I was inspired u/TalesFromMyPast post to write my own story on how a stripper encouraged me to cum in my pants during a lap dance. I’ve been a long time reader here, but this is my first post. I hope you all enjoy!

This happened about 10 years ago when I was in my early 30’s. I had gone to Atlantic City for a bachelor party with a group of about 10 other guys. The first day there was much of what you would expect for a weekend trip to Atlantic City. Gambling, drinking, clubs, more gambling. To change up the scene, someone suggested that we hit one of the local strip clubs. It didn’t take much convincing and all of us jump into cabs and next thing I know, we are standing at the front door of the club. It was around midnight by the time we got there. Back home, all of the bars and clubs do last call by 1:45am and kick everyone out by 2am. So I thought to myself, well at least we will get 2 hours here before going back to the casino. Much to my surprise, this club was open until 6am!

Normally I’m a tshirt and jeans type of guy. However, earlier in the evening I had made the decision to change into something a little bit nicer since I new we would be hitting some bars and clubs at the casino. I changed into a nice button down shirt and a pair of dress/suit pants. Nothing too fancy, but definitely a few steps up from jeans and a tshirt. At the time that i changed, going to a strip club had not even been talked about, but it turned out to be one of the best decisions I’ve ever made.

This was the type of club that was bring your own alcohol and was fully nude. So after a quick stop at the liquor store, we we’re walking into the club. It was your average strip club. Bar as soon as you walked through the door (you left your alcohol there and the bartender would serve you) two seater couches that led to the stages on either side of the club. At the stage, there were chairs set up to get a front row view of the dancers. I felt like it was cheap(and kind of creepy) to just sit back on the couches and watch from a distance the entire time (these women are at work) so after getting a drink, I immediately went to the stage, sat down and enjoyed watching the some of the dancers. It was a fairly slow night, so the girls were giving us a lot of attention.

After a few songs, an absolute smoke show of a woman (at least in my opinion) stepped up on stage. I remember being absolutely speechless. From what I remember, she was about 5’6, long black hair, tan, nice set of fake tits, a small but firm ass, waxed little pussy, flat stomach and had a bit of a goth vibe to her. She was by far the hottest woman in the club and she knew it. After her time was up and she collected her tip money (mostly from me) she left the stage and went back to the dressing room and I went to sit back on one of the couches where some of the other guys in the group were hanging out. A few minutes later, the smoke show dancer comes out with some very skimpy lingerie on, comes right over to me, chats me up for a minute and asks if I would like a private dance. I think I said yes before she finished her sentence.

She took my hand and led me back to the private are. Handed the money to the cashier outside the door and we went in. It was a large open room with several couches against the wall. Not totally private, but you would have to do some readjusting your seat to see another dancer and customer. The music started and I was already starting to get hard. She began to strip in front of me and I was in heaven. She turned around, sat on my lap, and dear reader, that was all. She basically just sat there. No grinding, no movement, no fake acting. Literally nothing. To say that I was disappointed is an understatement. Any erection I had faded away quickly. Remember how I said that she was the hottest woman in the club and knew it? Well she definitely did. She put in zero effort. She had her money and knew she could get another guy to give a “lap dance” to the second we were done. She was the girl version of s guy that has a huge dick, but just lays there and does nothing because he thinks he does not have to because of the size of his dick.

The song ended and she got up and said “how was it”? I think I said great just to avoid any drama and left the room to meet back up with my friend. I decided I was not going to let it ruin my night. The next few hours were spent drinking and having a great time with my friends and the dancers that came to our table. I did go back to the stage to tip the dancers every so often (again they are working).

Another dancer caught my eye. She was not on the same level of physical attractiveness as the smoke show, but she was still incredibly hot. From what I remember, she was around 5’0, light brown hair, B cup tits and a tight little body. Not quite a spinner, but pretty close. However, it was her energy on stage that really caught my attention. The way she moved her body and got lost in the moment was intoxicating. I was hooked. But I had given up hope on the lap dances at the club given how bad the first one was. I also remember the dj at the club announcing her by her stripper stage name. I can’t remember what it was, but it was generic, so let’s just go with Bubbles. This will be important later.

Around 5:30am the dj makes an announcement that they would be closing in 30 minutes, but were going to be running a special on lap dances. 3 songs for the price of 1. I remember someone else almost ran across the club to go get smoke show and ask for a 3 song lap dance. I just shook my head. But being that the club was closing, I took a chance and walked over to Bubbles and asked if I could take the 3 song lap dance with her. She smiled and looked a little surprised. She said of course.

