[theman]

Edit: Managed to go over the max upload size set in VB or the webserver the first time I posted, creating a blank post.... Here's a version broke into multiple posts.

Gotta say I love Google for caching this, because I didn't have a copy on my computer! ;p
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Kristin stripped off her lacy, black bra, her left arm already grasping the pole that extended from the stage to the ceiling, and then she slipped her right arm through the bra strap. Jason watched as she jumped on the pole and spun around, flipping upside down skillfully, letting her bra slip off her left arm.

The room was dark and smoky with a brightly lit stage that curved away softly on each side of its center which jutted into the middle of the room.

Kristin could see Jason when she spun upside down, her large, natural tits flopping down, and she was a little taken aback that he was there for the fourth time in five days. Kristin went around the pole for another spin and noticed Jason was only watching her and not even glancing at the other stripper on a sub stage 15 feet back. She grabbed the pole with her arm pointing down and spun around it, grabbing the pole with her feet, holding them like she was bow legged.

Jason was drowsy from the atmosphere and the alcohol, but woke up instantly when he saw Kirsten upside down, her thong the only thing just barely covering her perfect ass. Her body spun around the pole, her tits following slightly behind, before she stopped, holding the pole at her waist level and holding her back parallel to the ground.

Jason admired her pussy through her tiny, see through, lacy, black thong as she ran her right hand up her left leg and thigh while still holding onto the pole with her left hand. She ran her hand over her pussy, and flipped her hair down dramatically before flipping backward and laying on the ground. She spread her legs as wide as she could and started slowly pulling her thong down her legs. The thong got stuck on her thighs, and she quickly flung her legs together, pulling the thong off before she spread her legs as wide as they would go again.

Jason had no shame as he stared at her bald cunt.

Kristin stood up, seductively blowing the crowd a kiss. She walked the edge of the stage, and a few people threw money on the stage as she walked by. She hated doing shows when there were only four or five people watching, but any money was better than no money. Jason threw a ten down when she walked by. She leaned backward and spread her legs showing him her sexy pussy before standing up and shifting her ass, walking back to the silver pole. Jason threw down another ten when she had spread her legs for him. He wanted to fuck her so bad, but she never did private shows in the back room like all the other strippers. Some nights she didn't even take her thong off if the crowd wasn't big.

Kristin had been a stripper for about three months. She was a junior in college and found money to be tighter than she expected once tuition, books, and rent was paid. Her parents had paid for her freshman year, but they cut her off when her grades sagged. She had tried working at a few places, but none of them paid enough. One of her friends had told her drunk one night that she had been a stripper for a little while, and the money was unbelievably good. She was kind of skeptical at first, but after she went to a strip bar and checked things out she hesitantly accepted a job as a bar tender at a strip club. She had to be topless, but that didn't bother her that much.

Kristin had always been fairly happy with her body. She was 5'3'' with tan skin and nicely sized 36D tits. She had small pink nipples that matched the color of her pussy. Kristin's favorite part of her body next to her tits was her ass. It was perfect, and she knew it, always walking in a manner as to flaunt it. She often caught guys watch her ass once she walked past, but she had no problem with her body, so it never bothered her.

Kristin spun around the pole, her tits facing the outside, and then she flipped upside down before finding her self flipping her legs over her head, giving the small crowd a nice view of her ass and pussy as she looked back at them through her wide spread legs.

It wasn't like Jason to go to strip clubs, but he had come to Kristin's a few nights before and had immediately developed some perverse attraction to her. That night he couldn't fall asleep because he was so horny. He bitterly masturbated before falling asleep. After work the next day he had to help a friend move to his new apartment, but the day after that he was right infront of the stage, eyes glued on Kristin. On the outside he was calm as he walked towards the bouncer guarding the hallway to the backrooms, but inside he was dying to just touch Kristin's perfect body.

"Can I help you?" The burly bouncer questioned him before he even reached the doorway, but he had been expecting this.

"Yeah, uhhh I would like some uhh time with the girl that was just on the stage." He had never said anything like that before, so he wasn't sure how to word it in the most politically correct.

