When I asked my wife how everything went at Doc J's that day, she was pretty nonchalant in front of the kids. The kids were equally non committal, and both overly ready to retire for the evening. Once they were in bed, Jacqui told me about how Doc J had insisted on performing sexual disease checks on our dear children ("Yes hon, but it's just for the paperwork", I assured her), and even insisted on performing a pap smear on Ashley. That one did make my brow furrow, at the thought of my sweet angel having to endure such a procedure at her age, however assuming this was all normal practice, I explained to Jacqui that again, it was all so we could receive the benefits of a very generous health package, and as Jacqui herself admitted, the examination of our young budding woman was performed by a woman, and a well trained one at that judging by her own experience.
Despite the rush to get the tests performed, it was almost two weeks later when Doc J came by my office. Two weeks is a long time in a new job, and I was starting to get my head around things pretty well. Doc gave me the good news. "I'm glad to be able to report - all of yours, Jacqui's, Todd's, and Ashley's results were absolutely perfect," he smiled at me. I never really expected any negative responses, feeling we were all in pretty good shape, but one always has a little niggling doubt. Now I knew my family were indeed perfect. "Let me take you out for a drink to celebrate," Doc J added. As it happened, my boss chose that moment to pop his head into my office, and allayed any possible excuses I may have been considering. Before I knew it, I was in Doc J's car headed to "a delightful drinking establishment" that he knew.
From the outside, the place looked fairly nondeskript. Once we stepped inside, I realized what kind of establishment it really was. Doc J had taken me to a strip club.
Trying not to over-think things, I let Doc J guide me to a small table near one of the two main runways. He disappeared for a moment to get us our drinks. I looked around the room feeling a little awkward. Despite being around 2.30pm in the afternoon, there was a number of busy tables. Even though it wasn't likely anyone there would know me, it still felt strange. I had only once before visited such a place for a friend's stag night. There was a small cheer from one of the other tables as a tall skinny blonde girl dressed in a stylized cowboy outfit came sauntering out. Doc J reappeared with our drinks, and toasted my family's good health, drinking his glass down in one go, and encouraging me to drink up, too.
In between admiring the stripper wiggling her curvy bubble-butt in our general direction, Doc J said he was really glad we had come to join the team, and knew that we would fit in really well. I meanwhile was trying not to stare too intensely at the college-age-looking girl as she began peeling off her clothes. As enjoyable as the view was, I still felt rather unsettled sitting there with the company doctor, and noticed my head was starting to feel rather woozy too after that one single drink. "M-maybe I should head off now," I stammered to the Doc, wobbling as I stood.
Doc J put his hand on my shoulder to steady me. "You can't leave yet, I paid for you to have a lap dance," he grinned at me. Oh god, I thought. Doc J took me to the far corner of the room, to a door with a tall, wide man standing guard. He smiled and waved us through the door into a dark corridor. My head was really spinning now as we eventually emerged into another room, but this time with only 1 runway for the scantily clad performers to gyrate on.
This time Doc J sat me close to the edge of the room, and briefly disappeared again. Looking around this new room, I could only see 1 person in the audience beside myself - sitting right at the runway. There was a girl dressed like a cheer leader hanging upside down on the pole; clearly she'd done well at gymnastics before adopting this career. One by one she slowly lowered her legs toward the man, before lowering herself fully down from the pole, her legs splayed either side of him, but - it was me that she was staring at. Straight away it struck me how young her face looked. Doc J reappeared and helped me to stand. I pointed at the girl, to ask Doc for his opinion, but he just smiled at me and said, "Yes, yes. This way."
There was another door-wide guard, and another dark corridor, but this time it was full of doors. Doc opened one, leading me inside. The roughly 7 foot square room contained a mini raised platform with a pole, and a bench-seat running the whole length of the room - just enough to, say, lay down. As my head spun, I was tempted to try just that, however the door quickly re-opened, and the girl in cheerleader outfit slowly walked in, closing the door behind her. She swaggered her way to the dias, taking the small step up with a bounce, and then swinging herself round the poll, her eyes staring into mine as she did.
