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The Strip Trip	By : NightDarkSoul Category: +M to R > Princess Principal Views: 266 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Originally posted on Ao3 6 Oct, 2022 Kinktober 2022 prompt 6: Stripping. Modern-ish Alt Universe. It is a blend of real and fantasy details, in terms of strip clubs and the implied setting.
It isn't fully accurate and isn't intended to be.
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"So where is it that you are taking me?"
Their Uber had pulled up to the curb, in front of a petrol station. Ange asked her question with a very thin frown.
"Somewhere nice," Dorothy said with a grin.
"I shudder to imagine what you consider nice."
Dorothy just set off walking down the street. "You'll see."
Ange followed at a leisurely pace. "I am familiar with this part of town, you do realize. It is considered a somewhat blue district."
"Sure, sure."
They walked for a bit, passing pubs and clubs of various descriptions. It was not the sleaziest part of town, Ange had to admit, though she could think of nicer neighborhoods.
And then Dorothy stopped, gesturing at the front of a club.
" 'Dropped Petals'? A strip club?"
Dorothy nodded. "You need to lighten up, Ange."
"Is that so?"
"Seriously, this will do you some good."
"If you wanted me to lighten up, as you put it, then why not take me to a brothel? I suspect you could have got me an employee discount."
Dorothy laughed. "Because brothels won't just let you watch."
Ange's cheeks heated up.
Dorothy put an arm over her shoulders, which Ange shrugged away from.
"Seriously Ange, I know you. You wouldn't be comfortable paying a girl to be with you, not just like that. Here, you can watch from the safety of a table and a pint. You see a girl on stage that strikes you, you can get a closer look, maybe get lucky."
"But I cannot touch," Ange noted.
"Glad you realize that. Rule one of a strip joint."
"Well, if we are to do this, then let us do so."
"Sure thing. After you."
Just inside was a small entry room. A girl behind a window, with a small opening and counter, beside a sturdy-looking door.
"Hi Daisy!" the girl said with a smile. "Nice to see you again."
"Thanks, good to see you too."
Her eyes traveled to Ange. "And it's nice to meet you?"
"Alice," Ange replied evenly.
"Friend, or?"
"Roomie," Dorothy said with a grin."
"Right."
"Platonic, strictly!"
"Right," she repeated, grin still plastered on her face.
There was a buzzing noise, and a little light above the door turned green.
"Well, enjoy."
"We shall," Dorothy said. "C'mon Alice."
Ange followed Dorothy on through, with a thin frown. "Is there not a cover charge?"
"Normally, sure. They kinda know me around here though. Look, if you feel guilty buy a plate of wings or an extra drink."
Ange hummed, but let it pass. Letting herself instead become absorbed by the sounds and smells of the club.
Her eyes were drawn next to the brightly lit stage. Three metal poles rose from the stage floor up to the roof, the central one slightly closer to the edge of the stage. And on this pole, clinging to it with only her legs, was a young Asian woman. She was topless, wearing only a black g-string that did nothing to conceal the fact that her pubes were shaved, and stiletto heels high enough that Ange couldn't imagine walking in them, let alone dancing.
The girl was hanging upside down, her arms above (or more accurately, below) her head. Her black hair was arranged in a tight bun that didn't displace despite her current position, and adorned with red flower ornaments.
"Cute, huh?"
Ange's cheeks reddened. "She is."
"Wanna see her closer?"
The girl on stage arced her back, grabbing the pole in both hands. She spread her legs wide, swinging them in a wide arc. Letting go of the pole, she landed nimbly on her feet.
Ange released a puff of air. "I ... believe I shall watch from a distance."
Dorothy laughed. "Suit yourself. I see a free table. C'mon, before someone else gets it."
Dorothy led her through the crowd, which Ange started to notice. It was mostly men, mostly white, mostly early middle-age. There were exceptions of course, with some young women in the crowd. Ange noticed a girl who was probably about her age at a table watching as a woman in a white g-string, stilettos, with pasties over her nipples danced slowly in front of her.
They made it to the empty table, and almost the moment they sat, another young woman in a bustier, fishnet hose, and high (though not stiletto) heels leaned forward.
"Heya Daisy! Nice to see ya again."
"Hey April. Nice to see you too."
The girl grinned. "And it's nice to meet you ...?"
"Alice."
