Date: Fri, 25 Mar 2005 16:54:39 +0000
From: Genny McCain <gfire55@hotmail.com>
Subject: A Genny Story...Going to the Deja Vu

I know it has been a while since I wrote anything. I was sure I was going
to spend the winter writing but just never got around to it. To all thos
that have written me and said they liked my stories, Thank you very much,
I can't describe how happy I get when I receive a letter like that.
Please keep the letters comming, I love em.

                      A Genny Story...Going to the Deja Vu


I am Genny
In that spring that I had first met Melly, I had just over two years on
the fire department. I had been all through my training and probation,
and was running on the engine at headquarters and really loving the job.
There was just one problem. Usually after about six months on the dept a
firefighter will be sent out to replace vacationing firefighters or guys
that have called in sick. It is a hated assignment because you are always
packing up and moving to another station. Then after they get about a
year on the job if an position in an outlying station opens up the rookie
will be sent out there for permanent assignment. I had a little more than
two years on and I was still at H.Q. and still subbing out to other
stations. There had been a couple of male firefighters that were slightly
junior to me that had already gotten permanent duty stations and I was
starting to get a little pissed off.

I went in to my Captain more than once and asked what the problem was.
Each time he assured me it was only temporary and that a station would
open up for me soon. By mid-summer I was still there and feeling a little
put upon. I had to go talk with the union rep and after he chatted with
the Captain I was promised the next slot that opened up.

In late August I got my station. I was assigned to Engine 4, Station 4.
It was a five person station. The Lieutenant was Pete. The two medics
were Randy and Don, and the other firefighter was Jerry. I had subbed at
this station a number of times. I liked all the guys and they seemed glad
to have me in the house. As usual I worked my ass off to make sure no one
ever had a reason to say I wasn't as good as any of the men.

By late fall I felt like I belonged there. The guys cut me no slack and I
felt that I had earned their respect. Pete was a good boss and more
importantly he ran a good fire so we felt safe following his orders in
tight situations.

It was the second week of December and I had been working out in the
little room we call our gym. It is on the other side of the apparatus
room (room with the trucks) from the living quarters so when I was done
exercising I was walking around one of the trucks when I head Don and
Pete talking. I heard Don say, "I'ts good for me but what are we going to
do about Genny?"

 I came around the truck before Pete had a chance to answer and in my
typical shy mode said "Who is going to do what about Genny?"

Both of them just stood there like they were caught doing something
naughty. I looked at Pete with the same question on my face. He kind of
stammered for a minute and then he started explaining that it had been a
tradition at the station that they all get together just before the
holidays and go out on the town. They had been doing it since Pete was
first assigned there and they were just talking about this year's plans.
I of course said "Count me in."

They both went silent again and then Pete said "Well we have always gone
to some bars that we're not sure you would like."

Right away the hairs on my neck stood up and I took an attitude it would
be hard to back down from. "Hey, I'm part of this station. I don't want
you to change your plans for me. Anywhere you want to go is fine with me.
I'm a big girl."

Don kind of smiled and said, "You sure? Because we could cut back a
little and just go to dinner or something."

Again I stepped right in it. "No. Really, Where ever you guys always go
is fine with me. I don't want you to change anything for me."

Pete didn't look like he was sure this was a good idea but he said, "Ok.
We'll keep our original plan. We are going this Friday night. We will
start at the Deja Vu, and go from there."

I tried not to show it on my face but I really didn't know they were
talking about strip clubs. I was thinking sports bars, and especially not
that one, it advertises as an all nude club. It sits just off the
Michigan State campus, and because it serves no liquor students as young
as 18 can come in. I remember when I was a coed, the guys I knew were
always talking about the wild times they had at the Deja Vu. For allot of
them it was the first time they seen a naked woman. I tried to look cool,
like nothing they could come up with could shake me, so I looked right at
Pete and said, "Fridays good. What time?"

Melly and I had moved in together in November, so I had to tell her what
was up. At first she just looked at me like I was nuts and asked why I
felt I had to do this. I tried to explain and I guess she did eventually
understand. For the next three days she constantly teased me about it.
She said "Just don't come home with any bugs on ya from that place. Be
careful what they put in your drink or they might try to get you up on
the stage." I had to take it with a smile.