Again, and now with a much closer view, my brain was telling me how young she appeared to be. As if reading my mind, Doc J commented, "Doesn't that cute outfit make her look like she could still be in school?" The girl smiled at us both as she moved, climbing the pole and then flipping herself down, her breasts, clearly visible through her fake outfit, so close to my face. She swayed a little, with her legs deftly holding the bar, sharing the view with the Doc. "Oh, my friend here is the one celebrating!" he told her.
She slowly lowered herself from the bar, and crawled off the dais over to me. "What are you celebrating," she asked in an overly exaggerated "baby" voice, as she slid her top off, tossing it at Doc, raising up on her knees so her now bare perky breasts were literally in my face. My cock ached in my pants as she ran her hands over her flesh, a cute grin on her face the whole time, as she filled my wobbly world view.
"He got some great results today," Doc told the girl. "A family in the perfect bill of health," he added, watching as the stripper rose to her feet, standing on the padded seat between my legs, hands holding the ceiling, her panty covered groin in my face. The girl slowly turned around, her feet brushing against my cock tight in my jeans. Now facing Doc, her ass was in my face as she slowly bent over, pulled her g-string down off her ass, exposing herself fully to me, her scent intoxicating. Keeping herself bent in half, she stepped out of the panties, again making sure to rub her feet over my groin, then tossed the thin fabric to Doc as well, who I noticed giving them a good sniff.
This was way more than I was expecting from a celebratory drink. Doc J seemed right at home however, as in the dark I noticed that he had even taken his cock out and was now using her panties to stroke himself. The stripper, her feet still in my crotch, crawled the short distance over to Doc, took the panties off his cock, and put them on his face with a child-like giggle. Whilst looking up into his eyes, she then lowered her mouth over his cock, not stopping til it was buried to the hilt, making him moan loudly with pleasure.
Sliding her lips back up Doc's cock, she left him exposed and panting for more, as she turned back to face me with a gleam in her eyes. She stood back up, taking the few steps between us slowly, letting me see all of her now fully naked body (except for her boots, and a small scarf around her neck). Setting one foot either side of my legs, she slowly lowered herself til she was sitting on my lap, her face just inches from mine as I felt her puffy looking nipples graze across my shirt. Again I was reminded how young she looked to be doing such a job, however those thoughts evaporated as she started gyrating her hips, her hands pushing her breasts together, brushing them against me.
The sexy girl giggled slightly as I actually gasped at the sensations she was causing. Other than my wife, I'd never done anything this intimate with anyone before. And now all that was keeping me from being inside her was a pair of jeans and boxers. Even through my clothes I could feel her warmth, her musk strong in the air.
My head felt so heavy, as her body made my groin feel on fire. Seeing my wobbly eyes, she slowly swayed her body, making me sway with her. I closed my eyes just briefly to make the dizzy stop, again feeling like I really, really, should leave - have a cold shower, something - other than staying where I was. When I opened my eyes again after what felt like just a moment, the first thing I noticed was how warm and wet my cock suddenly felt. The stripper was smiling at me as she lifted herself up and down, my bare cock pushing deep inside her tight wet - Ohhh God...! Oh fuck! My head bobbed forward and I could see my pants on the floor, even the cheerleader scarf now discarded, and her hot tight wet pussy bouncing on my rock hard swollen cock.
"Fuck!" I gasped as she really pushed herself down hard, her feet wrapped around me tight. My cock erupted without another moment's waste. Feeling my unprotected deposit, the girl grinned and gave me a deep slow kiss on the lips as she slipped her fingers between our bodies to play with her clit. A few moments later I felt her msucles clenching even tighter as she made herself come on my cock. What have I done?!
With a wink, she slipping herself off my cock, walking unashamedly naked and messy to a small alcove opposite to grab a wet-wipe and clean herself up as I watched in confused silence. She then started gathering up her clothes, including her now sticky g-string that Doc had evidently continued to use on his cock. Regardless, she put the gstring on, and her other clothes, then smiled warmly at me, and said, "I'm sure your family are going to love New Orleans." Crossing over to the door, she turned back to look at Doc J.
"Oh - Can you tell mom I'll be home late tonight, daddy."