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riverrust

Super-Earth
Joined
Oct 31, 2010
Location
Strasburg, VA
Roger Morgan climbed out of his black Jaguar and walked with a spring in his step to the front door of The Gentleman's Club. If someone were to take note, them might find him not quite the sort of fellow who would frequent a place like this. "Good evening, Mr. Morgan," Jack, the young bouncer said as he opened the door for the debonair patron. "Howdy, Jack!" Roger greeted him. "Good group of girls tonight?" Jack nodded. "Yep...some of your favorites and a couple of new girls, too." Roger gave Jack a smile and a slap on the back as he entered the fairly dark club. Straight ahead a decent and traditional dining area was host to a number of couples and loners have a hearty meal, but as Roger emerged from the lobby, the bright stage lights and black lights and neon signs caught his attention immediately. Raising his hand and motioning to Jacob, the bartender, Roger took a seat at a table not far from the stage just as a shapely blonde was bending over and looking straight at him between her legs. She smiled and wiggled her bare ass for him and he nodded and waved. A new server arrived at his table and set a bottle of his favorite beer down, and Roger kicked back, took a sip of his Heineken, and focused on the buns of the blonde on the stage.
 
Name: Annabelle Morris
Age: 30
Hair: Long Red Hair
Height 5' 5"
Weight: 110 lbs.
Breasts: 38B
Body type: Slender but toned

If a year ago, you told Annabelle Morris that she would be working in a strip club to support herself and her 5 year old daughter. She would have laughted in your face. She was an executive in a big finacial company and had a great husband.

It had been a bad year for her and her little girl, Gwenevere. Her husband ran off to some Caribbean island with her secretary and half of their money. Then, her company got caught up in the whole economic downturn and went under. She had to sell a lot of stuff to pay bills and move out of their nice appartment and moved into a little one room. But, there still wasn't enough. She tryed apply for other jobs but no one was hiring. So there was only one thing left, stripping. She stripped to work her way through college and she hoped she'd never have to do it again. But, she needed money and this was her only option.

"And now, please welcome Belle to the stage!" said the voice of the DJ. She sighed and walked out on to as she walked onto the stage in her little school girl outfit
 
Roger sat up and took notice this new girl; at least she was new to him. "My, my..," He said to himself, "Nice outfit!" He was not unlike every other man when it came to his carnal nature. What re-blooded American male did not like a fox in a school girl outfit? As she came into the limelight, Morgan furrowed his brows and squinted a bit. "Hmm...," He murmured, "She is not quite as young as the other dancers here. But this was only an observation which intrigued him. As far as looks went, she was definitely hot in Roger's book. As she began to do her moves, Roger finished his beer and signaled for another. The last stripper - Mindy, the blonde one - had certainly gotten a rise out of him; so much so that her had to slip his hand down his pants and adjust himself lest he continue to be uncomfortable. Now that this new dancer was on the stage, he lost nothing of his firm condition, for whoever she was immediately did something for him that made his chest feel funny and his loins tingle.
 
Annabelle started her dance by unbuttoning her blouse revealing a plaid bra. Then she slid down her skirt with her ass pointed at the crowd to revel her matching g-string. Then, she removed her bra, she knew that her breasts weren't as big as the other girls here. Then she moved over to one of the poles and started to swing around it. She didn't smile much as the men put money in her g-string. Soon her dance was over. She picked up the bills and her clothes that were on the stage and left the stage.
 
Roger was captivated by this new dancer. She wasn't as big-breasted as some of the others, but she had an ass to die for, and that was important to him. But something else struck him about her, and it too was appealing. Though she did all she could to satisfy the audience, and she seemed to get a fair amount of money for her show, "I don't want to be here," appeared to be written all over her face. Roger thought this a bit odd. Sure, many of the girls would rather be elsewhere than at work, but when they were on stage, they really looked like they wanted to get screwed right then and there.

As the next stripper walked into the limelight and shook her her ample boobs at the men and women in the front row, Roger watched, but saw nothing. His gaze was far off and his thoughts ran elsewhere. "Hmm...I wonder," He muttered. He raised his hand again and the waiter ran over. "Yes sir?" He said. Roger had him lean down so he wouldn't have to raise his voice. "Would you tell Bobby that I'd like to have a private dance from the girl that was just on stage...what's her name...Belle?" The server nodded and made his way back to the bar where the owner sat watching the show. Bobby motioned with a jerk of his head, gave a smile to Roger, and sent the waiter backstage.
 
Annabelle was putting her outfit back on when the waiter told her that she was needed for a private dance. Annabelle sighed and said, "Alright..." She knew that private dances could be big money makers. But she didn't like being alone in the room with some guy or some horny woman. She reached the room she was told to go to and she opened the door. She saw it was at least a nice looking guy... "Hello, there..." she said with a fake smile on her face..."What Can I do for you this evening?"
 
Roger stood and turned to Belle as she came in. He was something of an imposing figure at 6'4", and his broad shoulders and long arms spoke of natural strength. He was clean-shaven and wore his hair close-cut, tapered on the sides and back. This evening he wore khakis and a white Polo with a navy blazer. "Hello Belle!" He said enthusiastically, "I appreciate you coming to see me." He got a good look at her now and up close he found she was hotter than he had thought. "What can you do for me?" He said. "I want the works...I want to see what you have to offer. Satisfy me...I pay well," He concluded.
 
Annabelle nodded, She turned on the music in the room and then she started to dance again. She stripped down to her G-string and started to give him a lap dance. "Are your ready to see how I can really satisfy you?" She wasn't looking forward to what she was about to do but she needed the money.
 
Roger liked what he saw very much, and by the time Belle was down to her g-string and rubbing her ass on his lap, he was hard as a rock. His large member was making quite a bulge in his khakis that no one could fail to notice. "Well, I've got to say, you've got a fantastic ass!" He told her. "That already goes a long way toward what I'm going to propose. But, yes...I'm quite ready...satisfy me."


SalesGirlAnna said:
Annabelle nodded, She turned on the music in the room and then she started to dance again. She stripped down to her G-string and started to give him a lap dance. "Are your ready to see how I can really satisfy you?" She wasn't looking forward to what she was about to do but she needed the money.
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Annabelle reached down to his pants and lowered his fly. Then she reached inside and carefully removed his large member. Then she got on her knees in between his legs and started to lick it. After a few moments of licking she wrapped her lips around the huge cock and started to suck it.
 
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