Please note that this story, as with all my stories, is completely fictional and the themes expressed in it are a work of fantasy. Any resemblance to any real person or event is a coincidence.
Strip clubs aren’t really my scene but it’s my buddy Matt’s stag do so as part of the ‘stag do tradition’ we’ve ended up at one. There’s six of us in total, the stag: Matt, his best man and leader of this night of drunkenness: Duncan, his brothers: Lewis and Ben, his friend and work colleague Simon, and of course: me. Matt, Duncan and I all went to university together and have been friends ever since. After uni we all split up to begin our careers but have kept in touch over the year, making sure to meet up as often as we can. Matt and Duncan ended up working and living near to each other but I moved over an hour and a half drives away to begin teaching at a different university.
I’m unfamiliar with this part of the city so I’m sort of tagging along behind, chatting with Simon who I’ve never met before. I know we’ve turned down the right street when we’re suddenly illuminated by the bright pink and red neon signs that advertise the club.
“The Pink Pussycat” I read aloud, squinting up at the sign as Lewis, Duncan and Ben let out whoops of joy at finally reaching our destination.
“Come on man, this place is great. All the girls are dressed up as cats and are named things like Kitty, Princess and Duchess.” Says Duncan, slapping me on the shoulder before stepping up to the bouncer, his ID already held out. Duncan’s always considered himself a ladies’ man and at university he always had a constant stream of one-night-stands and friends with benefits, but he’s never had a serious relationship. So, it’s no surprise when the bouncer calls him by name and gives him a high five as he passes through the door. The rest of us follow and as soon as I pass through the door my ears are bombarded with loud bassy music. We head up to the bar and as Duncan orders a round of beers I turn and look around the club.
There’s a couple dozen guys spattered around the room, some sat around the tables in groups, some alone. Positioned around the room between the tables are 4 poles, each with a different girl dancing and spinning around. Set up on a stage is another pole, this one with two girls dancing in unison around it. A few girls are wandering between the tables, seductively trying to entice the patrons into the side room for a private dance. All the girls are dressed, or hardly dressed, as cats. Pointy fury ears stick up from the top of their heads and long tails trail down from their swaying hips.
“Alright everybody, that was Fefe and Faye. Next up we have Panther!” Calls a voice over the speakers. I look over at the stage and spot a DJ hidden in a booth in the corner. The two girls, Fefe and Faye, slip through a curtain and are replaced by a very dark-skinned black girl.
“Oh yes! Panther is great, her ass is huge. Come on, let’s get a closer look.” Duncan says handing me a pint of beer before making his way down to some seats by the stage. He’s not wrong, Panther’s ass is huge. We sit down at the table, Duncan and Lewis’ attention fixed on the dancer Panther whilst the rest of sit and chat, occasionally stealing glances up at the stage.
We’re about halfway through our first round when a comes out of the back room and snakes her way through the tables towards us. She’s wearing a lacey black lingerie set with matching thigh high leather boots, long gloves that come up above her elbows and furry black cat ears. Despite the poor lighting I can tell her skin is that beautiful Latina golden-olive shade that I love. Her long slender legs lead up to curvy hips, made even curvier by her slender waist. Her tits are plump and round, pushed up in her bra so they jiggle with every step. Long curly black hair flows down her shoulder and as she nears the table, she flicks it over onto her back.
“Hello gentlemen.” She purrs in a sultry voice. “Anybody here looking for a private dance?” As she looks around the table I focus on her face. She’s got a slender delicate face with high prominent cheek bones, plump lips, dark brown eyes and thin eyebrows. It’s a face that I recognise, and she recognises me. As her eyes meet mine, her smile freezes for a fraction of a second before she’s able to recover. She looks away towards the other guys as they shake their heads, muttering variations of maybe later.
“Well, if you change your mind my name is Salem. I’ll see you around.” She says, not looking at me again as she turns and begins walking away.
“Dam! I might just take her up on that offer, take a look at her ass.” Says Lewis, staring at the disappearing Salem and her swaying round ass.
