You sit on the small white table. It was backlit and glass. Just big enough for you to stay in place while you dance. You had just finished giving your client quite the show. On your knees with your legs tucked under you and legs spread. You smile at your client as he tucks some money in your garter. He's handsome. Tall and broad. With a good face and is utterly fit under his loose clothing. You admired him a few times too. His dark eyes never left you. They got darker with lust the longer you danced for him.

The private room made sure you could get very naughty. He would sit back and breath deeply. His legs spread far apart and arms resting atop the booth's cushion. You threw your bra at him and he didn't seem keen to give it back. He was enjoying the sight of you only in your panties. To him, you're the cutest girl in the lineup. With the body shape he likes and an outfit that left nothing to the imagination. The moment he walked into the strip club and saw you, he had to get a private dance.

"Thank you for the tip." You say.

He smiles and pushes his hair out of his face. It's so long and a brilliant white. It really complimented his look. Wild and free like his hair. But calm and intelligent like his eyes. With a flare of something uniquely strange and attention grabbing like the red markings down his face.

"Anything for you, honey." He smiles. "Do I gotta go now? Or can we hang out?"

"Well I don't know. Is it worth my time?"

He scoffs and tucks in another tip into your garter. You thank him and sit back. Arching your back and putting your arms to the side to show off your bare breasts.

"Are there cameras in here?"

You shake your head. "No sir." You tell him as you crawl off the table. You sit on his lap and throw your hair to one side. "Why? Is there something particularly naughty you want to do?"

He looks at your chest, then back up to your eyes. "Can I touch you?"

"Can you?" You chuckle and grab his hands. How nice of him to ask! That was better than most of your clientele. You bring them to your boobs and he squeezes.

"What's your name?... your real one."

You hum a pleased note. His hands kneading your breasts feels quite nice. It was turning you on. He pinches your nipples and asks again. You bite your lip.

"Isn't it polite to introduce yourself first?" You ask him coyly. You put your hands in his hair and begin to move your hips. Nice and slow so he can feel every single little movement.

"Hm, you're a clever girl." He chuckles as he runs his thumbs over your hardened nubs. "I'm Jiraiya."

"That's a nice name." You compliment. You run a hand down his chest while your other stays deeply tangled in his hair. "It suits you."

"Thanks. Now, what's yours?"

"If I may? Why do you need to know?"

"Just curious. You just don't look like a Kitty."

You laugh. You draw circles into his skin on his chest.

"And you'd be right." You confirm. You grip a fistful of hair at the back of his head and pull his head back. Your lips are a fraction away from his as you whisper your real name.

"I like that better. It's a shame you can't use it." Jiraiya runs his hands down the sides of your torso and grabs your hips. He controls the rhythm more and he pushes you harder against his crotch. "Have you ever wanted a client?"

"Yes."

"Do you want me?"

Tingles run up your spine and excitement rushes to your core. It was very against this rules. You could be fired and blacklisted from other clubs. But... this man. Sexy and irresistibly charming.

"Yes."

"Will you get in trouble?" Now he's excited. Grinding himself against you as he pushes you harder against his pelvis.

"I will, yes." You rock yourself into the rhythm he set. Not breaking eye contact the whole time.

"Is the door locked?"

"They don't have locks."

"So anyone could walk in?"

You nod. Your heart is quickening. You lightly scratch his chest by mistake. He feels big. Then before you know it, you're standing on the booth and slowly pulling off your lingerie. And Jiraiya is eager to help. He grabs them after you pull them to your knees and pulls them to your feet. You step out of the leg holes and he tosses them aside. You hold onto his shoulders as you sink back down, his lips dragging along your skin as you do. He pulls his pants and underwear down just enough to pull out his cock. The head just barely meets your slit. Just enough to just poke into your entrance.

"You ready?" Jiraiya asks, his fingers digging into your flesh as he spoke.

You grip onto his clothing before sinking down. You can't help but moan. He is big. Filling and stretching you in just the right ways. Perfect for a good fuck. You smirk and began to move. Rocking hard forward and backwards as you lift up and sinking down.

"Mmmmm... you feel good." You said happily.

