Lisa was a stunningly beautiful young woman and as bright as she was beautiful. She
wasn’t seeing any one exclusively, but she had several boyfriends she went out with. She
became sexually active at an early age and enjoyed every aspect of sex she encountered
thus far. In fact, sex was about the only thing she did enjoy. She didn’t particularly
like getting high as so many of her friends did. To Lisa getting high meant losing control
and being out of control was not something she relished.
As she looked out over the city, she remembered her afternoon adventure. One of
her boyfriends had left a throwaway magazine that listed all the city’s hot spots,
restaurants, nightclubs, and other entertainment businesses. Toward the back of the little
magazine were the entertainment establishments of an adult nature. Mostly strip clubs,
titty bars and escort services.
One ad caught her eye. It was announcing the opening of the area’s newest private
club for discriminating ladies and gentlemen. The Zebra Club had a full-page ad
announcing the club’s location and the fact that over fifty exotic women would be dancing
there.
The address was not in an area she was familiar with so she got in her expensive
little sports car and drove to the location. She arrived and parked in the spacious lot.
Lisa sat and watched the activity for a while. Workmen seemed busy doing whatever workmen
did. Some men seemed to be putting the final touches on the running neon zebras along the
top of the building.
While Lisa watched, she saw some white women enter the building. Some came out
after a brief time. One was staying in the building.
Lisa realized that just being in that part of town was exciting to her. She saw
that there were a lot of black people and many brown skinned people in the neighborhood.
She almost felt as if she was visiting a foreign country. While she waited, she spotted a
building across the street and a sign that said “soul food.”
Lisa obeyed the impulse to check it out and found it was a delightful place to eat.
Not that she recognized very much on the menu. She was aware she got a lot of different
looks from the employees and patrons of the restaurant. Some looks expressed curiosity
and some were frankly lustful.
Lisa was used to men and even some women looking at her lustfully. They had been
doing that since she developed boobs and she expected it. She had never understood her
female peers who claimed they didn’t like men looking at them. It made little sense to her
to dress sexy and hope no one noticed.
After her lunch of soul food, she started to drive back downtown to her apartment
but again obeyed the impulse and went back to the parking lot of the Zebra Club. She
waited and watched not knowing what she was doing there. All she knew was she wasn’t
bored. While she waited, a pretty young white girl came out of the club and walked across
the parking lot to where Lisa sat.
“You aren’t going downtown are you?” the young woman said.
“I am,” Lisa said. “I was just about to leave so hop in and I’ll give you a ride.”
“Thanks,” the girl said getting in the small vehicle. “I have no idea when the next
bus comes by here. You are a lifesaver. I guess I could walk, but I’m too fucking tired to
put one foot in front of the other. Are you applying for a dancing job?”
“No, I was just curious. Are you applying?”
“Not any longer,” the girl said with a big smile. “I had my interview and I got a
job.”
“I see,” Lisa said. “Dancing was what made you so tired?”
“Hell no,” the girl said laughing. “It wasn’t the dancing. I only did one set and
then he got right down to the nitty-gritty. I fucked that big man to a standstill.” She
laughed. “Okay, he fucked me to a standstill. That big black fucker was on and in me for
nearly a full hour. I like to never got all his cum out of my pussy.”
“You had to have sex with a black man to get the job?” Lisa asked feeling something
stirring within she didn’t recognize.
“I didn’t have to,” the girl said. “He suggested it and it seemed like a good idea.
Boy, was it a good idea. Best fuck I’ve had in…well, best ever.”
“I’ve heard black men are well endowed,” Lisa said. “In the penis department, I
mean.”
“Endowed?” her passenger said. “If you mean hung, some are and some aren’t but that
big fucker was hung very well. He’s not only big he knows how to use it, too. That damned
this never did get completely soft. I think I’m going to like working there.”
“I gather he wasn’t your first black man,” Lisa said.
“Oh hell no. I like fucking black men. Any black man will do, but occasionally you
find a real stud and that makes all the rest of the fucking worthwhile. Walter is a real
stud.”
“Walter? He’s the man who interviewed you?”
“Yeah, Walter Mosley. He’s the owner and head nigger.”
“I didn’t think that was an acceptable word these days,” Lisa said.
“If you are a white woman and you let the brothers fuck you, it is. You can call
them about anything you want, when they get a big black cock in your snatch or think they
are going to get some pussy. You can let me off up there on the corner if you want. I
live a few blocks over, but I’m rested enough to walk the rest of the way.”
