Many years ago when I discovered strip clubs for the first time, I noticed that many of them, during the lap dance, they'd straddle the customer, so that their knees were either on top of or to the outside of the man's thighs, as she faced him and did her thing. That meant foot bottoms were facing away, but definitely within hand reach of a man sitting down, if his arms remained at his sides.
I observed that most strippers kept their super-high heels on during the dances, but occasionally I'd see some slip off their shoes. Ah, so they do that sometimes! Those are the ones I want. I specifically tried to pick out the ones who clearly had "slip on" high heels. When she took her position, I slyly and slowly popper her heels off, so my hands were right next to her feet. As she danced, I'd very lightly stroke the outside of her feet with my fingertips, which didn't really break the "no touching" rule as far as I could tell, which I think is relegated to boobs and torsos. But feet? Harmless, right? Anyway, after playing with the foot sides, I'd slowly make my way middle of her soles with my fingers into the arches and everywhere else while she was grinding. I remember the very first stripper I did this to, a blonde "older" dancer (probably no more than 30, lol) was not ticklish, and her feet were not exactly smooth. "Oh, you like feet," she giggled, which probably was and is not a rare thing in her profession. At first I was terribly embarrassed, thinking she was mocking me. However, she did the greatest thing she possible could for a young man like myself. After the dance was over and I paid her a decent tip, she said "I know just who you'll like. Stay put."
This younger brunette stripper comes over, probably 21 tops, stunningly gorgeous, but clearly slightly timid. Didn't have the dance moves of her blonde counterpart, but I wasn't concerned about that of course. "Misty said I should dance for you." "Yes please" I sputtered out. I put two and two together and figured she either didn't mind having her feet man-handled, or she has really nice feet. The answer was both, plus the best bonus imaginable...
The young brunette stripper starts her lapdance, does the kneeling besides the thighs thing, and I can feel she's got these huge platform see-through heels on her feet that I clunk off. Her feet are now bare. She's bobbing up and down, doing the almost-shoving boobs in the face things, but my mind is solely (pun-intended) focused on her feet, which I can't see. She really didn't flinch when her shoes came off, as that maybe was normal for her during her lapdances, but when I started by stroking the sides of her feet thing, she gasped and stopped dancing. "Are you gonna touch my feet? Oh my god I am SOO ticklish. Please be careful." Please be careful? PLEASE BE CAREFUL? That to me was PERMISSION, lol. If she had said "you're not allowed to do that" or "please don't" that would have been a different story, killed the vibe. But PLEASE BE CAREFUL? Um...sure, I'll be careful as I tickle the fuck out of your soft, beautiful feet! lmao
I cupped and stroked her smooth heels and she giggled adorably and resumed dancing, which turned into a squirmy dance, then I went for the kill and just scribbled all over her arches. She went completely nuts. BUT DIDN'T GET UP! She just giggled like crazy, moved all around squirming, and laughed like a school girl. "You're driving me crazy!" she sputtered. I stopped and went back to just stroking with my fingertips because I actually felt bad for her, let her catch her breath, then went back to the nails and scribbly circles all over and she went back into hysterics. Alternated that cycled 4 or 5 times for the rest of the song. I was rock hard the entire time, and surprised I didn't go in my pants right then and there. Her feet felt like butter. Not hot or cold, smooth as if she had just got out of bed, and ticklish as hell, everywhere. Aaaaaand just like that it was over. I gave her double the normal rate (I think maybe $40 total) which was incredibly stupid because that was all my money. No more lap dances for me that night.
That young ticklish brunette spoiled me. I tried the move on many other strippers which various levels of success in ensuing visits, but never quite like that "first time" with the brunette, whose name I never got and never saw again. Haven't been to any strip club in decades, don't need to anymore, but I fondly remember the first best experience. Super ticklish, soft soles, gorgeous chick, beautiful laugh. Pure bliss, for about 4 minutes or so!