I went to a strip club this afternoon.

I got off work early this afternoon and stopped by a strip club on my way. When I went in, a voluptuous white woman was performing on stage.

This bar was a "topples" bar, where the dancers only took their clothes off up to their bras. At that point, she was only wearing a thong tightly holding her lower body, and her large breasts and almost completely exposed buttocks jiggled with her movements. "Boobs and buttocks" was the perfect description for her.

While she was voluptuous, she wasn't actually fat; apart from a slightly protruding lower abdomen, her figure was incredibly alluring. In my eyes, she'd get an 80 out of 100. However, her thong was too tight; if she had worn a slightly looser lace panty that covered half of her buttocks, it would have been even more seductive. After her

dance, other dancers took the stage, and this young woman walked around collecting tips. Usually, people gave one or two dollars. The bar was arranged with the counter surrounding the stage. There was an aisle between the counter and the stage for the bar girls and dancers to pass through.

When the girl came up to me, she grabbed my tip with both hands, her large breasts in hand, and then, incredibly, plopped down on the bar counter (I guess she had something underneath to stand on, otherwise she wouldn't have been able to jump up), presenting her plump, white buttocks to me. I was startled; I hadn't expected her to do that. I hadn't seen her do that to any other customer. It took me a while to remember to slip the tip into her thong.

Thinking back on it after she left, that buttocks were absolutely gorgeous!

After collecting the tip, the girl put on her clothes by the counter and went to the back lounge area. A few minutes later, she reappeared silently behind me.

I asked her to sit on the stool next to me and asked her name. She said it was "x2z". I was momentarily confused, thinking I hadn't heard her clearly, so I asked again, and she still said "x2z". "x2z" it is, what a weird name, whatever! Then she asked my name and exchanged a few pleasantries.

Only then did I get a good look at her face in the dim light. A beautiful oval face with a few freckles. Her nose and chin were pierced, shimmering in the light.

She gestured for me to spread my legs, leaned against me with her back to me, one hand around my head, the other gently stroking my thigh.

My desire had been ignited the moment she placed her large, plump buttocks on the bar, and her continued teasing made my heart race. My hands couldn't help but knead her buttocks.

She moved behind me, wrapped her arms around me, pressed her large breasts against my back, and whispered in my ear,

"Do you want to have affection with me?" Such temptation was irresistible, and I immediately agreed.

Some people might not be familiar with strip clubs, so let me explain the rules. The "dance" she referred to was "lap dance," also called "couch dance" or "private dance." You've probably seen it in movies—it's a dancer sitting on a customer's lap doing various highly seductive moves. The price is generally between $20 and $25 for 3 minutes. After 3 minutes, the dancer will ask if you want more time. It

varies from bar to bar; some places don't allow customers to touch the dancer's breasts, and some don't even allow her legs or buttocks. Or it varies from dancer to dancer; in the same bar, some dancers won't let you touch their breasts, while others will let you touch their breasts and buttocks, even bite their nipples.

However, almost no dancer will let customers touch their genitals. I once went to a nude club. During the coch dance, the dancer was completely naked, and the customer had to put their hands under their buttocks. The dancer waved her genitals an inch or two in front of your eyes, you could feel the wetness and warmth, but you couldn't touch them.

Anyway, I followed her to the entrance of the lounge dance room and gave the waiter $20. She pulled me into the room and found a corner sofa for me to sit on.

She removed her clothes, leaving only her thong, then spread my legs, knelt in front of me, and rubbed my already erect penis through my thong, moaning.

After a while, she stood up, and I noticed her nipples were pierced; I could vaguely see they were small and not very dark, probably pink.

She turned around and once again presented her buttocks to my face. At that moment, I grabbed those big buttocks, feeling a sense of accomplishment. She said I could touch her whole body except her nipples and genitals, and that she wouldn't let me touch her nipples because she was afraid of hurting her by touching the piercings.

She placed her hands on my knees, and her hips began to sway up and down, bumping against my groin, while my hands gripped her buttocks tightly.

Her skin was smooth, soft, and felt wonderful; it seemed like you could squeeze water out of it. Suddenly, I had a feeling, like I was holding a water-filled balloon. When I squeezed, the water swayed inside, and the balloon's outer skin rippled with the movement of the water.

Her buttocks were like that; each time they bumped against my groin, they created a sway, and before the first sway ended, the second sway began with another impact between her hips and my groin. In short, her buttocks were the most comfortable I had ever touched. My hands

began to move upwards, resting on her large breasts. I had no concept of breast size, so I couldn't say what bra size or cup size was. But I could tell by touch that there were no fillers; they were definitely natural, large breasts.

At this moment, she stopped her hip movements, stood up again, and turned her buttocks towards my face, starting to pull on the drawstring of her thong, exposing her anus and vulva.

The room was too dark for me to see anything clearly. I could only imagine her pink anus and wet labia just inches from my nose… I was about to lean closer when she saw my intention and immediately pulled away, letting out a teasing, lewd laugh—clearly seducing me.

Then she sat on my lap, whispering in my ear that I could spend $200 with her in the "champagne room" for half an hour.

