0 comments/ 30355 views/ 2 favorites The Tale of Two Strippers By: Build_it_write If you care to learn more about me as the writer of this or any of my true stories, you can try reading the "Background" portion of my first submission titled "My Neighbor Jessica." On this story, I will skip that portion, although I think it is important to know how my upbringing contributed to the personality, character and esteem of my adulthood. You might also notice my vagueness when mentioning geographic locations and business names in an attempt to maintain some degree of anonymity. * It was the mid 80s and my business travels took me to one particular southern collage town quite often. Some of these trips were for no more than one night, but others were for a week at a time and occasionally a stay would span through a weekend when all our business schedules were more abbreviated. This particular city had a lot to offer other than a major university, but I think the collage was a great contributor to the atmosphere and personality of the town, especially those involved in this story. There was also a quant entertainment district, mostly on one street close to downtown and there were other clubs and restaurants scattered across the city offering music of every imaginable genre and food from every imaginable cuisine. My position with my employer was definitely what you would call middle management. This town was over 200 miles from my home and also from the branch office of my employer where I reported on a daily basis (even if by telephone), but was just 25 miles from the corporate office. I enjoyed both the working and social interactions of the office personnel ranging from the accounts payable staff to the officers and upper managers of the company, but all of them lived within commuting distance of the corporate office and most went home to their family every night. The people I managed were typical construction people who traveled to each job site. I have said many times, it is difficult to find an educated, poised, well spoken, clean cut construction worker who will accept responsibility, who is also mobile enough to travel. If the ability to do construction work is a given and the ability to travel is the second most important prerequisite, you seldom, if ever get any of the other aforementioned qualities. That was the case with the people I was assigned to manage. It only took me about 2 or 3 months to get my fill of socializing with these people. So I started looking for someplace to get away from them and my myself for a little while. As I traveled around town, going to different job sites, different suppliers, City permitting office and so forth, I passed by a building with no storefront or windows, and the business name did not adequately describe the type of business. For the purpose of this story I will call it "Magnolia." I asked someone what it was, and the answer I got was "It is a really nice strip club!" At that point in time, I had never heard the term "tittie bar." So one night I decided to see what it was all about and I must say, I was overwhelmed. There was nothing like this in my small home town and if there was in any of the other cities I had visited, I had not been there. There was a $1 cover charge and draft beer was $1 until about 8:00 pm. Many of the girls were university students and most of the "night girls" were really good looking. I started going two or three nights per week and being somewhat shy and inexperienced with such a thing, I kind of blended in with the crowd and spend maybe $10 to $12 per trip. This continued for maybe two or three months and then we transferred to another city to do a major job there that kept me extremely busy for about two months. Based on the reviews of that project, I got a promotion to a newly created position leading several people that had my previous position. It was still necessary to go by the corporate office of my employer occasionally and they really did not care where I stayed when I was in from "out of town," so I sometimes stayed in the collage town with all the entertainment and dining options and I also still went by Magnolia occasionally. I still remember the first day of February in '85 so very well. I had driven to a small town, right on the gulf coast. It was the last day of construction and turn-over of a project we did there. There was a rare cold front came it that pushed freezing temperatures all the way to the coast and even freezing precipitation almost that far. I left there around noon driving North into the increasingly bad winter storm as the roadways became glaed over with sleet. If you are from any of the States from Iowa to Pennsylvania, you may find this amusing and even unbelievable, but the winter storms we get in the South consist more of ice than snow. We do not have enough proper equipment to control the road conditions and people in the South do not know how to drive in these conditions. Just the trip we took that day would make up an entire story, although it would fall into the "non-erotic" category. I did finally make it home that night, but only by flying a part of the trip and renting a car for the weekend. We had some new assignments and projects to start the next week, so on Monday 2/04/85, several of us met at the corporate office to dispatch to these new locations. It was still cold and still icy, but the main highways had been cleared, so driving from town to town was not that difficult. The most challenging assignment involved sending two responsible people to several coastal towns to do some equipment change-out in open restaurants. The people