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A Strange Encounter at a Strip Club 

Lately, I've been finding simple sex with my girlfriend really boring, so after discussing it with her, we decided to try something more exciting.

My girlfriend has taken pole dancing classes, but she often complains that she doesn't have many opportunities to use her skills. One day, while watching porn alone, I suddenly had a brilliant idea: how exciting would it be if my girlfriend actually danced for me at a strip club?

So I suggested we go to a strip club. She could showcase the results of her hard work, we could both enjoy the thrill of sex, and it would also help her stay fit. These three advantages made her agree to my idea without much hesitation.

Since my girlfriend had never been to a strip club before, we went to one in town that night to let her get acquainted with the environment and prepare herself mentally.

Upon entering the brightly lit club, it was immediately apparent that the vast majority of customers were male, with the remaining women mostly dressed in revealing and sexy outfits.

Of course, it was obvious that most of the women there were club employees. However, sometimes there were always some curious women, either accompanied by men or in groups, who came alone to experience the club's atmosphere firsthand.

Every time I noticed women who came to peek, the moment they saw the sexy dancers on stage take off their clothes and start performing provocative dances or poses, all the chatter would instantly disappear. They'd all stare wide-eyed, as if afraid of missing a single moment, even more focused than we men

. My girlfriend has the same thing; she also stares intently, watching the women on stage take off their tops and begin their pole dancing.

Watching my girlfriend so focused on watching the dancers swinging their breasts on the pole, while simultaneously mimicking the dance moves with her hands, I knew she would absolutely not refuse the suggestion of pole dancing at a strip club. In fact, I was looking forward to the day she would perform for me.

As soon as the dance ended, the crowd in front of the main stage thinned out. My girlfriend asked me why, wondering if everyone had gone home after watching.

"Of course not," I said, "Everyone's still burning with desire, they're all going to the private rooms for solo shows." So

I took my girlfriend to find a stripper and we went to a private room for a solo show.

Inside the room, my girlfriend and I watched intently as the stripper moved her body, displaying incredible pole dancing skills using the pole in the center of the room.

I was enjoying it; it wasn't surprising. What man would be distracted by a naked beauty dancing in front of him?

But then I suddenly noticed that my girlfriend was also completely mesmerized, like a fly seeing honey.

It wasn't until the stripper finished packing up and left that my girlfriend came to her senses. Seeing her flushed face and dazed eyes, I knew the lewd atmosphere had aroused her. Without a word, I was ready to strip her naked and have sex with her, but unexpectedly, she said she wanted to try pole dancing.

Although I was currently driven by lust, I figured this might be good for my later plans, so I let her do the pole dancing. The environment was suitable, and it was a legitimate venue, not some fake stage in a motel. It would be a shame to miss such a good opportunity to "train" my girlfriend.

It was a rare opportunity to showcase my talents, and my girlfriend, already aroused, was giving it her all on stage.

Watching her dance, I couldn't help but think about how I'd love to see her dance like that someday, especially on a public stage. Those lewd thoughts made me want to drag her out onto the stage right now and have her dance for everyone.

But while I could think about it, I knew a gradual, subtle approach was the best way. Many people on this forum have transformed their innocent women into more alluring ones through this gradual process.

My girlfriend had only been dancing for a short while when the internal phone rang, informing her that if they didn't find another dancer, she would have to leave the private room. My girlfriend, after hearing my explanation, didn't want the game to end so soon, so she asked me to pick another one to dance with so she could ask about it.

A little while later, a dancer came in, but she was startled because she saw another dancer performing on stage.

I asked the dancer to rest for a bit and told her my girlfriend wanted to try pole dancing, but we needed a dancer to stay in the booth, so I asked her to come. Since she was getting paid and didn't have to dance, she was happy to relax and watched my girlfriend pole dance.

When my girlfriend got tired and rested, she asked the dancer how she did. The dancer had praised my girlfriend's skills, saying she just lacked sex appeal and would improve with more practice.

Anyway, since the event wasn't over yet, my girlfriend took the opportunity to ask the instructors for tips on pole dancing, and the two even went up on stage to practice.