Dafne, that’s her name, her real name. It takes me a few minutes to put the name to the face. I’m not surprised it took me so long to recognise her. She’s a second-year student that usually sits at the back of my lectures. I don’t know much about her as she’s normally quite shy and doesn’t speak up much. The other reason I didn’t recognise her was because of her outfit, she usually wears hoodies and jeans so seeing that much of her body was surprising. And her face was different to, covered in thick makeup and red lip gloss, very different from her normal natural look. We stay at the club for another hour but I don’t see Dafne again, she seems to have disappeared into the back rooms.
I don’t remember much more after that; I know we go to a few more places but by that point I’m blackout drunk. The next morning, we all get up late, very hungover, and after eating a large McDonalds order I begin the drive home. I get in check my schedule for the next day of teaching. I have only one teaching session in the morning, a two-hour lecture period for Dafne’s class. I close my schedule and open up my teacher’s portal, searching through all my students for Dafne’s profile. I open the file but there’s not much information there. She’s got above average grades on all her assignments and has never missed a lecture so it makes me wonder why someone who obviously is very talented and smart is working in a strip club. I’m still too hung over and my head hurts so I shut down my computer and decide to deal with it all the next day.
Monday comes around and I enter the lecture hall to see most of the class is there. Dafne is sat in her usual spot in the back, her face hidden behind her laptop. Two hours pass quickly and as I begin packing up, I look directly in Dafne’s direction and say, “If anyone’s having any issues or just wants to talk to me, I’ll be in my office all afternoon.” Dafne glances down at me and sees that I’m looking directly at her, causing her cheeks to blush slightly as she hurries towards the exit. I finish packing up my things and head to my office to wait. Two students come to ask about their upcoming assignment but there’s no sign of Dafne until about half an hour before I planned to leave.
“Come in.” I say to the timid knock on my door, my heart beating hard in my chest as Dafne’s head pops through the opening door. She quickly enters and shuts the door behind her, leaning against it as if trying to hold it shut. All thought of what I might say escape my mind and before I have chance to open my mouth she speaks.
“Listen, I know you recognised me at the club. You cannot tell anyone that I work there. I will do anything, I mean it. Anything.” She babbles, putting so much empathise on the last word that there would be no chance I might miss her meaning.
“Anything?” I reply, leaning back in my chair and raising a questioning eyebrow. Dafne closes her eyes for a few seconds before opening them again and stepping confidently forward.
“Yes, anything. I only work at the club to pay my bills, and because it’s far enough away that no one would recognise me. If my parents found out that I was a stripper they would kill me.” Dafne says, coming to a stop just in front of my desk. “Now you can get me to do whatever you want as long as you keep my secret, whatever you want as long as I’m a student here. That’s how much it means to me to not to let my secret out.”
Hearing her say those words ignites a fire within me and I jump up from my seat, rounding my desk and stopping a few inches away from her. Her big brown eyes stare up at me as my arms wrap around her waist, pulling her body into mine.
“Kiss me.” I whisper into her ear.
“Yes… Master.” She replies in the same sultry purr she used in the club. Being called Master is a surprise but I find I like how it sounds coming from her lips, her lips which are now pressed against mine. They’re soft and warm, and they taste of cherries. My hands move down her body and grab her ass, making her gasp in surprise. As soon as I feel her lip’s part, my tongue darts forward into her mouth. The kiss last for several minutes and when we finally break apart, we are both panting for breath.
“Take off your clothes.” I command, moving back to sit in my chair. I watch as she pulls her hoodie up over her head, dropping it carelessly on the floor. Beneath that she is wearing a plain white tank top, the tight material pulled across her ample chest. Her nipples are clearly poking through and I can see both of them are pierced with silver rings. There’s a playful smile on her face as she begins lifting up her top, keeping the material tight so it lifts up her tits before letting them drop and causing them to bounce hypnotically.
“Does my Master like my tits? One of the girls at the club said I should get my nipples pierced as I would get more tips.” She says, pushing her tits together and pinching her nipples. I smile as jiggles her tits in her hands before unbuttoning the top of her jeans. She kicks off her boots before pulling her jeans down, straightening up to stand in front of me in just her pink cotton panties.
“How about you come over her now and take care of my cock with that pretty little mouth.” I say gesturing towards my bulging pants.