sent would need to be trustworthy, because they would carry a passkey capable of opening over 50 restaurants with the same brand name. They would also need to work in these restaurants, unsupervised at night during "closed" hours. There were only two employees, who would fit that criterion. They would need to drive a full size truck and pull a 16 foot utility trailer, both of which would start out fully loaded with this new equipment and would return fully loaded with the old equipment. Of the two candidates, one had both the integrity and the mechanical ability to accomplish the task, but he did not have a vehicle of any kind. The other one who was a very good friend of mine I had hired recently, had the integrity and the leadership ability, but he drove a small Jeep with no cargo capacity. I was the only person that had a full size truck capable of hauling that cargo and towing the loaded trailer at the same time, but I had the task of permitting multiple upcoming projects in that same collage town 25 miles away. A decision was reached to trade vehicles with my friend driving the Jeep and the two of them would take my truck to the coast for the week. After everyone was dispatched, I made the 25 mile trip in the Jeep and registered into a motel, getting ready for three days of permit chasing. On Monday night, there were still spots of ice on side streets and any place not receiving direct sunlight during the day. The city seemed almost deserted. I was alone with nothing to do so I went to Magnolia. At this particular club, the building sets maybe 60 feet from the street curb. There are about 10 parks up there, which on busy night are overtaken with the "Valet Parking" attendants. Most of the parking is behind the building and the building next door. On that cold Monday night, there was no valet parking and there was actually one of those 10 parks available. With the maneuverability of the Jeep, I backed into the open of the parking space, leaving the driver's door about 30 feet from the entrance of the club and with a clear view of the front door. I arrived just after 7:00 pm which was "shift change" and it was as dead inside as was indicated by the parking availability outside. There were more girls there (probably by taxi) than there were customers. As soon as I sat down, a good looking girl I had never seen before approached me and set down next to me. I first thought it was a scam because of something that happened years before when a dancer set down by me and when the waitress asked about me buying the lady a drink, I said "OK; what do you want?" The next thing I knew I was spending $20 for a champagne glass of "Champagne Cocktail," which was about 30 cents worth of cheap sparkling wine. Well that didn't happen this time and over the next couple of hours , I had spent NO money on her and we were visiting and enjoying one another's company as if we were old friends. She said she was 23 and had just moved to that city from Phoenix with a girl friend (also 23) and neither of them knew anyone there. Her real name was Trish she said but she was dancing as Tracy. It was her first night to work there and her friend was working at another club I will call "Sweet Things." I am going to interject something here that is derived from 25 years of visiting strip clubs or if you prefer, "gentlemen's clubs" scattered across the US, as well as a few in bordering countries. First, saying there is a "typical stripper" or "dancer" is like saying, "When I stop at the next red light, there will be a "typical" driver in the car to my right." The demographics may change according to the demographics of the city, the demographics of the State and even the neighborhood. The personality and the "liberties allowed" vary according to the local laws governing strip clubs as well as the management style of the club owners and managers. However, there is no "typical" stripper. On any "typical" night at Magnolia, there might be a college student actually trying to pay for her education. There might also be a "wild child" girl from a rich family several hundred mile away, who was there dancing to live out her exhibitionist fantasies while making extra spending money for clothes. That same girl, who's rich father sent her to this high profile university hoping a refined and educated young lady would return, might be there to support her cocaine habit. Some girls recognize the fact that if you are 21 to 30 years old and blessed with a great body, there is just no place to make easier money. There are so many other examples, it would take too long to list, but I do think I will write another true story about my experiences and observations in the strip clubs across America. If I had to put Tracy (Trish) into a category, I would say she was one who recognized the opportunity she had by using her beautiful and natural body and face to make an easy living. I would also guess, because she had just moved from Phoenix, that she was using this particularly slow night (which just happened to be her first night) as sort of an OJT or "on job training." When the girls outnumber the customers, no one is going to make any real money. The club should not be judged by this night, because of the obvious weather influence. So I think she was smart enough to recognize the facts and used this slow night to get her feet wet so to speak. She felt comfortable and secure setting with me while she met a few other dancers, met some of the wait staff and got a "feel" for what was happening. That does not explain why she didn't want at least one drink or why she did not once mention me getting a table dance. As