Scooter Pie

Charlie had just showered and dressed at the country club after a Saturday afternoon round of golf with his buddies Karl, Duke and Willy. Normally they would tip a few in the club lounge after playing eighteen holes but this day was a little different. It was Karl's fortieth birthday and he had just recently separated from his second wife so the guys decided that on this day the nineteenth hole would be at a strip club on the other side of town. Across the tracks. The red light district. Titty City.

Charlie was definitely up for it because he and his wife Alex had been in a rut lately and she had already told him that she was going out with a friend. They were both now over forty themselves and things had been tense between them recently. He thought it sadly ironic that now that their two kids were finally out of the nest and off to college and they would finally have the house to themselves, is the time when they would be having marital difficulties. Their next wedding anniversary would be their twentieth. Even though they were both still slim and trim and in excellent shape, a handsome couple in almost anyone's estimation, he didn't feel like they would have much to celebrate.

Willy drove them all to the club in his car because he wasn't that big a drinker. He'd have a couple light beers and then switch to Diet Coke. It took them about a half hour to get there. The club was dark inside with strobe lights flashing and music pounding. The place was only about half-full, so they took a table close to the stage and runway, which the long bar curved around. There was a cute black girl with a bubble butt grinding upside-down on a pole not ten feet in front of them. Another caramel cutie appeared out of thin air at their table and they proceeded to order overpriced drinks.

Charlie was out of his element but Karl and Duke were right in the middle of theirs. They were hooting and hollering in no time and soon were shoving bills into G-strings. The black dancer came to the table and Willy told her it was Karl's birthday. That got her a seat at the table and a big tip and Karl got a hand job under the table.

The next dancer hit the stage to ZZ Top, a petite brunette with huge tits and enough eye makeup to choke a giraffe. She did her set, shaking her booty and her boobs at top speed and getting quite a rise from the customers.

The next girl was a redhead with long legs and six inch heels. She humped the pole for a while then faced away from them and bent over forward as she took off her sequined skirt, which was about three inches long, and then her thong. They watched her asshole open as wide as a silver dollar and then close tight, and she did this over and over as the guys cheered. Then she turned around to face them and did the same thing with her twat.

Then a skinny Asian girl appeared...evidently the club believed in variety...and she was incredibly lithe and flexible. She contorted herself in various ways, like those freaks in the circus, fingering herself and sticking a dildo up her ass, and rubbed oil all over her tits and licked it off with her tongue.

All this time the boys were enjoying the ladies, putting away drinks and throwing away money. After almost three hours they finally realized they had better wrap things up. The place was filling up and it was getting toward Saturday night. As they were settling up their tab a new girl came to the stage.

She was blond. Twenty-something, tall and slim athletic body, tan, toned arms and legs, and tight defined abs. Her hair was a medium-length bob parted kind of in the middle and wrapped around her sexy high cheeks. All of her fingers and toes were polished red, matching her puffy lips. She used every inch of the small stage and moved with a smooth physical grace. A shiny, transparent net draped her upper body covering her skimpy outfit. She tore off the net with her teeth as she sashayed around above them.

Charlie took special notice of this gal. She seemed to be a cut above the others, classier, with more finesse and without the crudity. But that wasn't all. She seemed to be looking right at him, smiling at him, but hell, he thought, maybe every guy feels that way. He knew her from somewhere, he was sure of it, but he couldn't place her. He could swear she was staring right at him as they walked out of the club.

--

Charlie went home in an alcoholic haze. Alex wasn't home yet, which was a good thing since he was blasted. He washed and flossed and brushed, took four aspirin and got into bed.

He lay in bed thinking about the blond. The way she moved, the way she looked, the way she smiled at him. He couldn't get her out of his mind. That face, he knew it from somewhere. He knew this girl and he racked his brain but he couldn't remember from where.

Alex came home. Charlie said Hi when she entered the bedroom, but didn't say anything else because he didn't want to slur his words. But he was pretty sure she was half-lit too by how loud and clumsy she was as she got ready for bed. By the time she climbed in beside him he was nodding off and thinking about the young blond again.

