Lapdancing Girlfriend Ch. 02

She was barely aware of her surroundings as she began a routine on the pole. Even the few comments around her barely registered, not even responding after doing a fan spin and hearing "Shit, she's soaked" as she danced.

Coming down to a sitting position after one set of maneuvers Jen saw several men at the junction of the stage holding up cash, so rolled on her stomach and crawled to them, her breasts swaying as she moved in beat with the song, swaying her hips seductively. Reaching the group she smiled and pulled her legs in, doing the splits in front of them as she moved her body, mimicking fucking the stage.

Several of the men instantly put their tips down on the stage, but Jen refused to leave until the last dollar was in front of her, so she leaned back, pulling her hips forward and spread her legs, exposing her saturated crotch to the men. Placing her feet on the ground, her knees bent, she raised her hips up, jutting her crotch out to them. She then rolled back on her stomach, sliding her body across the stage to the pole, exaggerating her leg swings and showing off her crotch more.

She heard one man at the stage tell the others, "Shit, she's so wet she made a snail trail on the stage!"

Jen looked down and sure enough a streak of moisture was on the stage where she had just been, the small streak going halfway to the pole where she was standing. Yet Jen was too caught up in her dance, her befuddlement, and her lust as she began swaying around the pole again, dancing to the rest of the song.

As the sultry song ended, she saw Mary at one end of the 'V' giving a thumbs up sign and pointing to a wad of money in her hand as Jen realized they had reached their goal. It was not surprising since she had alone had just earned $750 in the backroom being used.

The thought of the men's hands on her and her uncontrollable sexual response caused her blood to speed up as the next song began to play, Evanescence's 'Imaginary' as Jen recognized the live version. Usually the girls or DJ's did not use live recordings, but some were too good to pass up as the slow beating song began.

Jen had danced to this song before on the pole—it being one of her favorite bands—so she moved around the pole expertly as if it were an extension of her body. Her nakedness was no longer was a thought as she worked the pole, uncaring what parts of her body were revealed as she became completely absorbed in the music.

With the money all gathered Jen could just enjoy her dancing, moving on the pole practically oblivious to the men calling their approvals out to her. At one point Jen saw even the girls were all standing at the stage, openly admiring her as she danced. Her feet spent more time in the air as she worked the pole then on the stage as she seamlessly went through one maneuver after another.

As a heavy guitar solo came on, Jen climbed up the pole. Reaching the top she rolling seamlessly to an inverted state performing the splits on the ceiling—to the cheers of both the girls and men. Then, in a move she had practiced but never done in a crowd, she loosened her grip on the pole, her hands sliding down the metal as her body dropped inverted, still in the splits. She immediately tightened her hands, stopping just a foot above the stage with her hair hanging down as she kept her splits momentarily before rolling forward, coming to rest still in the splits on the stage as the song ended.

The men erupted in cheers, standing up and clapping as Jen felt a swell of pride. Nobody had ever received a standing ovation as she smiled at the crowd, her breasts heaving at the exertion of the last routine.

As Jen stood up, the men still standing and cheering, she heard Marilyn Manson's version of 'Personal Jesus' come on, looking towards the DJ booth and seeing Gary giving a thumbs up. This was one of her favorite songs she used after a heavy workout on the pole to loosen her limbs up and strictly dance for the crowd. She instantly forgave him for the previous long-assed set earlier as she strutted down one end of the 'V' of the stage, her body swaying while her hips and tits swung exaggeratedly.

Reaching the end, Jen danced like never before, her body overcome with lust, with the music, with the desire to show off her body. The corresponding cheers from the men proved she was doing her job as she oscillated her body, occasionally rolling on the floor and flashing the men near her.

No longer concerned with the money, Jen danced for herself instead of working the crowd. Even so, the tips flowed onto the stage as the men showed their appreciation.

At the halfway point she strutted to the other end of the stage, giving that side of the club her attention. Her routine was similar as they also yelled their appreciation and the tips kept coming.

At one point she stretched down, her hand covering her crotch as she jutted her hips, surprised at how wet she was as she pulled her hand away, seeing the moisture on her fingers.

The men closest to her cheered and she bent forward, wiping her hand across one man's cheek. As she pulled away he reached up, feeling the wetness and smiled, first smelling his finger, then putting into his mouth as Jen smiled in return.

As the song ended Jen wondered what the next song would be when she heard Gary's voice, "Gentleman, I humbly present to you Diamond!" realizing he set was over, silently thanking Gary.

Immediately 'Battle Flag' began playing again—it was tradition at the club that the first and last songs of the night were the same, as the other girls climbed up on the stage. Mary and Denise each took one of Jen's hands and led her to the center of the stage, while the other girls moved on each side, the whole group dancing for the guys.

"Jesus Christ girl, you were fucking awesome," Mary told her as they moved to the center. "I've never seen you move like that, no wonder you're our club mascot," she laughed as they all smiled and danced their finale.

Jen was barely aware of the fact she was the only one naked, although the men were obviously appreciative, again noting the largest group of workers being in the middle where she was jerking her hips wildly to the song as her breasts bounced.

She was too caught up in the music, her body just a sexual thing to display before the men as a funny thought hit her. "Let's do the routine we practiced!" she told the two girls on each side of her.

