Before I tell you about that night, I want you to know I'm eighteen now and I still dance or entertain a couple weekends a month to cover expenses even though I have another job and take some college classes. I like dancing. But now I want to tell you about what happened to me three years ago when I was only fifteen. Barely fifteen; and I got a job in a strip club.

I've always been cute. I'm not bragging, but guys have liked looking at me ever since I can remember. Even before I reached puberty I could tell that boys and men seemed to want to please me, or flirt with me, or have some excuse to touch me. And since I'm playful by nature I decided to have some fun and tease. Teasing came naturally, as it does to most girls, but I noticed that I seemed to be first choice when the boys or men decided who to try to flirt with or touch. It was fun. It still is.

When I was fifteen, I borrowed my cousin's ID card and she dropped me off at a place near where she worked as a dancer. Angie was cute, too, and we liked to meet boys together sometimes even though she is three years older than me.

It was over an hour away so we figured we would never see anyone who would know us. The neighborhood with the bars seemed more like an industrial area than a residential area.

Anyway, I was so excited I could hardly stand it. I got my first dancing job. They checked the ID and had me fill out some forms. Besides the usual job application stuff, I had to agree not to meet customers outside of their club, and not to let customers touch me (too much) especially if anybody else could see. They try to screen customers, but they still warned us that one of them might be a cop looking for some excuse to shut down their bar.

I enjoyed dancing, even though those shoes I borrowed from Angie were way too high. She said they would make me over five feet tall. Oh, yeah, I weigh 99 pounds and have sort of sandy, reddish-brown hair just below my shoulders. Angie said I should trim my bush before I dance, because so many guys love the "little girl look," as she said. When I started trimming my bush though I got carried away and shaved it all off. Boy, talk about a "little girl look." I could have passed for 12, except for my 34 -B tits.

Angie loaned me one of her dancing costumes - kind of like a swimsuit, but the panties were too baggy. I filled the bra completely but my tits didn't bounce as much as hers did. We had a practice session the week before and she showed me some of the things to do when I danced so I would get better tips. That was when I learned I could force my nipple up to my lips if I bent my head down all the way. It was straining my neck, but she said some guys loved that.

"Your tits are so firm, Sammi, that they don't even jiggle! But I can tell they are real. If you are lucky enough to do any totally nude dances they might wonder about your small nipples, too, but the guys will love it." She was right.

Gary, the manager/bouncer said, "The customers like the new girls, especially skinny ones like you. But don't think every night will be as good as your first few weeks. I'll keep a close eye on you tonight." The right side of his black mustache twitched upwards. "I mean I wouldn't let anybody hurt you and I want to make sure you don't let anybody start feeling you up. Not too much anyway." He gave me a warning look when he said the last part.

I was so nervous, but when I started dancing on the stage, guys began putting dollars in my garter right away. And, here's my secret for getting lots of tips: Gary was over near the bar since somebody else was at the door checking IDs and collecting the money, so he couldn't see my front when I sat on the edge of the top stage. There was another step below stage level, where guys could set their drinks, which I put my feet on. Here's the secret part: to let the guys could put a dollar in my garter, I would sit down with my knees wide apart, so they could put the dollar against my upper thigh. Since my panties were a little loose, if I twisted my butt and scooted back, they could see my right lip. Or maybe both lips, I'm not sure, and I pretended that I didn't know I was exposed.

So many customers wanted to tip me I could hardly dance. I did topless lap dances straight through to my next stage set. For the topless lap dances I wasn't really allowed to sit on their laps. Nobody had enough money to go in the "totally nude" alcove with the beaded curtains, but I was still making good money. And it was fun teasing - seeing the unmitigated lust in their faces.

During the next stage dance it happened.

I was getting tips, enjoying the attention, when I looked up at the guy tipping me and it was Uncle Dave! At the same time, he looked into my face. We each did a double take and turned red with embarrassment. He was business partners with my dad, and I had known him since I was a baby. He would come over to the house at least once a month. He and my dad played golf together. Uncle Dave and Aunt Ginny went out for dinner with Mom and Dad several times a year.

Oh my god. What was I going to do. But at least he looked embarrassed, too.

I finished the stage dance and noticed he was watching me closely. So was everybody else. Cool.