we were sitting together, another customer setting several feet away managed to get her attention somehow that I failed to see. She said, "Excuse me" and got up to approach him. After just a few seconds, she returned to say, "That guy wants to buy a dance, do you mind?" What was I supposed to say? I said, "No, I don't mind at all." She said, "Thanks, I'll be back in a few minutes." I am only recording the facts here, not trying to justify them. I have absolutely no idea why she felt she owed me any explanation or loyalty, since I had spent no money on her. She proceeded to give him a table dance, just 10 to 12 feet from me in a well lit area. There was virtually no touching and as soon as the one song dance was complete, she got her money and she headed for the dressing room. Sure enough, in just a couple of minutes, she returned fully dressed as before and took her pervious seat next to me. She actually said, "Thanks for letting me do that" as if I had some sort of control over the events. There was another time she was called onto the main stage by the DJ. She excused herself saying she had to "Go up on stage," but for me to not leave, she would be back in a few minutes. I waited for her to dance on the main stage and 4 other smaller stages (areas) before she once again went to the dressing room to dress before returning to my side. Each time she returned, she stated she was glad I was still there and thanked me genuinely for waiting for her return. All this was very new to me, so I am not exactly what all I was thinking. I know that for whatever reason, I felt more like a security blanket that a date or a partner. One more thing concerning her dancing on stage; months and years later I discovered that dancers take it very personal as to how many people "tip" them on the main stage. Many expect you to tip them if you are sitting with them when they are called up. Many times, 3 or 4 one dollar bills spent at the main stage gets more favorable results for the entire night than spending $20 to $50 on them at a table or at the bar. I guess it is an esteem or ego thing, and most dancers absolutely despise getting "stiffed" as they call it, (receiving zero tips) on the main stage. If the club has smaller and/or secondary stages, the impact is not quite the same, but there, on the smaller stages is where you get your money's worth for a $1 to $5 tip. I would say that is where you get the most "bang for your buck" but hesitate because of the possibility of misinterpretation of the double innuendo. Because I had seen her dance on stage and for a table dance on the floor just a few feet from where I set, I might as well describe her body and appearance now. If I was challenged to cast a movie taking place on any of the many beaches in southern California from San Diego County through Orange County and then LA County and I needed a blonde bikini babe in the background, there would not have been a better candidate. Her hair was natural blonde. She had a great golden tan, with distinctive tan lines from wearing a very small bikini. This showed clearly as this club, in this City allowed what was then called "T backs" and their breast were completely bare with the exception of small sequin type dots on the very center of each nipple. She was about 5'8" with what I would call a "healthy build." She had broad shoulders and hips with a narrow waist. She had great posture, holding her shoulders square and straight despite the obvious weight of her healthy "D" cup breast. In profile, her tits had the shape of a question mark, with the slope starting at her shoulders and continued outward past her erect nipples before turning at a close curve back to her ribcage. When standing straight, her breasts were separated by maybe 1 inch, but she could make them touch together by simply moving her shoulders forward. I am not sure if she could have passed a "pencil test," but when her tits are that big, who cares? She had a very pretty face with blue eyes and a smile that says, "You are Okay with me!" The double innuendo here is intentional. At the same time, she was conveying with her smile, "I am OK with who you are." and also "I can tell you are OK with me and with what I am." Somewhere around 10:00 PM, I said something about leaving and she asked where I was going. I said "to my motel, do you want to come along?" As casually as if I had asked if she wanted a drink of water, she said "Let me check with the manager and see if I can leave." I was just kidding and could not believe her reply. Here I was 37 years old, naïve, from a small town nearly 300 miles away and a good looking 23 year old stripper was asking her boss if she could leave work early. I'm sure she didn't include in her request, "so she could leave with me and go to my motel room." Well she came back and said "The manager said I could leave early but he wants me to dance one more set; can you wait that long?" I said I could and did wait until she finished that dance set. After she completed, (I still did not know I should have tipped her on stage) she came up to me, holding and not wearing her clothes. She said she needed to go get dressed and she could not walk out the door with me as it was against club policies. She asked if I could I go to my car and wait for her. Again I thought; "I am not sure what the scam is, but here it comes." I told her where I was parked and what I was driving and she said she would be out as soon as she dressed. Because of the temperature, I went directly to the Jeep and cranked the engine to produce some heat as soon as possible. I waited as I watched the front door and could