Dafne crosses the room and kneels down between my legs. Her hands move up my thighs and unbuckles my belt. I lift myself up so Dafne can pull down my pants and underwear in one go. Her eyes go wide as she looks up to see my cock.
“Oh wow! You’ve got a huge cock.” She says as she grasps my shaft in both hands.
“You ever had one this big?” I ask as she begins stroking up and down. She shakes her head as she leans forward, her lips brushing against the tip of my cock. Her mouth opens and I grab her head, forcing her down. She gags as my cock hits the back of her throat; her eyes open wide in shock. I let go and she moves back, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she gasps for breath. Saliva drips down her chin as she looks up at me with a big grin.
“Fuck… That was… Do it again. Please Master” She begs, moving forward to suck my cock again. I grab her head in both hands again and force her down my shaft. She coughs, splutters and gags as my cock fills her throat, her eyes crossed in concentration.
Suddenly there’s a knock at the door, startling both of us. Dafne looks up at me with horror, her face drained of colour.
“Quickly, get under the desk.” I whisper, tucking my chair in as she scrambles into the enclosed space.
“Come in!” I then call out, absentmindedly straightening some items on my desk. The door opens and the department head Tom sticks his head into my office.
“Hey, just wanted to pop by with some good news.” He says. I feel Dafne move between my legs and she begins slowly sucking my cock.
“What have you got for me?” I reply, trying as hard as I can to keep a straight face as Dafne continues pleasuring my cock with her mouth.
“I just came from a meeting with accounting, we got approval to hire student assistants. Email should come through any minute now.” He says, nodding towards my computer. “Anyway, I need to get going. The meeting overran and I’m already running late.” And with that he pops his head back out the door and shuts it behind him.
I let out a sigh of relief and move back, allowing Dafne to crawl out from underneath my desk.
“Did you hear that? A position as my personal assistant just became available.” I say. “Long hours locked in this office alone with me. I’ll need someone with good grades though.” My meaning isn’t lost on Dafne.
“Oh Master, you’d do that for me? I could quit being a stripper and become your fulltime little sex toy.” She answers with a huge grin. “Now will you please fuck me like the little whore that I am.” She stands up, kicking her panties away as she sits up on my desk. I stand up and approach her, moving up between her spread legs as she lies back. Her pussy is smooth and glistens with a wetness that proves she’s just as into this as I am. I watch her face as I press the head of my cock up against her. She’s biting her lip, her eyes locked onto my cock as I rub it up and down against her hole. I grab her waist and slam forward, entering her tightness in one quick motion.
The look on her face mirrors how I feel. Her mouth is open in a gasp of pleasure and her eyes have rolled back in her head. I begin to slowly move back and forth, rhythmically thrusting in and out. Her gasp of pleasure turns into moans of pleasure, each one egging me on to fuck her harder and faster. She arches her back, thrusting her tits skyward as they bounce in time with each thrust inside her. I reach out with my hands and grab her tits, squeezing them between my fingers. My right hand moves up her chest almost absentmindedly and wraps around her throat.
“Yes Master, choke me.” She moans as my fingers gently tighten around her throat. Her whole body seems to shudder and she lets out a cry of orgasmic pleasure. I feel myself building with pressure and my thrusts slow down.
“Cum in me. It’s okay Master, I’m on the pill.” She whispers as her legs wrap around me, preventing me from pulling all the way out. Doubt spreads through me for a second but I ignore it as I thrust my cock as deep into her pussy as I can. The pressure building inside me explodes and cum erupts from my cock. I hold myself inside her as I fill her with a load of cum larger than I would of thought possible.
“Fuck, you are such a good little slut.” I say as I slowly pull out and collapse back in my chair. Dafne slowly sits up, her hand moving down between her legs. I watch as she her fingers feel her pussy which is now slowly dripping with cum. Her fingers scoop up the white liquid and she brings them up to her mouth.
“Mmm.” She moans as she licks her fingers clean. “You’re cum is so tasty Master.”
After a few minutes we redress and I begin to pack up my bags as Dafne heads towards my door.
“I’ll see you back here tomorrow at 5 for you interview.” I call after her as she opens the door, turning back to smile and wink at me as she closes it behind her.