After the topless stage dance, I put my short dress back on and was getting more tips walking around the bar. I asked him if he would like a private dance. I asked everybody that, but I also whispered in his ear, "Can we talk? I'm so embarrassed. Please don't tell Daddy."

He said, "Let's go in the bead room," as some of the regular customers called it.

This would be my first totally nude dance. And we would at least have a chance to talk in more privacy. God! Daddy would kill me. But I think he would be mad at his brother, too.

He followed me to the room and said I seemed so much taller. We both looked at my shoes and laughed.

Uncle Dave sat back in the center of the stuffed couch and gave me money for five dances. My biggest job of the night, and it would give us time to talk. But, since he was leaning back so far, and because he was so tall, I practically had to lay on him to whisper in his ear.

Those high heeled, platform shoes were difficult to walk in, kind of like stilts. I took the money out to Gary. The way it worked for private dance was: the club got half and the dancer got half, but she could keep all of her tips.

"Uncle Dave, I have to dance or it will raise suspicions. And I have to wear panties when I sit on your lap. It's the rules."

"I know the rules here, Samantha." And he smiled. His smile told me not to worry, but he also said, "I won't say anything to Fred and I hope you don't either."

Everybody knew about my dad's temper. Some guys were afraid to date me because they were afraid of him. Most of the time he was a real softy with me, even though he did get mad sometimes.

Anyway, I took off my dress and started dancing in just my panties, high heels, and garter. I didn't wear a bra because, like Angie told me, it slows things down.

"Call me Dave, Samantha. God you are beautiful I've always liked looking at you ever since you were little. How old are you? I know you aren't eighteen yet."

"Shhh!" I giggled a little nervously. I was glad he was still smiling and looking at my body. He didn't look like he was going to tell. "I'm almost eighteen and I borrowed a friend's ID card. Don't tell anybody, especially Daddy."

"Agreed. That makes two secrets we have, Samantha. Maybe before the night is over we will be sharing even more secrets. But how old are you exactly? I know you just started the tenth grade."

"Fifteen." I was standing between his knees, facing out into the room. I wanted to practice wiggling my butt in his face the way Angie showed me. Angie told me to twitch my butt muscles towards the customer while wiggling back and forth, to get them excited. I wanted to try all of her suggestions on Uncle Dave. He was always nice to me. Some people were looking towards our room, but I knew they couldn't see in very well. Pressure on the sides of my knees told me he was squeezing me between his legs. I turned and laughed. His smile encouraged me.

"You secret is safe with me, Samantha. And I love your dancing. Here is another secret. You are so cute that I'm about ready to cum. Just dance for me and we can talk all night.

"Do you want me to take my panties off and dance?" I asked him in my innocent, little girl voice, teasing him. I'm allowed to take them off in here."

"Sit on my lap and wiggle around a minute first, then take them off. I should have brought in my flashlight."

As soon as my butt sat on his lap, I could feel his erection through his pants. "It feels like you have a flashlight, Uncle Dave." I said. And we both laughed. He put his hands on the sides of my hips and wiggled me around on his erection. After wiggling back and forth on it I stood and turned. Angie told me not to help customers cum right away because then they would leave and not buy anymore dances. This was so much fun, and I trusted Uncle Dave. Some of the customers looked too seedy. I didn't really want them to touch me.

I pulled my panties half way down. He was staring at my bald pussy while I danced at half-mast.

"I can hardly tell you shave, Samantha. It looks so bald and beautiful.

I want to kiss it. I want to kiss you all over - front and back, top to bottom."

"That would be fun sometime, Uncle Dave. I would like that, too. He was getting me excited with his compliments and surreptitious feels. I was feeling excited all night from being naughty, but this was even more naughty!

We knew secrets about each other. I knew about his wife and kids, his job, and now, the approximate size of his erect penis. He knew about me being too young, my dad - well, my whole family - and about me being a dancer. We talked and I danced for over a half hour. He tipped me forty dollars after the first five dances and got another Super Deal - five dances for a hundred dollars. After giving Gary the money, I walked back in with just my panties, shoes, and garter. Some other customers watched me instead of the present dancer. This could have pissed off the girl who was dancing, but it was part of the scene. One of the girls, Bobbi, told me about some of the things, including how to keep a guy on the edge of cumming, but not bringing him over.

