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Kinky Confessions: Stripper Fantasy

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This may sound weird, coming from a woman, but I’ve never had any interest in watching men strip. I’ve never been to a male strip club, nor would I go if I was invited. On the other hand… I love to watch women peel off their clothes while gyrating on a stage. I’m not gay or bi, I just find the female body to be a glorious thing. On this we can agree, right men?

It wasn’t until my twenties, when I had a chance to go to my first strip bar; it was called the Leopard Lounge and was rather upscale. I loved the animal print decor, and the women there really knew how to dance. Also, the costumes were unique and detailed. It was a great first experience. The only problem was, it set the bar high for what I thought a strip club should be like.

Of course, there’s been lots of disappointment since, I’ve been in grungy strip bars, where the women look miserable and the clientele even worse. Any time I moved to a new city, it would take me a bit of time to find a favourite place to watch the ladies. I always go with a gal pal, and what surprises me most is the way the male clientele look at us – like we’re encroaching on their territory. I find it funny – can’t a lady love the ladies? I truly admire a stripper who takes her work seriously and performs well.

It was recently that I went on vacation to Cali to visit an old high school chum, Scott. Strip clubs came up in conversation, and he invited me an amazing club. It was weird watching the girls who all had piercings and tattoos and looked like they spent every day in the gym. A new breed of stripper, I thought. As we were sipping our drinks and taking in the show, a gentlemen came up to our table, with a clipboard in hand, and asked if I was performing. Huh? “No,” I said, turning red. Then he explained it was amateur night, where they asked five females in the audience to perform one song. You would meet the strippers backstage for a costume change and a quick warm-up. “Just for fun,” he encouraged. I didn’t have to take my clothes off, either. If Scott hadn’t cheered me on, and if I hadn’t had a few cocktails, there would be no way. I’ve never considered myself an exhibitionist, but I was far from home and didn’t have to worry about anyone I knew seeing me, so I thought – what the heck!

I got paired with a sassy redhead, Lana, who I would perform onstage with. She dressed me like a Vegas showgirl and showed me a few can-can moves. She would dress like a man, sit on a chair, and watch as I moved suggestively around her. Ooooh, I was going to do my first lap dance (well, my first outside my bedroom, anyway). She gave me over-the-top stage make-up and brushed my hair back to fit the feather headdress. I felt so regal. She told me to just wing it, that the crowd would carry me along. My heart was beating out of my chest…

I was the first “amateur” to go on, which I was grateful for, as my nerves were out of control. Lana went out and assumed her position on the stage. When the music was cued, I sauntered out in my stilettos (gorgeous shoes!) and shimmied up to her. The crowd went wild, and I felt like a star. I glanced out to see Scott, but the lights were too bright. I think that was a good thing because it kept my focus on Lana. It wasn’t hard either, even dressed like a guy, she was smoking hot! I circled her, dangling my arms around her neck and eventually found myself sitting on her lap, facing her, and wrapping my boa around her neck. I heard the crowd shouting, “Take it off!” Lana looked at me and nodded, as if to say, you can if you want.

I stood up and walked to the end of the long stage and began unhooking my corset. I then turned around and stuck out my ass which I’d been working really hard on at the gym. It wasn’t long before my breasts popped out of the tight corset. Oh god, I thought, am I really doing this? I gave them a little shake and massaged them. I loved the attention from the crowd. Lana beckoned me back, as I almost forgot she was there. I sat back down on her, and she buried her face in my bosom. I could feel myself getting wet and knew I’d be using this experience as masturbation material for years to come and cum and cum.

That was my first and last stripper experience, and I have zero regrets. I was in the right place at the right time to make a fantasy come true.

Do you enjoy strip clubs? Have any stripper fantasies you want to share?

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