****** Raven by Ben ******
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Raven


So, I work third shift, right, and it happened to be my day off. I work at
night, then I come home and sleep, so I usually have some free time between 3:
00 PM and 9:00 PM. Like I was saying, though, it was my day off, and I was up
at, like, one o'clock, and there was nothing to do.

I called my girlfriend to see if we could hang out, because even doing nothing
is fun with her. So, I call her up and she picks up the phone after a couple of
rings and she says, "Hello."

So, I say, "Hi, Lucy, it's Ben. You know I work third shift, but today's my day
off and there's nothing to do! So, I figured I could go over there and we can
hang out or something."

"Right now? Ben, it's one o'clock at night," she replies.

"Oh, did I wake you up?" I asked.

"Yeah."

"Oh, I'm sorry, Honey, you go ahead and sleep, it's not that important," I say
to her.

"OK," she replies, then hangs up.

So, here I am again, with nothing to do. So, what am I supposed to do? I'm
thinking, and thinking. What's open now? Movie theatres are closed, libraries
are closed (that's where I go to go on the internet, because I don't have a
computer), restaurants are closed, nothing's open! So, I think, wait a minute,
there's one kind of place that's open: strip clubs.

I know of this place where they don't just dance topless, or exotic dance, but
they really take everything off. I had never been to any strip clubs at that
time, so I hop in my car and head down there.

I live in a small town, they don't have those kinds of places , so I have to
drive a good half hour to get to this place. When I finally get there, there's
not very many people there because it's so late. Well, I pay the cover charge
and they ask me for I.D. I'm not upset, because I'm only twenty years old, so I
show them I'm old enough and they let me in.

There's this black chick on stage and she's kinda hot, but she's really, really
skinny, which I don't like. So, she's dancing and she takes off her top and her
breasts are really small. Now, I don't mind small breasts, they look cool, but
her's sagged like an old woman. It looked like she had two small hot water
bottles hanging from her chest. I wonder how she got here looking like she
does. She really seems happy with her small, sagging breasts, she plays with
them and kisses them, she waves them at people, it's really not what I wanted
to see, really bad. Fortunately, the music stops and she leaves the stage.

The next girl is hispanic, she's got a little more meat on her bones and she
looks good. Except for one thing: her breasts. They are so big they're bigger
than my head, it's disgusting. You know God would never give a girl breasts
like that. And she's walking around and you can tell she's weighed down by
them. Then she lies on the floor and writhes. Now she seems a bit happier
because her breasts are resting on the floor. Her song stops now and she leaves
with about ten dollars in tips.

The next girl is not too thin, not too big breasted and she seems like she
knows what she's doing, but her hair is twice as big as her head and it's
bleach blond and looks stiff. Not only that, but she looks like a white trash
single mother of eight, who's in her forties. She looks alright except for her
hair, so I try to ignore it and pay attention to the good parts.

She looks at me and smiles. "Hi, Honey, you like what you see?" she asks.

My smile immediately disappears. I hate when perfect strangers call me honey.
She's not my wife, or grandmother, she doesn't even know me, why would she call
me that? Not only that, but her voice sounds like someone who smokes twenty
packs of cigerettes a day, raspy. A whole big nasty image wrapped into one. I
just nod my head politely and she leaves when her song is over.

Then another girl comes out to dance, she's introduced as "Raven", she goes to
the juke box and puts her song in. I notice her right away because she's rather
small and she has short blond hair, just how I love it. I'm immediately surged
with feelings that are more than just sexual arousal. She steps up on stage and
her song starts to play: "Queer" by Garbage. That song still turns me on when I
hear it now.

Her dance is intoxicating. The mix of that particular song and the way she
danced made me nervous like a little kid. She's got to be 20 or 21, about my
age, which truns me on even more. I take a seat right next to the stage to get
a closer look. She takes off her top and her dress. Her breasts are small but
perky, with tiny little nipples. I can't get over this girl. Everything about
her is perfect, everything I want, physically, in a woman.

She spots me from across the stage and walks directly in front of me. She
kneels down and presses her breasts together. She spreads her legs apart and
pulls one side of her panties to the side. Her pretty pink pussy shines right
at me. She uses her other hand to stroke herself. She's so close I can smell
her, and she smells great!

I realize all I'm doing is staring at her. Quickly I reach in my wallet to geve
her a tip. All I have left is a twenty, so I toss it on the stage, between her
legs. She looks down at it and her eyes get wider.

"A twenty? You're tipping me a twenty?" she says. Her voice is just as
beautiful as the rest of her.

Nervously, I say, "Is that too much?"

"Nooo!" she replies. Then she smiles, leans over and kisses me on the cheek.

I don't want to let this girl get away, I really love her, but I can't think of
anything to say.

She gets up and moves down to the next group of guys sitting a ways from me, an
she takes off her panties and sticks her leg in the air, spreading her
beautiful pussy, but I can't see it, I'm too far away. The other guys are
joking and laughing, they don't appreciate her like I do. Then the song stops
and, completely naked, she steps off the stage and comes over to me. She asks
me my name, I say "Ben". She asks if I've ever been there before, I say, "no."
I'm really nervous!

She asks if I want a lap dance. It's my first time in any strip club, so I
don't know what that is, I ask her and she says, "It's all nude, we do it up
there in the balcony, and it costs $15, five dollars for the house, ten dollars
for the dancer. I don't have that much, I used my last twenty on her, so I have
to admit that I'd love one, but I don't have the money. She seems disappointed,
and I am too. During our little chat, her beautiful, perky breast brushes up
against my arm, sending shivers through my body. But, she walks away into the
changing room, and I never see her again, because they closed up the club and I
have to go home.


This is mostly a true story about me. Some liberties have been taken, and some
names have been changed. For instance, the part about my girlfriend, that's not
true, I didn't have a girlfriend then, and I still don't have one. If anyone's
interested, I'm single and they tell me I'm a nice, sweet guy. Girls tell me
that, but nobody around where I live wants to go out with me. Also I'm rather
shy, so asking girls out is hard for me.

Anyway, here's my e-mail address for feedback or whatever:

krys_2@hotmail.com

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