Shannon Becomes My Personal Stripper

I saw her laying out at the apartment pool on her stomach. She had on a very skimpy and very revealing bikini, with the strings of her bikini top undone.She was super focused on her cell phone, so she did not see me approaching. I took up a lounging position on a pool-side chase lounge chair, about ten feet from her and proceeded to strip out of my shirt.She glanced in my direction, then quickly returned her attention to her cell phone. After a few minutes, I jumped into the pool and swam a few laps and then I retreated back to my chase lounge chair. A few minutes later and my pool friend did the same, not even being bashful in showing off her cheerleader-like figure.  I watched as she waltzed back to her lounge chair, the water streaming down her smooth and well-tanned skin.Her name was Shannon and she lived in 503. She was a student. She said she was eighteen, but I didn’t believe her. She looked more like she was in her early twenties. than her late teens.We chatted briefly and I asked her if she worked anywhere.”I’m a waitress at a club,” she replied.“Which club?” I pressed.“Baby Dolls,” she replied, “It’s a strip club.”I knew Baby Dolls. I had been a frequent visitor and gone broke tipping dancers. It was a laid back strip club with some really nice looking strippers.“Waitress,” Ankara escort I repeated, making sure that I understood her.“Waitress,” she repeated. “I haven’t worked up the gumption to be a stripper. Besides, I don’t have a stripper body.”I told her that I thought she was wrong on the body type. She blushed and added that her boyfriend would probably not like it or approve.“Probably not,” I replied.“You should stop by,” she proffered. “I might be able to hook you up. I know lots of the girls.”Our conversation kind of waned at that point and Shannon said he had to go, because she had to be at work by 3pm. I showered and grabbed a bite to eat at a local Burger joint and since it was my day off from work, I decided I might as well go by and see my newfound friend at Baby Dolls.After paying the ten-dollar cover charge, I asked of Shannon was at work. The door girl looked at her listing of workers. There was no Shannon working at Baby Dolls. My heart sank but was cheerily re-engaged, as a scantily clad stripper looped her am underneath mine and escorted me into the darker and more cavernous chamber of the neon lights and strobes of the club.She seated me and told me she would be right back. A waitress sauntered up and took my drink order as I scanned Ankara escort bayan the club. It was about six in the evening and there were not many customers. Three older guys were stationed at the bar and I saw three tables with lonely looking guys sitting at them, doing the same thing I was doing, just looking around.The DJ blurted out a thank you to a stripper named “Dixie” and introduced to the main stage, a striper named “Lexi.”The familiar form of a very shapely young lady sauntered to to the stage wearing eight-inch-high stripper stilettos. She sported a day-glow green bikini that barely contained her best assets. She worked her way to the end of the stage and wrapped her hands and long slender legs around the brass pole. As she turned and peered across the cavernous club, our eyes met, or at least I thought they did. She nodded her head to the heavy beat of the music and proceeded to put on quite a show, stripping out of bikini top to fully expose her man-made 36 d-cup boobs with perky little pencil-eraser-like nipples perched on top of her globes.On her second song, she slowly crawled across the stage on all fours before slipping on to her back her legs extending upwards. Oh Lord.Suddenly, she arched her back and stripped out of her Escort Ankara bikini bottoms, tossing them off the stage as she unashamedly bared her everything. Then, just as quickly as her set had begun, she was off the stage and making her way in my direction.I froze. Had she seen me? If she had, what was she going to say? Part of me wanted to just hit the door, but I could not budge.Shannon slipped into a chair next to where I was seated.“OK,” she said, as the next dancer took the stage, “I lied. I strip. Please don’t tell anyone.”“Don’t worry,” I replied. “Your secret is safe with me.”“Sure,” I said, “You owe me a hook up.”Shannon laughed.“Yes, I do,” she said, “I’m working on that.”Shannon headed off to the dressing room. The original dancer that had seated me came over to take up a seat, in my lap. She was nice and pretty, but not my type. She asked if I wanted a private lap dance and I politely declined. Then, as quickly as she had sat down, she departed.Shannon was gone for quite a long time.In the interim, while I waited on my neighbor, I think every stripper in the club tried to hit on me. Finally, Shannon approached my table, dressed in blue jeans and a t-shirt.“Can you take me home?” she casually asked, adding. “I can take a cab if it’s a problem.”“No problem,” I replied. “I was ready to leave any ways.”Shannon told me to take her duffle bag out to my car and to pull up by the valet stand. I did as she requested and within a few minutes she was in my car, with her instructing, “Go!”“I didn’t tip out the DJ,” Shannon said. “I’ll have to make it up to him tomorrow.”