"So what can I getcha gals?"
"Whisky sour."
"Just a beer for me."
Dorothy grinned. "You can get something stronger, Alice."
"Just a beer. Please."
"Sure thing, darling."
April then turned and trotted off.
"Alice?" Dorothy giggled.
"You used a false name."
"I used my trade name, Alice."
"I see. So, a false name."
"Doesn't matter either way."
Onstage, the girl did a spin and a flourish, and as the music hit its climax, her g-string vanished. The crowd cheered quite loudly, and she leapt onto the pole, clinging to it and spinning. Releasing her arms, again ending upside down. As the song died down, she released her legs again, ending on a handstand. Legs wide open, and leaving absolutely nothing to the audience's imagination.
"Give it up for Cherry Blossom, everyone!" boomed over the loudspeaker.
As the crowd cheered, the girl flipped effortlessly onto her feet. Grinning widely, twirling and bowing.
"Don't be shy to go up to the stage," Dorothy said with a grin. "Cherry's one of the best athletes here, but there's a whole host of cute and sexy girls. You see one that catches your eye, go on up."
April returned with their drinks.
Ange opened her purse, but Dorothy shook her head. "I got this one."
"I shall get the next."
"Nah, save your money for the girls."
April giggled, and set Ange's drink in front of her. "They really are worth it," she said.
Ange nodded, red dusting her cheeks. "Thank you."
April took Dorothy's money, with a rather generous tip Ange noticed, and her smile widened. "Let me know if you need anything else, okay?"
"We will," Dorothy replied.
April gave Ange a quick wink, before moving off to help other customers.
"She's cute," Dorothy said.
"Yes."
"And, being a waitress, she is off-limits."
"She is not a stripper?"
"Nope. Two entirely different jobs. I mean, she might want to be a stripper, or even strip on days she isn't waiting tables, but she isn't gonna dance for you. Keep that in mind."
"I shall."
Dorothy took a long sip of her drink. "Ahh! They still know how to mix drinks."
Ange took a sip of her beer, and hummed.
"Well," Dorothy stood up. "I gotta go meet with someone."
"Oh? Was this just an excuse to meet with a client?"
Dorothy laughed, and finished her drink. "Nah, that wouldn't be professional of me. Probably get me kicked out of the club. No hooking allowed in here, just stripping."
"Yes, one must maintain the club's dignity and integrity."
Dorothy laughed again. "You say that like it isn't true. Anyway, I won't be gone too long. Again, don't be afraid to go to the stage if you see someone catches your fancy."
"I shall bear that in mind."
Dorothy grinned, and strolled off.
"And now," the voice boomed over the loudspeakers, "we are about to be graced by the presence of royalty!"
The crowd cheered.
"Presenting Her Royal Sexiness, your favorite and mine, Princess!!"
The music started slow and deep. Not quite as dignified as Ange thought would befit true royalty, but still.
And a figure came out onto stage. Slowly, at a regal pace. She was wearing a long blue dress, that covered her far more than Ange would've expected. The dim lights rose slowly, revealing her. Long blonde hair wore loose, apart from a glittery tiara in her hair. Smooth skin, very lightly tanned. A good contrast to the dress, and to her hair.
Something made Ange move in closer, pressing through the crowd around the stage. By the time Princess reached the middle of the stage, just to the side of the pole, Ange had reached the foot, just in front of a rail. On either side were men, who paid her absolutely no attention. They were focused on Princess, as Ange herself was.
Then the music kicked up, and before Ange quite registered it, the dress split down the front, and was flung back. Leaving Princess in a
Her hips gyrated to the beat, her smile widened, and she pranced across the stage, around the pole with one hand loosely around it. Her heels glittered as she moved, and Ange again was amazed at how fluidly she danced in shoes Ange doubted she could even walk in.
She reached up to the tiara, slipping it off and flinging it back behind her. THe music increased in intensity, and her dance routine matched it. Fluid, with high kicks, spins, and culminating in a spin around the pole, with it clenched between her thighs.
Her top came off during the spin, flying behind her somewhere. The crowd again roared as her breasts came into view. And she flaunted them, slipping down to the stage, on hands and knees, breasts dangling in front of her as she stared out over the crowd with an intense, almost predatory glimmer in her eyes.
She rose in just as smooth, fluid a motion as the rest, hooking her bikini bottoms with her thumbs, so as she rose up, they slipped down.
