Charlie and Trusty go to the Strip Club
(Or, "Charlie Meets Sasha")
By Tod Mayweather
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(This is how I pictured Sasha in the story. Imagine her looking like this but she has blonde, curly hair)
Charlie and his homeboy Trusty were in Las Vegas for the weekend. They were there to celebrate Charlie's birthday and they were looking to have a good time. "We have to go to the strip club," Charlie said.
"I don't know," Trusty said.
"It's Las Vegas. Don't you want to say you've been to a Las Vegas strip club before?" Charlie asked.
"True," Trusty said.
They left the hotel and walked down the sidewalk. Trusty kept looking at his phone as he was looking for good strip clubs in the area. Trusty was a virgin, well, Charlie was too but Charlie had been naked women before while Trusty never had. Charlie couldn't wait to see the look on Trusty's face when they got to the strip club. This wasn't just Charlie's first time at a Las Vegas strip club but at a strip club in general, and he was beyond excited.
"Here's one. It's called, 'Little Angels.' You want to go?" Trust asked.
Charlie smiled. "I want to go to 'Little Angels,'" he said.
"It says that it's a full nude club," Trusty said.
"Even better," Charlie said.
"Okay, I'll call us a ride," Trusty said.
"You're calling an Uber?" Charlie asked.
"Even better. It says right here on their site that if you call that they will send a limo to come pick you up," he said.
"Alright!" Charlie said.
Trusty raised the phone to his ear. "Yes we would like to go to Little Angels. It's two of us. We are at Caesar's Palace," he said. Ten minutes passed as a limo then pulled up at the front of the hotel. They walked forward and opened the back door.
"Charlie and Trusty?" the limo driver asked.
"That's us!" Trusty said as they then got in.
The driver started the limo up as he then began to drive away.
"Hey you know these girls are going to be butt naked right?" the limo driver asked.
"ALRIGHT!" Charlie and Trusty both yelled together.
"Where you guys from?" the limo driver asked.
"New Orleans," Charlie replied.
"Ooh. I like New Orleans. I like to go there for Marti Gras and get good and fucked up," the limo driver said.
They both began laughing at that. Ten minutes passed as they then pulled up to the building. It was painted pink with, "Little Angels," across the front. They got out as they walked inside. A sexy ass vixen which looked just like Maid Marian from the Disney film, "Robin Hood," sat at a desk wearing a pink Victoria's Secret bra.
"Hi sexy boys," she said. "You got your IDs?"
"Yep," Charlie said.
They both handed their IDs to the girl as she scanned them. "Alright have fun," she said. They smiled as they both turned sideways and walked down the hall to the left of the desk which led them into the club.
Charlie looked around. There was a disco ball as lights flashed all over the place. He looked over at the stage in the center of the room as a beautiful brown dog wearing only pink panties with her boobs out danced around the pole. He realized it was Rita. Other dogs he recognized sat in chairs around the state. He saw Dodger, Balto, Tramp, and Scamp all cheering as they threw money up onto the stage.
Charlie then felt somebody tap on his shoulder. He looked over and saw Sasha La Fleur standing there wearing a pink bra and panties. She had blonde, curly hair, similar to Margaret Robbie's when she was in the Barbie movie. He thought that it looked absolutely beautiful. At the time though he didn't know Sasha. "Hey!" she said. "You're cute. What's your name?"
"Charlie," he said. "What about yours?"
"Sheena," she said.
"Nice. That your real name?" Charlie asked.
"No silly. That's my dancer name. Maybe when we get married I'll tell you my real name," she said. Charlie liked the sound of that. Charlie looked over and saw about five beautiful, and I mean fucking beautiful, bitches circle around Trusty. They were all dressed in nothing but their underpants. Charlie felt the blood rushing to his penis as he watched.
"Come on sexy boy," one of the strippers said as they led Trusty to the back.
"Hey, where are they taking him?" Charlie asked.
"Don't worry about it. Would you like a dance?" Sasha asked.
"That sounds nice. What kind of dance will it be?" Charlie asked.
"A full nude for two hundred dollars," she said.
"Will I get to see you naked?" he asked.
She leaned in close and put her mouth on his ear. "You'll get to see me completely naked," she whispered.
"Can I touch?" he asked.
"You can touch me all you want," she whispered. Her voice was so sexy as it whispered the words in his ear. He couldn't wait for it now. He felt his heart pounding in his chest. She held his paw in hers as they walked over to the ATM as he pulled his wallet out of his pocket and slid his debit card into the ATM. He withdrew two hundred dollars as he then handed it to her. She counted it and then held his paw as she walked him to the back of the building. It was dark with dim lights from light bulb tubes in the ceiling as she led him into one of the cubicles. There was a slanted leather chair, similar to one that one might see in a psychologist's office.
He laid down on it as she pulled her phone out and placed it on a table beside them. She began to play the song, "Cherry," by Lena Del Ray. Charlie loved Lena Del Ray. Every time he looked at her cover photo of her standing in a white dress for the album, "Just for Life," he imagined how wonderful it would be for him to stick his dick in her mouth.
He laid down on his back as Sasha then got on top of him. She reached down and slid her panties off and threw them on the ground. She then reached behind her and unclipped her bra and yanked it off. He felt his penis harden even more as she began grinding against it. He reached up and began rubbing her boobs with his paws and touching her everywhere. She then turned around with her ass and her pussy in his face. He reached forward and grabbed an asshceek with each hand and spread them as far as he could and he could see her asshole.
He then leaned his head forward. "What are you doing?" Sasha asked.
"I want to give you a kiss on the neck," he said. He read online somewhere that women like that shit.
"Sorry, no kissing allowed," she said.
"Awe man," he said. She then continued to grind against him and his raging boner was so hard pressed against his jeans, he knew that she had to feel it. "I want to give you a hug," he said as he rolled her over with her back against his chest.
"Oh I love hugs! Especially when they're being paid for," she said.
"I'm going to touch your pussy," he whispered in her ear.
"No! Don't touch my pussy!" she yelled.
She rolled over and continued giving Charlie a lap dance. The phone then started going off and Charlie knew that lap dance time was over. She reached over and pressed her phone as it turned off. She then crawled off of him as she put her underwear back on. "That was fun," Charlie said.
"Yes it was," she said.
"I would love to do it again sometime. Just don't have any money right now," he said. She smiled as she then walked over and kissed him on the lips. He wrapped his arm around her as the two kissed. He stuck his tongue in her mouth and licked her tongue with it. "What's your real name?" he asked.
She leaned over and whispered in his ear, "Sasha. Sasha La Fleur."
She then walked him back out to the club where he began looking for Trusty. He looked all over the club but couldn't seem to find him anywhere. He then spent the next ten minutes looking for him but couldn't seem to find him anywhere. He then sat down and put his head in his hands. He figured he was going to have to call the police now and file a missing person's report. A random stripper then walked up to him. "Hey your friend is over there and he's really fucked up!" she said.
"Oh no," Charlie said. He remembered seeing Trusty drinking from a water bottle he filled up with vodka before they went there. He then saw Trusty super drunk as he was barely able to stand. He went over and put his arm around Trusty and walked him outside as they waited on a taxi. What Charlie didn't know at the time was that he and Sasha would eventually end up together.