cupids

The Cupid's Men's Club
By Angela J.

The Cupid's Men's Club, was almost empty. It usually was on
Valentine's Day. Most guys were out with their girlfriends
or wives, but not me. I still didn't have anyone special,
unless you count all the stripers at The Cupid's. Some
would say it was my entire fault for being such a loud
mouth sexist. They would say that I deserved to be alone on
Valentine's Day. But to hell with femi-nazis and to hell
with wimps who cuddled them. I was a real man and a real
man act like real man. And like any real man, I wasn't
alone. I was enjoying looking at about a dozen girls at the
Cupid's.

Michelle was on stage. I could've sworn that she was a
contortionist the way she wrapped her long legs around that
pole. She was making love to it. There was no other way to
describe it. She climbed it using nothing but her long
shapely legs and then licked it before disengaging. And
then she walked over gracefully to a customer standing next
to the stage, and accepted money by allowing him to place
it into the side of her thong panties. She thanked him by
kissing him on the lips, and then returned to her amazing
dancing. Her entire body bounced as she moved to the music.
Soon she walked back to the pole and made love to it once
more. At that very moment I wished I were the pole. All
girls should dance like Michelle, I thought. And those
legs... were amazing. Normally Michelle would have had my
undivided attention, but Cindy was vying for my attention
as well.

Cindy had a fantastic ass and she knew just how to use it.
She bent over right in front of me and pretended to be
fixing her garters. Her ass blocked my view of Michelle but
I didn't care.

When I reached out and playfully spanked her bubble butt,
she turned around and said, "That will cost you buddy," and
then sat on my lap.

I laughed and asked, "How much?"

She smiled and replied, "A dance."

I was happy to oblige her request. I was there to enjoy
myself and was prepared to spend some money. So a lap dance
from Cindy was perfect. She began by getting up from my lap
and slowly taking off her dress to the beat of the music.
After her dress was on the floor, she moved back down
towards me touching her ass to my body. I reached up and
grabbed it and she just smiled and moved my hands away. She
then lowered herself so that her ass was touching my dick.
She grinded it to my crotch with abandon. I could already
feel my dick harden against her ass.

She smiled a knowing smile and stated, "Oooh, you're such
big boy."

I was in Heaven. Cindy had the best ass in the entire
place. I wished that all girls had an ass like hers. As the
music continued she got up and turned to face me and
bounced her tits at my face. I was a little disappointed
with the turn of events and maneuvered her so that she was
back sitting on my dick. Cindy was special because of her
ass and that's what I was paying for. Don't get me wrong, I
liked Cindy's tits but if I wanted tits I would have asked
for a dance from Sarah.

Sarah was beautiful. Her lips were kissable and her blue
eyes were captivating. But her best feature by far was her
magnificent tits. I'd bet that if they ever produced milk
she could feed an army. I smiled at the thought. It would
be nice to have some of that milk.

After Cindy finished the lap dance I asked her, "Where's
Sarah?"

Cindy smiled and said, "Do you want a double?"

That sounded like a good idea so I nodded. Two girls were
always more fun than one. I even liked bisexual girls.
Scratch that. I liked girls that played with other girls
for the pleasure of their men, but who really needed a man
to satisfy them. I know it sounds sexist, but girls should
only do it together if their men want them to do it. In the
end all girls should want to be fucked by men. Cindy got up
to look for Sarah and I watched as she swayed her beautiful
ass as she walked. I wished all girls walked that way.

As soon as Cindy left my table, a waitress named Beth was
at my table. "Do you want another drink?" she asked.

I loved Beth's voice and her long blond hair was something
to admire. But I knew from experience that she wasn't into
partying so I just said, "Yeah give me another Coors." She
left to fetch my drink.

I waited for a few more minutes for Cindy to come back and
decided to use this time to use the men's room. On my way
to the men's room, I paused to watch Monique on the side
stage. She was a petite girl. Her waist was impossibly
tiny. Her nose was so cute. I really liked her submissive
personality too. She acted so feminine. I winked at her and
smiled. I've never done it before, but maybe I would go for
three girls dance. Hell it is Valentine's Day. It's only
money. In fact I may even add Michelle, making it four
girls.

With the thought of four girls giving me a simultaneous lap
dance, I walked into the men's room and took care of
business. As I walked from the urinal to the sink area to
wash my hands, I noticed the statute of a Cupid in the
middle of the men's room. It had an arrow ready for firing.
Strange, that I didn't notice it before. Perhaps, it was
just added. It seemed strange to put such a detailed
statute in the men's restroom. Such things probably
belonged in the lobby or in the main room. But this
establishment catered to men, so why not have something
extravagant to decorate the men's room.

