Okay, here we go. Like a week ago, I'm at a strip club w/ a friend, it's past 11pm and we're just sort of there on a whim to wind down and shoot the shit and so on.
The place is reasonably busy and we're sitting directly below the DJ booth in a relatively shady corner. My friend gets up to get a dance from some girl and I stay seated, make a phone call or two and for the most part just chill out; then "Brooke" comes over.
She's petite, blonde, maybe 22-25 years old, very cute and totally fucking WASTED. She sits on my lap and basically runs off at the mouth for 4-5 minutes with the coherence of Barney Gumble, then she asks if I want a dance.
I was thinking, well this is gong to be terrible because she can barely stand on her own two feet, but again, she was cute, so I said what the hell.
Almost immediately she starts putting her hands down my pants and letting me put my hands on places and my fingers in places where I know they shouldn't be.
At this point, I'm only semi-aroused because I'm nervous as hell, as I said the place is pretty packed and I'm just certain that someone is going to see us and that any second a bouncer is going to run over, snatch me up and beat the living shit out of me.
She whispers what I thought was just more standard stripper dirty talk, until she looks around to make sure no one is looking, pulls my dick out, moves her thong over, puts me in her and starts riding me.
A million things are going through my mind at this point and only #999,999 is: "wow, this is awesome".
I'm weirded out, I'm obviously not wearing a condom (I know for certain I'm not going to orgasm, this situation was just not conducive to that at all, but still), she's drunker than shit so I don't know what she'll do or say after or during this whole thing and I'm still convinced that someone is going to see us.
Thankfully, after about 10 minutes of this, she gets called on stage and I'm in a part of the club where I can reholster so to speak and no one would notice. She asks me to wait for her to come back after she makes her rounds and I say, trying to regather myself at this point, "uh, yeah, sure".
She comes back after like 30min. or something (by the by, while she was on stage, it was clear as day that she was fucking smashed and every sleazebag in the place was trying to get her for a lapdance), she asks me to get her a drink and like a man with no moral fiber whatsoever, w/out any resistance, I buy a tore down drunk stripper even more alcohol to put in her system. She starts asking me if I'm with anyone and I point to my friend across the room who is with another girl, then she asks me: "Do you want to get out of here?"
After a very slight pause the "awesome" that was sitting in the back of my mind at #999,999 jumps to #1, I put on my douchebag cap and say, "absolutely".
I
've already turned this into a sloppy, rushed Penthouse Letter so I'll cut it short by saying that not all was well and the night degenerated from there. After I bared witness to arguments between her and other stripper friends about her wanting to take off early w/ me and them chastising her about management having a policy about not allowing girls to leave with patrons and her crying and cursing on the phone at her *mom* because she refuses to babysit Brooke's *five year old son* again, I gathered my friend, said goodbye to Brooke and just bailed.
There's all this stuff inbetween and particular little moments and things she said that I thought were pretty hilarious, but all in all, that's my kinda, sorta, ostensibly fucked a stripper during a lapdance story.