On Friday I had set it up to meet Jerry in the parking lot so I didn't
have to walk in alone. Jerry is a gentle giant of a guy. He is the
closest to my age so we get along the best from the group. There were two
doors going into the building. The one on the right lead into an adult
video store and the one on the left led to the club. The doors are all
covered over so no one can see in. Once you are in it is a small room
with a big guy in a tux taking money and letting people in. He looked at
me and asked, "You a dancer?" I took a step closer to Jerry and said,
"No, I'm with him."

The doorman said "12 bucks for him. Ladies free."

Jerry paid and we made our way threw black curtains into the club. It
seemed even darker in there. I stayed within reach of Jerry until I could
focus on the room. There were lots of small tables spread out. Less that
a third were full and there were girls walking around all over the place.
The ones who's tits were not exposed were the waitresses. The rest I
guessed were the dancers. Jerry said "There they are." and pointed
towards the stage. Don, Randy and Pete were sitting on tall stools right
up against the stage. We made our way to them and I took the seat next to
Don so that I would have Jerry on the other side of me. Randy looked at
me and said, "Thought you might of chickened out."

I just smiled back and said, "If you thought that then you don't know me
very well." but in my head i was thinking "God, I wish I had a good
excuse not to be here."

The waitress came around and I ordered a four dollar coke. Randy leaned
over to me and said, "If you want anything it that we brought our own.
Pete has a bottle of rum and I have a bottle of vodka." I looked down ahd
there were the tell tail brown paper bags sitting on the floor under
their chairs. I said "Thanks but coke will do for now."

Just about that time the music came up and an announcer said the next
dancer was ready to come out. A curtain parted and out came a bouncy
blonde. She was about five, ten or so, long legs and a chest that shook
just like the silicone that filled it. She had a pretty face and was
wearing a red white & blue thong bikini. The over stretched top had stars
and stripes sharing the small piece of material. The music was heavy
metal with a deep base. Instead of a spot light like I had figured there
were strobe lights going off all over the place so it made it harder to
really see any good details. Miss America strutted herself around the
stage for about half the song. Then she rubbed herself against a pole for
a little before taking off her top. She was exposing two cantaloupes that
were absolutely defying gravity. Her hands were pulling at her nipples
and soon had them standing proud. She then got down on all fours and
crawled around for a bit. She was either wiggling her pretty bottom in
your direction or she was facing you showing off her tits. She spent
allot of time down at Pete's end of the stage. At one point she was
sitting right on the edge of the stage and pulled Pete's bald head in
between her tits. Then I seen him take out a dollar bill and slip it in
the waist band of her thong. She probably picked up 8 - 10 dollars from
the guys at the stage area. When the second song began she went to the
back of the stage and dropped her money and then her thong on the floor
out of reach of the patrons. Now, except for her killer heels, she was
completely naked. I looked down the row at the guys I was with and they
were all staring intently at a spot about 8 inches below her belly
button. I looked to my other side at Jerry and he was looking at me. He
had a big dumb grin on his face and said "Well? What da ya think?" I
laughed and said "I've seen those before." We both laughed and turned
back to the stage. The blonde was in the middle of the stage on her back.
Her legs were straight up in the air but crossed at the heels. You could
see her tight cheeks and her boobs still pointing up to heaven. Then she
did a little break dance kind of a thing and the legs opened into splits
as she spun around on her back. Everything that girl owned was right
there about four feet away from the edge of the stage. She swung around
on her hands and knees and pointed her sweet butt right at us. She put
her face real close to the floor so her ass was sticking up and then she
parted her legs to give everyone a look at her anus. It was only a quick
flash and with the strobes going off it was far from clear. She had a big
smile on her face as she swung around to give the same view to the people
on the other side of the stage. Her timing was perfect because as soon as
she did that little move and was back up on her feet the music stopped.
The lights came up just a little and she scampered to pick up all the
dollars on stage and grab up her tiny costume before slipping back behind
the curtain.

The guys were all laughing and having a grand time. Don brought out his
bottle and poured a good size shot in his glass. From the far end Pete
called to me "Well Gen how did you like that?"