She was clean-shaven, smooth. Every part of her looked smooth.
And Ange found herself wondering if she felt smooth.
Her cheeks were growing hot, but she couldn't look away.
Princess danced around the stage, intensity lower, as the song eased and faded. It segued into the next without pause, and Princess continued her dance, the sway of her hips and movement of her body matching the new rhythm,
She moved fluid, smooth, just in front of the crowd at stage-side. Almost within reach, and yet just outside.
Ange noticed, out of the corner of her eye, that a man beside her was holding out paper money. She turned back to watch Princess ... who studiously ignored the man.
Ange spared the man another glance, seeing how his expression was darkening, but decided to ignore him.
To her surprise, Princess crouched down in front of her. Meeting her gaze.
Ange's blush deepened. She could see her eyes. Deep, liquid blue eyes that captivated, drew Ange in, threatening to drown her in their sensuous depths.
Princess smiled. Winked.
Ange blinked, and shifted on her feet, but still could not look away.
Princess laughed. Ange could not hear it, but her expression, the way her lips moved. And it was not at her expense, she knew.
And then Princess was on her feet again, spun around. Paused with a flirty glance over her shoulder as her hips again gyrated. Then she danced back to the pole, to grab it, and do another high-kicking spin, and graceful landing,
The music died down, and Princess again came forward, ending her routine in front of the audience. The applause was again deafening.,
And it was only then that Princess knelt down in front of the man with the money, winking at him and blowing him a kiss.
There was a round of laughter at the man's expense, as several members of the audience tossed money over the rail onto the stage.
Princess again laughed as the man, red-faced, followed suit.
And as she gathered up the money, Princess glanced over to Ange, with a grin and a wink,
Ange, even brighter red than before, hastily fumbled in her purse, managing to fish out a one-Euro note, and tossed it across the rail.
Princess, again, laughed.

After Princess left the stage, Ange made her way back to the table. It was, by fortune, still open. She sat back down, and the waitress, April, came by with a grin.
"Isn't she cute?"
Ange nodded, her cheeks reddening. "Yes."
"Care for another?"
"I believe that I should like an Old Fashioned."
"Sure thing, sweetheart. I'll have it right out to you."
The stage remained dark. Ange noticed a pair of girls wearing what amounted to bikinis and, as usual, high heels, come out into the club from a back room. One had shoulder length black hair, the other red hair pulled into a tight pony tail. The redhead was a very dark tan, the other far paler skinned.
Redhead stopped at a group of young men with a wide grin. She leaned forward, engaging them in conversation of some kind.
The dark-haired girl wandered on, talking to several men as she went.
April returned with Ange's drink, and after paying she took a long, slow sip.
Another girl wandered out of the back room, in a g-string and with pasties over her nipples. Ange shook her head, and glanced around the room.
There were mostly men in the club. A few women sat at tables, though every one she saw was with a man. She was, as far as she could see, the only single woman who wasn't a waitress or dancer.
A catcall caught her attention, and she looked back in time to see Princess. Like the others, she was wearing what amounted to lingerie: A blue bikini top that covered most of her breasts, though still revealing quite a bit of cleavage. A blue g-string covered her front, with a half micro-skirt over her rear. Her stiletto heels were also blue, though not glittery like the ones she'd worn on stage.
She walked slowly, smiling and chatting with several men that she passed.
Ange realized, with a start, that one of them was the man that had held out the money for her as she had been dancing.
His friend laughed and jostled him, and he seemed more abashed than anything.
Princess leaned forward towards him, placing hands on his shoulders. Close.
Ange felt a twinge in her stomach.
Too close.
She shook her head, and took another drink.
Do not be absurd, she told herself. She is a performer. She is doing her job. There is no reason to be bothered by this.
She looked up in time to see the man stuffing money into Princess' g-string, or rather the strap at her hip.
Ange again felt a twinge of annoyance. She sighed. Was this a mistake?
Princess turned away from the man, glancing at him over her and giving him a little wave, before turning back and walking with purpose. Not quickly, but deliberately.
And, Ange realized with a start, she was heading in her direction!
Her cheeks again heated as Princess approached. Smile on her pretty lips. Gaze meeting Ange's directly, clearly.
Ange swallowed, and forced herself to keep her eyes locked on Princess'.