When we got home, she proudly boasted to me, "The professionals all praised me, saying I'm pretty good, good enough to work at a club."

Of course, I had to play along: "You are good, but there are still areas you need to improve. If I were a club owner, I probably wouldn't waste money hiring someone as unprofessional as you."

My girlfriend got angry at this point, saying, "You underestimate me! I'll remember this! Just you wait and see, I guarantee the club owner won't think it's a waste of money!"

My reverse psychology worked; I just don't know how far I'll push her.

Lately, the company has entered its peak season and I've been working overtime until midnight every day, only getting home on weekends when I have more time to spend with my girlfriend.


I casually asked her about it, and she told me she's spending a lot of time practicing pole dancing, and she'll amaze me with her skills. The background noise was loud, but I figured dance studios usually play music, so I didn't think much of it. When I heard someone call her name and say, "It's your turn," she quickly hung up the phone. My

girlfriend hasn't been as clingy lately, which has made things easier for me.

After a month of this, I finally landed a big project, which means I don't have to work overtime anymore. Now that I have some free time, I've started thinking about how my girlfriend is doing. I hadn't told my girlfriend that I didn't have to work overtime anymore, but I wasn't in a hurry. I just wanted to sneak a peek at her, so I ran to the vicinity of her house and secretly followed her when she came out.

I watched as she headed towards the strip club, and I quietly slipped into a corner and sat down to watch. My excitement was building; was she working there? But she just went straight into a private room, and then I saw the same dancer from last time go into one too. Turns out, she was there to learn from someone. My wicked thoughts immediately dwindled, which was a bit of a shame.

I watched as dancers took turns performing on the main stage. Some were naked, others wore only sexy outfits. After all, everyone has different tastes; some like dancers who are completely naked, while others prefer those that are sexy but not overtly revealing.

Suddenly, I saw my girlfriend's teacher hurriedly leading her backstage. I didn't understand what was going on, but I just kept watching.

At that moment, a host came on stage and announced that today's duet performance would begin, but because one of the dancers had been injured in a car accident, a completely new dancer whom everyone had never seen before would be assisting in the performance. The lecherous crowd in the audience immediately cheered. Although the performers on stage were all hot beauties, it was always the same few, and it got boring. Hearing that there would be new faces, of course they were excited.

At this point, you probably all know my girlfriend is about to appear, and I'm really looking forward to it.

Just as the music started, the dancer and my girlfriend appeared, one in black and the other in red, both dressed in sexy leather outfits. My girlfriend wore a leather vest, tight-fitting leather pants, lace gloves, a short skirt, suspender stockings, and super high heels. It was the first time I'd ever seen my girlfriend wear such high heels, and surprisingly, she walked very steadily and swayed to the beat of the music.

The dancer, being a professional performer, was dressed much more provocatively. Her leather vest barely covered her ample breasts, just past her nipples, with a tiny bit of her areola visible.

In contrast, since it was my girlfriend's first time on stage, her breasts weren't exposed at all. Although a deep cleavage was visible, that was all; you couldn't see any more of her breasts.

Otherwise, they were dressed identically, the only difference being the color of their clothing.

Also, my girlfriend was wearing a small mask, like those luxurious masks worn by foreign nobles, covering only her nose and eyes.

The host then mentioned that since it was my girlfriend's first guest performance, she wasn't quite ready yet and had to wear a mask to avoid being too shy and ruining the performance. He asked the audience to give her lots of encouragement and not to scare the young girls. I thought that was fine; my girlfriend was more relaxed that way, and maybe she'd do something amazing later.

Watching my girlfriend and the dancers on stage display their graceful and seductive moves, I really felt a strong urge to grab her and fuck her to my heart's content. But it was just a thought; after all, there were a bunch of perverts in the audience. This was already very close to my fantasy, so I decided that tonight when I got home, I would fuck my girlfriend until her legs were weak.

The two performers on stage were giving it their all, and the audience cheered enthusiastically, with some even throwing tips to get on stage. Suddenly, the music changed, becoming mixed with female moans and gasps—this was the main event. I'd seen this kind of show before; the dancers would strip and expose their breasts, displaying lewd poses.