He slept soundly straight through the night. When he awoke early in the morning his head was clear again. As he stood in front of the bathroom mirror brushing his teeth it came to him in a flash. He knew who the young blond dancer was.

She was Scooter.

--

Her real name was Sara. Everyone called her Scooter because when she was a teenager she was often seen riding her motor scooter. She would ride it everywhere, to school, to the community pool, to the country club, to her jobs. Charlie, in fact just about any healthy male, would stop in his tracks when Scooter motored by. She'd often speed along wearing just a bikini with her long blond hair trailing in the wind behind her. She was a popular, pretty, athletic girl with an exceptional body. As a teenager she was on the swimming and diving teams at the high school and had been a dance student as well.

Scooter used to babysit for Charlie and Alex when their two children were young. Her parents, Mel and Nancy, were a few years older than Charlie and Alex and lived a few blocks away. They all knew each other from the country club and Charlie had played golf with Mel a few times.

Charlie hadn't thought about Scooter for years. The last he had heard she had graduated high school near the top of her class and had gone off to college on a scholarship. But that had been six or seven years ago.

But now he couldn't get the image of her out of his mind. What a beautiful young lady she had become. She was in her mid-twenties now, and her body, oh God. And she recognized him, he knew that now, he wasn't imagining her staring at him or smiling at him as he had left the club. He only wished he hadn't left right after she'd started and missed her act. He would have to rectify that.

--

Charlie went back to the strip club one evening the following week. The place wasn't that busy so he sat at the bar. He watched a couple girls do their acts. He made small talk with the bartender a couple of times but he didn't ask questions about the dancers because he didn't want to seem like a lecher. He did casually say to him, 'Hey, I was in here last Saturday and there was a cutie up there, a knockout blond with a fishnet wrapped around her'... 'Sexy Lexi', the bartender said. 'She's off tonight. She'll be here tomorrow night. Comes in at six'.

Tomorrow night it is, Charlie thought.

--

The next day Charlie told his wife he'd be late, he had a meeting after work. Not a lie, he thought. He wasn't sure why he wanted to go see Sara, or what he expected from her. But things were weird at home, so what the hell. He already knew she was a hot, sexy fox. He wanted to see her show. See her strip. See her tits and ass.

At a little after six he strode into the club. It was early so the place was pretty dead. He sat on a stool at the almost-empty bar and the bartender brought him the same beer he'd ordered the night before and then disappeared. A black chick was doing a mambo on the stage. Charlie noticed a man and a woman at the far end of the bar who both seemed to be getting into her.

"Hey Sara," the bartender called back into the dressing room.

"Yeah?" Sara said. She was sitting on a chair polishing her nails.

"I think you might be getting off to a good start tonight. There's a guy at the bar who was in here last night asking about you. You want to go next?"

"What's he look like?"

"Older, dark hair, good-looking. You've done worse. He likes the net."

"Okay, I'll go next." She turned to a strawberry-haired bean pole to her right. "That okay with you, Tiff?"

"Sure, go ahead," Tiffany said, and downed a shot of vodka.

Charlie was enjoying watching the dark meat cook on the stage in front of him. She danced like she was in the Soul Train finals and shook her ass a mile-a-minute. Her pussy was huge. He was in a trance staring at it when the bartender returned.

"Your girl is on next," he said.

"Alright, thank you," Charlie said.

He watched the rest of the dancer's set and then watched her retrieve her heels and clothes and slip offstage. She reappeared on the floor shortly thereafter and started working the couple down at the end of the bar that had been digging her. He ordered another beer and waited for, even though it was barely six-thirty, what for him would be the main event of the night.

A couple minutes later a sultry swampy groove suddenly kicked out of the sound system and Sara sauntered out onto the stage. She wore heels and her long legs were sheathed in shiny red slacks with a nonexistent crotch, making her black thong plainly visible. Up top she wore a skimpy waistcoat that matched her red pants, and underneath it a black bikini top that matched her thong. The flimsy net covered all the goodies.

She sure moved well, Charlie thought. She made eye contact with him almost immediately, pantomimed him a hello and blew him a kiss. Then she proceeded to give him what seemed like a private show.

