Jaycee's Blog - Thu, Apr 6

Yesterday, I dragged Floriane to Chez Parée, one of the best-known strip joints in Montreal. She wasn't that excited about it at first, but with a little help from Tarantina, it became the only thing she wanted. (The trick: making her insanely aroused, but linking her ability to cum to watching live a girl other than herself strip naked.) She tried giving me some back talk (Floriane, not Tarantina), but her boobs grew one size every time she did. She decided to shut up when she reached DD-cups.

I used to go to strip joints more regularly pre-pandemic, but haven't done it since then. I'd also go with Brooke, but since he lives (in my body) in Quebec City, that's less of an option. Going by myself seems a little sad, so that's why I elected Floriane as my date. (At some point, I should try this with Morgan, who's a bit more shy and conservative than Flo.) At any rate, I'd forgotten how catty and competitive strippers can be. Considering I'd compelled Floriane to wear something very sexy, it was no surprise that some of the local girls thought she was a new stripper. When she mentioned her intent to set the record straight, I told her she'd better not or her bust might grow even bigger. Considering it was already bulging out of her undersized tank top, she followed my instructions.

There's always an alpha girl in those bars. It's usually the more popular or most beautiful one (often, both) and she'll defend her position through embarrassing pranks, vicious gossip, or outright intimidation. At Parée, the current top girl is a tall athletic blonde named Lindzay. When we arrived, she sitting at a prime spot at the bar, one long leg crossed over the other, wearing red lingerie that hardly left anything to the imagination. She spotted Floriane (who blushed under her intense scrutiny), then leaned toward a black-haired friend next to her. She never took her eyes off Floriane. When the raven beauty sitting nearby burst out laughing, we both knew who they were making fun. Floriane hurried away while I made sure to memorize her pretty face. She'd get her comeuppance soon enough.

The doorman sat us at a private booth (for which I tipped him quite generously since I have access to a lot of money now; I'll explain that at a later time). I ordered us some expensive drinks and waited for the girls to resume their stripping (we were between sets). It wasn't long before Lindzay and her friend (named Mercedez) stopped by our table, drinks in hand, and chatted me up. Mercedez sat on my side of the booth while Lindzay elbowed her way next to Floriane, squeezing her to the end of the booth and "accidentally" spilling part of her drink onto her breasts. Floriane protested but was probably too horny to do anything else.

That's when I had Tarantina work her magic on both strippers. Within a minute, Lindzay had fetched a nearby dancing stool, stepped on it, and was giving Floriane a spectacular striptease. Mercedez, for her part, had gotten up. With her hands clasping two edges of the table, she was grinding into the table corner, unable to stop moaning loudly. I grinned at Floriane.

"You can finger yourself if you want. They'll cum the moment you do."

I saw Floriane shuffle across from me. I imagined she spread her legs. Her hands disappeared under the table. No doubt, she frigged herself while watching the two strippers perform for us. Lindzay had a clear line of sight on what Flo was doing and looked disgusted. Unfortunately, her body wouldn't obey her. She'd caress her breasts, then squat sexily before Floriane, her knees spread lewdly. Her hips moved back in forth in a slow rhythm that (probably unconsciously) matched Floriane's own speed. Next to Lindzay, Mercedez was protesting loudly for us t "stop this," but it fell on dear ears. I badly wanted to see both of them cum.

And cum they did soon after. Floriane was first. It hit her hard. She slammed a hand on the table, freezing and gasping for air while her second hand was still buried between her legs. Lindzay and Mercedez should have looked disgusted, but their own arousal was clouding their judgment. They too came hard. It turns out that Lindzay was a screamer and Mercedez was a squirter.

Because the whole thing hadn't taken very long (Floriane was really primed and ready to go), the bouncers only got there when the strippers started their orgasms. They grabbed them with the obvious intent to take the away, but as per my instructions, the two strippers now had a mind-blowing need to have sex with them before they got home. They pushed the bouncers down (who didn't expect that kind of resistance), straddled them, and humped against the crotch of their pants like it was the last thing they'd do before dying.

This turned into a bit of a commotion. Eventually, the rutting couples were dragged away. Floriane and I got a complimentary bottle of red wine as an  apology for the offensive (and highly illegal) behavior we'd just witnessed. We didn't see Lindzay or Mercedez for the rest of the evening. The other girls (including one that I invited to a private booth to dance for me) were very courteous and mindful that we'd be well taken care of.

And we were, trust me.

So a great way to start off the weekend!

--Jaycee