I wanted to see how my girlfriend would perform this, since she'd never done anything like this before. Today was the first time she'd worn such a sexy outfit in front of an audience, and to perform such a provocative dance.

I watched as the dancer effortlessly removed her corset as usual, revealing her trembling breasts. My girlfriend, though masked, seemed hesitant, unsure whether to expose her breasts. After all, it was her first time on stage, her first time performing a striptease, and there were many lecherous men in the audience eyeing her.

The host noticed this and immediately picked up the microphone again, saying that since it was my girlfriend's first time guest-performing a striptease, everyone should give her lots of applause and encouragement, and not be stingy with tips. Immediately, a wave of applause erupted, and tips rained down on the stage.

The dancer on stage immediately went over and whispered in my girlfriend's ear. I vaguely caught her saying something about how wearing a mask would prevent exposure, and she also seemed to be praising my girlfriend's dancing skills. Basically, she was trying to seduce her.

Humans are strange creatures. When encouraged by many people and showered with praise, they often do unexpectedly bold things.

For example, when I used to go to video chat rooms, around midnight, many lecherous men would encourage the girls to turn on their video chats and expose themselves. I always thought it was impossible for this to work, and no girl would be stupid enough to do that. But surprisingly, some girls actually watched a bunch of people praising and clapping (using onomatopoeia like "clap clap"), and then boldly started showing off. Of course, some people simply bend over and squeeze their breasts to create an incredibly deep cleavage; others appear on camera wearing only underwear, and the most daring are those who expose their breasts and genitals.

Moreover, once a woman starts showing off, it seems like she's determined not to lose, and the other women in the chat room start competing, each trying to outdo the other in terms of boldness. Needless to say, the ones who enjoy it the most are us, the perverted men.

Back on stage, I saw my girlfriend's expression harden into a resolute one, and I knew she, like the girl I just described, had decided to go all out and expose her breasts.

Watching the lecherous men in the audience cheering, my girlfriend swayed to the music and slowly began to unzip the front of her vest, while the dancer caressed her entire body from behind.

Once the zipper was open, the men in the audience shouted "Take it off! Take it off! Take it off!" I got excited and shouted "Take it off!" too. Heh heh, thinking about it, it's really true. My girlfriend was on stage, and I was like those other lecherous men, demanding she take off her clothes and show everyone her round, perky breasts.

Sure enough, my girlfriend slowly began to pull her vest open to the sides. Everyone held their breath, watching her cleavage, then her areolas, then her nipples, and finally, she abruptly pulled the vest off.

Shouts, whistles, and cheers erupted instantly, and I was no exception. But I felt an overwhelming excitement, because my girlfriend was finally naked in front of other men, and she had taken her clothes off herself. Just thinking about it made my penis incredibly hard and engorged; I almost couldn't hold back my ejaculation.

"Everything is difficult at the beginning" means that once you overcome the most difficult first step, the rest won't be as difficult.

My girlfriend is the best example. She exposes her breasts to unrelated men in public, then engages in flirtatious, caressing, kissing, and licking behavior with the dancers. She even dares to stick her tongue out at everyone in the audience, while vigorously kneading and shaping her breasts.

It's obvious that everyone in the audience wants to squeeze their heads into her breasts and experience the pleasure of having their faces washed with large breasts. I've decided to try it out tonight.

The thought of my girlfriend going from being my private possession to suddenly having her beautiful figure admired by everyone, and even her breasts that only I had ever seen, being seen by everyone—this contrast, this feeling of humiliation, is giving me an ecstatic feeling. I can't help but wonder if I have a liking for being humiliated.

Soon, the duet time was over, and the dancer and my girlfriend went backstage. Then I saw people constantly asking the club staff about the masked dancer—my girlfriend—wanting her to come to a small room for a solo performance. But everyone told me she was a guest dancer, didn't offer solo performances, and had already left.

I figured I'd already given my girlfriend a lot of stimulation today, so I didn't linger and went straight to her place.

What happened next at her place, as you all probably know, was sex! I won't go into details.