He watched her prance around and hump the pole and chew on the net until she ripped it open and he could hear the Velcro screech as she whipped it off. Her pants came off, then her waistcoat. She humped the pole a few more times and did a split on the floor and rolled over on her knees and bent backwards all the way. Her pussy was just a few feet in front of him and he could see her cameltoe outlined through her minuscule black bottom.

She had a tight stomach with a silver waist bracelet wrapped around her and a leafy belly button ring dangling from her navel. She continued her sexy, slimy dance, movin' to the groovin', until off came her black top displaying her perky tanned tits with rings in her nipples and she swung her breasts and fondled them. Then finally off came her thong and Charlie watched for the next few minutes as Sara danced for him, and swung her hips for him, and rotated her hairless groin for him, and shook her ass for him, and spread her buttocks for him, and winked her asshole at him.

When the music stopped and the show was over, Sara gathered up her assorted garments and ran off the stage naked. Charlie looked up and the bartender was smiling at him.

Not long after Sara slid onto to the stool next to him. She wore her crotchless red pants and the black thong and bikini top.

"Hi, Mister Charlie," she said.

"Hi, Scooter, uh, I mean Sara," he said. "Or is it Lexi?"

"It's Sara to you. For anybody else I meet around here, it's Lexi. We all use phony names around here: Sexy Lexi, Randy Brandy, Franny Fox, Lily Lush. I haven't heard Scooter for years. I drive a car nowadays."

"Sorry, the picture is etched in my brain. You zipping up and down the road on your motor scooter in your bikini with your long hair flying out behind you."

"So, you were checking me out? Thanks, Mr. Charlie," she said.

"Just call me Charlie," he said.

"Okay, Charlie. I saw you in here last Saturday with your friends. I didn't think you recognized me."

"I recognized you, but I couldn't place you right away. It struck me later on."

The bartender appeared before them.

"Buy me a drink and I can hang out with you for a little while," she said into his ear.

Charlie nodded. "Another for me and a drink for the lady," he said.

"The usual, Max," she told the bartender.

"So how're you doing, Charlie?"

"I'm doing okay. Work and play golf. The kids are away at college."

"Wow, that's hard to believe. They were such little guys when I used to babysit them. How's Miss Alex doing?"

"She's okay too, I guess."

"Does she know you're here?"

"Ah, no," he said.

"Don't worry, I won't tell. Do you ever see my father at the country club?"

"Once in a while."

"Don't tell him either. He might have a stroke."

Their conversation paused while the bartender delivered their drinks.

"So. What's a nice guy like you doing in a place like this?" Sara asked.

"Came to see your show. You're very good."

"Thank you. But tell me," she said, and took a sip of tonic water. "Did you like watching me dance? Or seeing me naked? Or is there something else?"

"I don't know. Something drew me here to see you."

"You don't seem like a strip club kind of guy. The other day you were here with a group."

"Yes, a friend had his fortieth birthday so we took him out."

"Coming in a group is one thing. But coming back on your own, that's different. It's flattering, but I want to know what you really want."

Charlie took a swallow from his beer, uneasy, suddenly in no-man's land. Sara turned on her stool to face him.

"What did you like most, Charlie, when I was up there dancing? I don't think it was my dancing. I'm a good dancer, but that's not it. Was it my tits? My ass? Or was it my pussy? Did you like that?"

He nodded and took another sip.

"Did that turn you on, Charlie?"

He nodded again. His cock was hardening as she spoke.

"Am I turning you on now?"

"Yes."

Suddenly dance music emanated from the speakers as the next dancer made her entrance. Rose Bush. Charlie felt Sara's hand slip between his legs. Her fingers surrounded his cock and rubbed it.

"Ooh, Charlie, you are turned on, aren't you? And well-endowed too, it feels like."

Charlie was impressed with how deftly and quickly her fingers on one hand unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his pants and opened his fly. She threaded his cock through the slit in his shorts and held it in her hand.

"You have a nice cock, Charlie," she said directly into his ear, and started stroking him.

Right in rhythm with the dancer on stage and the music coming from the speakers, an uptempo shuffle, Sara wanked Charlie's cock.

Charlie's forty-two year old weenie was having a good old time in Sara's twenty-five year old hand.

"You like this, Charlie?"

Charlie nodded. Her lips were an inch from his ear.

