Stripper's Friendship Heat"

My wife Julie and I were out drinking one night with friends and they suggested we all go to a strip club. One of the strippers named Crystal started talking to Julie and they became friends.

The club’s neon lights pulsed, painting Julie’s flushed skin in streaks of violet and red. She leaned into Crystal’s space, the stripper’s lips grazing her ear as the bass thrummed between them. I caught the low purr of Crystal’s voice—something about Julie’s dress clinging too tight, about how easily she could fix that. Julie’s laugh was breathless. “You talk a lot for someone who hasn’t put her mouth where it belongs yet.” Crystal’s fingers traced the hem of Julie’s skirt, creeping higher. “Maybe I like the show.” Her thumb hooked under the lace, dragging it aside to skim bare skin. “Your husband’s loving this.” Julie’s hips jerked as Crystal’s touch dipped lower. “Let him choke on it,” she gasped, nails digging into the stripper’s wrist. Around us, the crowd blurred—just the heat of their bodies, Crystal’s smirk as she worked Julie open right there on the stool, her panties shoved aside. “You gonna come just from this?” Crystal taunted, fingers curling. “With everyone watching?” Julie’s back arched, her moan lost in the music. I could see the slick shine on Crystal’s fingers when she pulled away, holding them up for me to see. “Tastes even better,” she murmured, sucking them clean. Julie’s chest heaved. “Take me somewhere you can finish what you started.” Crystal’s grin was wicked. “When I’m done with you, he’ll need a mop.”

A waitresses accidently spilled a drink on Julie and Crystal offered to take her back into the dressing room to get it cleaned up. In the dressing room while they were working on cleaning Julie up she saw that the manager had one of the girls bent over her make up station and was fucking her from behind. Julie was surprised but Crystal explained that the manager was warming her up and stretching her out for lap dances and the VIP room clients later.

Crystal tugged Julie deeper into the dressing room, her grip firm on her wrist. The air was thick with the scent of perfume and sweat, the manager’s rough grunts mixing with the girl’s muffled moans from the makeup station. Julie’s breath hitched as she watched the woman arch, her skirt hiked up, the manager’s thick fingers digging into her hips as he drove into her. “Like I said,” Crystal murmured, pressing close behind Julie, her lips grazing the shell of her ear, “prep work.” She spun Julie toward a vanity, nudging her thighs apart with a knee. “Now let’s get you out of that sticky dress.” Julie’s pulse hammered as Crystal’s hands slid under the fabric, peeling it up over her hips. The cool air hit bare skin—her panties were still crooked from the club floor, damp with more than just spilled liquor. Crystal’s touch traced the wetness, humming approval. “Seems like you could use some stretching too.” Behind them, the girl’s gasp turned into a sharp cry as the manager finished, his hand fisted in her hair. Crystal smirked, reaching for a bottle of oil. “Don’t worry, baby. I’ll take my time.” Her slick fingers circled Julie’s clit, slow and deliberate. “Bet you’ll scream louder than she did.”

Crystal brought Julie back to the table dressed in some extra clothes she had available so Julie could change out of the dress that had drinks spilled on it. Our friends thought it was cute that Julie was now dressed almost as revealing as the dancers. A number of customers came up and asked Julie to dance for them but she politely turned them down. The manager who had fucked the girl in the dressing room came up and introduced himself to me and complimented Julie on how hot she was in regular clothes let alone the outfit she was now in. He moved over and talked to her alone where I couldn't hear over the music. We drank with our friends and watched the show until we went home. The next day the manager, whose name was Mark called while we were sitting on the sofa. Julie put it on speaker phone so I could hear and he said they had washed Julies dress and she could pick it up. He told her she was very sexy and he wants her to work for him. She asked as a dancer? And he said "I saw you watching as I was fucking Sally getting her ready for her shift. What your eyes were telling me as well as your body when you were changing out of the wet dress is that there is a better job for you."

