Dollface, I need a hand. It’s a slow night and if I don’t get a lap dance, I’m out. You have friends, right? Bring them to the club.
Becca wasn’t in the mood to go out. It was a Tuesday night and she had work of her own in the morning. It was Tracy though. She never asked for favors and she needed this fucking job.
Becca read the text again before shooting off two of her own. DJ would do anything for her, including showing up at a strip club when all he wanted was to go back to her place. It could be fun, but it usually wasn’t. His post nut clarity always meant she was the one. No one wants what comes too easily. She didn’t exactly string him along if he was always so willing to meet her where she wanted to go. She sent him the address and said she was on her way. As an after thought, she told him to bring cash, knowing he always did.
Becca texted Tracy, Gotchu Boo. Be there in 20. Bringing a friend.
Becca hadn’t taken off her makeup and just applied a little more eye liner before swapping her slacks for a sun dress and sandals. She threw her hair into a messy bun and headed out the door.
DJ was waiting in his car for her, surprised that she chose a gentleman’s club. He wore a band t-shirt from his college days with cargo shorts, and a pair of vans without socks. Becca hated how little effort he made, but it was little consequence compared to his dick size and how closely he followed his diet and gym routine. He just needed to learn to talk a lot less.
He stepped out of the car when he saw her pull into the parking lot and rushed over to get her car door for her. He towered over her but it’s been a long time since she was star struck by that. He pulled her into his arms and leaned in for a deep kiss. She stole the moment to touch his chest and let her fingertips trail under his t-shirt.
“Let’s go, Tracy needs us to spend money on her.”
DJ’s reaction was slight. He wasn’t expecting to meet one of Becca’s friends. In the six months they’d been dating, he had heard a few names, including Tracy’s. He’d just never met anyone. This was a big night and he wasn’t dressed for it. Becca grabbed his hand and pulled him to the entrance of the club.
It was quiet for a club. There were a few men sitting alone at tables with drinks and stacks of dollar bills. They were scattered throughout the dimly lit club. Women were in bikinis and lingerie, walking back and forth, or dancing in front of tables on their hands and knees. There was a woman on stage, spinning and gyrating on a pole, watching her own reflection as she contorted to the music in a thong.
Becca walked DJ to a table and pointed to the bar. “They’ll get you some singles, and I’ll take a shot of tequila,” she said.
Becca had been there on other occasions like this. Usually all the friends would show up, but that was also on weekends. She spotted Tracy at a table with an older man. He had a Veteran baseball cap on, with a cane resting on the third chair at their table. He had a small stack of ones, but she was looking into his watery eyes and doting on him, like he was her lifeline.
Tracy’s dick of a boss gave her a shitty schedule when she refused to fuck him. She was looking for a new gig but hadn’t found one yet.
When Tracy noticed her, she made her excuse and walked over for a hug. “I need help,” Tracy breathed.
DJ walked up with his hands full, offering a weak smile before handing Becca her shot and lime wedge in a cocktail napkin. He set his own drink down. He was seriously trying not to look at her small breasts in her string bikini. Becca stifled a smile as she bit into her lime wedge and slammed the shot back. It hit her throat and landed solidly in a practiced swallow. “DJ, this is my friend Tracy. We’re here for her tonight. I want a lap dance and you’re next.”
DJ sat pretty quickly at that and wordlessly handed Becca half the wad of cash that was in his other hand with his drink.
This was Becca’s first lap dance that didn’t come from a man, and Tracy was a friend, so this was likely to be a little awkward. Tracy grabbed Becca’s hand and sauntered to a separate room full of booths where a man sat with a ledger. He watched tiredly as he scribbled neatly into a book. Becca handed him the fee, and walked behind Tracy.
Tracy sat Becca down , set a timer then immediately jumped up on the seat, straddling Becca’s lap. Becca sat back, at a loss for the first time all day. Tracy thrust her hips forward and exposed her bikini clad pussy in Becca’s face, before bending forward, their faces only inches from each other.
“I’ve wanted to dance for you for a while,” Tracy yelled above the music. The smile on Becca’s face froze momentarily, but Tracy didn’t see it. She was already on all fours in front of Becca.
Becca was planning on helping Tracy. She even considered sharing DJ later. But she never considered being intimate with Tracy, who never stopped moving.
Tracy was bending over, rocking her hips with her ass in Becca’s face. She was up and on the bench with her pussy grazing Becca’s mouth. She was straddling Becca’s lap, moving up and down with her breasts in her face, shimmying to slap her with her bare titties. Then she was up and again in her face, just inches apart. Becca kept her hands to herself, but Tracy’s hands started roaming. She started with Becca’s breasts, rubbing the outside of her dress, smiling when her nipples hardened. Her other hand was on her leg, slowly moving beneath Becca’s dress, up her thighs, smacking her panties abruptly. Tracy then rubbed the outside of Becca’s panties while looking her in the eyes. She was waiting for an answer, and it came when Becca moved slightly toward her hand. Tracy took a quick look around before kissing Becca deeply. She moved her fingers past the dampened panties into her moist heat, searching for the ridges of her g-spot. The timer Tracy set startled both of them. They practically jumped apart like they had been caught. It was DJ’s turn.
Wordlessly, Becca handed a portion of the bills to Tracy and swallowed the words she wanted to say.
When she got to the table, DJ was a little surprised to see a dazed Becca. She was never phased by anything he did. He smiled while straightening her dress and kissed her on the cheek. She looked up at him, snapped out of what had just happened, and smiled up at him sheepishly. “I think you’ll have a good time,” Becca said as Tracy led him away. Becca couldn’t help but watch them. She expected to feel jealousy, but maybe she didn’t care enough about DJ. Maybe the idea of sharing him was more exciting.
Becca noticed the other men watching her curiously while DJ was getting his dance. A server brought her a drink from a guy sitting at the bar. She smiled and slammed her second shot, then dazedly watched another dancer strip and spin on the pole. She moved slowly and rolled onto her back. With her legs up in the air, clacking her heels loudly before opening and closing her legs, she was in her element, a sexual goddess. Becca couldn’t stop thinking about what it would be like to touch a woman. She was surrounded by beautiful women and had just been touched in the hottest way.
When DJ got back from his dance, he was very obviously walking awkwardly. This made both Becca and Tracy laugh out loud. DJ bought another set of dances for each of them, and by the end of the night, all three ended up at Becca’s place where no one was left out. For the first time, DJ was pretty speechless and Becca was full of uncertainty. Their relationship changed forever that night.