Strip
Club Fear Factor Valjean 12/02/01 (Posted
by request of JonFrum aka McGuffin) I get
buzzed in through the street door of my favorite underground club and make my way up the
stairs of what can only be called a lower east side tenement building, carrying my usual
six-pack of Corona. I hear a rustling behind the steel door, and when they see it's me,
the door opens. A middle-aged guy, B, who tells me that I probably won't be disappointed
today, greets me. The owner of the club, T, an ex-stripper who has to be pushing 50 and
who's probably been in the business for over 30 years, is sitting behind a small desk
watching TV. I listen to her usual complaints of how business is slow especially since the
World Trade Center attack. After a few minutes, she takes my door fee and I enter lap
dance heaven. For
those of you outside the city and who've watch NYPD Blue, you've seen this apartment. If
I'm not mistaken, the club is in the 15th precinct where it all takes place. I make my way
through the curtain, past the bathroom and into the kitchen of the apartment. I hand my
six-pack to F and he into the fridge and, he opens one of my beers and hands it to me. I
tell him to take one for himself. F while not an owner, is manager and gopher, who does
every support task in this club. He's a great host and who puts people at ease and keeps
the conversation going between laps. I do my
usual tour of the club (apartment) to see who's in the house first I peek into the back
room to see who's there. The back room has three couches a bunch of chairs and a 5' in
diameter stage, which is very occasionally used for dancing, but usually used by dancers
to sleep or change their clothes. There is only one customer and a couple of dancers
hanging out not doing much at the time. I then make my way back through the kitchen past
the front door to the front room where there are a couple Latinas and one Asian dancer
hanging out. This room is supposed to be for lap dancing only, but very few rules are
enforced in this club. It has a broken down futon couch, a bunch of chairs and another
identical stage. Having taken inventory of the club, I head back to the kitchen. Where F
and one or two dancers are watching Spanish language TV with the sound off, drinking and
just bullshitting. The selection that afternoon wasn't bad, approximately 8 or 9 dancers
ranging from a 4 to an 8 caliber. All different races, shapes and sizes there's something
for everybody. There's a total of 3 customers in the club at that time. I sit on a bench
in the kitchen to drink my beer and join in on the conversation about what we should be
doing to the terrorists and how bad business has gotten since the WTC attack. I finish
my first beer and F hands me another. I offer a beer to who's ever in the room and one of
the dancers D accepts one. She' hanging out with T her current lesbian squeeze. A wild
pair who have been known to provide a very interesting 2 girl show for those so inclined,
the benefit of this club is that you can join in the fun. When I'm most of the way through
my second beer, I get up and go into the back room and plop myself on the largest couch
and watch L the Asian dancer giving a lap dance to an old customer on one of the other
couches. L gives very long and sensual lap dances. After a little while of watching this
show, R a very pretty and sexy Dominican dancer sits down next to me. R and I have very
limited communication because she speaks very little English and I speak no Spanish at
all. She does manage to ask if I want her to join me and of course I accept, since she's
one of the more attractive dancers in the club that day. One good thing being a regular in
this club is that, for me at least, there's very little discussion of money. After a while
the dancers ALL know what you want and how much you're likely to pay for it. So since
we can't really chat, R does what she does best and starts giving me a very slow sensual
lap dance, which includes some very good massage, sensual kissing and lots of stick
shifting, at this point through my pants. After a while she's down to a g-string and my
shirt is open she's licking and sucking my nipples. I'm doing the same her real, very firm
c-cups while petting her increasingly wet kitty. After about ¾ of an hour of this I am ,
oblivious to everything around me, in my own little world, very mellow and relaxed except
for one part of my body, which is at constant attention. She takes note of this and starts
unbuckling my belt and unzipping my pants. She reaches into my underwear and starts stick
shifting me for real. After a few minutes, she reaches into her purse, grabs a condom,
unleashes willy and puts the condom on him. R then proceeds to lick and kiss her way
southwards from my neck till she finally takes me into her mouth for a very slow deep BJ. I'm
watching her pretty face go up and down on my cock for around 10 minutes. When I'm just
about to cum, I look up and see someone standing cross-armed in the doorway of the back
room. On his belt I see what looks like a BADGE and my heart literally stops and then
almost explodes while I shoot my load into R. JUST WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE! Why
hasn't someone warned me that the cops were in the place? I freak with thoughts of me in
cuffs being brought down to central booking and having to call my wife to have her post
bail. I yank R off me even though she wasn't done yet. She asks me what the problem was
because she could see that I was in some distress. I tell her to look at the guy in the
door and see if it's not fucking Sipowicz standing there. She definitely understands that,
looks and starts laughing at me. The guy had one of those pocket watches that hang form
his belt. Because of the lighting it did look like a badge. For those few seconds that I
thought I was busted I experienced an amazing rush. A shot of adrenaline into the blood
stream at the same time as you orgasm is an eye opener to say the least. I wonder if they
could use this as an event for Fear Factor. Peace, Valjean http://clubs.yahoo.com/clubs/nycstripclubs |