The way you paid for lap dances in this club was that you walked over to cashier and paid. They gave you a ticket with the girls name in it and then taken to the room. Like I said, I could not remember her name, so I asked her for it. She tells me a completely different name than her stage name. She laughs and tells me she slipped up and gave me her real name. I don’t make a big deal about it and just went with it. Still today I remember her name (and No I will not share it). We will say that the name she gave me was Ann. She says she is going to go to the dressing room to put her tips away and will meet me at the cashier booth.

When I get to the cashier, smoke show and her customer were just finishing up. I step up to the cashier and ask for the 3 song lap dance deal. The cashier asks me which dancer and without thinking I say Ann. Smoke show hears this, immediately whips her head around and screams WTF! I’m caught off guard not knowing what the issue was. Just then, Ann walks out from the back room. Smoke show immediately starts screaming at her. I’m putting the pieces together and realized smoke show is pissed that I knew Ann’s real name. The manager comes out and pulls the girls to the side and and calm’s smoke show down. Ann comes back and apologizes and smoke show grabs her customers hand and storms off to the private room. I think to myself, well I just wasted a bunch of money. Ann has a devilish smile on her face, takes my hand and says, let’s go. We go back to the private area and the bouncer lets us in.

We pass by smoke show and her customer on the way to our couch. Smoke show glares at Ann and Ann just smiles and waves at her. We make it to the couch. The music starts and Ann begins to dance and strip for me. We both know that smoke show is still glaring at us. Ann is standing in front of me and I see her look over at smoke show and just smiles at her again. Ann steps closer to me then straddles me. Not knowing the rules of the club and not wanting to get roughed up by the bouncer, I leave my hands to my sides resting on the couch. Ann leans closer to me and says something but I could not hear her over the music. I lean my head closer as to say I didn’t hear you. She leans in close to my ear and says “my ass is cold”. Not knowing what she meant, I just look at here like a deer in the headlights. She then reaches down and grabs my hands and slowly guides them up the outside of her thighs to her waist then to her ass. She whispers in my ear “think you can warm it up for me”? I tell her I can definitely do that. At this point she is slowly grinding on my half hard cock. Ann leans in again and says “think we can make her even more angry”? I nod and say “absolutely”!

With my hands groping her ass, Ann leans back and starts grinding harder against me. I’m getting harder by the second and my cock is visibly standing straight up. I hate to break it to you readers, but unlike most guys on here, I’m not packing a 10 inch cock. I’m just a little over 5.5 inches with maybe a little more girth than average. My cock is perfectly average and I’m perfectly fine with that. But remember the dress pants? With the thin fabric, it doesn’t constrain my erection like jeans would. As I’m getting harder, Ann can see and feel how hard I am and starts grinding faster. Almost subconsciously I start thrusting my hips to match her movements. I’m practically inside of her with only a thin layer of fabric between us. We start moving faster when Ann leans forward and wraps her arms around me and buries her head in my neck. She is moaning and breathing heavier. With the change of angle, my cock kind of slips out of position, but Ann reaches down between us and readjusts my cock. It only took a second, but her hand on my cock had me throbbing. What I noticed was that her hand didn’t come back out right away. My hands were still on her ass, groping and spread her ass apart. Then I realized why her hand was still down there. She was rubbing her clit while she was grinding on me. She was moaning louder at this point. The only words that I could muster were incoherent “fuck” and “oh shit”. Ann leans back up and is now grinding on me at full speed. My hands have left her ass and I’m gripping her by her hips helping guide her while still thrusting my covered cock against the wet pussy. She starts to play with her tits. I’m so close I can feel it. I look at her and tell her I’m about to cum. I tried so say it quietly, but I had to talk loud enough for her to hear me. She kept up the pace, and began encouraging me. Saying things like, “yes baby” “cum with me” you feel so good”. I felt my cock swell and unload an enormous amount of cum into my pants. My cock twitched and spawned for well over a minute. We were both breathing heavy and looking in each other’s eyes. She told me that she could feel me cumming through my pants.

After I had come down from my orgasm, we both smiled and even kind of laughed with each other. We still had 1 song left. She asked if I wanted her to keep dancing. We ended up with her just sitting on my lap and talking until the song ended. We got up, she hooked her arm in mine and started walking towards the door, passing by smoke show, who looked even more pissed than before and her customer who looked very disappointed.

When we got back out to the main area, the club was closed for the day. Ann gave me a peck of the cheek and told me to enjoy the rest of my weekend. We smiled at each other and parted ways.

When we all got back to the casino, some of the guys went to gamble more and asked if I wanted to join. I knew I had already won the jackpot that night so I headed up to the room to get some sleep.

If you made it this far, thank you for reading. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did remembering this. Like I said, this is my first time writing, so any feedback is appreciated. If there is enough interest, I will write about some of my other experiences.