Oddly, seeing the statute of the cupid momentarily made me
sad. None of the girls were really perfect. They were all
pretty and had parts that were perfect but none of them had
the entire package that was perfect. For that instant
second, I wished that Cupids were real and that one could
find a girl to fit my heart's desire. I wished for a
perfect stripper.

That's when I felt a stinging sensation on my butt. I
looked to see who could've caused it but saw no one. I
must've been drunker than I thought. I actually felt dizzy.
I turned the water and washed my hands. When I checked the
mirror to see if my hair was in order, I felt something
strange through out my body. I began to dream of the
perfect stripper. She would dance like Michelle and have
her long shapely legs. She would walk like Cindy and have
her bubble butt. Her lips would be kissable and her eyes a
deep blue, just like Sarah's. She would have Sarah's
magnificent tits and Beth's lovely hair and voice. She
would act like Monique and have her tiny waist and nose.
She'd even be willing to be bisexual for her men but would
want to get fucked by men. She would be perfect, a perfect
stripper. She'd be a stripper that met my heart's desire.

Then the dream ended. I shook the dizziness from my head
and splashed some cold water on my face. I felt better.
Maybe I should stop drinking for a while.

When I returned to my table, both Sarah and Cindy were
waiting. My drink was also on the table. I asked Cindy to
fetch Monique and Michelle too. I told them that I was in a
partying mood. Sarah and her breasts kept me company while
Cindy did as told. I completely ignored the drink to make
sure I was sober enough to enjoy what was going to happen
next.

Soon all four girls were rubbing their bodies against mine.
At first, it felt wonderful to have all those female bodies
around me. But wonderful is all that I felt. Strangely I
didn't feel anything sexual. I thought I'd get hard but
nothing.

Cindy even commented, "The big boy is asleep?"

Sarah said, "He feels kind-a funny."

Monique and Michelle were giggling. Then I started to feel
claustrophobic. There were just too many female parts
around me. Legs, butts, tits... to many parts... I became
dizzy. The smell of the cheap stripper perfume started to
choke me and burn my eyes. I yelled out for the girls to
stop. But my voice just didn't come out of my mouth.
Instead I heard Beth's voice say the words. Then I passed
out.

I woke up and found myself alone at my table. I must have
passed out from the smell of the perfume. I wished all
girls smelled nicer. I felt sick to my stomach and got up
to head to the men's room. I needed to wash my face with
cold water. But right before I entered the men's room, a
big security guy stopped me.

"Girl, are you high again?" he asked.

I wasn't sure who he was talking to or why he stopped me.

"That's the men's room," he said, "do you want to get
fired? If the boss finds out that you are stoned, he's
going to fire you and make sure you don't get another job
in this town."

My mind was too dizzy to really know why this guy was
blocking my entrance to the men's room and I couldn't see
the girl that he was talking to.

"You are next on the stage and you better get going," he
said and pushed me towards the stage.

"I need to go the men's room," I said in Beth's voice.

"God," he said, "are you some kind of a slut? Dance on the
stage first and do what you want afterwards."

This guy wasn't making any sense. He must be drunk or
stoned. I tried to push him aside so that I could go to the
men's room but it was no use. He was way too strong and
big. I was shocked when he carried me to the stage and
lifted me onto it like I weighed nothing.

A song started but I just stayed there and soon I heard
loud boo's. I guessed that the guys thought that I was a
groom-to-be at a bachelor's party. That had to be it. Why
else would a guy be on stage? The grooms-to-be were always
made to go on stage and make a fool of themselves. It was
all in fun.

The security guard yelled, "What the fuck you doing?
Dance."

At this I began to dance. As I danced, I came up with a
funny idea. What if I danced like Michelle? That would make
everyone laugh. So I imitated Michelle, surprisingly
successfully I may add. But no one laughed. When everyone
started chanting take it off. I smiled and slowly removed
this short robe that I was wearing. It was a short red
thing that clung to my body. When did I change into this
robe?

The guys went crazy when the robe was gone. That's when I
started to get into the spirit of it. I decided to take my
joke to the limit and got up on the pole like I've seen
Michelle do. I straddled the big pole with my legs and
humped it with all my ability and everyone clapped. I
climbed it using just my legs and then licked it before
disengaging. It was all fun. For some odd reason, I was
even getting horny. I guess the knowledge that I was close
to a pole that the girls danced with was making me wet with
anticipation.

One guy approached the stage and I got this huge urge to
walk to him. He actually had money in his hand. This guy
must be trying to embarrass me. I will teach him a lesson.
That made me laugh, but it came out sounding like a giggle.
I thought it would be funny to moon this guy. So I turned
around and lowered my panties slightly and mooned him. To
my surprise the guy spanked me and then put his money into
my panties. All the guys at the club clapped loudly and
some of them even approached the stage.

