I gasped.
“But how do you know?” I asked. “That can’t be legal, right?”
“I don’t know for sure,” said Monica, a little sadly. “But I’ve been on-line dating for a long time, and you develop a sixth sense, I guess. When it looks too good to be true, it usually is.”
That statement made me go quiet because my friend’s right. Still, the swimmer had been insanely good-looking and my insides tingled from the memory. Meanwhile, Monica perked back up again.
“At least the service is free,” she said cheerily. “Matchy doesn’t have a membership fee, so I’m not out anything. Come on,” she said. “That’s enough for now. Besides, you look exhausted, girl. Do you still need to head to the Donkey tonight?”
I sat back with a groan before throwing a hand over my eyes. Oh shit, I’d forgotten that I was booked for a couple sets at the club in a few hours. Even worse, I was doing the Blue Light Special tonight, with a lot of eyeballs and cash coming my way. It was going to be full-speed action and I needed to get ready pronto.
“That’s what I thought,” said my friend sympathetically. “Come on, I’ll get you some soup and you can nap for a couple hours before heading over. Blue Light’s at midnight,” she reminded me.
I sighed. I was so tired … but my body was already starting to tingle with anticipation at the special treat coming my way.
5
Mason
The dancer was gorgeous. I wasn’t expecting much for a place called the Donkey Club, but the girl on stage blew away all my expectations.
First, she could move. The other sets left a lot to be desired because the other girls were like robots jerking around stiffly, relying on their nudity and smiles to get tips. A couple of them even moving off-beat if you asked me.
But this girl was different. She wasn’t just sex in heels, but rather she was almost artistic in her expression. Her back arched as she raised a long leg into the air, her athleticism and grace combining for an extraordinary performance.
And those assets … God, but I could see how guys ended up broke after coming to these joints. The blonde was perfectly proportioned with huge Double Ds, a tiny waist, and wide, curvy hips. She had an ass too, the kind that would give Kim Kardashian or Blac Chyna a run for their money. It’s the kind girls go to plastic surgeons to buy, but this dancer was all real as far as I could tell. There was nothing plastic about the woman. Instead, everything bounced naturally, rising and falling with a sweet, rhythmic beat as she gyrated against the pole, leaving a sweet slick of fluid where her pussy touched the golden metal.
Because that’s the kind of place this was. The woman was totally nude except for a pair of high heels, and only a sweet smile accompanied that amazing body. But damn, it looked good. The blonde dancer knew how to flirt too, and threw her hair over one shoulder before shimmying her bottom in my direction.
Discreetly, I whipped out my boner, giving myself a good stroke under the table. Fortunately, I was in the back and hidden in the dark because it wouldn’t exactly be great if people knew that Mason Phillips was at the Donkey Club. As a swim champion and Olympic hopeful, I was supposed to be a model of clean living. I was supposed to be a golden boy who could sell Wheaties, cars, and Ben-Gay, so long as it had my face plastered on the advertisement. I was not somebody who should be frequenting dives like the Donkey Club.
But the pressure gets to be a little much sometimes. Every day it’s the same. Hit the pool, breakfast, hit the pool again, lunch, dry-land training, meet with my manager, dinner, and then early to bed. It’s a routine, and it’s supposed to make me into a high-performance machine. But my relentless schedule also makes me lose my mind, so I’ve been sneaking out recently at night to hit up some strip clubs to let loose.
I’d done my research. Club Luxe, Pearl and Strokers were too high profile. Someone might recognize me at the classy joints, so I’d turned to the bottom of the barrel. The Wet Beaver, the Pink Panther, and now the Donkey Club are my go-to’s. This was actually my first night trying out the Donkey and I have to say that it wasn’t exactly great until the blonde stripper stepped on stage.
I watched with appreciation as she gyrated on pole, my hand going faster and faster under the table. Damn, she was athletic! The sweet girl raised one leg high up until she was literally doing the vertical splits, with one high heel propped up on the pole as the other balanced on the ground. Her pussy gleamed for all to see, that beautiful pink flesh steamy and aroused.