Lately, simple sex with my girlfriend had become boring, so after discussing it with her, we decided to try something more exciting.

My girlfriend has taken pole dancing classes, but she often complains that she doesn't have many opportunities to practice her skills. One day, while watching porn alone, I suddenly had a brilliant idea: how exciting would it be if my girlfriend actually danced for me at a strip club?

So I suggested we go to a strip club. She could show off the results of her hard work, it would stimulate our sexual desire, and it would also help her get in shape. These three advantages made her agree to my idea without much hesitation.

Since my girlfriend had never been to a strip club before, we went to a club in the city that night so she could familiarize herself with the environment and prepare herself mentally.

Stepping into the brightly lit club, it's quite obvious that the vast majority of customers are male, while the remaining women are mostly dressed in revealing and sexy outfits.

Of course, it's easy to guess that most of the women in this kind of place are club employees. However, sometimes there are always some curious women, either accompanied by men or in groups, who come alone to experience the club's interior firsthand.

Every time I noticed women who came to peek, the moment they saw the sexy dancers on stage take off their clothes and start performing provocative dances or poses, all the chatter would instantly disappear. They would all stare wide-eyed, as if afraid of missing a single moment, even more intently than we men.

My girlfriend, who was just described, also had the same problem. She would stare very carefully at the women on stage after they took off their tops and started performing pole dancing.

Watching my girlfriend intently observe the stripper swinging her breasts on the pole, mimicking the moves with her hands, I knew she wouldn't refuse the suggestion to pole dance at a strip club; in fact, I was looking forward to the day she would perform for me.

After the dance ended, the crowd in front of the main stage dwindled. My girlfriend asked me why, wondering if everyone had gone home.

"Of course not," I said, "Everyone's still burning with desire, they're all going to the private rooms for solo shows." So

I took my girlfriend to find a stripper, and we went to a private room for a solo performance.

Inside the room, my girlfriend and I watched intently as the stripper moved her body, displaying incredible pole dancing skills using the pole in the center of the room.

I was enjoying it, which wasn't surprising; what man would be distracted by a naked stunner dancing in front of him?

But I suddenly noticed my girlfriend was also staring intently, like a fly drawn to honey. It wasn't

until the show ended and the strippers packed up and left that my girlfriend snapped out of it. Seeing her flushed face and dazed eyes, I knew the lewd atmosphere had aroused her. Without a word, I was ready to strip her naked and have some fun, but unexpectedly, she told me she wanted to try pole dancing right now.

Although I was currently driven by lust, I figured this might be beneficial for my later plans, so I let my girlfriend start pole dancing. The environment was suitable, and it was a legitimate venue, not some fake stage in a movie theater. It would be a shame to miss such a good opportunity to "train" my girlfriend. Given

the rare chance to showcase her talents, and having just been aroused, my girlfriend was giving it her all, dancing energetically for me on stage.

Watching her dance, I couldn't help but think about what it would be like if she could dance like that for others someday, especially on a public stage. Those lewd thoughts made me want to drag her onto a stage right now and dance for everyone.

But while I could think about it, I knew that a slow, subtle approach was the best way! Many enthusiasts on this forum have subtly transformed themselves from innocent women into sexually active ones.

My girlfriend had only been dancing on stage for a short while when the internal phone rang, informing her that if she didn't want to find another dancer, she would have to leave the private room. Hearing my explanation, my girlfriend, who had just started enjoying herself, didn't want it to end so soon, so she asked me to randomly pick another dancer so she could ask them about dancing.

A dancer came in shortly after, but she was immediately startled because she saw another dancer performing on stage.

I asked the dancer to rest for a bit, explaining that my girlfriend wanted to try pole dancing, but we needed a dancer's service to stay in the room, so I had to ask her to come. Since she was getting paid and didn't have to dance, she was happy to relax and watched my girlfriend pole dancing.

When my girlfriend got tired and rested, she asked the dancer how she was doing. She remembered that the dancer had praised my girlfriend's skills, saying she just lacked sex appeal and that with more practice she would improve.

Since the session wasn't over yet, my girlfriend took the opportunity to ask the dancer for some pole dancing tips, and the two of them even went up on stage to practice.