I just gave back a blank look and said "Like what?"

The guys all laughed, and the announcer introduced the next dancer. This
one was far from the body beautiful that had been out before her. She was
small and a little skinny. She had short brown hair that could of been
cleaner. Her boobs were her own and I thought they looked cute. You could
tell that somewhere along the line she had had some dance classes. Maybe
it was that one failed ballerina wana-be could spot another. She had a
nice rhythm and everything she did was smooth. In mid song about the time
she dropped her top, the big blonde came out a side door and crossed
the room to stand next to Pete. He turned to her and I could see they
were talking and smiling. I seen her turn her head to the back of the
room and then say something. Pete nodded and she took his hand and led
him to the back. I turned my back to the little mouse on the stage and
seen the two of them go behind a drape. I turned to Jerry and asked,
"What's with that?"
Jerry just shrugged, "Lap Dance, 20 bucks."
"Really? She is going to give him a lap dance?"
"Yea. A naked lap dance for 20 bucks."
When I turned back around the brunette's bare ass was about two feet from
my face. My first reaction was to move my coke out of danger. I watched
the girl finish off her song. Actually I liked her better than the first
one. The brunette was having fun. She was laughing and getting real close
to all the guys. I noticed that she had way more money piled up then miss
plastic had before her. When she moved down close to our corner of the
stage I kind of shifted my gaze around the room and was happy she just
passed me by. When she finished and was gone, there was like a small
break. The guy on the microphone was making announcements about upcoming
events. Two different girls came over to me and asked if I wanted to go
in the back with them for a dance. Don kept saying "Sure she does." but
they were nice when I said no thanks and they just kept moving down the
line.
The lights went back down and the announcer in his most practiced voice
said that they had a very special dancer with them that night, all the
way from Jamaica. A small spot hit the curtain and he said "And now,
Jasmine!" When the curtain parted out came a dream. She was at least six
foot without her heels. Her skin was as black as night. Her lips were red
and her eyes were white but other than that she was like a beautiful
piece of coal. Her body was full, with rounded hips and incredible
breasts that looked 100% real. She was wearing a bright yellow bikini
that shown like a beacon next to her ebony body. She moved like a dancer
should. Two long strides of those strong legs and she was on the other
side of the stage. Her whole body was part of the dance. The word exotic
must of been coined for women like her.
Early in her number she spotted me. She flashed me a big smile and came
over to my area of the stage. I was enjoying watching her so I smiled
back. From then on she kind of centered her attention on me. When she
undid her top it actually sprung out from the force of those pent up
boobs. They were magnificent, and every eye in the house (mine included)
were fixed on them. She came to a spot just two feet from the edge of the
stage where I was sitting. She squatted down right in front of me and I
could see her g-string pull up tight between her legs. She gave me a big
smile and held her breasts in each hand. Tugging at the nipples like she
was offering them to me. They looked as tempting as chocolate kisses, and
I was enjoying the show.
She moved around the stage and every man had a dollar they were wanting
to slide into her g-string just to get a little closer to her. When she
settled down in front of me I started to reach in to my pocket for a buck
when Jerry slid one over in front of me. I picked it up and was intending
to slip it between her leg and the side of the g-string. Jasmine sat
right on the edge of the stage with her feet resting on the sides of the
stool I was sitting on. I was right between her toned black legs and
looking at that bright yellow sliver of material covering her sex. I was
still holding the dollar and wondering what I was going to do with it.
She smiled and pulled the front of her g-string out from her pussy. She
nodded toward the dollar and I tenitivley moved my hand towards her
crotch. I tried to just slip the tip of the bill into the open space but
when my hand got close she grabbed it and pulled my finger tips along
with the dollar into her front. It was only for a second because she
snapped the g-string back and was moving on with a big smile on her face.
When the second song started she teased the crowd with her g-string. She
would start to lower it and then pull it back up. At one point she had
most of it pulled down below her ample cheeks but the gusset was still
clinging to her lips. I thought that was a very sexy move and knew I
wanted to try it out on Melly soon. Then the g-string was laying on the