I really wanted to, but my wallet wouldn't allow it, so I apologized to the beautiful woman in my arms. Three minutes passed, and she asked if I wanted to extend the time. I said we'd save it for next time. We got up, straightened our clothes, and left the room.

I returned to my seat, and she went to the lounge. A few minutes later, she came out again, and we hugged and touched each other—we were practically acquaintances now. I slipped a few tips into her blouse and shorts, then said goodbye and left the bar.

This girl was one of the best strippers I'd ever "encountered," but it was a real shame I couldn't touch or lick her pink nipples with their pierced nipples.

Only after leaving did I realize I hadn't asked about her work schedule; next time I see this "x2z," I'll definitely have to enjoy it again.

Let me tell you about those beautiful and lovely strippers—Chapter 1: My Earliest Experience. Arriving in America, I said goodbye to the girls back home and gradually lost my fanbase. Fortunately, America is full of entertainment venues, so I had to buy pleasure with money…

Now, let me start from the beginning.

When I was a naive young man, I often saw scenes of strip clubs in porn (referring to American porn): voluptuous, curvaceous dancers, almost completely naked, sitting on customers' laps, performing all sorts of lewd acts. It ignited my lust, and I always thought that one day I too would be immersed in this environment that best represented the decadent culture of capitalism.

My bachelor party—my earliest opportunity to experience this finally arrived. The night before my wedding, some friends arranged my bachelor party. We went to a strip club not far from my house, and they even helped me choose a dancer. When that tall, voluptuous white woman roughly pushed me down onto the sofa that was practically falling apart from being sat on so many times, my teenage dream finally came true. I still remember her name was "Linda," though of course, people in the club don't use real names.

Years later, my memory of Linda has faded, but she was pretty, with short blonde hair. During the "Lap Dance" dance, she stripped down to only a black lace panty. She had her back to me, and she slammed her buttocks against my crotch, while my hands were busy grabbing her large buttocks to give her a boost. "Large" should be more accurate than "voluptuous." In terms of overall proportions, she had a great figure, just a bit "robust" compared to me, an Asian man who is 1.72 meters tall and weighs 65 kilograms.

Of course, my earlier comment about her being "rough" was an act; she was very friendly while dancing. She even said that she usually doesn't let anyone touch her breasts, but today, because I was her "groom-to-be," she gave me special permission to lick them. Who knows if it was true, but why not take advantage? So I had her sit facing me on my lap and sucked her large breasts to my heart's content.

After the 3-minute dance, she asked if I wanted to extend the time, and I agreed without hesitation.

The price was $45 for 3 minutes, and my friend paid for the first 3 minutes. Looking back, I feel a little bad about that $45, but the first experience was truly amazing.

My friends weren't satisfied and said this club wasn't exciting enough, so they wanted to go to another one. When we got there, we realized the second one was indeed much more exciting. Apparently, strip clubs also have different levels, with "topless" and "nude" options. The former type of dancer doesn't strip completely naked, leaving only underwear; the latter type of dancer is completely naked by the end. This is a "nudeclub," and even the bartender's clothing is very thin, clearly showing his nipples.

Speaking of which, I should mention that many club bartenders are prettier than some of the dancers, with great figures. Sometimes, if the dancers on stage aren't attractive enough, I'd rather take a few more glances at the cute bartender, and I'll always leave a tip when I leave.

The audience sits at the bar, with an aisle between the bar and the stage. After their performance, the dancers will circle around the bar to collect tips. The bar isn't high, giving you ample space to see the dancers' pubic hair and buttocks standing behind it.

People usually give one dollar; the busty dancers will squeeze their breasts together to collect the money, while those without the breasts have to accept it with their hands. Some dancers will even ask, "Do you want me to tour around?" If you agree, she'll turn around and part her labia... Honestly, that was the first time I'd ever seen a white woman's genitals in real life, and at such close range. The only word to describe my feelings at the time was "shock." Of course, there are also black women; it's worth mentioning that their labia are black, with red inside.

If you want to take advantage, you can hold money in your mouth and let the dancer use her breasts to take it away. You can press your face between her breasts to feel her body temperature and smell the fragrance emanating from her cleavage. However, you can't use this trick on dancers with small breasts; they might feel you're humiliating them and snatch the money from your mouth.

After dancing, the dancers will fish around. They'll walk up to a customer they find attractive, chat for a few minutes, and then ask if he's interested in going to a "private room." Most of the girls were pretty and had great figures, but I was a little reluctant to spend the $45, so I resisted the temptation. Luckily, my friends were generous; two of them said they would chip in to pay for a dancer for me. I was, of course, very happy, only to later realize it was a trap.

We sat for a while, and then a DJ's voice came over the loudspeaker: "(Translation) Next up is our famous show, please welcome today's lucky Mr. XXX, and also welcome our Miss Jersey!" Why was my name mentioned? I assumed it was someone with the same name, and my friends kept urging me to go on stage. It turned out they had bought me a dance performance.