Jiraiya smiles. He really needed this. It's been a while since he had a good time. It might be irresponsible, but does he really care? No. You're beautiful. You make the most beautiful face when you're enjoying yourself. Eyes partway closed, smiling with your mouth open. He doesn't do much to help you. The way you're moving is perfect. He runs his hands up and down your thighs.

The doorknob rattles. You pause and look at it. When it begins opens, you get up. You manage to jump and sit on the table on your knees with your legs spread ass out towards your client. With your hands in your hair and back arched so it looked like you are in the middle of a dance. The bouncers tend to make rounds since they're aren't cameras.

"Everything okay in here?" The bouncer asks.

Your privates are already disagreeing. Pulsating and throbbing with a need. Complaining about how you suddenly took away the thing that was making you feel so damn good. You can feel how your own fluids are running down the back of your legs. You sit back and tuck your hands between your legs to hide how excited you are. It'll make the security suspicious.

Your partner was no better. You cast a glance behind you. Jiraiya was sitting back with his leg crossed over the other. His hand placed over his lap to strategically hide his exposed hard on. His breathing was a little hard, and his eyes won't leave your ass. But his face was surprisingly neutral considering how badly he wants to continue.

"Perfectly fine." You answer.

"It just seems like this is going on for a long time."

"He paid for another dance."

"Okay."

The bouncer left. The door shut. Oh thank god! You sigh out your relief. Jiraiya is now standing behind you. You can feel his presence close behind you. He's eager to continue. The tip of his cock teases your entrance again. You lean forward to give him a better angle and he grabs ahold of your thighs. You cry out when he goes balls deep in a single quick motion. You hold onto the rim of the table as he fucks you. It rocks and tilts with the motions. You bite your lip to keep you from crying out. You can't help but touch yourself.

You grit your teeth as it became almost overwhelming. How badly you wanted to scream. The whole club might hear you, even over the music. Jiraiya was being quiet too. Restraining his grunts and moans. Having another person interrupting this would make him lose his mind. You feel too good and he wouldn't pull out. And having an audience wouldn't put him off. It would take a few people to pull him off at this point. It's just too damn good.

A throaty moan loudly sounds from you. You couldn't hold it back. He's going faster! Jiraiya curses under his breath and leans forward. He pulls you by your hips. Pushing you away until he's barely inside, then bringing you back whilst thrusting forward to get in as deep as possible.

"Fuck!" Came the only word you could conjure.

This is too exciting! Jiraiya bites his lower lip. He really digs into you. Pulling the plump skin of your ass apart and digging his nails into your skin. Oh god he can't! This is just too good. From the sounds you're making to the way your body feels. It was like a piece of heaven on earth.

He goes first. Calling you by your real name as finishes inside of you. You follow. It's like a mini explosion washing over your body. It started at your very centre and spreading out. After a few still seconds, Jiraiya falls back against the booth. He lands in a disgraceful way on his ass and sinks down until he's half on it. God damn... that'd make a good story. The stripper and the lonely, but success protagonist. He came to the club for inspiration anyways. Needless to say he found it.

In the meanwhile, you had sat back up. You twist a little to look over your shoulder. Only to chuckle a little at the pleased, but messy state of your client. His back arched against the booth with his head resting on it. One leg barely bent up while the other was flat on the floor. His arms half resting on the booth like he was lounging in a hot tub. His chest moved deeply as he caught his breath.

You get off the table and began your search for your clothes. You pick up your fallen tips as you go. Bra was in one corner. Undies in the other. You gonna have to stop in the bathroom to clean up before doing the rest of your shift. When you turn your attention back to the booth, Jiraiya was just finishing up. He was decent again and looking like he didn't just have sex. Except for maybe a bit of a glow to his face and a relaxed smile.

"You are a fantastic woman." He compliments.

He walks towards you and surprises you with a kiss. A good kiss. Firm, but pleasant against yours. It was gone too soon as he took a step back.

"I'll come back." He promises. He drags his thumb down your lips and whispers your name before retreating.

You watch him go. He stops at the door to face you one last time. He leaves with a smirk and a wink. You stay in the room for a few more moments. It kinda sucked to see him go so quickly. But you do have something to look forward to.

Jiraiya will be back for more.