German Male Stripper Gave Me an Orgasm

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“Sir, you wanted to see me.”

“Tracey, come on in.” I crossed my legs and smiled after I sat in front of Mr Wynn. “Mark received terrible news yesterday. His dad passed away.”

“Oh, my.”

“Yes, he’s distraught and had to go on compassionate leave.” He looked down at the desk, shook his head and looked more upset about Mark’s absence than his dad’s death. “The Lux Jocks campaign is in two days.”


“Since Mark can’t make it, we need a replacement. I was hoping that you would do it,” he said and clenched his teeth.

I wasn’t sure if he really wanted me to go or was hoping that I would decline the offer. “That would be a huge honour, sir.”

He smiled with compressed lips. “Great. I’ll have Mark forward you his Powerpoint presentation. Make sure you’re prepared. The Lux Jocks campaign is extremely important to us. You know that Mark was successful in winning the campaign for the last seven years.”

“Yes, sir.”

“I’ve already got enough grief from the board about other matters. Make sure you don’t give me another headache.”

“I’ll do my best,” I said and smiled.

“We’ll get your tickets booked today, and call Hans at the Munich branch and introduce yourself.”

“Hans? The guy that Mark complained about every year after his trip?”

“Yes. He has to be there to translate anything that the German executives might not understand if you get too technical.”

“Okay. I’ll do that right away.” I walked to the door and turned around. “And thank you for the opportunity, sir.”

He glanced at me and cracked a smile before lowering his gaze to the file in front of him. I’ll show him. Not only will I get the campaign, but he’ll ask me to do it again next year.

I walked to my desk and dialled the Munich branch. “May I speak to Hans, please?”

“One moment. I’ll put you through.”

“Hello,” said a man.

“Hi, I’d like to speak to Hans?”

“Of course you would. Everyone does. It’s me, babe.”

I frowned. “Good morning, Hans. My name is Tracey McGregor. I’m calling from headquarters.”

“Yes. What can I do you for?”

My forehead wrinkled as I revealed my teeth. “I wanted to introduce myself and tell you that I’m coming instead of Mark.”

“All right. Hope you’re quite a looker.”

“Excuse me?”

“Nothing. I’m just pulling your leg, babe, or I wish I was,” he said and laughed obnoxiously.

“Oh-kay. I’ll be in Munich on Thursday night, and I’ll see you on Friday morning for the presentation.”

“Hope so, if I still have a job by then. Hahahahahah. Check you later, babe.”

I slammed the phone and grimaced from feeling squeamish.

The following morning, the aftertaste of the scrambled eggs bubbled up in my mouth and made me stand up and run to the bathroom. Fortunately, I recovered by the time I got there, so I looked at myself in the mirror. What a disgusting, unprofessional pig. Can’t believe I have to work with him. Just keep it together, Tracey. Keep your eyes on the prize. I adjusted my tight skirt and tucked my black hair behind my ear.

Mark’s email came through as I was making dinner. I read the presentation after the meal and understood why he managed to get the campaign for so many years. I rehearsed the presentation easily ten times and recited it in my car the following morning.

“You’re ready?” asked Mr Wynn as I walked past his office.

“Yes, sir. I’ve got the presentation memorised word for word.”

“Don’t disappoint me.”

I rehearsed again about another three times when I got home that night and twice on the plane the following day. I landed in Munich at six pm and got to the hotel an hour later.

While unpacking, I remembered that I had completely forgotten about Elaine. It must’ve been my determination to win that made me forget about my high school friend, so I picked up the phone. “Hey, you. It’s Tracey.”

“Tracey. Oh, my God. Haven’t heard from you in months. What you been up to?”

“Working. Sorry that I’ve been so quiet. I’ve been busy. You know how it is.”

“I know that you’re obsessed with your job and dedicate too much time to it. Where are you now? What you up to?”

“About that. I’m actually in Munich.”

As she shrieked, I flinched and moved the phone away from my ear. “You serious?”

“Yes. I’ve got a presentation in the morning, then I leave at night.”

“What? So short? We have to see each other, and I’m not taking no for an answer.”

“When?” I asked.

“Tonight. I have to attend a friend’s bachelorette party, and it would be great to see you there.”

“I don’t know. It’s not exactly my scene.”

“Mine neither, but who cares? It’s for one night, and if I don’t see you tonight, then when?”

“I guess. It would be nice to see you after all this time…All right. Send me the address.”

Her text came through two minutes later, and I saw that it was a male strip club after Googling it. That was the last place I ever thought that I’d go to, but life is full of surprises. The thought of seeing half-naked, muscular men got me excited. God knew that it had been years since I had a good night out or an orgasm for that matter. Elaine was right about me dedicating pretty much most of my time to my work, but I loved it.

I arrived at the club in high heels, a white dress that reached above my knees and revealed my right shoulder. While paying the cover charge, I heard women screaming. I walked inside and saw a stripper in the middle of the dancefloor, with women surrounding him and clapping. Elaine stood up and waved.

I scuttled to her and embraced her as we swayed from left to right. “It’s so good to see you, my dear friend,” she said. “I’m glad you made it.”

“I couldn’t come into town and not see my Elaine.”

She grabbed my hand and escorted me to the table before introducing me to the bachelorette and her friends. While talking to them, I looked at the floor and saw a woman on her knees, giving a stripper a blow job. Oh, my God. What goes on in these types of places? A part of me was shocked, but the o

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Written by EroticaLust
Cargado October 13, 2021
Notes Tracey goes to Germany for an important business trip but ends up having sex with a stripper. The trip ends up being more than she bargained for.
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