not believe she came out in just a very few minutes. She was dressed unseasonably with a pair of slightly off white, cream colored dress pants, a white waist length fur coat and a light weight short sleeve sweater the same color as orange pineapple ice cream. She was also carrying a small white bead covered handbag and a small gym bag which I assume contained clothes. The engine had not had time to warm up, and it was very cold inside the poorly insulated Jeep, so instead of getting out, I simply leaned over, opened the right hand door for her and as soon as she hopped in and shut the door we were off. As quickly as I pulled onto the street she said, "Where are we going, to your motel?" I was again shocked because I kept thinking "this is not happening." However, I didn't take any chances and since the motel was the only option mentioned by either of us, I took the quickest route there. I was staying in a moderately priced motel about 3 miles away and as soon as we were inside the room she removed her coat; then went directly to the phone and started making a call. Remember only a few high rollers had portable cell phones in 1985 and even then, they were too expensive for casual conversation as well as being too large and burdensome to carry. I asked her who she was calling and she said "Tabitha;" who was the friend that moved with her and was working at "Sweet Things." She kicked her shoes off as she was on the phone. I heard her ask whoever answered the phone if she could talk to Tabatha then she waited for a couple of minutes before resuming her talking. After that, there was some conversation between the two of them and of course I could not hear the other end of the conversation and really did not pay close attention to her end. Trish ended by telling Tabitha she would probably just see her at their place later. The room phone was on the night stand between the two double beds. I am not sure why they (the motel) chose to give me that room, but since I had planned on staying alone, there was no need to question it. As Trish hung up the phone, I walked up to her and reached out for a hug. I had heard the term "melt in your arms" but this was one of the first times I had the opportunity to use it to describe the bonding between someone else and me. We hugged for several seconds as if we were long time friends or lovers. After a lengthy hug, I leaned my head back and she did the same. We both started toward each other as if we each knew what the other wanted. Our mouths met in one of the most sensual kisses of my lifetime. As we kissed, my hands began to roam; first I grabbed both tits through her sweater and then instantly I reached for her waist band. As I grasped the bottom of her sweater and lifted, we broke the kiss long enough to remove it over her head. Our lips met again; in what was close to a desperate kiss while I massaged her full and natural tits. During that kiss, we started turning very slowly counterclockwise, almost as if we were slow dancing to an unheard song. After several seconds, she pulled away, turned and pulled the covers down on the bed behind her. I stood somewhat in awe as I watched her straighten up from the bed and remove her pants. I had dropped her sweater onto the other bed, so she pitched the pants on top of it. I did not know it at the time we left Magnolia, but she had left the club with nothing on except shoes, pants, sweater and coat. The removal of her pants left her totally naked. Because she had danced in a G-String or T-back, I got my first glimpse at her blonde pubic hair. I am not sure if her hair was that sparse or if she kept it neatly trimmed, but it had not shown as she danced while wearing the g-string. The Tale of Two Strippers She crawled into the bed and covered her lower body but not her breast. I had turned on the overhead light as we entered the room, so I felt more than a little self-conscious about undressing in the lighted room while she watched, but she had undressed in front of me (4 times actually, but only once to total nudity) and I did not want to break the mood by retreating to the light switch. I have worn western boots for many years, so I had to set down on the side of the second bed to remove them and then stood to remove the remainder of my clothing. As I removed my underwear, which I regret to say was white briefs, she said, "You have a big cock." This was the very first time I had been told this and if you want to read the explanation in my first story titled "My Neighbor Jessica" it may be interesting to you, but I did not know how to respond at the time. I quickly crawled into bed as Trish held the covers up for me. We moved into a very natural embrace and again started kissing. Her arms were around my neck as I was somewhat laying on my right arm and my left hand was again exploring her right tittie. As we continued kissing, I lowered my left hand to her leg and pulled it up and over my midsection. I broke the kiss this time and started moving in a clockwise direction. This freed up my right hand and moved my cock much closer to her pussy. I am not sure how I managed to accomplish this, but in this new position with me lying on my right side and under her left leg, I was able to penetrate her very wet and tight pussy without any help from my hands. She responded with an "oogh" sound of mixed surprise and pleasure but did not say anything. I have no explanation for why I entered her this way; it just seemed the most convenient at the time. Although it was quite a pleasurable experience, it was not the most comfortable position I have ever been in. After a very few minutes of