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In the more reserved part of the gentleman's club, I finish my lap dance for an incredibly beautiful and buxom blonde. I normally don't give lap dances to another woman, but I couldn't resist the offer from such an incredibly beautiful and buxom blonde. I pull the top of my sexy sequin dress back on that once again conceals by lovely 38D breasts. I instinctively shake my head that makes my long, lush black hair flow behind my back. I then thank the buxom blonde, who blushes while she pays me for the lap dances. I smirk wickedly after she leaves, as I've probably made her desire future lesbian encounters. Over the club's speakers, I hear the DJ announce that Diana is the next dancer to perform on the main stage. That's me. I disappear into the back of the club, and then I wait behind the curtains of the main stage. The DJ plays one more song, and then introduces me. I appear through the curtains with a big smile on my face. My smile widens as I see all of the horny men, and even some sexy ladies, encircling the main stage. I see men wave dollar bills at me, but I deliberately ignore them to make them think I'm hard to get. The DJ plays one of my favorite dance songs, and then I perform my seductive strip tease. With my back turned to most of the cheering folks, I pull down the straps of my sexy dress. I hear whistles as the strobe lights shine upon my bare shoulders. I turn back to everyone with my arms deliberately across my massive bosom to conceal my huge 38D breasts. I bend forwards, and then move my arms away that exposes my big tits. I'm incredibly lucky where gravity has little effect upon my massive juggs. I raise my arms into the air, and then slowly spin around so that everyone can view my huge tits. I can't stop myself from smiling happily, while everyone gawks at me. I occasionally wink at someone who isn't wearing a T-shirt and jeans. By this time, my favorite song has ended and then the DJ plays another song. I turn away from everyone again, and then I slowly strip out of my sequin dress. I deliberately slow down when pulling my dress along my shapely ass. I step out of my discarded dress, where I'm only wear a sexy thong that leaves little to the imagination. The front of my thong barely conceals my pussy lips, while the back of my thong barely conceals my tight, puckered asshole. Folks clap, whistle, and cheer upon seeing my sexy, shapely body. I hear the second song end, and then the DJ plays a final song for my stage performance. I strut closer to the edges of the main stage, so that the patrons can tip me. Some folks, who look like they shouldn't be spending their money here, give me dollar bills. I slip those dollar bills into the sides of my skimpy thong. I smile happily when I see someone waving a 20 dollar bill. I squat down for those patrons, and then let them insert their 20 into the side of my thong. I either wink and wave thanks to those patrons, or I blow a kiss to them. Folks, regardless of how much they tip me, are incredibly generous tonight. A plethora of money has been stuffed into the sides and back of my skimpy thong. I hear the last song end, and then the DJ tells everyone to give it up for me, Diana. I pick up my discarded dress, and then exit through the curtains. On the other side of the curtain, someone is waiting for me with a container. I fill the container with all of the money that I've been tipped. The manager of this gentlemen's club is generous, where I get half of the tip money. I venture into the dress room, so that I can freshen up. I quickly put on my sexy sequin dress. I then look into one of the mirrors to make sure I'm showing an ample amount of cleavage. And then, I touch up my make-up. Before I leave the dressing room, one of the other strippers tells me that I should check out the guy at the bar. I mention that I should be working the floor to get lap dances, but she tells me this stranger was intently watching my main stage performance. I return to the main part of the club, where the patrons reside. I make my way to the bar. I'm stopped a few times by eager guys who have mustered the courage to ask me for a lap dance. I flash my happy smile at those guys, and then tell them that I'll be back later. I feel empowered upon seeing their sad faces, after I decline their requests, but that just adds my allure that I'm unattainable. In a few moments, I sit down at the bar next to the stranger. I ask the bartender for my favorite drink. I look at the unknown man next to me. I greatly appreciate that he's dressed business casual with a nice dress shirt and dress pants. I also see that he's drinking at dirty martini. I start things off by asking if I can have one of his cheese filled olives. Without hesitations, he offers me the toothpick with his two olives. I deliberately tease him by using my mouth and teeth to pull off one of the olives. I enjoy the salty taste of the cheese filled olive. I then introduce myself to him. I try to act in my aloof, emotionally detached stripper persona, but I find the stranger very hunky. He introduces himself as "Mike". I tease him by calling him "Mikey". Most guys with his name don't like being called "Mikey". This hunky guy, however, flashes a coy grin; and tells me it's okay call to him "Mikey". His charming grin makes me desire him. I take a long sip of my drink for some liquid courage. I then hear him ask if I can give him a lap dance. I try not to sound eager, and then tell him that I'd be delighted to give him a lap dance. Like with other patrons, I hold onto Mikey's hand as I guide him into the secluded area where lap dances are given. I can't help but smile, upon feeling how he barely holds my hand. I tell him that it's okay to hold my hand tighter. As he holds my hand tighter, I suddenly feel like a teenager taking her date to a private place.