"She don't do private shows," The bouncer crushed his dream, and Jason walked away in defeat.

Kristin knew she could make a ton more money with private sessions, but she had only had sex with a few different guys and didn't like the idea of whoring her self out. Also, she knew she had to set some limits for her self or she would get too wrapped up in that life style -- she did have to go to classes by day after all.

One of her big fears was seeing someone she knew from the university in the club, but it hadn't happened yet, and it had been 3 months since she started bar tending there.

Jason wanted to fuck her so bad. He wanted her perfect ass surrounded his cock as he slowly slid in her pussy, the warmth caressing him, but it was impossible.

He even asked her directly one night when she was hanging around the bar. She was at the end of the bar, and he was two seats down. One of the bouncers shot her a look questioning if she wanted him to interfere, but she answered subtly with her eyes that she was ok when Jason started a conversation. He asked how long she had been a stripper, and she answered. He looked back forward down at his glass of beer, and then looked up to look at the bartender's tits as she talked to another customer. After a minute Kristin started to walk over, but Jason looked at her like he was about to say something. For some reason she felt vulnerable and was glad she had clothes on as skimpy as they were.

"So uhh... you don't do private sessions?"

"No. I'm sorry; it's just not my thing. I'm about to go on stage though!" She knew he knew she was about to go on stage. He had been there four times in a week, and he was starting to creep her out. She considered requesting him to be removed and restricted from coming to the bar, but a good chunk of her money was from him alone, making her decide she would wait until he gave her a reason to do that.

"So there's no price at all?" The question had taken Kristin aback... She had to think for a minute. She did want a new car, and that would be a step closer if she crazy over charged him. She almost did it, but she remembered her limit of not having sex with anyone, and besides, he could become a repeat client which would entirely violate her boundary.

"No, I'm sorry." She said it quickly as she walked to the stage to begin her show.

The show went fine... It was a fairly large crowd, and most the people were watching Kristin instead of the other two strippers. When she became a stripper she quickly became the club's main one. Kristin danced for about an hour noticing that the entire time Jason's eyes didn't leave her. He looked almost hungy while he gazed at her. He had decided he would have her; he would fuck her! He just had to figure out how. He thought about offering a lot of money, but of course he didn't have that.... He decided he would follow her home. It would be simple. He would follow her home and wait. Wait until she was asleep. Then, he would break into her house, and find her and make her his. She was a stripper after all, was it really that wrong? He tried to justify it.

A little voice in the back of his head felt shameful and angry at him for even thinking about it seriously, but he had been in the military on active duty for 4 years and hadn't even been around women. He had to get something!

He left the bar just before he knew she would, knowing that would look the least suspicious.

Jason sat in his small, black car for about 10 minutes starting to wonder if maybe she was staying later tonight. Kristin walked out wearing jeans and a T-shirt -- the most clothes Jason had seen on her. She got in her small, red, old sports car and headed to her house. She was tired, and couldn't wait to get home and watch some TV or maybe just go to sleep.

Jason gave her a minute head start before he entered out into the road, her car easily in eye sight. She lived maybe ten miles away, and luckily, the trip was mainly on a highway. Had he came up behind her at a stop light or something, she would have recognized him and probably freaked out. He watched her pull into the drive way of some small house. Jason was correct in figuring her room mate was gone. It was about 10:30 so night had already consumed the streets in an ever going battle with street lamps, but Jason wanted to be safe anyway. He parked across the street 3 houses down.

Jason figured she wouldn't go to sleep for a while, so he had time to spare. He drove to a gas station, making careful mental directions of how to get back to her house. He bought some duct tape and some quarter inch nylon rope. The female clerk looked at him oddly when he got the items, but nothing about it was illegal or even out of the ordinary unless one had a devious mind.

Kristin had noticed the car a couple times, and could have sworn she saw it follow her down her quaint street, but she relaxed when she looked out her window and the street was empty. Kristin slumped on the couch and grabbed the TV remote from an oak coffee table beside the black leather couch. Kristin walked back to her bedroom and changed into shorts. She had never been able to get comfortable in blue jeans.