"Good evening, ma'am," Princess said as she reached Ange's table. Standing directly in front of her. Her voice was musical. Even and clear, audible over the music playing, though not too loud.
Ange's face was quite warm. "Hello," she managed.
Princess' smile widened. "Are you having a good time tonight?"
Ange nodded hurriedly.
"I thought so. You were quite entranced by my performance earlier."
"You're beautiful. And quite talented."
Princess laughed. It was an even more musical sound. Light, airy. Exactly what Ange had hoped and imagined. A tingling shudder went down her spine.
"May I sit?"
Ange blinked, and glanced at the empty chairs.
Princess laughed again, and patted Ange's knee. "I meant here."
Ange's face heated up further. She must have been positively glowing.
"Oh. Um." Ange shifted, closing her legs. "Ah. Yes, of course."
Princess settled down on Ange's lap.
Another tingle ran up Ange's spine. Princess was soft and solid and warm, not heavy or uncomfortable on Ange's legs, but she had weight to her. It was. Real.
Princess sat with both legs together on one side, facing Ange. She leaned towards her, resting her hands lightly on Ange's shoulders.
"So, what is your name?" Princess said in a soft voice.
"Alice."
"Alice? A very nice name. It suits you." Princess winked.
Ange again swallowed. "Thank you?"
"I am glad you are still here. I'd wanted to come out to meet you, you know?"
"Oh? Did you? I thought maybe you were, I don't know. Offended?"
Princess looked surprised. "Offended? Whatever for?"
"I hadn't a tip ready for you."
Princess giggled, a smile returning to her lips.
Ange again felt that tingle.
"I'd hardly come out to see you if I were. Silly girl."
Ange's face was pure fire.
Princess leaned forward, her face inches from Ange's. "This is your first time here."
"Yes."
Princess nodded. "I remember the faces of all the cute girls that come here, so I was certain when I saw you that you hadn't been here before."
"Oh. I guess there aren't many girls that come here?"
"A few," Princess said in an offhand tone. "Fewer that are as cute. Fewer still single."
"You assume," Ange said with a thin smile.
Princess again laughed, and shifted her weight to lightly press against Ange's torso. "I hope."
"Well, it happens that you are correct. About being single in any case."
"And about you being cute, for you are."
Before Ange could respond, Princess leaned forward, pressing her breasts against Ange's. Brushing her cheek against Ange's.
"I had hoped to give you a private show." Her breath tickled Ange's ear. "If you would like that, I mean."
"Yes!"
Princess giggled. "Good. I presume you are aware of our first rule?"
"No touching."
"Good girl."
Ange made absolutely certain that her hands were clenched into fists, with one on the table and the other hanging loose at her side.
"Now," Princess continued, "I cannot give you a full and proper show here. If you would like, I can give you a little taster."
"Taster?"
"A dance."
"Lap dance?"
"Or table dance, if you would prefer."
"I .…"
Ange's words were interrupted, by the sound of someone clearing their throat.
Princess sighed. Her weight shifted, to no longer press against Ange. Who felt more than just a twinge of disappointment.
Princess turned to look, also letting Ange see. The Asian girl stood beside their table. She was in a black bikini, heels, and still wore the red hair ornaments she had on stage.
"Yes, Cherry?"
"L asked me to remind you that you have a client in the Champagne Room in fifteen."
Princess sighed. "Oh dear. I'd completely forgotten. Thank you, Cherry. You may tell L that I will be there on time."
Cherry nodded once, and glanced at Ange. "Sorry to interrupt."
"Well," Ange stuttered. "Not your fault."
Princess turned back to Ange, pressing lightly against her, face inches from Ange's. "I truly am sorry. I do very much hope you will be back again?"
"I shall be."
Princess nodded. "Good. Though, I must confess that I've very little time, between my sets on stage and obligations to other customers. I do very much want to give you a private show, however."
"I really do want that too."
"Good. I might recommend that you go to the club's web-site. You can reserve a room for us."
"Oh," Ange said, surprised. "I hadn't thought of anything like that."
"Why would you? You hadn't come here before, right?"
Cherry again cleared her throat.
Princess sighed, and gave Ange an apologetic smile. "I am sorry, but I must leave. I look forward to seeing you again, Alice."
"As do I."
