As she thought more about it, she realized that she loved showing off her body to her clients, And as Peter had reminded her, she had done a few lap dances for them on a couple of occasions. So, maybe it was just that the idea of dancing and stripping was so new that made her uncomfortable.
She made up her mind during her daily telephone call with Kendrick, something they did every day while he was away. He had not seemed to mind when she told him about hostessing at the club, and she could tell that the thought of her being fucked by Jerome and DeVon really excited him. He loved her most when she was being totally slutty.
She asked him for his thoughts on her becoming a stripper, and was a little surprised by his enthusiastic response. He told her that he thought she would be great, and that the first thing he would want to do on his return would be to come to the club and watch her being a wanton slut on stage.
“Just don’t try and outdo those young bimbos,” he said, “Make it different, play on the fact that you are an older, experienced, professional woman who just happens to be an over the top sexy hotwife.”
When the call with Kendrick ended, Meryl dialled Jerome’s number and gave him the good news. Yes, she would give dancing and stripping a try, but it would be on her terms and done the way she wanted to do it.
The next day Meryl had it worked out with Jerome that she would start work at six o’clock and go until closing time. Her plan was to get there an hour early and have a few drinks to help ease her nerves before starting as a stripper.
Before she left home, she took some time selecting a couple of outfits that she felt would work on stage — a red leather corset, and a black lingerie set with garter belt and black stockings, and her sexiest, very high heeled black Laboutin shoes. As she modelled them in front of the full length mirror in their playroom, she had to admit to herself that she did look very desirable.
When she arrived at the Club, DeVon asked her to start mixing with the early customers. He wanted to ease her into it before sending her up on the stage in front of a full house. He then told her that after her stage show there would be guys lined up to take her into one of the VIP rooms.
He went on to explain that one room was for lap dances and the other was if she wanted to go a little further. It was up to her how far she wanted to go with the customers, he said, and gave her the going rate for a hand job or a blowjob but stressed not to have all out sex with the customers. Meryl mentally doubled the rate he quoted for both. If she was going to sell herself at the Club, it was sure going to be worthwhile.
“And you need a stage name, how about Lysse?”
Meryl thought that did not sound too bad, sort of French, a bit elegant, and not tarty like Kristal or Sugar or Candy.
At about 5:45 PM Meryl went to get changed. Her heart was racing as she changed into the red leather corset that covered her nipples but left a lot of cleavage exposed. The bottoms of her panties were high cut in the back but not quite a thong. She hoped Peter would be there for moral support but he wasn’t at the club yet. She gave herself another look in the mirror. She had done a great job with her makeup and her nails were professionally done. Jerome stopped in to check her out and whistled through his teeth.
“Have a glass of champagne, it’ll calm you down,” he said as he set it down on the table.
Meryl took the glass, and took a long swig. Jerome laughed, gave her a passionate kiss, a smack on her ass, and told her to get out on the floor and make them some money. He told her that her first job was to get the customers to buy more drinks and to make some cash doing lap dances before going up on stage.
Peter was late getting to the club because of his work and the heavy traffic He was actually nervous for Meryl. He scanned the floor for her as soon as he walked in. The dancer on the stage was not his wife. He looked around until he saw her at the end of the bar talking to a middle-aged black guy. He had just bought her a drink and Peter noticed his hand was on her leg just above the knee. Peter took up a spot not far from them at the bar and ordered a drink. The black businessman looked to be in his forties, bald, and a little overweight maybe, but not fat.
She was doing a great job flirting with him, resting her hand on his leg precariously close to the large bulge forming in his slacks. He was just about drooling over Meryl. Then her eyes momentarily met with Peter’s, and a quick, confident welcoming smile let him know that she was enjoying herself.
Peter couldn’t deny his own bulge forming as he thought about what could possibly happen to Meryl that evening. He was lost in thought and didn’t see Jerome come up to him.
“Your wife looks damn good doesn’t she? I think she’s going to make a lot of money for us tonight,” he said with a grin. By the end of the night she’ll be acting like a seasoned pro,” Jerome said as if he had seen it hundreds of times before, and then Peter realized he had. “There she goes.”
Meryl got up from the bar stool taking the man by his hand, she was leading him to a private room for a lap dance. This would be the first of the night. Peter felt a little light headed watching his wife leave with the stranger. He’d seen her walk out of a bar with a client on a lot of occasions, but this was different. She looked every bit the stripper in the corset and those heels, her ass swaying sexily as, holding her hand, the customer followed close behind.
“Do you want to go watch her first lap dance upstairs on the surveillance system?” Jerome asked.
“Yeah,” Peter muttered, unable to say anything else.
The men were quick to grab a couple more drinks and go up to Jerome’s office. They enlarged the screen so they could see what was happening in the private room. Her dance had already started as Jerome zoomed in on Meryl who had already dropped the top of the corset and was letting the businessman fondle her breasts. She smiled at him as she leaned in to him so he could suck on her pierced nipples. She let out a little moan as he moved from one to the other.
“It looks like she’s enjoying herself,” Peter said out loud, to which Jerome agreed.
Meryl turned around and lowered her body down into the man’s lap, she started grinding her ass against his crotch, feeling his hard cock pushing up through his pants. She took his hands and placed them on her hips as she leaned back against him. The man had wandering hands as he moved them from her hips to her ass and grabbed her cheeks. Meryl grinned, feeling so naughty letting this stranger touch her. Somehow it was quite different from prostitution. Knowing that this man was not going to fuck her made the experience quite different.