whether to go with fast or slow music was also a challenge. I ended up with a little of both. I started with slow and gradually increased the tempo. All in all I was pretty proud of it.

Blue Bra

When Celeste emerged from the bathroom she was wearing a lacy blue bra that cupped her tits perfectly and kept her nipples just out of sight. A matching pair of thong panties completed the look and left me moaning.

“You like?” she asked.

“God yes.”


Celeste swayed to the music, teasing me with her movements, before she stepped between my legs and put her hands on my shoulders. I put my hands on her waist and ran them up until they were just below the fabric of her bra. She kissed my neck and I pulled her against me.

The first song had not finished andd she was in my lap rubbing against me. By the end of the second song she was straddling me, grinding her mound against my erection. She pulled my hands from her ass and placed them on her tits. She nibbled on my earlobe and whispered, “The clasp is in the front.”

I released her beautiful tits from their confinement and was rewarded with a pair of erect nipples of the softest pink. I bent over and kissed one, then the other. I sucked one into my mouth and pinched the other. Celeste moaned and held my head to her chest.

The lap dance continued throughout the hour and the further along it went the hotter we both became, but Celeste never removed her panties, so there were places I was still not allowed to go.

Toward the end of her performance she got down on her knees and ran her hands over my legs, making sure she rubbed them up and down the length of my cock. She bent over and put her mouth on the bulge in my shorts and I could feel the heat of her breath on me. She sat back on her heels and smiled. She slid a hand inside her panties and slid the other one up the leg of my shorts. She stroked me in time with the thrust of her fingers in her pussy. We both moaned, but when she made herself cum she cried out loudly.

Celeste was magnificent. Her breasts heaved and her face grew flushed as she rode out the orgasm. It was amazing to watch.

When she regained control of herself, she pulled her hand from her panties and offered her fingers to me. I could smell her sex and had to have a taste. I pulled them into my mouth and sucked them clean. Celeste moaned and stroked me faster. She smeered the precum around my tip with her thumb and before I knew it I was groaning and shooting my load into her hand.

She pulled her hand out, licked her fingers clean and smiled. She stood up, bent over, and kissed me on the lips before gathering her bra and heading back to the bathroom.

After she cleaned up and got dressed again, she sat with me on the couch. I complimented her dancing and we talked about doing it again, but it never happened. I stopped traveling for a few months and when I got back she was no longer a waitress at the club. I still think of her, and that night, fondly. She was my first truly private dance.

It is like they say, you never really forget your first.

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