Damn, I'll take the plunge! I climbed over the bar and onto the stage. A burly white man placed a stool next to the pole, made me sit on it, and told me to put my hands under my buttocks, saying I couldn't take my hands out to touch the girls. Then the music started, and a tall, voluptuous, completely naked dancer appeared, her brown curly hair cascading over her shoulders. She seemed to be Jerry, the most popular dancer here. "Completely naked" wasn't quite right; she was wearing sheer white stockings and high heels. She sat on my lap, stroking my head and occasionally brushing her large breasts against my face. The stage lighting was bright, and I could see her pink nipples and areolas. Then she unbuttoned my shirt and touched my chest.

Suddenly, she appeared behind me, pulled my hands out, and produced handcuffs from somewhere, binding them around a steel pole so I couldn't move. She must have placed them under the stool before coming to me, because I saw her completely naked. Then she returned to me, unbuckling my belt and unzipping my jeans. "Won't she strip me naked in front of all these people?" I started to get nervous. But she didn't continue. Instead, she spread my legs, knelt in front of me, and stroked my penis through my underwear, even pretending to lick it.

Suddenly, the music sped up. She stood up, moved to the edge of the stool, grabbed the steel pole behind me, and began to dance. She slammed her genitals against my bare chest, emitting seductive moans of "Ah... Ah..." with each thrust. I could feel her genitals were wet; I couldn't tell if it was vaginal fluid or sweat. Then she straightened up slightly, bringing her genitals closer to my face. A beautiful vulva, like a flower, swayed less than a foot away from my eyes. Her pubic hair had been shaved, leaving only a small inverted triangle above her clitoris. Her labia minora were pink, and in the light, I could even see a glistening liquid... When she brought her vulva to within an inch or two of my face, I could feel the hot breath escaping from the opening and smell a faint, pungent odor. She wasn't crazy enough to press her genitals against my face, but I definitely wouldn't object if she did.

The whole thing was under the watchful eyes of the dancers, customers, and my friend; shouts, whistles, and laughter filled the air. Poor me, my reputation ruined in an instant…

The three-minute dance ended quickly. The burly man from before pulled out an instant camera and took a picture of me. In the photo, a completely naked Jesse is kneeling beside me, while my hands are handcuffed to a pole, my shirt is unbuttoned, exposing my chest and stomach, my jeans are zipped up, and my underwear is exposed—thankfully, it's black, not as jarring as white… Jesse even signed her name in the blank space next to the photo.

I still treasure this photo, keeping it where my wife can't find it, otherwise, someone might get hurt.

This was my earliest experience with a stripper.

Jessica, with her glowing areolas, and her companion went to a strip club for the third time last year. My colleagues and I had just finished an important project and went to a strip club to celebrate.

While watching the dancers at the bar, I noticed a blonde dancer's nipples and areolas were glowing, and I assumed she was wearing nipple covers. She later approached us and struck up a conversation; her name was Jessica. She seemed quite cute, so we went into the private room and she danced a lap dance with us. The price had dropped from $45 to $25 by then—I don't know when or why—but it was a blessing in disguise.

Jessica was very enthusiastic and open. She allowed me to touch her breasts and buttocks. I realized then that she didn't have any nipples covered. So I asked her if she was wearing anything. She laughed and said it was natural; her nipples and areolas looked normal in sunlight or bright light, but they fluoresced under dim light, especially ultraviolet light.

Is this even possible? I find it unbelievable. My fellow wolves, don't disbelieve me, I swear she really told me that. Later, I talked about it with a dancer at another strip club. She said she knew the girl because she'd danced there too, and confirmed that the girl's shiny nipples were true.

I asked if I could lick them, and she laughed and agreed. I then asked, "Are you sure you did 'put any thinking on them'?" She laughed, patted my face, and said, "Don't, two! Good morning." So, risking poisoning, I licked her nipple. Of course, it tasted no different from any other nipple.

On the same day, I also had two other dancers dance for me. One was a stunningly beautiful white woman with blonde hair and a red dress.

She danced wildly and kept whispering seductive moans in my ear, but it sounded very artificial. She allowed me to touch her breasts and buttocks, but not her mouth.

Another girl was from South Korea. It's rare to see Asian girls in strip clubs here, let alone one with a devilish figure and an angelic face. But this South Korean girl clearly wasn't a very good dancer; she just circled the pole a few times and did a few random moves. When she danced for me in the private room, she only allowed me to touch her thighs and buttocks, and covered her breasts with her hands as if afraid I would suddenly attack her. Even with her good looks, she wasn't very appealing. But she kept urging me to go with her for a $200/30-minute "champage room." Because I was a little unhappy earlier, I didn't take the bait.

Later, I thought that licking a dancer's nipples is actually very unhygienic. They let you lick their nipples, so naturally they'll let others lick their nipples too. After each time a man licks their nipples, they certainly don't wash them with water, but instead go and seduce other men. Licking their nipples is like licking someone else's freshly used spoon. While it's unlikely you'll contract HIV or anything like that from their nipples due to the low viral load in saliva, other diseases are still quite possible.

But, faced with those pink nipples, I find it hard to resist the temptation. What a dilemma!

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