I didn’t realize what a tiger I had.

When Lara said she wanted to go on a wild date, I thought I’d let her pick the spot. She was dressed in the tightest open-backed fuck-me dress I have ever seen. Her body never looked more firm. Her blue eyes sparkled, her black hair fell perfectly over her bare shoulders. Her beautiful tits, resting firmly against the sheer material, were begging to be touched.

“Let’s go to a strip club,” she suggested. Who was I to argue? Once we made it to the car, she immediately grabbed my dick out of my jeans and started to stroke me ever so gently. I know this was a keep-my-interest session, not a quick handjob. For ten miles she slowly stroked me. I nearly let loose a few times, only to have her hold me back. All the while she continued with her normal conversations, as if nothing else was going on.

When we walked into the strip club I saw a long-legged dancer onstage, wearing nothing but a pink G-string. Her long blonde hair and perfect firm tits swayed vigorously to the loud music. I wanted to find a table in the back of the room, but my woman grabbed my hand and walked right up to the stage. She made sure every guy was watching her. She would let her hand drop down to brush across their legs as we maneuvered through the crowd. When she would get a little too close for comfort, she would stop and look the guy in the eye, smile ever so sexily, and say, “Oh, I’m sorry.”

Once up front, Lara shouted out to the dancer, “Come on, baby, give it to ‘em.” The woman was more encouraged by Lara’s shouting than by the hoots and hollers of the men. As she danced around the stage, teasingly taking off her G-string, she would glance at most of the men but stop for what seemed like a solo performance for us, or maybe for Lara. When the stripper finally took it all off, she left nothing to the imagination. She opened her blond bush up for all to see. When she got to us, she slowly slipped one of her long manicured fingers into herself, removed it slowly, and deposited her juice on one of her erect nipples.

Lara was speechless. She said this was the most perfect, beautiful woman she had ever seen naked. After the next performer went on stage, the blonde approached us with her drink tray. She took our orders, and told Lara that later there would be an amateur contest and she should enter. She planted a friendly kiss directly on Lara’s red lips, saying she couldn’t wait to see her show.

About an hour later Lara was hot and ready to go. She went backstage with her new friend to try on some of her clothes. When the music started and Lara’s name was announced, there was no stopping her; she danced around the stage with the energy of a tigress. She glared at the men, and at the same time melted for them. She gave them her little-girl stares, and then as the music picked up, let loose with her “I’m going to fuck you hard, right now” look.

The blonde waitress stood next to me with her arm in mine, telling me how great Lara was doing. Toward the end of the song, now totally naked, Lara began the performance of her life. From our few times in bed I knew that nothing sets her off more than to do herself while I talked to her and watched. I couldn’t imagine what would happen in front of 75 guys.

She went all the way. As the song ended she already had two fingers up her juicy pussy, one of them running hard and fast over her clit. The announcer and the guys didn’t applaud, cheer, or say a word, they just watched. Lara must have lost consciousness as she came. She was screaming and moaning like a wild animal. Her hot juice squirted out onto the stage. The blonde squeezed my arm. When Lara hit her last spasm and collapsed onto the stage, the room burst with the roaring cheer of some very lucky and horny guys.

She won the $200 contest. And after Lara came back to me, our waitress said the manager okayed Lara to work in the private booths if she wanted to tonight. The guys pay $20 each for a five-minute talk session. Our blonde friend said she would be all right in there: The guys are real friendly and courteous to the girls; they just want to be with a cute naked girl urging them to shoot their stuff.

Keeping half the fee, Lara made an additional $100. As we said good-bye to Allie, our new waitress friend, she kissed Lara passionately. They sucked and groped each other for about a minute. Lara told me on the way home — again performing slow strokes on me as we drove, to keep me hard for her later performance — that she really enjoyed her wild date.

She said Allie got her worked up before Lara first went on stage by rubbing her clit and tweaking her nipples. She also told me about each guy in the booth. She described their dicks and the different ways they jerked off and how much they came. She said the last guy was slamming his pole so hard, but couldn’t get off. She had lowered her head to the top of his dick and begged him to come on her. She screamed at him, please come, she needed it so bad — all this, reenacted in the car. She said that’s all he’d needed; he shot five or six times in her mouth. She said she didn’t mind; he was very cute. To get him back another time, she kissed him good-bye, fully planting her come-filled mouth and sticky face on his. Even with Lara’s expert hand, she couldn’t hold me back. I shot off four hours of built-up tension, there in the car.

And we were both immediately ready for more. We ran upstairs to my house, and we started fucking like teenagers. But she picked up the portable phone and called Allie. Our whole session was announced play by play with her new friend — one I knew she would see again.