fucking in this position, she cum is a shuttering orgasm. This was obvious because of her facial expression and her pussy getting increasingly wetter, but she did not scream or voice any confirmation that she was cumming. As she settled down, I withdrew and laid beside her for a couple of minutes. Then as I lay on my back, Trish began to shift her position until she was half setting and supporting her upper body with a stiffened left arm as she leaned that direction. She took my rigid cock in her right hand and started manipulating as if it was my hand in a masturbatory motion. She was watching her work with intent concentration, so I simply reached up to the back of her neck and very gently pushed her head toward her hand and my cock. With absolutely no resistance, she leaned forward and took my cock into her mouth. She started an up and down motion while holding onto the base of my cock. It felt fantastic, but I wanted to lick that pussy, so I started moving her into a 69 position by twisting to my right and pulling on her hips to move her in my direction. She responded to my movements and lifted her left leg to place it on the left side of my head. Trish continued the blowjob as I took hold of both ass cheeks and simply gazed at the vision in front of me. I steadied her movements as I took a long lick from above her clit to beyond her vaginal opening. She pulled back from my cock long enough to emit that "uhoo" sound of combined surprise and approval. I spread her ass cheeks more and took another long lick starting as before, but continuing past her ass hole this time. Her response was more distinct now and I detected some surprise or apprehension. I said. "What's wrong?" To which she said, "I don't think I could take it this rough every night!" I didn't know what she was referring to as I am not a rough, sadistic or dominant person in any way. I did take this as a signal to change what I was doing. I rolled her to my right and moved out from under her, helping her to readjust to a traditional missionary position. I moved between her legs and with my cock in my right hand entered her very wet pussy again. After just two or three minutes, she reached another orgasm similar to the first one. She did not scream; she did not use dirty words. She simply tensed up and her pussy became sloppy wet with juices literally running down my balls. I lifted myself off her and moved to my right as I did. In doing so, I lifted her left leg and returned to a position similar to our first copulation. As she lay there almost motionless, I used her body to reach my own satisfaction. Not in a violent or abusive way, but selfish nonetheless. After just a few seconds, the total events of the night finally caught up with me and I cum with an overwhelming sensation. After a very few seconds, Trish said, "This is my first time with an older man; I had no idea!" Just a few seconds after that, she jumped up and looked at the bedside clock and said, "If we hurry we can get to Sweet Things in time to get Tabitha; Can we do that?" I said we could so we got dressed in a hurry and headed to the club which wasn't that far away. We hit the front door at "Sweet Things" just at "last call" but when Trish told the door person we were only there to get her friend Tabitha he motioned us inside. As we entered, Trish pointed at the girl dancing on the main stage and with an abundance of energy said "That's Tabitha!" She was all excited and wanted the two of us to go up to the stage and tip her friend. We went up front and gave Tabitha a couple of dollars and Trish kind of introduced us and said I would take them home. Trish and I went to an empty table near the stage and waited for Sweet Things to close and for Tabitha to dress before we all left together. I guess if it is closing time and you just brought a girl in with you, the rules about a dancer leaving with a customer changes. As we left, the girls were huddled up and talking as girls do, so I went to the driver's side of the Jeep and then leaned over to open the passenger door just like I had at Magnolia. Tabatha climbed into the small back seat and Trish took her seat in the passenger front as before. I failed to notice what, if anything Tabatha was carrying, but Trish had placed her bag in the front floorboard at her feet. They continued talking "girl stuff" as we started to "their place." Trish directed my driving between conversation pieces with her friend. The only part that included me was when Tabatha asked, "Did you (meaning both of us) see my outfit?" Trish said, "No; you were already down to your G-string when we came in." To that I added, "But you looked really good in the G-string!" I might add that Tabatha was built differently than Trish. She was not as tall; maybe 5'3" and was a little thicker around the middle, but not nearly what you would call overweight or plump. Her tits were probably the same cup size, but they were more elongated and her nipples were pointed more downward than Trish's were. They (her nipples) were also much longer; probably close to ¾ inch. She also lacked the distinctive tan and subsequent tan lines. She seemed more giddy and bubbly than Trish and her build fit her personality. If I were to cast Tabatha into a movie, it would probably be the exhibitionist coed down the hall that would flash her boobs by lifting her tee shirt at every given opportunity. Maybe the "life of the party." Well, I took the girls to "their place" which turned out to be an efficiency room in an older motel, just down the road from my motel. According to Trish it was just "until we can get an apartment." In front of