Princess smiled again, sat up, and ran her fingertips down Ange's cheek. Then she stood, and started away. Turning to glance over her shoulder as she left. Winking, grinning, and giving her hips an extra little wriggle.
Ange blinked, and shifted in her seat.
Princess again giggled, turned and strode off.
"She is quite beautiful."
Ange turned to Cherry with surprise. "Oh. She is, yes."
"Again, I apologize for taking her from you."
"It really isn't your fault."
"I suppose not. Well, enjoy your night, ma'am."

Not long after Princess left, Ange felt a hand on her shoulder, and heard a giggle behind her.
"Looks like someone got caught."
Ange's face turned red, and she turned a frown in Dorothy's direction.
"I am not caught."
Dorothy sat down. Ange saw she was holding a tall glass with amber liquid and ice. "You most certainly are. I saw Princess hanging on you. Saw you turn redder than a tomato."
Ange's blush deepened, and she cleared her throat. "She came out to meet me, and I told her that I appreciated the skill and artistry of her show."
"Uh huh. And she told you she wanted to give you a personal, private show, but hadn't the time, and maybe you could go to the club's web-page to book time in a room?"
Ange squirmed, and took a long drink.
Dorothy laughed. "She's a pro, and she has you hooked like a trout."
Ange sighed. "You may be correct."
Dorothy nodded. "Well, you want my advice?"
"Please."
"Book a time."
"What?"
"You have some spare cash. And God knows you need to loosen up. Book a time! Probably not the Champagne Room, but all their private rooms are nice here. Reserve an hour with her. Give the club and Princess some money. Then be sure to tip her very generously when your time comes."
"Oh."
"Mind you, she isn't interested in a deep relationship. She's a pro, like me. Like me, she wants you to become invested in her, while she gives you just enough to fan your fantasy."
"I understand that."
"I am glad you do."
"But," Ange asked, voice wavering just a fraction. "You really do think I should?"
"Nothing to lose. If you don't like it, you don't have to come back. You won't disappoint her either, because while she most certainly wants your attention and money, she won't go broke without it."
"And she does not have any real interest in me," Ange said. Sounding more than a little disappointed.
"Sure she does. Just, her interest is very limited."
"To my money," Ange sighed.
"Yeah. That's the life though."
Ange nodded, and finished her drink. "I suppose it is."

They stayed for a bit longer. Ange even went up to the stage to watch a few girls dance, and spend more money in tips.
Then they took another Uber back to the apartment they shared.
"Have a client tonight," Dorothy explained as she casually stripped down en route to the bathroom.
"Have fun," Ange said dryly.
"Always, or I'd get a different job," Dorothy replied with a wide grin.
Ange went into her room, and sat down at her computer. She winced, and shifted her weight. Only now realizing just how much she'd become invested.
"I need a shower too, it seems."
She turned on her computer and started undressing, down to panties that were quite wet between her legs. Her cheeks heated, but for the moment she ignored it. Instead, she gingerly sat back down at her computer, and started to type.
The club's website wasn't hard to find. It also, Ange noted somewhat cynically, looked just slightly cleaner and sharper in pictures than in person.
She shook that off, and followed links to reserve rooms.
She sputtered as she saw prices.
She heard a giggle at her door.
"Do you never knock?"
"It's much more fun catching you off guard."
"Is there something you need?"
"Nope. Like I say, just catching you off guard. Shower's free."
"Thank you."
There was a pause, as Ange scrolled down the page.
"Try the Scarlet room. It's nice, and not too pricey."
"Don't you have a client?"
Dorothy giggled again. "Yeah, guess so. Anyway, don't wait up for me."
"I will see you tomorrow."
"Ish," Dorothy laughed.
Ange heard the door close. She glanced to it to make certain Dorothy hadn't stepped into the room first. She hadn't, so Ange turned back to the computer.
"Scarlet," she whispered.
Reasonable. Comparatively speaking. She clicked on a link to reserve a time.
"Select a girl."
Princess.
Ange whistled softly. She was also quite pricey.
And seeing that, seeing a price to purchase Princess for an hour ... it made Ange's stomach tie into a knot. It felt wrong on some level.
She shook her head. "Just a job," she muttered.
And after another click or two, she had a time scheduled.
Saturday evening, two weeks from now.
"Clinical," Ange whispered again. "I feel as though I've scheduled a doctor's exam."
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