His Dream to have Sex with a Stripper became a Nightmare

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“I’m getting married,” said Jaimy before shrieking. “You have to come to the wedding. I’m not accepting no for an answer.”

We were best friends for fifteen years before she moved to France to progress her career as an artist. We had not seen each other in three years, and I needed an excuse to get out of Vegas. After our phone call, I called a courier company to fetch a necklace from me to deliver as my wedding present.

Mom gave me that necklace on her deathbed and told me that it was a gift from her father before he passed away. She said that I should gift it to somebody who meant the world to me. Since her death, Jaimy was the only person whom I kept close. Dad gave up on me after I couldn’t kick my drug addiction.

I moved to Las Vegas to get away from everyone, and I found myself wanting to leave that place. Being around sleazy characters reminded me of the crowd I used to hang around during my drug days.

“There’s a table of four guys. Serve them, would you, honey?” asked Kylo.

“Sure. Anything for you, boss.”

I sighed when he walked away. When I approached the table and introduced myself, I cracked a smile. Pretending had become second-nature to me. When the next song started, I got on top of the table and slid my ass down the pole. When the fat, drunk guy grabbed my thigh, I smacked his hand and frowned. He thought that I was playing hard to get, so he went for my boob.

His friend grabbed his arm and told him to chill. No man had protected me before, so I smiled and thanked him. He told his two friends to take the drunk guy to the bar. When they left, I extended my hand and said, “I’m Claudette.”

“I’m Jason. Is that your real name?”


“I thought exotic dancers don’t give out their real names.”

“We do to gentlemen. You a local or visiting?”

“I’m here for business.”

He offered me a seat next to him. Unlike all the pompous jerks who I had to entertain by listening to their boastful stories of wealth, Jason was interested in finding out about me. I found my hand on his leg when he told me that I was beautiful and too good for exotic dancing. I also loved that he hadn’t used the word stripping.

When his friends returned, he wanted to go somewhere private so that we could talk. I grabbed his hand and led him to the lapdance booths. I bent over and stuck my ass in his face, then stood up and smiled over my shoulder.

“Take my g-string off,” I said.

After he pulled it off, I jiggled my ass in his face and felt him licking my pussy. My boobs brushed his face as I dry-humped him, and I felt that he was hard.

He ran his hands up my back and said, “You’re so beautiful.” Our eyes locked, and the tension sucked us in, infusing our lips. “You know, it’s always been my dream to have sex with an exotic dancer.”

Jason looked at the ceiling and smiled as I unzipped his pants and sucked his dick. I bent over the chair, and he rode me doggy style. The people in the booth next us laughed when I screamed. I sat on top and rode him.

“I’m gonna cum,” he said.

I wanted to make his experience with an exotic dancer more pleasurable, so I got on my knees and opened my mouth. His load splattered on my face and into my mouth. That was the first time I tasted cum.

I walked him out of the club and gave him my number. “Call me.”

The bastard never did.

Although I was busy packing for my trip, I couldn’t get Jason off my mind. I thought that he would be the guy to restore my faith in men.

A smile appeared on my face as I landed in Paris. Being far from Vegas allowed me to escape reality for a few days. The physical distance of being away from scummy men distanced them from my mind.

“Oh, my goodness,” said Jaimy as she opened her front door. She hugged me and said, “I wasn’t sure if you would come.”

“I thought I’d surprise you.” She grabbed my hand and escorted me to the lounge. “So, where’s the lucky guy?”

“He’s at a tailor, getting his measurements for the suit.” We spoke for an hour before hearing the garage. “That’s him.”

She scuttled through the kitchen, and I was looking at the photos above the fireplace when she said, “Claudette.”


My jaw dropped when I turned around.

“I’d like you to meet my fiance, Jason.”

Jaimy was the only one smiling. Jason and I gaped at each other, and I couldn’t move. He gulped walking toward me, and my heart pounded against my chest as he extended his hand. I smiled with tight lips. Can the world just swallow me up, please? Jaimy frowned when noticing the awkwardness between us.

“I’m sure you two have a lot of catching up to do, so I’ll be in the bedroom if you need me,” said Jason.

Oh, thank God he’s leaving. That scumbag. No wonder he never called. I glared at him as he walked away.

“Everything okay?” asked Jaimy.

“Sure. I have to go check into a hotel.”

“Why don’t you stay with us?”

“Thanks, but I already paid.” That was a lie since I hadn’t made a booking.

When I got to the hotel, I thought about calling Jaimy to tell her that I had to leave due to an emergency. Her message came through before I pressed dial. ‘It means the world to me that you’re here. My special day just got even more special now that you’re attending the wedding.’ I sighed. I couldn’t let down the only person I cared about.

Jaimy called me in the morning and asked if I could be at the venue an hour earlier. I got there half an hour before her request. Her maid of honour was in the changing room when I walked in.

“You must be Claudette. It’s nice to meet you. I’m Cheryl.”

“Nice to meet you. You’re early.”

“I’ve got so much to sort out.”

I looked to my left and saw a pile of gifts. “Wow. That’s a lot of presents.” I looked at the pile and didn’t see mine. “Did Jaimy receive my present? I don’t see it here.”

“What was it?”

“It was a necklace. The cover was blue.”

“Oh,” she said as her eyes moved left and right.

“What?” She shook her head and smiled. “What’s going on?

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Written by EroticaLust
Hochgeladen October 5, 2020
Notes Claudette meets Jason at the club where she dances and thinks he's the man who will change her perception about men. She turns out to be wrong.
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