9: Leopard Stripper¶
My Version¶
I’d given my Executive Chef (yes, I have a personal chef who lives with me and cooks for me…) the task of planning my 50th birthday party. He loves to plan events, and this was one I wasn’t really looking forward to. (Getting older isn’t my kink.) So I gave him a budget and told him to go to town on it. (He was very excited.)
Beyond the usual decorations and inviting everyone I knew, he went for two big items for it. One, a hair styling appointment with a very famous stylist/color specialist who’s usually off teaching color theory and rarely actually in town. The second of course, a stripper for the evening.
The night of the event comes around and I’m asked to sequester myself in the bedroom and allow them to setup. Also to hand over the wad of cash for the dancer. I play my part and wait patiently as I hear them getting setup. Eventually my time comes and they shyly ask me to wear a blindfold and lead me out to my chair for the show.
The music starts and my blindfold is removed, and… Fuck… It’s a small Asian girl in a Star Trek uniform standing on a stripper pole platform. I’m doomed. So fucking doomed. (This is what happens when your staff knows you and panders to your kinks…)
She is looking at me with an intense ferocity, and I want her badly. The song kicks off and she’s got some mad wiggle. She’s alternatively all over the pole and grinding in my lap. All I can think of is wanting her all over my pole. Definitely a quality entertainer. I keep my hands to myself like a proper gentleman, growling instinctively whenever she’s pressed to me. But she’s not having that and pulls my hands onto her. Who am I to deny a hungry lady? I growl more intensely as my hands roam her body. Her clothing isn’t long for the world and I’m definitely loving the view of this naked kitten on my floor and lap.
The number over, she cleans up her clothing and changes into some loose harem pants. We invite her to stay for the party if she likes. She takes up the offer and I find out she was planning to take the traditional birthday spanking. I take her back to my room and let her pick out the implement of her choice for her impending spanking. As I recall she had quite the pleasant reaction to seeing the huge wardrobe full of toys to pick from. A part of me hopes I’ll get the chance to use a lot more than just this one on her.
And standing in front of me without her stripper heels, fuck she’s tiny. Can’t even be five feet I’m sure. I’d need to lean down to rest my chin on her head. She picks out a foam-wrapped steel bar to be her implement of choice. A very good pick for deep thuddy sensations.
Back in the main room, she’s down on her knees over the couch and clearly into it as I bring the paddle she picked down on her covered ass. I ask if she’d like to feel the spanking bare and her pants are down in a flash. She’s loving it as I spank her. I’m gentle, but she’s clearly having a blast.
Finished, we chat a bit and then somehow end up back in my bedroom. It’s my party and I am definitely going to enjoy the gift I’ve been given. (She wasn’t paid for this part, I did check before enjoying.) We’re rolling around on the bed and she lets me know there can’t be any kissing or penetration, as she’s laying naked before me. Her body language is screaming “FUCK ME!” but she says that’s not on the menu so I respect her wishes.
Instead, I make it my mission to make her need me in the worst way. I’m licking every part of her that is exposed without letting my tongue touch her clit, just close enough to make her imagine how good it would feel. I’m licking her neck and making her wish she could feel my tongue on her lips. (Either pair.) My nails are gripping her hips and pulling her naked body against me and she’s absolutely soaked. It’s obvious how wet and needy she is. Clearly if I did try to fuck her she wouldn’t actually stop me. If I took my pants off, I know I’d be balls deep inside her bare within seconds. But she’s said not to and I’m a gentleman, even if I’m an evil one at times like this.
Plus, I want to see her again. I don’t want this to be a one-time thing. Best to be a good partner and respect her, and just leave her desperate for more next time.
The night ends with me walking to her car, smiling and deeply hoping I’ll see her again. (And I do, but that’s another story…)
Her Version¶
The Leopard was kind enough to contribute her version of that night’s events…
I got lucky. I never thought I would meet a Dragon, but here we are. I think the way we met is a rather entertaining story, and I didn’t expect a random stripping gig I accepted would end up opening a new chapter in my life. It seems like meeting a Dragon does such things. For that, I am a very grateful leopard— the animal he christened me as and I took fondly to.
It was early January, and I was on the road. During the day I worked a normal human job, and at night I moonlighted as a stripper and preformer. At this point, I had been dancing, stripping, and preforming for about 5 years. After an insanely lucky referral, I ended up getting booked for kinky shows in the kink capital of the world, San Francisco.
Being first exposed to the kink scene was incredible, especially in SF. It’s like going to the circus, but with whips, chains, fire, and lots and lots of rope. But above all, I think people who engage in kink are some of the kindest and most loving people in this world. After meeting many incredible humans who lived and breathed Folsom, my heart longed to actually meet someone from “The Old Guard”. To talk to them, to learn from them. At that moment in early January, I thought they were ancient history, ravaged by the AIDS epidemic and to only live on in photographs.
As I was driving, a message from a preformers group chat popped into my notifications.
I was a bit chagrined that someone had already responded (first come first serve is usually the protocol with these things) but I threw my hat into the ring- why not? Pay was good, and I had been itching to do private parties after my stint in the strip club. I wasn’t expecting a response, but I soon got a direct message-
“Hey love! Do you have any nerdy costumes you could wear?”
And so I was chosen to do my first private party ever. We worked out the terms of the contract- I would bring my pole to set up at a house party, give the birthday Dragon a lap dance in front of his friends dressed up in a nerdy outfit, and do about a 30 minute set afterwards. An idea popped into my mind-
My home club would take the birthday patrons on stage, give them a lap dance, take off their belt, and two strippers would give the patron a belt spanking. It’s pretty entertaining, and I highly recommend it if you ever want to have a memorable night with your friends.
