I’m a good looking single man in my mid-40’s, well traveled, in good physical shape and when I am not working I spend my time, surfing, playing golf, or scuba diving, and tropical islands around the Pacific allow me the opportunity to enjoy all of those hobbies. My other hobby is strip clubs, I love to visit different clubs around the US and the world. I have money so I can always pay for the VIP service, and my experience is that despite advertising themselves as no touching, or fantasy only, I have found that most strippers are actually down to fuck, certainly for the right price.
While I was in Guam I had an open Saturday night where I didn’t have any meetings and was scheduled for an afternoon flight the following day. Business meetings went well, I met with some of the local guys that controlled the shipping business, and earlier in the week we hit several of the restaurants, some of the ‘buy me drink bars’, and a couple of the strip clubs including The Viking, Club USA, and my new favorite Club Foxy. We were in Club Foxy briefly one of the week nights and I was impressed with the talent in the club. The club had a fantastic diversity of women working there, they had super cute local girls, the head stripper and manager was a local hottie named Alicia.
They also had a variety of Asian ladies mostly Japanese and Korean who were for the most part bi-lingual, and entertained the many Japanese and Korean business men who visited the club. There were several cute Philippians, a couple African American ladies, and a really nice group of hot white women from the US. There was the occasional European, Russian or Ukrainian, but they weren’t all that common. Most of the US dancers came to Guam originally for a three month stint that the club would pay for. The deal was they would dance 5 nights per week and that came with lodging and a ticket back to the mainland US if they wanted it.
Saturday was my last night in town and I was solo so I decided to give Club Foxy a visit after dinner. It was a casual night, I was wearing shorts, a tee shirt, and flip-flops. I ate dinner at a nice burger joint, had a couple beers and I walked into the club solo around 10 PM… the night was in full swing. When I entered the club there is a long bar to the right that has about 10 high top stools. There were a couple patrons at the bar and a few of the strippers. To the left is the main room, the main stage is on a sunken floor, probably one step lower than the rest of the club. That stage is horseshoe shaped with a stripper pole in the front middle up to a fairly high, maybe 12 ft ceiling. Around the stage are chairs that come right up to the stage, about 20 total. The stage was slightly sunken so it had a raised narrow flat area that ran all the way around it, and that allowed you to set your drink down off the stage and stack you dollar bill up around the bar. Money that went from the raised area, weather it was thrown, dropped, or stuffed in a g-string, to the stage was a tip for the dancer on stage.
I looked around the club, and a good looking, perhaps a little thick, white brunette was on the stage working the crowd, she was cute, had big tits and a big ass, and a lot of not fantastic tattoos. She was down to just her panties, garter, and high heels and was spinning on the pole, getting tips from the men around the stage. Almost all of the seats around the stage were full and several gentlemen and a couple ladies were having a great time. As my gaze moved back from the main stage there were a couple smaller tables around the room in the low area where you could step back, or on the really busy nights, sometimes action at the bar was several patrons deep. In a half ring around that area the club had booths that could seat anywhere from 4-8 people. The best seat in the house was in the booths. They were back up a couple steps so that you could see the stage well, and they were the areas were you could sit down with a stripper and buy her a couple drinks and have a more private conversation.
From that main room, there was a hallway with a half wall along the back, behind the booths. To the left that hallway took you back to the stripper locker room. And another left let the strippers walk straight from that hallway or the locker room onto the back of the stage. That was where the ladies would come out, and where the bouncers would sweep and then help collect all of the tips at the end of each performance.
Also along that back wall there were three VIP rooms, two of them you could see the door from the main part of the room. They were nice rooms, with a couch along the left wall when you walked in, a small table in the corner, a chair against the back wall, and mirrors all around the room. From the main area if you turned to the right was the third VIP room which was bigger, wider with two couches facing each other with space between them for more of a show, a small table at the end of each couch, and just for fun, another stripper pole near the back of the room. That VIP room could easily hold a party of 4-5 with strippers to match the clients.