their room at about 1:30 in the morning, I kissed Trish goodbye and said goodnight to Tabitha and went back to my motel to sleep. I didn't go back to either Magnolia or Sweet Thing's that week, mostly because I was pretty busy with work. I kept in contact with the 2 guys that had my truck, doing the equipment change out at night. With them moving from one location to another and working in restaurants during closed hours, it was difficult for me to call them, so they would call my motel each night. That also influenced my decision to not go out after Monday night. Mid-day on Friday I was at a restaurant getting existing condition information concerning some upcoming work there. This was planned in advance, and was the prearranged meeting place for me and the guys returning from the coast. After they arrived, we were swapping vehicles, which involved several trips back and forth with luggage and personal items. During this time, the owner of the Jeep brought me a plastic shopping bag from his truck and said "this must be yours; it was in my back seat." It was a bag from a store called "5, 7 & 9" and contained a pair of black lace covered 5" heel pumps and nothing else. I sheepishly took the bag and put it in my truck. I had not noticed Tabitha having a bag like that and Trish did not ever get in the back seat so I was confused; but theorized that Tabitha must have been carrying it and forgot it was in the back seat. I hid the shoes and bag in my tool box so my wife would not find them and went home for the weekend. There was nothing significant happened that weekend, but I made sure I did not open my tool box if anyone else was near. The next week we started an "add on" at one of the restaurants we serviced. It involved moving the entrance door and adding a vestibule without interrupting business. I did not have enough experienced help to manage this fast paced project. For the first week of those projects we worked at night, starting at 11:00 pm when the restaurant closed and we had to be cleaned up with a safe customer entrance by 11:00 am the next day. I decided to work the project myself and use it as a training process for the same 2 guys that had taken my truck to the coast the previous week. With that schedule, I was not able to go back to Magnolia or Sweet things, but I did try to call Trish one time about Wednesday night. I called the listed number for Magnolia and I told the man who answered the phone that I would like to speak to Tracy (her dance name). He was courteous, but told me to call back on the dressing room line and gave me that number, before explaining that was the line all the girls used. I called back on that number and whoever I talked to did not know anyone named Tracy or Trish. I asked her if she would ask around as that girl just started on Monday of the last week. I could hear her asking in a somewhat loud voice and after several seconds said, "No one here knows her, either." I did not try Sweet Things that week, but I was more than a little confused. So for the next couple of months, I was on a mission to find the girls and return the shoes. I went into both clubs several times and asked door people, waitresses and other dancers, but no one would admit knowing either one them. I suspect that sort of thing goes on from time to time and the girls are protective of each other's anonymity. During that time I confessed to my friend who owned the Jeep what had happened and I don't think he fully believed me but had no explanation for the shoes. Part of the reason I told him, was my state of confusion over the entire series of events. He knew my wife and seemed shocked that I would do anything like that because he thought our marriage was just about perfect. The guy was very well educated and experienced in areas other than just construction. Over the next few weeks, I started telling him about my marriage and why I did the thing with Trish. He was supportive and helpful, but still confused about the shoes and the phantom girls. By now, I was beginning to think I dreamed it, but where did the shoes come from? Finally one night I went into Magnolia and there was Trish. She didn't see me right away so I waited until she was dancing on one of the runway stages and approached her. She seemed aloof and I didn't understand. I asked her if she knew who I was and she said "Yeah we went out one night." I asked her what had happened to her because I looked for her for so long. She seemed a little put out but said she would come talk to me after she finished dancing. She did come over and she stilled seemed perturbed about needing to explain anything. Finally she said she had met some guy with a bunch of coke and they partied and snorted until it was all gone. I was surprised but only because of my naivety. She also said she had a boyfriend and we could not go out again. One time after that, I took the same friend into Magnolia and sure enough, there was Trish. She was friendlier this time and I introduced the two of them and told Trish, he was the one who owned the Jeep I was driving that night. She said just enough to substantiate my story and he was beside himself. His exact words were "You fucked her!!??" The company we worked for was getting ready to promote me to a different position in "new" construction which meant less windshield time and no night work at all, so I was excited. My friend decided that was the end of his opportunity to work with me full time so he went back to his home town and I was alone again. I had just a few items I needed to clean up before moving into my new position. Most of these were at the corporate office