One guy asked me to bounce my tits against his face. More
jokes, I thought. I don't have tits to bounce, I thought.
But then noted that I did have tits. They had to be fake;
someone probably glued them on while I was passed out. More
jokes. I would show them who would get the last laugh. I
approached the guy and rubbed my tits on his face.
Strangely I felt his face against my chest. More money was
stuffed into my thong panties. I could have sworn that my
panties were bigger just a few minutes ago. I was so drunk.
I stayed on the stage for couple of more songs,
alternatively humping the pole and joking with one of the
guys. It was fun.

Then I noticed the security guard motioning me to get off
the stage. I guess the joke had run its course. I gingerly
walked off the stage. I was careful not to trip on my high
heels as I got dressed in my red mini-dress. I could have
sworn that it was a robe when I took it off. How did these
high heels end up on my feet? I was feeling so dizzy so
confused, that I all I could think about was going back to
my table. I slowly headed towards my table.

But before I could get there, Cindy grabbed my hand and
said, "A bachelor's friends wants to buy him a double. I
think they have lots of money... come on!"

I guess that she thought I was a groom-to-be as well. If
some guys wanted to buy me a double dance, then who am I to
protest? I allowed Cindy to pull me near a table with eight
guys. She quickly introduced me to the guys. Did she call
me Bambi? She was such a ditz. Before I could correct her
by saying Randy, a song started and Cindy began to hug me
and kiss me all over. Wow, I thought, she never did this
before.

She grabbed my ass and I in turn grabbed hers. I guessed
that bachelors got a special treat. We kissed each other on
the lips and our tongues danced. It was very sensuous. I
closed my eyes to increase the sensation. She slowly
removed my dress. The guys were all shouting
encouragements. As we continued to kiss, she pulled me down
on to a chair. Except this chair felt odd and felt
strangely hard. Something was even poking me in the ass.
Then I felt a pair of hands touch my chest. It felt so
great, I forgot about the uncomfortable seat or maybe it
just seemed more comfortable. I was disappointed when
Cindy's lips left but soon her lips returned. No not her
lips, it was some other girl's lips. She kissed harder and
demanded more. Her hands moved from my chest to my head to
firmly keep me kissing.

I opened my eyes and was shocked to see that I was sitting
on a guy's lap while kissing him. Cindy was standing behind
him rubbing her tits against his head. I jumped up from his
lap. As a coincidence the music ended at the same time. I
rationalized that I was drunker than I imagined. Did I
really kiss a guy or did my drunken mind imagine it? Either
way, it was wrong. I felt sick to my stomach.

I quickly got dressed in my mini-dress and attempted to
walk back to my table to collect my thoughts. But before I
could do so, Cindy grabbed me by my arm and whispered that
the guys wanted to see a heart special.

"What?" I said, my voice still sounding like Beth's voice.

"The heart special," she repeated, "you know..." she seemed
to lose patience with me. "Just bend over..."

Dizzy and confused, I obeyed her. She soon bent over in an
apposite direction from me and made our butts touch.

"I told you, those two perfect bubble butts pressed
together looks just like a heart." one guy said. His
friends all laughed and squeezed dollar bills between our
two butts.

Two bubble butts pressed together, where? I asked myself.
This I had to see. I straightened to have a look but was
disappointed to have seemly missed the opportunity of a
lifetime.

The guys were ogling Cindy's ass as she bent over to pick
up the money that fell to the floor when I straightened.
She looked at me and said, "Help me pick up the cash." I
did as ordered. Somehow it felt right to do as ordered.

After I picked up the cash I handed it to Cindy who quickly
counted and returned some of it to me. "That's your share,"
she said and quickly went to thank the guys with kisses.

I took this opportunity to start heading back to my table.
For some odd reason, I could not help but sway my big butt
as I walked and accidentally bumped a guy with my butt. He
was sitting with his friend at a table. He looked up and
smiled and then patted my butt with his right hand.

"You better be careful, that's a big weapon you got there?"

I just stared at him. When I didn't respond, he continued
to fondle my ass. It felt wonderful. It actually felt
better than when Cindy was touching my butt. I just stood
there while he fondled my ass. This was wrong... but
somehow I didn't have the strength to move away from his
fondling.

"I think she's drunk," said the other guy at the table.

"Hey... no touching," yelled the security guy as he pushed
the guy's hand away. "Either buy a dance from her or..."

"Yeah..." the guy that had just fondled my butt said, "I
will buy a dance."

The security guard turned his attention to me. "I know you
are stoned out of your mind. But unless you sober up real
quick and give him a dance, I am going to have to report
you to the boss."

Report me to the boss. I didn't know the meaning of this
threat but knew that I had to avoid it at all costs.