Back on stage the thick, cute white chick with the tattoos was down to her last song and was completely naked. She was on all fours with her ass in the face of a Japanese businessman and he was stuffing money into her garter belt. She rolled to her side, and with one leg down on the stage she lifted the other leg straight and high, giving him a good look right at her shaved pussy. She blew him a kiss and moved to the next patron. I went to the bar and ordered a $7 Heineken, I got my change in singles, and left a tip. I turned around to survey the scene and find a good place to sit and enjoy the entertainment. There was an open chair on the left end of the horseshoe right at the main stage, so I went over and put my stack of ones and my bottle of beer on the bar.
The next dancer on stage was a cute little white girl with light brown hair and small tits. She was maybe 5’3″ and could not have been more than 100lbs. The DJ said, “Katie, Katie to the main stage.” Katie wore a wry smile, a tiny baby blue bikini tip, and tight yoga pants bell bottom that were almost a blue and yellow tie-dye pattern. She had good music and worked the stage. After taking a couple laps around the stage she stripped down her yoga pants to reveal a sexy little yellow scrunch bottom thong. She danced her first song doing pole tricks and working the stage. The second song her top came off to reveal tiny A cup tits with quite possibly the firmest pokiest pink eraser nipples I have ever seen. She worked her way around the stage and when she came to me I stuffed a couple singles into her garter belt.
On her third and last song she stood straight legged at the top of the stage and peeled down her bikini bottoms to reveal a sexy and smooth shaved snatch. It looked delicious. She spent most of her time on the other side of the horseshoe working a group of military guys were making it rain with probably $40 in singles and the rest of the group sticking multiple bills in her garter and throwing money on the stage. At the end of her song one of the bouncers came on stage with a broom and helped sweep the money into a pile at the back of the stage. Since I was close to the stage door, I had a good view of Katie bending over in front of me her pink pussy lips sticking out between her thighs as she collected her money. It was a great view, I was mesmerized and she glanced over her shoulder, caught me staring at her pussy lips, and gave me a wink.
“Storm, Storm to the stage!” the DJ’s booming voice broke my concentration. I had no singles left and my beer was empty, and as I glanced around one of the mama-sans saw me and came over. I gave her my credit card, told her to open a tab and get me another Heineken and I gave her a $20 bill to get me singles. She was prepared and had a pre-counted stack of 20 singles in her apron pocket, which she handed to me, and headed off to the bar to get my beer.
Storm was a smoking hot black woman. She is about 5’4″ with and athletic build, maybe 120 pounds. She looked like a track athlete, maybe a hurdler with strong legs and ass cheeks that looked like they could break a beer bottle, she had abs, and pretty big tits, maybe D cups that may or may not have been enhanced. Her skin was smooth dark and looked sexy and sparkling with some sort of lotion that gave the appearance that her entire body was slightly wet. She had her hair pulled back on the top of her head and straightened down over her shoulders to her upper back. With a beautiful face and pouty full lips she looked radiant. She wore all black, a black push up bra top that created all kinds of cleavage, a black garter, and tiny little black lace panties. Over that she wore a short black dress, with a scoop front showing off her cleavage, and the dress was tight and form fitting, but was actually long enough to come down to mid thigh, if she were so inclined to pull it down that far.
She did most of her first song with the dress still on, working the pole hard. Climbing all the way to the top of the pole and dropping inverted until she stopped with her head just inches from the ground. Here strength was amazing, at one point she held her upper body against the pole and put both her feet out spreading her legs and swinging around using her amazing core strength. The dress was no match for her dancing and was bunched up around her waist by the middle of song one. As that song ended she stripped off the dress and her black bra and put her beautiful tits on display to the cheers of the crowd. The Asian businessmen in the middle were throwing fists of money on the stage, the military guys across from me were likewise making it rain, and I took all 20 of my singles and threw them up and over her when she walked to my side of the stage. I turned to mama and handed her another $20.