and still the company really didn't mind where I stayed as long as I got my job done, so I stayed at a different and nicer motel in the same collage town. You guessed it; I went back to Magnolia. This particular night, and I really do not know why, Trish was working as a waitress. She had loosened up toward me, I guess because I was not stalking her and was not pestering her to go out again. I don't know anything about her boyfriend, but I suppose he was important to her and there is nothing wrong with that. After all, ours was a one night stand, right? I had been in for a little while and only briefly spoken to Trish when she approached me hurriedly and said, "Do you know who that is?" She gestured toward the main stage. There was a blond, good looking girl dancing, but I did not know who it was and told Trish I didn't. She said "That is Tabitha!" I would not have ever recognized her but at least all the pieces of the puzzle were in place and I knew I was not hallucinating. The girls at that club would dance two songs on the main stage and then there was a one song break before they moved onto the second stage and then they danced three positions on a long runway. I was sitting next to the runway by what would be the second position. When Tabitha got to that position, I tipped her one dollar and asked her if she ever left a pair of shoes in the back seat of a Jeep. She got all excited and said "THAT WAS YOU!!!" She asked if I still had the shoes and I said I kept them for a long time and tried to find her and Trish but finally threw them away so my wife wouldn't find them. She said she would come back and talk to me after her set, which she did. For the next little while, we talked about trivial stuff and I told her this was my last night in that town for quite a while. I was being promoted and had a job to do in another city. She asked if I wanted to "go out" before I left. I said sure but this is my last night and it is already late and you are working. She said "Can you wait until I get off work?" I thought, "This is Thursday night and the only thing I must do tomorrow is drive home, so why not?" I told her I would and she got all giddy and started asking what seemed like silly questions. She asked if I could take her to her apartment a little later. She said her boyfriend was at the apartment and she must be in before he woke up. She asked where I was staying if it was the same place as before. I wondered if I was being set up or what because this is too good to be true. I waited until closing time trying to pace my drinking so I didn't pass out too soon. At closing time she confirmed what I was driving and where I was parked and said she would come to my truck. She did and we went to my motel room. As soon as we got inside the room she started pulling off her clothes and mine too. She was all excited and the first thing she said or asked was "How do you want me?" Before I could answer, she said "Let's try this" and pushed me on to the bed and mounted me in what I now know as the reverse cowgirl position. Every few minutes she would say "I have an idea, let's do this" and name or get into another position. While in the missionary position, I lifted myself with my arms fully extended, but without losing penetration and started talking to her about her boobs. I said I liked their size and how her nipples extended. I told her I would like to see her in a wet tee shirt contest, which I was certain she could win. All this talk and the compliments seemed to excite her even more. My blood/alcohol content was pretty high so I could not cum very quickly. She started asking me "Have you not come yet, can you feel me coming?" Finally I did cum in that missionary position, but I was exhausted. She immediately got out of bed and went to the dressing table/vanity. She said, "I gotta get home, before my boyfriend wakes up and realizes I am not there." She had brought an overnight case into the room with her, so she opened it and started cleaning up and straightening up. I got out of bed and joined her in the clean-up process. We stood side by side naked while we both brushed out teeth and brushed our hair before dressing. She was still jabbering away about various things, including her need to get home and not get caught. Even though she was expressing a need to hurry, she never hurried me and she even took time to fully brush her long hair and time to touch up her make-up. Once she said, "I wish we had gone out together sooner, but I didn't know you had THAT" and indicated my semi-erect cock. I asked her what she would do if her boyfriend woke up when she got home and wanted to fuck. She said, "He'll just have to wait, I am fucked out for one night!" Then she said something that will live with me forever. She said "Trish was right, you older guys are better!" Several weeks later, I had occasion to be back in that town for a couple of days and nights, and you can be damned sure I hit a beeline to Magnolia. It was Thursday night and as soon as I got inside, I started surveying the club. The best I could tell, Trish was not there that night and I did not see Tabatha. I had been there for a little while before I needed to go to the men's room. As I got within several feet of the restroom, an attractive girl I did not recognize approached me and said, "Aren't you going to speak?" I looked at her with a quizzical expression that I am sure she interpreted correctly. She said. "It's Tabatha." She had cut her hair to the neckline and was dressed in a black on white polkadot dress that was very full and knee length. She looked more like a high school girl ready to go