Giving it the "Ol' College Try"

 Most of the men here during the late shift weren’t really men at all, they were boys. Mainly after only one thing...to get laid. Usually they had little to no money, and spent most of what they did monetarily possess on getting totally plastered.
Speak of the devil…

 “Hey you, what’s your name?” A twenty-something college student walked up to me as I sat at one of the circular bar style tables. He placed his beer bottle on my table. I breathed an internal sigh of irritation.

 “Why hello.” I replied in an overly enthusiastic tone.

 “I’m Eric, and you are…?” He nervously stuck out a hand towards my body.

 “Sierra, nice to meet you Eric.” I shook, but made zero attempt to engage physically.

 “I saw you on stage, Sierra, you’re fun!”

 (Okay, so maybe this was going somewhere, I thought to myself. I’ll play).

 “Oh yeah? Thanks! I enjoy what I do, Eric.”

Silence as he took a chug of his beer. He wasn’t as cocky as I’d expected.

 “What about you, what do you do?” (My attempt to break the awkwardness).

 “Uh, I’m studying currently.”

He seemed ashamed now, and I wondered if I’d offended him. Surely not.

 “Hey Sierra, let’s go have some fun. How much are your dances?”

 (This might actually be worth my time. I stood up, making myself more present, moving closer to his body).

 “I charge the normal price, $25 per song.”

 As I traced my fingers across his “free” arm (the one not holding a beer bottle), his eyes lit up. Goosebumps appeared almost instantly, and he smiled.

 “Okay! Let me finish this first and we’ll go.”

 I had no idea how much cash he had on him, but I was willing to milk this kid for all the money he could muster. Probably from an account that his mom and dad had set up for him and deposited into each month. His adam's apple rose and fell three times as he gulped the remainder of his beverage. He slammed it onto the table and I jumped slightly, not expecting it to be so loud. Eagerly, he took my hand and fast walked towards the private area on the opposite side of the club.
We weaved our bodies through the crowd, past the DJ booth, more tables and the center stage, along side the alternate stage. The private dance booths were directly in front of us now, and I stopped him just before he walked inside.

 “Can you pay before hand? Just for the first dance, so I know you’re serious.” My voice remained playful, so he wouldn’t get nervous or think too much.

 “Oh...uh, yeah. Here yah go.” He handed me a twenty and five ones, then proceeded to grab my hand again. His enthusiasm caught me off guard as he practically pulled me up the stairs to one of the last rooms of the mound like set up.
They were little booths, carefully tucked into a series of rising floors, open at the top for added security. One to two bouncers guarded the entry way. They made sure to pace up and down the stairs, monitoring the dances both physically and on camera during.We entered, and I asked him to sit for our song. DJ Kyle announced that this would be the final song of the two song set for the current dancer on stage, and that if anyone wanted to get up there and show her a good time, that this was their chance.

 Eric took out his keys and a few other random objects from his pocket, placing them on the floor. I took off my shoes for safety reasons.

1. Easier to run away.
2. Less likely to shishkabob a groin.

 “Ready?”

Eric grinned, and nodded in agreement.  I took one step towards him, my hips moving from one side to the other. My arms rose from my sides, caressing my breasts still inside my top. Then running them through my hair, I flicked circularly, just once. His open mouthed expression told me he was indeed, ready. I climbed onto his lap, hands touching his hair gently, then shoulders, chest...and BAM. My hips dropped to the beat of the song directly onto his groin. My hands grabbed his head and forcefully brought him to my chest, giving his nose a playful booby jiggle. But I didn’t want to give him too much all at once. He already looked as if he may have an accident in his pants. And that had happened before.

 Swiftly, my legs brought me to standing, and I turned to face away from Eric. My hips danced circularly, as my fingers unclasped my top, and before you could say “boobies”, it was off. Now bent over one leg, still facing away from him, I ran my hand up my leg, all the way to my hip, turned, and gave him a very dirty look. As I turned around to face Eric, I covered up my small breasts, and sat on his lap. No touching was allowed, so dancers had to get inventive with ways to keep their customers attention. My body so close to his, our heat began to exchange. He would breathe in, and I’d breathe out. He was very hard now, I thought he’d hidden a rock in his pants.

 “You seems to be enjoying yourself” were the first words out of my mouth since the song had started. I continued the dance. Eric’s mouth surrounded in boobs, his reply was muffled. I released him to give him a chance to talk.

 “Am I ever.” The three words exited his mouth more slowly that I’d ever heard before.

 “Uhh...let’s keep going. Is that ok?” He spoke again, looking at me as If I had his very life in my hands.

 “I’d love that, Eric.” My smile slightly devious, tempting.

 I could feel his bulge hardening again. He said nothing, just gazed at me as I stood up on his chair, feet on either arm rest, and danced directly above his wide eyed, longing, typical college boy stare. This was fun.