“I’m in no hurry,” Lisa said. “I’ll be happy to take you on home.” She was, in
fact, enjoying the ribald conversation with the other girl. It was a refreshing change
from her usual companions. “My name is Lisa, by the way.”
“I’m Keri,” the woman said. “Since you are so nice, I’ll offer you a beer when we
get to my place. It’s right up there and you can park on the street. We can visit while I
take another shower. I’m not at all sure I got all his cum out of me. Walter out some in
there deeper than usual.”
Keri’s apartment was nice but nothing like Lisa’s condo. Keri got them both a
bottle of beer, led Lisa to the bathroom, and started the water. Without a hint of
modesty, Keri stripped her clothes off and got in the shower. Lisa sipped her beer and sat
on the commode. She wasn’t usually a beer drinker, but she found the brew tasted good to
her.
“So have you been a dancer very long?” Lisa asked Keri thru the plastic shower
curtain.
“Yeah, several years as a professional exotic dancer,” the woman answered. “I was
working at the Pink Pussycat until I met Walter. I guess I’ll give them notice when I go
in tomorrow night. Not that they would notice. The owner has let the Pussycat go downhill.
The girls are mostly skanks and they don’t screen the customers very well. Ugly girls mean
fewer customers and lousy tips.”
“How will the new place be any different?” Lisa asked.
“It’s a private club so he can sell booze. Men who come to strip joints want to see
tits, ass, and pussy while getting shitfaced. Drunk men tip better and want more table
dances. The Zebra will offer private rooms for private stuff and that’s where the real
money is for a stripper. Walter is only going to have pretty girls dancing for him and
that will bring in a lot of customers.”
“How does one become a professional exotic dancer?” Lisa asked.
“Like any other profession you have to know how to do the job. It doesn’t take much
in the way of skill. A girl has to be fairly attractive. A great rack helps, but isn’t
necessary. Just as long as she has tits as big or bigger than a mosquito bite. A dancer
has to have a sense of rhythm and be able to move but the real key is attitude.”
“Attitude? I don’t understand.” Lisa said.
“It’s all in the mind,” Keri said opened the shower curtain and stepping out.
“Every swinging dick in the place has to think he can fuck the dancer. He has to believe
that she’ll go home with him and they fuck the night away. The dancer has to be able to
project that idea. Like, ‘I’m here and these tits and this pussy are just for you so toss
me some money, stud.’ If a dancer can make them feel that way, she’ll make a lot of
moola.”
Lisa found she couldn’t tear her eyes away from the woman’s shaved pubes. There
wasn’t a single hair to spoil the view of her pussy.
“Would you look at this,” Keri said spreading her legs and labia. “That fucker
nearly destroyed my cunt, but it was a great fuck. It’s a shame I’m not working tonight.
Showing off a well fucked pussy might be a great draw for the guys.”
“So,” Lisa said making herself look somewhere other than the pussy on display. “I
assume you have the attitude.”
“I do,” Keri said finishing the drying task. “I have the attitude and luckily I
have a nice pair of tits and a great ass. I’m going to do real good at the Zebra Club.”
“I get that you strip and dance on stage,” Lisa said. “I assume a table dance is
where you get on the table and dance?”
“No, not on the table. Just at their table. It’s still a public dance, just
closer.”
“I see,” Lisa said. “And what goes on in the private rooms?”
“Anything and everything, “Keri said laughing. “Who knows what goes on behind
closed doors? Truthfully, the private rooms are there for the high rollers. I wouldn’t go
in the room for less than two hundred fifty dollars. For that much the customer can get in
some touchy-feely and maybe a hand job. If he’s looking for more he’ll damn well pony up
more. If a couple dudes want to share a room with a girl, we’re looking at a minimum of
four hundred bucks.”
“Just to touch you?” Lisa asked astonished.
“Maybe a bit more than touching for that much money. Maybe I’d jerk them off or
give a little head if they are nice enough. I’ve always found it best to find out exactly
what they want and get the price arranged before going in the room.”
“What if they want more than a hand job or some head?” Lisa asked. She couldn’t
understand why the subject fascinated her so much.
“If it’s fucking they want, I make them tell me up front,” Kira said putting on a
skimpy pair of panties. “I get the money and drop it off before we go in and get down to
business. I worked a place over on the gulf coast a few years ago and I didn’t get to
dance much. I spent most of my time in the box getting fucked or sucking some guy’s cock.
Made damned good money until the owner got cross-ways with the local law and got closed
down. That’s why I’m here in Hot-lanta.” She laughed. “Well, that and my husband got
deployed and is overseas.”
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