As they watched, Jerome told Peter that it was easier to start newbie strippers by having them do lap dances because they could get naked in a semi-private place before being in the spotlight. It made sense to him. Of course, Jerome still had no clue about their bar games, and that being alone and naked with a good looking black guy was nothing new for Meryl.
The customer asked her to stand up and let him drop her panties, exposing her pussy to him. Meryl saw the hunger in his eyes and believed he would eat her out right there if she let him. She put a leg up onto the seat, giving him a good look of her pussy lips. She even teased the man by using her fingers to spread her lips.
“That’s a sweet pussy,” the customer said as she straddled him.
She went back to grinding down on top of him as his hands moved back and forth from her tits to her ass. The only area Meryl wouldn’t let him touch was her pussy.
“Damn, she looks like a pro already. Are you sure she hasn’t done this before?” Jerome asked.
“Meryl never does anything by halves,” Peter replied, avoiding the question.
The customer paid for a few dances. He wanted his time with her and both Jerome and Peter were happy being voyeurs as she continued to dance and grind for him. Finally, as the third song was winding down, Meryl bent over in front of him, holding onto her ankles while giving him a long look at her ass. This was something Peter had never seen her do before, and he had to admit, it was a real turn on.
Peter could only stare as her client ran his hands up her long legs to the top where she spread her cheeks. After the music ended, Meryl turned to him and kissed him softly on the cheek and thanked him for choosing her.
He was impressed and gave her a very generous tip on top of the fee for the dances.
Even Jerome looked surprised when, before they left the room, Meryl asked the client for a business card. Peter realized that she was clearly thinking about future opportunities. The client, clearly total turned on by her, told her to call him any time.
Meryl escorted him back to the main floor of the club and left him to order a new drink. She was slowly making her way around the floor when she saw her husband and Jerome come down from the office. She knew they had been watching her, which made the experience so much more exciting.
Peter’s eyes followed her as she moved between the tables. All the guys seemed to turn their heads to check her out which made him think it was going to be an incredible night. How many men would she take to the VIP room?
It was not long before she was invited to sit down for a drink with a group of guys.
Of course she joined them and sat in the lap of the one who stopped her. His hands ran over her legs feeling her soft skin while they all talked and drank. Meryl had quickly become good at flirting and had them all eating out of the palm of her hand. She moved from one guy to the next, making sure each of them had a turn with her in their lap. She knew to only stay for a little while and move on if nobody was going to ask for a lap dance. That was how the dancers made money.
After thanking the group for the drink and conversation she got up again. Within a minute, another man came up to her asking to take her into the VIP room. Peter saw her shake her head at him, so he knew the customer wasn’t looking for a simple lap dance. But that was what all he was going to get.
Back from the VIP Room, Meryl came over and sat at the bar with Peter for a while.
“Enjoying yourself?” he asked.
“Surprisingly, yes,” came the reply. “If you’d told me even a week ago that I could enjoy an experience like this, even after all our wild adventures, I’d have questioned your sanity. But, you know, maybe there is a bit of an exhibitionistic streak in me after all. You know what a private person I am normally, but this is a real turn on. Of course, Jerome and DeVon are a big part of it. It’s kind of fun having them think that I am one of their girls now.”
“Aren’t you?”
“Only on my terms, and only for as long as it’s fun.”
Then their attention swung back to the stage. “Let’s give a big round of applause for Holly. Lysse you’re up next,” the DJ announced, making Peter’s heart skip a beat.
Holly’s set of three songs seemed to take forever, she was a decent dancer but nothing special in Peter’s opinion. He could not wait to see his wife perform. This once very conservative woman, who never ceased to amaze him, what moves did she have planned, he wondered?
Peter knew how Meryl was feeling as she drained her glass, before taking a deep breath. She surveyed the crowd and there must have been at least seventy five horny guys in the club there to see naked women. Peter wondered if just by being up on stage among all those guys, mostly black, Meryl would be able to make herself cum.
Holly’s third song came to an end and the DJ called Lysse to report to the stage.
“Let’s hear it for Holly. Up now is Lysse. This is Lysse’s first time dancing with us so give her a nice warm welcome. Here she is, the beautiful Lysse.”
Meryl gave Peter a quick look as she left the bar. He was all smiles, the filthy minded beast, while she was a teensy bit nervous, she admitted to herself.
As she walked up to the stage there were loud cheers and catcalls from the guys. The lights were a little bit blinding as she paraded around the stage giving everyone a look at her Remembering Jerome’s advice, she tried to focus on one guy or group at a time and play up to them. She wrapped her hands around the pole in the center of the stage and swung around it. “Pole dancing” she thought. “Me, pole dancing. The things I let Peter get me into.”
She spotted a table in the front with four young black guys at it, and shook her ass for them. They reacted by tossing bills onto the stage.
She repeated the display for some others sitting around the stage. It prompted a couple of guys to come up to the stage to stuff dollar bills in the top of her corset or into her thong. She heard the men cheering and complimenting her nice ass or how gorgeous she was. Any nerves were gone now, and she was actually enjoying doing what she thought most women her age could only fantasize about; taking off her clothes for an audience of appreciative, horny men, mostly big and black.
As the first song came to an end Meryl unzipped her corset giving everyone in the club an unobstructed view of her 34C breasts and her piercings.
As her second song started, she thought about what Jerome had said about smiling to make the customers know she was enjoying herself.
As she danced, Meryl had a big smile on her face. It took no effort, because it was fun and it was real, she was loving what she was doing. Her dancing became more fluid, more fluent as she became used to the experience. She stopped only to take tips either between her breasts or in her bottoms.
Near the end of the second song, Peter watched as Lysse sank down on her knees, flipped on to her ass, kicked her legs in the air, and slid her panties down her legs and off, fully exposing her body to the whole crowd. This drew even louder approval from her supplicants.