stage with her top and she was gliding around the stage showing her wares
to the audience. After one pass she settled again right in front of me.
She stood with her toes right at the edge of the stage, right in front of
me. As I looked up at the ebony giantess she bent at the knees and
squatted right in front of me. She came down so fast that I actually
jumped back a little. She was so close, and with me between her legs I am
sure no one else could see but when her legs parted so did the lips of
her sex and for a second in all that black there was one quick flash of
bright pink. I think I could feel my eyes bug out just a little. The rest
of the song went fast. When the lights came up just a little the audience
gave her the only real applause I heard all night. She had her costume
and she slipped behind the curtain.
I heard Jerry say "Wow, she was really something."
I agreed but didn't trust myself to speak at the moment. I drank the rest
of my coke as much for something to hold on to as to wet my strong
thirst. Just as my pulse was coming back to normal I felt a tap on my
shoulder and when I looked, it was her. She took my hand and said "Come
with me." Her Jamaican accent was like poetry.
I pulled back a little and said "Where?"
She pointed to the back and said, "Your friends have paid for a lap
dance."
I looked over and Don and Randy were grinning like fools. I looked back
at Jasmine and said "I can't"
She pulled my hand again and said, "It is ok. You come with me."
I wanted to but the thought of getting up and walking with her across the
room to the back curtains was just more than I could do. She must of seen
that look before because she was very gentle. She leaned in and said,
"That's alright, we can have our fun right here."
With that she swung one leg over me and was straddling my lap. She
quickly undid her top again and again it sprung forward from the pressure
behind. She put the top over on the stage and then wrapped her arms
around me and pulled me close. She smelled like baby powder and a little
sweat. She kind of nuzzled into my hair and whispered, Do you like
Jasmine's big titties?"
While she was pressed up close to me one of her hands slid between us and
undid one button on my blouse. Her hand slipped inside and when her
finger tips brushed across my hard nipple, she gave a throaty laugh and
said, "MMMmmm  You do like Jasmine don't you?"
I am sure my face must of been glowing with embarrassment. She ground her
crotch down on mine. She was moving from head to foot against me. She
leaned back a little and after putting her hands on either side of my
face pulled me into that dark valley between her breasts. She held me
there, rubbing her breasts on either side of my face. When she let go of
me she made sure that a nipple brushed across my lips as I sat back up.
It went on like this for the three minutes or so until the song ended.
Just as it did she leaned in and gave me a big kiss on the cheek. Her
fingers again found my nipple and as she was giving it a pinch on the
outside of my top she whispered in my ear, "You are very pretty. I will
be getting off in about an hour. Wait for me and I will take you home."
 With one last kiss on the cheek she grabbed her top, slid off my lap,
and walked away. There had been another dancer on the stage and I had to
feel sorry for her. I think every eye in the place was on Jasmine and I.
My coke was down to just the ice cubes but I picked it up and drained
what liquid there was in it. Jerry asked, "You want another?"
I thought about it for a second but then decided I should get out of
there. My relationship with Melly was just getting started, and even
though she was ok with me being there it would be a whole different thing
if I ended up in a strippers bed that night. I said, 'No thanks, but do
you think you could walk me out to my car?"
I said my good-bys to the others and they all said I should stay, but I
was headed home. Out in the parking lot Jerry waited until I had gotten
my door open when he said, "I gotta tell ya Gen, That was about the
hottest thing I have ever seen."
I laughed and said, "Yea, it did get a little intense didn't it?"
On the way home I was tempted more than once to turn around and take
Jasmine up on her offer. I could see that bright slice of pink between
her legs and moaned at the thought.
When I pulled up to our apartments I could see our light was on. When I
came in Melly was sitting in her robe with her feet pulled up under her
looking beautiful. She was surprised to see me home so early. When she
kissed me hi she took a deep breath and said, You smell like smoke, and
baby powder.
Well friends, that is my stripper story. I know it is not full of sheet
wetting sex but sometimes that is the way of things. I hope you like it
and I hope you will write and tell me if you do or don't. I can't tell
you how much I enjoy getting letters about my stories. If you do write be
ready to get a reply, because I always do.
Thank you again for all the great support.    Kisses    Genny