Peek-a-Boo

I had an hour to kill tonight, so I stopped into a club. Not my regular club, not my regular routine. Early evening shift. Sparse crowd. Maybe a beer and some tiprail and home, I'm thinking.

An upscale club: fine dining, cigars, caviar, shoe shines and massages if you want them. A men's room attendant with a running stream of banner while I did my business, a warm towel while I washed up, and beer on ice on my way out. I found a quiet table stage side.

4 dancers in a row, cute but not grabbing me. Sexy, yes. Semi-naked, yes. Piercings, yes. Tattoo's, yes. But they're not doing anything for me. One more dancer, finish my beer, and I'm out.

And then she came. The total package. A vision of erotic loveliness. A pure sex kitten. Black stripper shoes. Black knee high stockings over perfectly shaped calves. Exquisite creamy thighs rising into a red and black plaid school girl skirt. Pert breasts protruding out of a matching red and black plaid top. A beathtakingly beautiful, flawlessly made-up, sorority girl face. And the finishing touch. A full lions mane of blonde Tawny Kittaen hair. Stunning.

I found my way to the tip rail, opposite an attractive 40ish couple sitting down as well. The Mrs. was a sexy woman in her own right - a blonde Junior Miss in sweater and pearls. Classy and hot!

Dancer made her way down the stage between us, strutting her stuff and letting that sexy skirt swish. What's under that skirt? Quickly, she found my dollar on the tip rail and she snuggled up to me at the rail. Dazzling, soft, and deliciously scented as she cradled me to her. Nice.

Dancer moves to the other side of the tiprail, to the smiling anticipating couple. She gets up on the rail on her knees and bends over to put her arms around the Mrs. Peek-a-boo. Now I know what's under the skirt. Nothing, nothing at all. BAM! Right in my face. Shaved kitty. Dancer had dispensed with the panties. Peeking out from under the skirt is a perfectly rounded derriere framing smoothly shaved private parts. Staring right at me. Oh, my god. Incredible.

Dancer took her time molesting the Mrs. for our entertainment. Hands exploring the sweater, feeling her up slowly and firmly. A dollar bill tucked into the belt for dancer to lean over and retrieve with her teeth, perfect ass high in the air. Smothering the Mrs. in her ample tits. The kiss and the makeout, lingering and hot.

And back to me. Hovering straight up over me on the tiprail. The cookie at eye level, with her fingertip stroking through her lips. Perfect thighs and perfect belly, oh so close. "Thank you, baby", I say as she moves on.

And it's over. And as I prepare to leave, Dancer jumps back out on stage in the procession of beauties for the signature dance. As Dancer hits the end of the stage to be escorted off by the bouncer, a puff of air blows up her sexy plaid skirt. Peek-a-boo once more. That beautiful naked ass. "Would you like a dance", she asks the nearest customer, panties already forgone.

And I'm out.

Ciao, Bella.