The HubbaHubba Club: a Strip Joint with hot waitresses and hotter dancers....
Frank Jones walked into the Hubba-Hubba, a strip club with hot waitresses and even hotter dancers. He took a table near the stage.

“Hi, Frank,” Chrissie Walker said, flashing her generous cleavage at Frank. Chrissie was one of the reasons the Hubba-Hubba had its rep. She was 5-foot-10-inches tall, beautiful pixie face, wavy blonde hair, seductive electric blue eyes, all-natural 44FF-25-35 figure, long and luscious legs, and a tight butt. She was almost wearing a tiny shirt with two buttons, skin-tight short shorts, and cowgirl boots with three-inch heels, not that her ass and legs needed the help. “What can I getcha, besides a lap dance?” she asked, leaning in to Frank and giving him a long look at her very generous cleavage.

“Just my usual, Chrissie,” Frank said. “Hey, when are you gonna get up there and dance for us? I bet you’d make a ton of money in tips,” he said, looking at the proffered view and giving Chrissie a $50.00 bill to pay for his drink.

“Why, silly,” she said, leaning up against him, “if I did that, who’d get your woody up with a lap dance?” She let her hand fall into his lap. “Oops; sorry about that,” Chrissie said. “That was an ‘accident.’”. Frank could hear the air quotes. “I’ll be right back with your Coke and change.” She made sure he got a really good look at her cleavage before she left.

She brought Frank’s soda over and sat in his lap. She unbuttoned her top, showing Frank her red ultra-sheer bra. She got up and he opened his legs. She stepped in between and leaned over, her titanic tits almost falling out of her bra. She slowly swung her giant jugs side to side; Frank’s eyes were glued to the incredible view, and he started to drool, just a little. She turned around and bent over, giving him a view of her perfect ass. She wiggled it in his face, not quite touching him. She then moved it down to just over his crotch. She began gyrating in a slow, suggestive, seductive manner. She turned around and looked at Frank, fire in her eyes. She started grinding her crotch on his, causing his pole to rise even more. She stood up and turned around, placing her legs outside of his. She slowly lowered herself into his lap, staying just a half-inch above his crotch. She gyrated her pussy above his peckerhead as she leaned in to Frank and seductively whispered, “When are you gonna ask me out, Frank? I’m getting hot and horny dancing for you.”

“Well… uh…” Frank stammered. He couldn’t believe what he’d heard. He’d been dreaming about dating Chrissie for a long time, but he couldn’t work up the nerve to ask her. “What time do you get off tonight?” he quickly asked her, before he lost his courage.

“About five minutes after you enter me,” she said with a wicked grin. “See you after closing.” She ended her dance with the end of the song playing for the stripper on stage. She buttoned her top up and stood up, taking her tray.

“Hey, Chrissie,” Frank said, getting her attention. “Will this keep you here with me until closing?” he asked, handing her five $100.00 bills.

“That sure will, honey,” she said, her voice dripping with honey and lust. She sat back down in his lap, folded the bills in half, and stuck them into her right bra cup. “I’ll just put these here for safe-keeping.” She lightly kissed him on the cheek. “I need to go to the ladies room and talk to the boss. Do you mind?” she asked, getting up.

“No, you go ahead. I’m not going anywhere,” he said, thinking about what he and Chrissie might do after the bar closed.

Chrissie came back 20 minutes later, wearing a mid-length coat and three-inch spike heels. “The boss said I could leave early,” she said. “Where do you want to go?”

“How do you feel about that 24-hour place down the road for some coffee and ice cream?” Frank suggested.

“Sounds good to me,” she replied, turning her 10,000-volt gaze on him.

They went to his car, and he opened the passenger door and helped her in. He got in the driver’s seat and Chrissie said, “I have a little gift for you.” She handed him a small bundle and opened her coat. “It’s my underwear,” she said, showing Frank her body in all its nude glory. “I hope you know what to do with this,” she said, smiling wickedly.

Frank gulped and drove off into the night. He took her to his place. “This isn’t the 24-hour place,” she said with mock horror. “You brought me to your apartment building. You plan on raping me! You’re going to tear my clothes off!!” she said, taking off her coat. “You’re going to force me to suck your cock!!!” She unzipped his pants and pulled out his 14-inch long, 4-inch thick woody, sucking the head in and stroking his shaft until he was hard as steel, then slowly taking all his length into her hot, ready mouth and throat. She deep throated him for a couple of minutes, then pulled her mouth all the way to his tip. She tongued his cock eye, and a small dollop of juice came out.

She popped his cock out of her lips, pushed her seat back, reclined it as far as it would go, spread her legs and said, “You’re going to get on top of me and ravage my body and force yourself into me and have your savage way until you cum deep inside my cunt and make me pregnant!!!”

He took off his pants, climbed in between her luscious legs, leaned over her and said, “I hope you like huge cocks raping your cunt, bitch. I’m going to ream you a new pussy, and maybe a new asshole, too!!” He slammed his lips on hers and thrust his tongue into her mouth. She eagerly accepted his tongue lashing and returned the favor with hers. He squeezed her tits, pinching her nipples. She groaned and said, “Rape me. Force your monster cock into my pussy. Fuck me with it ‘til I’m black and blue.”

He suited his actions to her words. He mounted her, and her cunt was so hot and wet that he was able to completely bury his massive manhood in her willing womanhood in one hard thrust. “YES!!!” she screamed, “Just like that!! Fuck me with it!! Make me CUM!!” He started stroking her pussy slowly, but soon he was going full tilt, pulling out to the very tip and thrusting back in hard and fast.

“That’s it… that’s it!!!” she screamed. ‘I’m so fucking close…” He bit a nipple as she reached down and pinched her clit. “AAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHH!!!!!!” she cried, as a massive orgasm shot from the depths of her ravaged cunt out to encompass her entire body. “OOOOOOHHHHH, GGGODDDDD, IT’S SO GOOD!!!” she cried, wave after wave of sexual pleasure coursing through her.

“AAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!” Frank said, releasing wad after wad after wad of his cock cream into Chrissie’s over-stimulated pussy. He had never cum that hard before in his life. He collapsed on top of her.

“Sir,” Chrissie said, “you have overstepped your bounds!!” She smiled at him and kissed him deeply, playing tonsil hockey with Frank. “You have taken my honor forcibly. What do you intend to do about it?

“Nothing, at the current time,” Frank replied. “We’ll have to discuss it up in my apartment. Shall we go?” He gave Chrissie her coat and helped her into it.

“Yes, let’s,” she said, smiling mischievously. She helped him get his pants back on. “We have much to discuss.”

They got out of the car and went up to his place….


2014-06-25 07:48:43
Hate to tell you, anonymous reader, but Chrissie Walker is NOT Cindy Lou Martin, nor is she Charlene.

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2012-01-06 09:34:29
You are so aowesme for helping me solve this mystery.

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