The response:
And then the iconic closet picture was sent to me. A magical closet of wondrous torture. My jaw dropped. A member of the Old Guard giving my ass a spanking? I didn’t even know there were any left! I may be a bit slow, but I know when opportunity smacks me over the head with a bat. Or in this case, my ass. And of course, I had to take it.
The night of the gig comes. I show up with my pole to a large house, with lots of people. I’m nervous- it’s my first solo gig. But I knew that one of the safest places for my naked, nervous ass to be dancing around strangers was in front of San Francisco kinksters who valued consent.
The first thing I noticed as I lugged my equipment into the house were the two human sized cages in the front room. Oh, that’s new to me. Pet play was a very new concept to me. And one of the cages was made of beautiful wood and lit up. “Jesus Christ, that’s fucking expensive. These SF kinksters sure spend a lot of money on a good time,” I thought as I set up my pole. The birthday attendees were huddled together in the cage room, excited about the upcoming entertainment. I learned they were all very sweet pet players. Meanwhile, the mysterious birthday Dragon was locked up, somewhere in the house, as I got his surprise ready: me!
The pole was set up, and I had to get dressed. I was ushered into a dark room to prepare myself. In the dim light I could make out some decor. Unix and Linux license plates on the wall. “Must be a programmer,” I thought. Yeah, if you actually use that operating system, you are probably a very intelligent person who is also probably a tech nerd. Very Bay Area. Turns out it was the Dragon’s office.
A few minutes later, I’m standing in front of my pole in a Star Trek outfit (a series I have never watched by the way, I felt like a total poser. Sorry Dragon!) when they eventually drug out a blindfolded birthday Dragon to sit in a chair in front of me.
He was tall, long haired. Older (huge turn on for me). Great beard. Oh, and orange hair. Immediately I picked up that he had a gentle energy.
“Hm? He’s kinda cute. You don’t see a lot of gingers around, and have I ever given a lap dance to a ginger?” I thought. As the blind fold comes off and I start dancing for him, the next thing I noticed were those beautiful blue eyes. Oops, my type.
As I danced for him and his friends in various stages of undress, I was just struck by how warm and close everyone seemed to be. There was a lot of joy in that room. As I was dancing, I came to the conclusion that this Dragon was a very special Dragon to have a such a quality community around him. His friends were a lot of fun, and I always enjoy entertaining a great crowd. Especially a certain handsome Dragon in a chair.
Oh, he tried to be respectful and keep his hands to himself — a real gentleman raised on Folsom Street. But, I am a slut, so I was happy to grab his hands and welcome them on my naked body while I was on his lap. As I grinded on his hips and ran my fingers through his hair, I was intoxicated by his scent. His friends squealed with delight to watch the show, but I was getting more turned on and preoccupied by the growling in my ear. Oops, my pussy is wet.
The dance ends. I take down my pole, and load it back into my car. Although it was getting late I was still due a spanking, so I scurried my ass back into the house and back to the totally-my-type birthday Dragon.
The Dragon took me into his room to choose my spanking instrument. He opened the sacred closet and tossed a heavy roll containing other torture devices on his bed. I was nervous, so I chose one I knew that if he went immediately rough with I could take it. (You really never know as a bottom if you have a shitty top who wants to just beat you without thinking of your pleasure, and at the time I had no idea the actual wealth of experience this guy had.) I think I chose something black and slappy. But I was more excited that I was in this strange Dragon’s bedroom, fantasizing about him fucking me bare on his gray sheets. I hadn’t had sex in years, and I wanted nothing more than him to be inside of me. But I was a behaved leopard. For the time being.
The birthday spankings were administered, and he is a very skilled top. Each smack of the paddle reverberated to my clit and my already wet pussy. I recall at some point there was an inquiry if I wanted my ass spanked bare, and before the sentence was even finished I had slid my pants down to my knees. We had a fun time in front of his friends as they sang him “Happy Birthday”. A new thing for me- a public spanking! How fun.
We ended up cuddling on the couch, chatting and holding each other. He was giving me so much attention away from his friends that I felt guilty. (Later, I found out in a secret chat that was the first night they had seen him happy in a long, long time; they didn’t want to interrupt us.)
After a quick chicken nugget taste test break, the Dragon and I continue talking. At this point I was past the time I had expected to be at this gig. But Dragons are indeed habit-forming, and there was a lot of chemistry and interest between the two of us. I don’t remember exactly how, but we ended up slinking back to his bedroom.
We end up tangled in his sheets, biting and licking each other in between bits of breathless conversation. We actually didn’t end up having sex, or even kissing. I felt silly and youthful in the best way possible- me, a grown woman dry humping someone like a high schooler. Although I ended up completely naked on his bed, I wasn’t quite ready. I had to get some things in order first. The Dragon has quite the self control, despite my quivering body begging for his touch and dick inside me.
At the end of our roll in the hay, we got redressed.
“I don’t want this to be the last time I see you,” said the Dragon.
Oh, how the butterflies in my stomach fluttered when he said that. Neither did I. We exchanged numbers.
In the kitchen, Dragon gives me a hug. I felt sheepish as I noticed that almost all of his friends have left the party already- it’s way later than I thought. The organizer of the party and a lion friend greeted us. They took one look at us and raised a brow.
“I think I made a match!” said the man who hired me with glee. And with that, a new chapter of my life began.