"Is this what you came for, Charlie? Or was it something else? Something more."

"I don't know..."

"Have you thought about putting it my mouth?"

"Ugh," Charlie grunted. His cock was close to erupting.

"How about my pussy, Charlie? I'm wet, you know. Or are you an ass man?"

Charlie groaned as his cum rose up through his shaft and Sara stroked him hard and fast, emptying his cock and sending his semen outward splattering over his lap and shirt.

When it was over Sara released his drained member and and scooped a lump of cum off of his boxers with her finger. She took a taste and then put her fingertip to Charlie's mouth and rubbed it into his lips.

"I have to go back to work," she said. "See you next time."

Sara kissed him on the cheek and disappeared into the dressing room.

Charlie looked around the dim bar nervously. No one seemed to have noticed or cared what had just happened. He tried to discreetly put himself back together. He tucked his shirt in and buckled and zipped up. He paid his tab...outrageous, he thought...and left the bar with a soggy, sloppy mess in his pants.

--

Alex was taking a hot shower. She scrubbed her body clean, especially her pussy, inside and out. She noticed there was a bruise-a hickie!-below her navel where Justin had sucked too hard. She hoped Charlie wouldn't notice. She had just gotten home from Justin's condo, where she'd fucked him for the fifth time.

She still couldn't believe what she was doing. She was ashamed of herself on one level. Here she was having an affair, cheating on her husband of almost twenty years. Her husband would be devastated. Would he divorce her? She didn't want that, but things between them had been strained recently. What would people say? What would her children think?

But on another level she was kind of pleased with herself. She was forty-one years old and she knew she looked good. She had a good body and had kept in shape, and men appreciated a tight body with firm tits and a nice ass. She was proud of the fact that a handsome young man thirteen years her junior had found her so attractive and had pursued her. It was flattering and exciting and daring. Not to mention she liked having a new cock inside her.

Justin had been calling on the company where she worked for some time, and after a while he started flirting with her. He asked her out for a drink after work and kept on asking even though she demurely declined a number of times. Then one time she surprised herself and said yes.

Nothing happened that first time other than an uneasy kiss at the end. But Alex could tell he wanted her. The ring on her left hand certainly did not deter him and she knew in her heart that if he asked her again she would go to bed with him. The next week Justin asked her out again. They skipped the drinks and went to his condo and fucked.

That was five weeks ago. They'd fucked after work on the same day each week. She knew it wouldn't last and knew things would end up awkward in the end. Justin was no great lover but it was something new and different and she found it exciting being bad.

--

Charlie got home and went into the bedroom to change. He put his soiled clothing in the dry cleaning bag. He hoped Alex wouldn't notice. He could hear her in the bathroom and thought it was a strange time to be taking a shower. Still naked, he considered going in there and getting into the shower with her. But he didn't. It would be out of character and he was sure that she would see through him and recognize his guilt and know that he'd been up to something naughty.

He told himself he would stay away from the strip club. But he didn't.

--

The next week there he was again, seated at the bar. Sara smiled and gave him the eye as she did her act. She was dressed differently this time and he watched her as she peeled off piece after piece until she wore nothing but a G-string the size of a postage stamp and two pasties on her nipples. And when they finally came off Charlie watched her sway her open gash and dilating asshole in front of him with a coy smile on her face. He had his hand in his lap massaging his stiffened cock.

When her set ended Sara walked off naked. Not a minute later she walked up and sat next to him at the bar. She wore a lightweight blue wrap pulled tightly around her foxy frame.

"I was hoping you'd come back," she said, turning on her stool to face him.

"Couldn't stay away. You were great. You are great."

"So tell me. Why did you come back? What do you want?"

Charlie was tongue-tied. He shrugged and sipped his beer.

Sara put her hand between his legs and felt his cock. She stroked it like she had the last time and felt its hardness straining against the fabric of his pants.

"Ooh, Charlie, it looks like you really are glad to see me. What do you want me to do with this bad boy?" She stroked it more strenuously.

He looked right into her eyes. They were wide open and looked like round olive green pools. She started to move her face toward his. He thought she was going to kiss him but she didn't, she put her lips to his right ear.