When we got home, my girlfriend proudly boasted to me, "Even the professionals praised me, saying I'm pretty good, good enough to work at a club."

Of course, I had to play along: "You are good, but there are still areas to improve. If I were a club owner, I probably wouldn't waste money hiring someone as unprofessional as you."

My girlfriend got angry at this point, retorting, "You underestimate me! I'll remember this! Just you wait and see, I guarantee the club owner won't think it's a waste of money!"

My reverse psychology worked, but I don't know how far I'll push her.

Lately, the company has entered its peak season, and I have to work overtime until midnight every day, only having time to spend with my girlfriend on weekends.

I casually asked my girlfriend about it, and she said she's been spending a lot of time practicing pole dancing, and she'll amaze me with her skills sometime. The background noise was loud, but I figured dance studios usually play music, so I didn't think much of it. When I heard someone call her name and say, "It's your turn," she quickly hung up.

My girlfriend hasn't been very clingy lately, which is great for me.

After a busy month, I finally landed a big case, meaning I don't have to work overtime anymore. With some free time, I started thinking about how my girlfriend was doing. I haven't told her that I don't have to work overtime anymore, but I'm not in a hurry. I just wanted to sneak a peek at her, so I went to her neighborhood and secretly followed her when she left.

Watching my girlfriend head towards the strip club, I quietly slipped into a corner and sat down to watch. My excitement was building; was she working there? But she just ran straight into a small private room, and then I saw the same dancer from before go in too. Turns out she was there to learn. My wicked thoughts immediately vanished, which was a bit of a shame.

I watched as dancers took turns performing on the main stage—some naked, some in revealing outfits. Everyone has different tastes; some like completely naked dancers, while others prefer the more revealing kind.

Suddenly, I saw my girlfriend's instructor hurriedly leading her backstage. I didn't understand what was going on, but I kept watching.

Then, the host came on stage and announced that today's duet performance would begin, but because one of the dancers had been injured in a car accident, a brand new dancer whom none of you had ever seen before would be joining the performance. The lecherous crowd in the audience immediately cheered. Although the performers on stage were all hot beauties, it was always the same few, and it got boring. Hearing that there were new faces, of course they were excited.

Speaking of which, you probably all know that my girlfriend was about to appear, and I was looking forward to it too.

Just as the music stopped, the dancer and my girlfriend appeared, dressed in sexy leather outfits, one black and one red. My girlfriend wore a leather vest, tight leather pants, lace gloves, a short skirt, stockings, and super high heels. It was the first time I'd ever seen her wear such high heels, and surprisingly, she walked very steadily and swayed to the beat of the music.

The dancer, being a professional performer, was dressed much more provocatively. Her leather vest barely covered her breasts, just past her nipples, and you could even see a tiny bit of her areola.

In contrast, since it was my girlfriend's first time on stage, her breasts weren't exposed at all. Although you could see a deep cleavage, that was all you could see; you couldn't see any more of her breasts.

Otherwise, they were dressed identically, the only difference being the color of their clothes.

Another thing is, my girlfriend is wearing a small mask on her face, like those luxurious masks worn by foreign nobles, covering only her nose and eyes.

The host then said that since it was my girlfriend's first guest performance, she wasn't quite ready yet, so she had to wear a mask to avoid being too shy and ruining the performance. He also asked the audience to give her plenty of encouragement and not to scare the young girls. I thought that was good; it would make my girlfriend more relaxed, and maybe she'd do something amazing later.

Watching my girlfriend and the dancers on stage display their graceful and seductive dance moves, I really felt a strong urge to grab her and have my way with her. But it was just wishful thinking. After all, there were a bunch of perverts around, and this was already very close to my fantasy. So I decided that I would definitely fuck my girlfriend until her legs went weak when I got home tonight.

The two on stage were performing energetically, and the audience cheered. Some people even started throwing tips to get on stage. Suddenly, the music changed, becoming mixed with those kinds of female moans and gasps. This was the main event. I had seen this show before; the dancers on stage would take off their clothes and expose their breasts, displaying lewd postures.