Julie’s fingers tightened around the phone, her thighs pressing together as Mark’s voice dripped through the speaker. "I’ve got a better role in mind," he continued. "VIP hostess. You’d help *prepare* the dancers—hands-on training, if you catch my drift." She exhaled sharply, her free hand trailing down her stomach, stopping just shy of the waistband of her shorts. "And what exactly does that entail?" I watched her bite her lip as Mark chuckled. "You’d warm them up before their shifts. Stretch them out. Make sure they’re nice and… *responsive* for the clients." His voice dropped. "You seemed pretty interested in how I handled Sally." Julie’s legs shifted again, her breathing uneven. "You expect me to believe you’re offering me a job just based on that?" "I’m offering because you were *wet* just watching," Mark countered. "And I bet you’re getting wetter now." A soft moan escaped her as her fingers finally slipped under the fabric, tracing herself through her panties. "Fuck." "Come by tonight," Mark purred. "I’ll show you the ropes. Literally." The line went dead. Julie tossed the phone aside, her fingers working in earnest now. "Guess I’m going back to the club," she gasped, arching into her own touch.

When Julie arrived at the club, Mark was waiting for her by the VIP entrance, his smirk dark with promise. He didn’t greet her—just caught her wrist and tugged her through a dim hallway, past the bass-thumping main floor, into a private room draped in red velvet. The air smelled like leather and lube. A spreader bar lay on the bed, cuffs already dangling loose. Mark backed her against the wall, his hands sliding under her top to pinch her nipples hard. "You’re not here to train the girls tonight," he growled, twisting until she whimpered. "You’re here to learn." He spun her around, yanking her arms behind her back. Cold metal clicked around her wrists. "Sally’s waiting in the next room," he said, his breath hot on her neck. "She’s gonna watch me break you in." Julie gasped as he shoved her forward, the cuffs pulling taut. Mark’s palm cracked against her ass—once, twice—leaving the skin stinging. "Now crawl," he ordered. Her knees hit the plush carpet, pulse hammering as she obeyed. The door ahead cracked open, revealing Sally sprawled naked on the couch, legs parted, fingers circling her clit. "Good girl," Mark purred. "Now show her how eager you are."

Julie’s breath hitched as she crawled forward, the carpet rough against her bare knees. Sally’s grin was predatory, her fingers still lazily teasing herself as she watched. Mark trailed behind Julie, his foot pressing between her shoulder blades, forcing her lower. "You’re not moving fast enough," he growled, giving a sharp kick that sent her sprawling. She caught herself just before her face hit the ground, wrists straining against the cuffs. Sally chuckled, twisting a nipple between her fingers. "Looks like you were right, Mark. She *does* like it rough." Mark grabbed Julie’s hair, wrenching her head up. "Lick," he ordered, shoving her face toward Sally’s glistening cunt. "Show her how desperate you are." A whimper escaped Julie’s lips as her tongue flicked out, tasting salt and musk. Sally’s thighs tightened around her head, fingers tangling in her hair to guide her deeper. "Good," Mark muttered, unbuckling his belt behind her. "Now take what’s coming." The leather hissed through the air before biting into Julie’s ass, drawing a muffled cry against Sally’s skin. Sally arched, grinding against Julie’s mouth. "Faster," she panted. "Or he’ll make it hurt worse."

Julie obeyed, tongue working harder, lapping at Sally’s swollen folds with desperate precision. The sharp *crack* of the belt landed again, this time across her lower back—pain flaring hot, then melting into a deep, throbbing ache. Mark’s hand fisted in her hair, keeping her buried between Sally’s thighs as he knelt behind her. His cock pressed against her ass, thick and unyielding. “Think you’ve earned this yet?” he taunted, grinding against her. Sally’s moans grew louder, her fingers tightening in Julie’s hair. “She’s getting close,” Mark murmured, dragging the tip of his cock through Julie’s slick folds. A ragged gasp tore from her throat—she was drenched, her body responding despite the humiliation. The belt landed again, this time on the back of her thighs. “Beg for it,” Mark ordered. Julie whimpered against Sally’s skin, the words muffled but unmistakable. “Please—” Sally laughed breathlessly, rolling her hips. “Louder.” Mark’s hand wrenched her head back, forcing her to meet Sally’s gaze. “Say it.” Julie’s voice shook. “Please fuck me, Sir.” Mark smirked, lining himself up. “Good girl.” With one brutal thrust, he buried himself inside her, drawing a sharp cry from her lips as Sally shuddered against her mouth. Sally’s thighs trembled, her moan loud and wanton. “Don’t stop—*fuck*—” Mark’s grip on Julie’s hips tightened, his thrusts punishing. “You take it so well,” he growled, hips slamming into her with each word. Julie whimpered, her body caught between pleasure and pain, Sally’s climax spilling onto her tongue as Mark claimed her from behind.