Uncle Dave, I mean Dave, seemed like he was on the edge of cumming from the first beat of his first song. We talked about other things and somehow he got me talking about my first sexual experiences, fantasies, and stuff like that.

"Look," I said, as I stretched up my right breast and kissed it, "I just learned to kiss my own tits. I couldn't have done this six months ago."

"I would have!" he said to me, with a big smile splitting his face in half. "And I like the little tattoo on your butt. I doubt if your parents know about it, right?"

"You're right."

Kneeling on the edge of the couch, straddling his lap, I tugged the loose panties to the side so he could see my bald, open pussy while I wiggled around. He had already felt it, and my tits, and my ass, too, while I was dancing, but he kept his feels out of sight from the management.

Well, since I technically had my panties on I was allowed to sit all the way down on his lap. My bald pussy was still very sensitive, even though Angie had helped me shave it the weekend before. She said I would be conscious of the tickling feeling for the first couple weeks. When I rubbed myself on his lap I was worried about making a big wet spot on his trousers. I could tell I was very aroused and was conscious of the wetness between my legs. His erection felt great between my open lips, as I slid up and down on his lap, and I wished he could slide inside me. His fingers answered my silent prayer as he inserted one between my lips. I kept wiggling around on his lap with his finger inside me. The spasms told him I was cumming even though I didn't make any noises. As his finger withdrew, I felt his spasms begin so I pressed my crotch down on his lap, trying to grind into him. We both came. Between the two of us, his pants got really wet.

There were over a hundred customers, and several of them kept glancing towards the two private booths, trying to discern the nude dancers behind the hanging screens of beads. Dave and I were in a world of our own though, not hearing the loud rock music, drink orders, occasional cheering, and so on. We were looking into each others eyes in the dim light. He smelled his finger which he had just pulled out of me, then he put it in his mouth.

At first I was worried it would smell bad, but when he put his finger in his mouth and said "wonderful" as he smiled into my eyes, I knew we would be lovers again. And I was glad.

"Next time, no pants. Agreed?" he said.

"Agreed." I answered in a whisper.

We made arrangements for him to pick me up after school on Tuesday.

He already had a motel room. That afternoon was a life changing experience - but I don't mean losing my virginity because that had been gone for over a year. I mean that was when I transferred my desires from boys to older men.

Jimmy, my boyfriend, "fucked" me. But Dave "cherished" me. Jimmy pinched my tits, but Dave caressed them - kissing all around the edge, then playing with my nipples with his tongue, gently sucking and biting. Dave also loved to eat me - marching me to a state of passion which Jimmy was incapable of - not that it was his fault - he just didn't know any better. Like, Jimmy used me to get himself off, but Dave made love to me. It's hard to explain.

Dave taught me so much. He was gentle. But sometimes he would spank me or slap, tickle, pinch, or bite and then kiss, fondle, caress, stroke, and -oh god, he brought me to the edge and kept me there. Sometimes he put his finger up my ass while he was eating me. My panties would get wet at school, just thinking about him.

Dave introduced me to several other older men. They all seem more appreciative, and they are more generous than the younger guys who watched me dance in the bar.

I don't do anything for money, but they want to help with my educational expenses, and I enjoy their company so, like Uncle Dave said: it's a win-win situation. One guy told me I was like a therapist, only more direct. "A psychiatrist charges $150.00/hour and you are much more help" he said.

Uncle Dave said it would be much safer for me to just do "private shows" from now on, because of my school schedule, my reputation and family, and some of the jerks who go to those types of dance bars. "Most of the customers are nice, but some are very rude or dirty. And the rudest ones are usually the ones without any money."

He looked out for me and only introduced me to his friends who would be clean, discrete, and generous. It seemed like Dave and his friends got a kick out of making me cum, kind of to reaffirm their manhood or something. Well, that was fine with me! They all still love to eat me. It's great.

Two of the guys have me dress up like a little girl and sit on their laps and tell them about my girl scout meeting, or dancing lessons. It was fun pretending with them. I could cum multiple times with them and always told them how great they made me feel. They usually came, too, but I always did.

I still dance occasionally. I'm not planning to quit school. But I love to dance and tease older men. Older men excite me. The sight of gray hair makes me wet!