I wanted to see how my girlfriend would perform this part, since she had never done anything like this before. Today was her first time wearing such a sexy outfit in front of an audience, and performing a sexy dance at that.

I watched as the dancer easily took off her corset as usual, revealing her trembling breasts. My girlfriend, though wearing a mask, seemed a little hesitant, unsure whether she should take off her clothes and expose her breasts. After all, it was her first time on stage, her first time dancing a striptease, and there were many lecherous men in the audience eyeing her.

At this moment, the host noticed the situation and immediately picked up the microphone again, saying that since it was my girlfriend's first time guest-performing a striptease, everyone should give her lots of applause and encouragement, and not be stingy with tips. Immediately, a wave of applause erupted from the audience, and tips rained down on the stage.

The dancer on stage immediately went over and whispered in my girlfriend's ear. I vaguely caught her saying something about how wearing a mask would prevent exposure, and she also seemed to be praising my girlfriend's dancing skills. Basically, she was trying to seduce her.

Humans are strange creatures. When encouraged by many people and showered with praise, they often do unexpectedly bold things.

For example, when I used to go to video chat rooms, around midnight, many lecherous men would encourage the girls to turn on their video chats and expose themselves. I always thought it was impossible for this to work, and no girl would be stupid enough to do that. But surprisingly, some girls actually watched a bunch of people praising and clapping (using onomatopoeia like "clap clap"), and then boldly started showing off. Of course, some people simply bend over and squeeze their breasts to create an incredibly deep cleavage; others appear on camera wearing only underwear, and the most daring are those who expose their breasts and genitals.

Moreover, once a woman starts showing off, it seems like she's determined not to lose, and the other women in the chat room start competing, each trying to outdo the other in terms of boldness. Needless to say, the ones who enjoy it the most are us, the perverted men.

Back on stage, I saw my girlfriend's expression harden into a resolute one, and I knew she, like the girl I just described, had decided to go all out and expose her breasts.

Watching the lecherous men in the audience cheering, my girlfriend swayed to the music and slowly began to unzip the front of her vest, while the dancer caressed her entire body from behind.

Once the zipper was open, the men in the audience shouted "Take it off! Take it off! Take it off!" I got excited and shouted "Take it off!" too. Heh heh, thinking about it, it's really true. My girlfriend was on stage, and I was like those other lecherous men, demanding she take off her clothes and show everyone her round, perky breasts.

Sure enough, my girlfriend slowly began to pull her vest open to the sides. Everyone held their breath, watching her cleavage, then her areolas, then her nipples, and finally, she abruptly pulled the vest off.

Shouts, whistles, and cheers erupted instantly, and I was no exception. But I felt an overwhelming excitement, because my girlfriend was finally naked in front of other men, and she had taken her clothes off herself. Just thinking about it made my penis incredibly hard and engorged; I almost couldn't hold back my ejaculation.

"Everything is difficult at the beginning" means that once you overcome the most difficult first step, the rest won't be as difficult.

My girlfriend is the best example. She exposes her breasts to unrelated men in public, then engages in flirtatious, caressing, kissing, and licking behavior with the dancers. She even dares to stick her tongue out at everyone in the audience, while vigorously kneading and shaping her breasts.

It's obvious that everyone in the audience wants to squeeze their heads into her breasts and experience the pleasure of having their faces washed with large breasts. I've decided to try it out tonight.

The thought of my girlfriend going from being my private possession to suddenly having her beautiful figure admired by everyone, and even her breasts that only I had ever seen, being seen by everyone—this contrast, this feeling of humiliation, is giving me an ecstatic feeling. I can't help but wonder if I have a liking for being humiliated.

Soon, the duet time was over, and the dancer and my girlfriend went backstage. Then I saw people constantly asking the club staff about the masked dancer—my girlfriend—wanting her to come to a small room for a solo performance. But everyone told me she was a guest dancer, didn't offer solo performances, and had already left.

I figured that was already a huge shock for my girlfriend, so I didn't linger and went straight to her place.

What happened next at her place, as you all probably know, was sex! I won't go into details.

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