The Quickie Chronicles - Playlist

Around 3pm on Friday, my boss passed by my office, and started a conversation about what I planned to do this weekend. I told her that I really didn't plan on doing anything in particular, but that my plans could change before the night was over. See, I already knew that one of my friends would extend an invitation that I couldn't refuse. Sure enough, around 10pm Friday night, an opportunity presented itself, and I went for it. I'm usually not one for strip clubs, but when someone offers to take care of your cover charge, buy your first three beers, and buy you a lap dance, one would be stupid not to go, right? I jumped in the shower, threw on some clothes, grabbed some money from my cash savings, and waited for my friend (Nicole) to pick me up. When Nicole arrived at "The Resort," to pick me up, she promised me that we'd have a great time, and that I'd thank her on Saturday afternoon.

When we arrived at Scuttlebutt, I'll admit that I was super skeptical. I mean, if we're going off first impressions, the name of the club alone had me wanting to just go back home. However, Nicole assured me that despite the name, I'd still see and feel on naked women....which did make me feel a little better. Once inside, the overwhelming smell of fruity bod spray and sweat punched me in the face. Laughing at the face I made, Nicole grabbed my hand, and we made a v-line to the bar. I ordered a Bud Light Platinum, and Nicole got a Malibu and Pineapple. After paying for the drinks, she and I found a place to sit near the stage. The first two dancers were "meh," but then the music changed,  and the DJ introduced Egypt....

When Egypt hit the stage, SupaFreak started blasting, and I dropped my beer. 6'0'' tall, but 5'6" without her heels on, super thick, long dark hair, caramel skin covered with tattoos, Marilyn Monroe piercing, and a pair of lips worth paying for. I was in awe, as she twerked and worked the stage. After a quick swing around the pole, then she climbed to the top, and quickly slid down and stopped within breathing distance of the stage floor. I reached into my pocket, and grabbed at least $30 in $1 bills. I started throwing them at her [one at a time], just to get her attention. Since Nicole and I were the only young Black people in the club, Egypt noticed us bucking to the music. She took off her top, crawled over towards us, and made her ass clap in Nicole's face. Nicole smacked Egypt's ass, and slipped three bucks in her thong. Egypy, then rolled over, and pulled my head towards her lap. She then popped her pussy in my face, as I grabbed her thong with my teeth. She winked at me, and I threw the remaining money in my hand onto the stage. Nah, I wasn't in love with a stripper, but I damn sure liked this one.

After Egypt left the stage, I told Nicole that I wanted to cash in my lap dance voucher with her. Nicole smiled, left me $4 for another beer, and went to find Egypt. As I was at the bar waiting for my beer, a pair of hands rested against my chest, and a sweet voice whispered in my ear, "I heard you were looking for me." Egypt was standing behind me,  ready to dance for me. I grabbed that beer in record time, and watched Egypt's ass as she led me to a private seat. Round of Applause came on, and Egypt went to work. She straddled me, and began to grind on me. She bounced up and down, and rolled her hips to the beat of the song. Then, she stood up in front of me, twerked it for me, and plopped down into my lap. She had me turned all the way up, and I was kinda pissed that the song was ending. I asked her if there was somewhere a little more private room we could go to, as I pulled out a $100 bill from my pocket. Egypt took me by the hand, and led me to Scuttlebutt's equivalent of "The Champagne Room."

With Egypt holding my hand, she brought me to a private room, not a chair with a curtain around it, an actual room. Now, I'd never been to the back room in the strip club before, but I had no idea it would look like that. She closed and locked the door, tied her hair up, and told me to sit down. Then, she plugged in her iPod, and turned the volume up. I'm Single started playing, as she took off her top and thong. Now that she was ass naked, I got a chance to admire the artwork spread across her sun-kissed skin. Her tattoos told a love story, filled with joy and pain....but as she unzipped my jeans, I stopped listening to her story. She massaged my dick, and asked if I wanted her to ride it [for $50 extra]. As I reached for my wallet, she snatched a condom from the shelf behind me. With the money in her hand, she put the condom in her mouth, and rolled it onto me using her lips. With the condom secured, she straddled me again, but this time, she let her ankles sit on my shoulders. Placing her hands on my knees, she pushed herself up and down on my dick. That shit was wild, as she interchanged from fast bouncing, to slow grinding, to rocking. She then placed her legs straight up in the air, and opened and closed them, squeezing me inside of her. Temptation was the next song that came on, and Egypt swung her legs around, and was now sitting with her back to me. She continued bouncing up and down, as the heavy Southern beat banged through the speakers. I played with her clit as she worked, and just before the song ended, the Nile flowed for me. She moaned and jerked, and slowly stood up to stretch out a little. Unexpectedly, she gave me $25 back, noting that I got a discount because I didn't cum.

Still reeling from what I'd just been through, I caught up with Nicole, and told her that I was ready to go home. Nicole obviously could tell that I was satisfied, and we headed for the door. Nicole dropped me off, and I went upstairs to my apartment. *yawn and stretch* As Nicole projected, I woke up around Noon, and sent her a text, thanking her for bringing me to the club. I was hungry, so I decided to go to Waffle House for breakfast / lunch. Before getting into my car, I walked over to check my mailbox. As I turned away from the mailboxes, there she was. Egypt, whose real name is Kenya, was walking my way. My heart started racing, as she got closer. Before I could speak, Kenya said, "I don't usually do this, but I still owe you from last night." Fuck Waffle House!! I made a deal with Kenya: If she cooked breakfast / lunch for us, her debt to me would be settled. She smiled, and invited me to her apartment. As she prepped to cook, she put her iPod on....Pyramids. How ironic that she'd put this song on, right? Everything was cool, until  the 4:26 mark of the song. Kenya, closed the blinds, slowly pulled her shirt off, transformed into Egypt, and told me, "We have some unfinished business to attend to."