Notes

You: I kind of wanted to play out something where we are both students at a university earning money at a strip club - you the body guard and me the stripper. And despite the environment we would be pretty shy around each other and develop strong romantic feelings!

Stranger: Interesting! I like it.

You: As for how I look like - I have brown shoulder length hair, my eyes and eyebrows are the same as my hair. My skin is really pale but in the summer I have a pink tan line across my cheeks and the bridge of my nose. I am pretty tall for a girl, at 5'10'' as I play the middle position for my uni volleyball team. My body type is skinny/fit. My legs are the most toned part of me

You: Ill send the starter

You: It's another Friday night at the Midnight Star club. I am in the dressing room getting ready with the other girls. I am wearing a dark purple lace body suit that leaves nothing to the imagination, leaving my ass bare and my nipples poke through the lace. I am in knee high fishnet tights and in platform heels. I am currently adjusting my make up and hair, pulling my hair up into a high ponytail. You are in the room, watching over all the girls. Ashley comes up to me and spanks my ass laughing "Girl! You are going to get some serious cash with that outfit". I laugh shyly and spank her back. We are always cheerful before a dance, keeping the mood high and positive.

Stranger: I'm 6'4'', blond, bright blue green eyes, broad shoulders, lean and muscular, with neatly-trimmed pubic hair and a thick 8'' cock. For kinks, I like casual nudity, casual fucking/multi-tasking, clothed/partially-clothed sex, groping, outercourse, cock-warming, creampies, risk of impregnation, breeding, cuckolding, that sort of thing!

Stranger: (You sound beautiful, by the way! Are you shaved, trimmed, or do you have a bush?)

You: (I am all for your kinks minus the breeding haha. I am trimmed everywhere very short)

Stranger: (Sounds perfect :) )

Stranger: I've worked at the Midnight Star for a couple years, and I was easily the most well-liked of the security guards by the girls. That was why - after a nasty incident involving a drunken patron forcing their way into the change room - I was voted by the girls to be the one to stand guard, even while you all were getting changed. The spanking sound snaps me out of my thoughts and I turn my head instinctively, making eye contact with you in the mirror. I give you a small, quick smile before turning away again to give you some privacy. I'm wearing boxers, joggers, a t-shirt, and a hoodie with the club logo on it.

You: I put in the last bobby pin into my ponytail to make sure my hair is flawlessly up and out of the way and then I run up to you. I push you a little with my hip, "Hey stranger" I blush, happy to see you tonight. I take a deep breath, mentally preparing myself to dance. "I have a private booking after, can you make sure your pager is loud?" I seem a bit more worried today than usual. I am a popular request, I will perform privately for clients but always follow all the rules and never have direct intimacy with them. In the private room there is a panic button for the strippers to press discretely and the body guard gets it sent to their pager device on their belt. I step on the stage and the second the light touches my body, I am an entirely different person. I hype up the crowd of mostly rich business men and start spinning on the pole to the music

Stranger: "Hey, Sarah. How are you tonight, beautiful?" I smile, chuckling a little when you nudge me with your hip. I give you a reassuring nod, patting at my hip when my pager is buckled under my hoodie. "Call if you need me," I add, giving another nod while you walk out to the stage. I find my eyes lingering on your toned hips and ass for a moment before the change room door closes again.

You: After performing the dance for the entire club I gather my money and have a few minutes to fix up my make up again before I go to the private showing . The private booking is for a bachelor's party, they seem all incredibly problematic. From the peak you got, you saw nearly all of them have raging hard ons and are not shy about it. I am dancing on the grooms lap, being careful to not actually put any of my weight on him. For now everything seemed up to code. The men beg me to strip more for more money. After a few grand, I let them rip my body suit enough to expose my breasts in full. I keep dancing at the pole in this way (feel free to play them)

Stranger: Ashley walks out of the change room, strutting onto the stage shortly after you vacated it, trailing her hand across my stomach as she walks past. With the change room empty, there was no reason for me to stay there. I walk out to the main area of the club, strolling around and making my way to the VIP rooms. I stand outside yours, listening carefully through the curtain to ensure you were alright. I hear loud, drunken cheers, along with a few voices begging you to show your pussy.

You: "Boys.. boys!" I laugh but you can hear just how nervous I am "It's against the rules" I dance for them, making sure to expose myself as much as I am allowed to. I get off the grooms lap, intimidated and scared for my safety but I don't press the button yet, I need this money. "No touch, no play" I tease, trying to stay professional

Stranger: "C'mon, he's getting married tomorrow! He'll only see ONE pussy for the rest of his life!" one of the groomsmen teases, pushing more money in your direction. "Yeah - you could be the last pussy he'll ever see, other than hers!" another one chimes in. I listen carefully, sensing the tone shifting a little. I pause, letting you handle the situation for a moment or two longer. Most of the drunks that came through here were harmless, and I didn't want to scare away your customers if I didn't need to. I bounce on the balls of my feet, reading to burst through the curtain if necessary.

Stranger: *readying myself to burst through

You: One of them gropes me and I panic. I get terrified and remember my training. It's always best to pretend everything is okay and to discretely press the button and wait for help. I press the button "Alright, alright... if you just sit down, I will think about it" I lie to not escalate the situation, praying that you are near by

Stranger: The pager buzzes on my hip, a sharp beep ringing out. I silence it as I step through the curtain. "Alright, friend. Hands off," I say, my tone light but commanding as I speak to the guy with his hand on your ass. He tries to pull you over on top of the groom, reaching around to try to unbutton the clasp at the bottom of your bodysuit to expose your pussy. Almost immediately, I'm beside him, grabbing his wrist and yanking it away from your groin.

You: I quickly get up and and cover up, my hands holding my breasts, humiliated and shy when it comes to you. I've often thought about going on a date with you and doing things properly, having my body and intercourse with me something you would wait for. Now it feels like all surprise is ruined. I stand in the corner further away, wanting for you to take care of it

You: (Did you get that?)

Stranger: (No, sorry! Could you re-send it?)

You: I quickly get up and and cover up, my hands holding my breasts, humiliated and shy when it comes to you. I've often thought about going on a date with you and doing things properly, having my body and intercourse with me something you would wait for. Now it feels like all surprise is ruined. I stand in the corner further away, wanting for you to take care of it

You: (Now?)

Stranger: (Yep! Thank you :) )

Stranger: He tries to scramble forward, reaching for your groin with his free hand. That was all the invitation I needed; I clench my other hand into a fist and drive it into his upper abdomen, leaving him bent over and gasping for air. I let go of his wrist as he stumbles back. I tower over all of them, and even if the alcohol makes them bolder, they're too drunk to be much of a challenge. A few other quick, efficient blows to attackers and they hurry out of the club. I turn to you, chest heaving a bit as I catch my breath. "Are you okay?" I ask softly.

You: I look at you, my eyes wide and my posture small. I instantly go into your chest and hug you around your waist, my face against your neck "Thank you... thank you" I shake a little "I knew it was going to be bad... they were so awful" I try to not get too emotional

Stranger: "I - oh!" I exclaim, taken-aback when you hurry over to me. I wrap my arms around you, holding your petite frame gently. "- don't mention it; that's what I'm here for," I murmur, my deep voice making a rumbling sound in my chest while you press yourself against me. "Let's get you back to the change room," I say. I reach over, tearing down one of the curtains and draping it over your shoulders.

You: I nod and look at the floor, there is at least a few grand scattered, I feel disgusted with it "You can keep the money" I murmur, unable to bring myself to pick it up. We quickly get back to the changerooms where I switch into a new lace body suit, trying to calm down before my next dance