I took a deep breath and make my way towards the stage as I had so many nights before. So why did I feel so nervous tonight? Tonight was no different than any other night, except for the fact that there was a scout in the audience waiting to turn one of us into the next Jeff Stryker. I hit the stage and the guys went crazy as always, only this time I was trying extra hard to come off as sexy and desirable. I wanted every man in the room to drip with pre cum for me. I teased and I provoked, made them go crazy as I slowly slipped off one piece of clothing after next.

The roar of the crowd got me rock hard, I lived for this. I finished my set a couple of hundred dollars richer. I was easily the most rewarded stripper in this club, the scout would have been stupid not to take notice. Quickly I made my way back to the dressing rooms, completely confident in my performance. I changed and made my way to the bar, stopping to greet a few regulars who as always insisted on buying me a drink. As usual I turned them down politely.

I took a seat away from everyone and ordered my usual vodka cran. My eyes searched the bar but I didn’t see anyone who seemed out of place or unfamiliar. Perhaps no one was showing up and the whole scout thing had just been a rumor, I thought. I leaned over the bar and called Mike to me. He didn’t know anything about any scout and hadn’t seen anyone suspicious or out of place here. I was getting frustrated with the whole situation. Tired of waiting around I downed my drink and careful not to make eye contact with anyone, I cut through the crowd to the dressing rooms, which were totally empty.

As I gathered my stuff to leave I heard someone come in and close the door. I figured it was one of the other dancers so I didn’t pay any attention and kept doing what I’d been doing. “That was a hell of a show out there.” The stranger’s voice startled me. No one was supposed to be in here unless they worked here, security knew that. How did this guy get through? I smiled, thanked him, and turned away, hoping he would get the hint and leave. But instead he approached me. I tried my best not to appear nervous; the last thing I wanted was to set off some psycho.

He stood there for a while, looked me up and down and all around. It was a while before he came over to me and when he did he came dangerously close to me. His crotch was within touching distance. I looked up at him and for the first time noticed how incredibly attractive he was. He was a tall man, probably in his late forties, with salt and pepper hair and wearing a tight pair of jeans that prominently showed off his growing bulge. With one hand he caressed the back of my head with the other he unzipped his jeans and let his fat cock fall out. It was a nicely cut piece of meat, which dripped with pre cum. I couldn’t help but stare, it was inches from my face. His pre cum dripped dangerously close to the edge. I stuck out my tongue and caught the first drop of pre cum before it slid off the head of his cock.