to the senior prom that any stripper I had ever seen. I said, "I'm sorry, I didn't recognize you with your hair cut. It looks great." She said, "Where are you headed?" I replied, "To the restroom." She then said, "When did you in to town?" and then, "Where are you setting?" I told her I just got there that morning and where I was setting. She said she would come see me when I got back from the restroom. Sure enough, I had barely returned to my seat before she came and set beside me. She was drinking some tall clear iced drink and the first thing she said was, "So, do you want to go out again tonight?" I sat there a few seconds considering the circumstances. It was about 8:00 pm and the club did not close until 1:00 am. I had already had a few beers and I knew I could not stay and drink for 5 hours and be able to drive, much less, perform in bed sexually. I told her my honest evaluation and said I would need to leave and get some rest, but I would return at mid-night to get her. She agreed, so I returned to my motel room which happened to be the same room at the same motel as our earlier tryst. I had developed a habit where, if I stayed at the same motel multiple times and found a room I particularly liked, I would ask for that room upon my return. I did not always get the same room, but many times I did. This one was on the second floor of a two story building, on the back side away from the highway and the door was right at the head of the stairs. The Tale of Two Strippers I lay down across the bed, but on top of the covers, intent upon getting some rest while watching a little TV. The next thing I knew, I woke up from a deep sleep, somewhat disoriented. I shook my head and rubbed my eyes as I looked around the room trying to figure out exactly where I was and what I was doing. As my eyes focused on the bedside clock, I realized where I was and why I had been asleep with my clothes on. I also realized it was 2:15 am. With Magnolia closing at 1:00 am, I knew there was no need in going there to find Tabatha. I also knew, "I blew it." The next day, Friday was to be my last day in town for another extended period of time, although I would spend the night and leave early on Saturday. After completing my business that next day, I went to a nice restaurant and had dinner, then headed to Magnolia. It was Friday and the place was very crowded. It was late May, probably just a week or two before end of semester and summer break for the collage. I found a bar stool on the outside of the "C" shaped runway with my back to the door. I did not like this position, because everyone knows "No good cowboy ever sets with his back to the door." However, empty seats were scarce, so I set there through a couple of beers, thinking I had really blown it this trip, because neither Trish nor Tabatha seemed to be there. Then Tabatha took the main stage, dressed in that same polkadot dress as the night before. It was so distinctive, as was her short "pixie cut" blonde hair that mistaking her this time was impossible. I was not sure what to say, so I spent the next 5 songs preparing my opening statement while she danced the main stage, set out one song and then danced the second stage before taking the first position on the runway. It was so crowded and because of my position, I don't think she noticed me until she climbed the steps to the runway. The height of the runway and the height of the barstool put the dance level about even with the lower portion of my ribcage. As soon as she recognized me, she danced over in front of me, but had not spoken when I removed my right hand from my beer and pointed to the middle of my chin with my forefinger and said, "Go ahead and kick me right here!" She smiled at that and immediately dropped down into a squatting position. She said. "What happened?" I replied, "I went back to my motel to rest and the next thing I knew, I woke up with the TV on, the lights on and a hard-on at 2:15!" She actually laughed at my explanation. I said, "Can I make it up to you tonight?" She said, "Are you sure you can stay awake this time?" I replied, "I'll stay right here this time and you can make sure I do!" As the night wore on, I paced my drinking and Tabatha would come by on a regular basis to check on me or to chat for a few minutes. This club closed at 1:00 am regardless of the night of the week, so at about 12:45, Tabatha came by to confirm what I was driving and where I had parked. I told her I was driving the same truck as before and I had parked in the rear, but regardless of what it took, I would meet her in front of the club. She said "OK" and headed to the dressing room as I headed to the truck. With the club emptying at closing, I was able to move to a park with a view of the front door as well as the only exit driveway. I waited for a long time as numerous people left the building as well as the parking lot. Tabatha did not show up. Finally an older truck came out the exit drive with two younger guys and a "pixie cut blonde" between them in the middle of the seat. Just as I focused on the passengers, the blonde ducked forward and hid her face. I was not sure it was Tabatha, but no one else had left the building fitting her description. I waited a few more minutes until the stream of vehicles leaving the parking lot diminished. I them decided I had been "stiffed" and headed back to my motel to spend the second night in a row with a raging hard-on. It was several months before I was in that town again and I never saw either Trish or Tabatha after that. I must sum up the last couple of visits to Magnolia as, if you screw up, "payback is a bitch!"