The three of them had put together a dance routine once, wondering if they could all fit on the previous small stage. Practicing it in the afternoons they discovered it was manageable, but knew they could never do it outside of practice due to being too close to the edge of the stage. In the dark, there was just too much risk of falling off. This stage was perfect Jen realized.

The girls nodded as Jen counted out, "1...2...3...and strut!" as they began moving in synch.

The men immediately noticed them, their yells of approval rising over the music as the girl danced in synch. Not being a part of the routine, the other girls each moved to a pole as if rehearsed and Jen thought this would be a perfect ending each night as her and the girls danced in synch.

Jen was actually surprised when the song ended, almost wanting to go more, but she began to feel her body's aches. The rest of the girls picked up the remaining money on the stage as she made her way to the dressing room, plopping into her chair, the cool plastic against her ass and back almost a sinful pleasure against her flushed body.

Jen looked at herself in the mirror, her nipples taunt and pointing straight out, her face flushed, her hair disheveled, but still looking sensuous.

As the other girls filed in, they all praised her on how well she had danced, not just the first set but the last.

"What made you go nude?" Denise asked, "Fuck, I've never seen you go nude. Even I wouldn't have done it for this crowd," she said, being one of the few girls to have nude routines.

Jen told her it just 'happened' and left it at that.

Mary ordered another round of drinks as they counted out the money. Jen was amazed at the total, having made not only her quota of $500 in the VIP rooms, but easily doubling it as they realized she alone had made an additional $640 between her two sets and working the floor. All said and totaled, the girls had made $2995, deciding the split the additional amongst them.

Jemisha even suggested giving Jen the full $640 extra she made, surprising everybody as her and Jen were not the best of friends. "Girlfriend, you got talent, and worked your ass and pussy hard today, you deserve it," she told them. "No wonder DeWight made you the club's girl," she said wistfully.

Jen had not realized Jemisha had been jealous of Mr. DeWight's offer, thanking her. The other girls agreed with the split, dividing the remaining money evenly amongst them. Jen felt bad at them only getting a little over $50 but they all told her to shut up, she earned it.

Their attention was broken as the door knocked and they yelled for whoever was there to come in. Brutus entered the room, smiling as he looked around the room. Seeing Jen naked, he quickly apologized and began to back out, but Jen told him it was alright. In one of those moments where you see something every day but never grasp it, she realized Brutus had never entered the dressing room when any of the girls were even topless, let alone naked like she was.

Brutus came in—shyly, Jen though amusingly—congratulating them and asking how much they had gathered. Hearing the amount, he whistled, "Almost three grand in three hours? Jesus you gals are awesome."

Jen noticed he kept glancing in her direction as she instinctively raised her posture, jutting out her breasts, her legs opening slightly, smiling as Brutus' eyebrows rose.

Tim suddenly came in with a tray of drinks. As with Brutus as soon as he saw Jen sitting naked he apologized and made to leave, but the girls told him it was alright. He came back in, handing out the drinks while his eyes locked to Jen's breasts, finally handing her drink to her.

It was almost comical seeing both the guys' expressions she thought. They had seen the girls topless—and some of them like Denise nude—a thousand times on stage, but here in the intimacy of the dressing room it was something bewildering.

Tim pulled out a bundle of bright pink cloth handing Jen her outfit, telling her it had been in a pile of wood and sawdust. "It was easy to see, for all the debris," he told her as she thanked him.

Standing up, she put on the top, again amused at Brutus' and Tim's gaze on her the whole time as she buttoned it up, still bottomless. Turning towards everybody, she looked down at the wrinkled material saying, "Well, it's a bit worse for wear, but thankfully not ruined," as she buttoned up the bottoms and slide them up her long legs, the two men's' stares on her the entire time.

Jen felt her drink hitting her and told the girls she was calling it a day as they all again told her how well she had danced.

The whole drive home Jen felt her arousal flowing through her body; her thoughts focused more on Dan fucking her than the drive.

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As Jen told her story to Dan, she began unbuttoning her top, her body wanting nothing but to get naked and have her fiancé fuck her.

Knowing Dan's predilection for getting upset at her dancing, she had left out certain parts of the day, mainly any mention of being felt up. She particularly left out the session in the VIP rooms, chagrined at letting other men have their way with her.

Jen felt her body stirring at the remembrance of being fingered to orgasm twice, the familiar response of her pussy starting to moisten. She personally did not consider it cheating on Dan, as there was no intercourse; however, knowing how sensitive Dan was to her merely dancing topless, she definitely left out the entire scenario of her being finger fucked by two men.

She finished her rendition of the afternoon by telling him they had met their quota and left it at that. She did not tell him the amount she had personally earned or what she came home with, not wanting him to get suspicious, so planned to spread it out over the next few nights as tips.

By the time she was done, she was completely naked except for her high-heeled sandals. Dan could not believe how beautiful she looked. He was upset to find out she had danced nude—in full light no less—but seeing his beautiful fiancée before him naked, he could not deny her as he immediately took her into his arms.

Soon he was naked and sitting on the couch as Jen rode him, surprised at how vigorously she was moving as he watched her tits bounce.

He was at the point of cumming when he noticed her right breast. The breast was redder than the other and as Dan focused, he immediately recognized the shape of a handprint! His imagination took control as the image of Jen's breast being roughly squeezed by another man as he released inside her. At his release Jen's body also responded as she leaned towards him, holding him tightly as she came as well—for the third time that day.