So I sensually took my mini-dress off and rubbed my body
against the guy. It was shameful for me to admit that his
body felt better to rub against than Cindy's or any
woman's. This thought totally shamed me. I almost started
to cry from the embarrassment of it all. But as I felt the
guy below me fondle my body as my tits rubbed against his
face, all I could think about was how good it felt. I
wanted to submit to this desire and to this man. That's
when I started to rub my butt against the hardness that was
looking for something to penetrate. I still felt shame at
what I was doing. But despite this shame I continued and
even wished that the thong panties wasn't there so his dick
could find what it was looking for.

When the song ended, I asked if his friend wanted a dance.
Before he could answer I moved to him and allowed him to
briefly play with my tits as I sat facing him. I only moved
his hands away when I saw the security guy give me the evil
eye. Through out the dance, my butt rubbed against his
dick. Afterwards, I gave him a thank you kiss.

I walked to the next table and was seriously hurt when the
guys there rejected me by saying, "Maybe later."

I walked to the next table with the conviction that this
would not happen. In my sweetest, sexiest voice, I asked if
the guys wanted a dance. But again the guys said no.

I was out of tables. This place was almost empty. In
desperation, I walked back towards the bachelor party table
and watched Monique. She approached a guy and asked if she
could join him for a while. When the guy said yes, she
jumped up and down gleefully and sat on his lap started to
make small talk. She mostly asked questions and listened
with great interest at the guy's answer.

I studied her technique and copied it. Luckily, one of the
guys accepted. As I sat on his lap, I asked his name.

"You mean you don't remember," he said, "you just gave me a
double dance with your friend Cindy just a few minutes
ago."

"You are the guy getting married?" I asked. He was so
handsome. How could I forget him? I felt kind of sad that
he was getting married.

But before he could respond, we got distracted by the guys
chanting, "blowjob" over and over again. Monique took this
long white drink and gulped it up. She then licked her lips
suggestively.

"Why aren't you with your fiance?" I asked, "It's
valentine's day."

"Bambi!!!" Monique said seemingly alarmed by my question,
"You naughty girl. I can't believe you asked that
question."

Sensing that I had asked the wrong question, I quickly
apologized. I had so much to learn. Luckily, all the girls
at the Cupid's were so smart. I could learn allot from
them. I promised myself that I would learn to be a great
stripper.

The bachelor smiled and said, "It's okay... my fiance is
out of town on business and my friends wanted to throw this
party for me. You and Cindy really turned me on when the
two of you kissed? Are you bisexual?"

Without even thinking I answered, "I play with girls for
men's enjoyment, but I really want men to fuck me good."

Somehow I shamefully knew that what I just said was true.
That's when I felt his male member grow against my ass
again.

"How about a blow job?" he asked, "Do you like blowjobs?"

I remembered Monique's drink. It actually looked pretty
good. So I nodded yes. He then lifted me off of his knees
and gently put me down to my knees. I was directly facing
his crotch. This is not what I had meant. I looked up in
panic to protest...

"I can't."

He smiled reassuringly at me, "I know you are not allowed
to give me a real blowjob. Just simulate one. My friends
will give you a big tip."

He then pushed my face towards his crotch and I felt his
dick through his pants. For some strange reason, my mouth
watered and I began to kiss his dick through his pants. I
left a great big wet spot. He encouraged me to continue so
continue I did. After several minutes, I tasted some salty
sticky substance through his pants. I was so afraid that
the management might discover what I had done that I licked
it up as best as I could. After that it was fairly easy to
get guys to buy dances from me. I danced for several guys.

Each time, I daydreamed about getting fucked by the guy who
was receiving a dance from me. Despite remembering who I
had been and feeling shame for what I was doing, something
deep in me wanted and needed to get fucked. The only thing
stopping me from begging the men to fuck me was my
knowledge of the strict rules of the club. I knew that
openly begging men to fuck me would get me fired and that
was just unacceptable. So I did my best to stretch the
rules a little. I let them touch me a lot longer then I was
supposed to do. I simulated a few blowjobs. I even moved my
thong panties out of the way as I sat on guys' dicks while
still wearing my dress to hide what was going on from the
management. The most difficult thing was stopping myself
from moaning.

At late dawn, I went into the stripper's change room and
found my locker. I knew it was mine because it a sticker
with "Bambi" on it. In it was several tiny dresses and a
small mirror. I knew that I would be wearing all those
lovely dresses. I carefully looked at my face and my body
and noticed the various features. I was a combination of
the best parts of all the strippers and waitresses at the
Cupid's.

That's when I knew that I found my heart's desire.
Unfortunately I was now her, a stripper, a perfect stripper
at the Cupid's Men's Club.