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Private Dancer

By: Brodosis



So my sister Missy was a stripper. So what. I had some problems with a few of my friends when they found out; endless questions and defense of her character. It was even worse if friends actually saw her perform. I had a real falling out with a friend who, drunk, asked me if I ever wanted to fuck her. That stuff was tough to deal with, but, hey, I was her brother and it was my job to defend her. She was an adult and could do what she wanted.

And being a stripper doesn't automatically make you a slut. I grew up with my sister and knew the real her. She was a great person. Definitely not a tramp, whore, slut; take your pick. I'd heard them all. It was the money! She made a ton of dough. She certainly was a beautiful girl, absolutely centerfold material, and figured that using this asset would be a great way to pay for school. She worked way out of town so our parents wouldn't find out, we both still lived at home with our parents while we went to school. After finishing college, Missy'd have her degree and move on to a new career.

That all made perfect sense to me, once.

I had been to plenty of strip clubs before, but never the one Melissa worked at. Of course, I purposely avoided it, but it was so far out of town that nobody I know had ever been there. Well...I was invited to a work-friend's bachelor party last week. I barely knew this guy and didn't know any of his friends, but a night of local strip club hopping is something I'm always up for. 3 car-loads of guys; hundreds of beers; and 3 or 4 clubs later, guess where we ended up. I didn't know this was Missy's place; I hadn't ever seen it before. We all stumbled in and checked things out. You know what these kinds of nights are like; lots of hooting and hollering, somebody gets sick, somebody else gets into a fight. This night was no different. I had a major buzz and needed to find a place to sit and chill out for a bit. There was a bar tucked into a corner near the rear of the place with a much smaller stage and less customers. I headed for there. Halfway there, I took a look at the girl working the corner stage: very tall, perfect small, rounded ass, really big tits, long black hair...I had almost taken a seat about 3 feet in front of the small stage before I recognized her face...you guessed it, it was Missy.

She had not noticed me; I almost fell over a chair backing up and out of the area. Holy shit, I was just saying to myself how hot this babe was; just my type, look at the size of those tits, this oughtta be good; and it's my damn sister! At this particular point in her act, she was wearing only a sky blue micro-mini, white knee-high boots, and a smile. Whatever she had worn for a top was lying crumpled on the stage in the corner and her skirt was pulled up to reveal both ass cheeks from behind and a small tuft of neatly trimmed black pubic hair. I had taken in (and approved) all the details on my way over before I realized who I was ogling. As I found a place to sit far out of the way and in the dark, I saw from the corner of my eye that Missy was bouncing quickly up and down, making her big boobies shake for the 10 or so guys cheering at the front lip of the stage. What the hell do I do? I can't stay here, she's getting naked! And if she saw I was here, she'd freak! Pretend I was sick and I had to leave? I didn't have my car. I guess I could pretend to be sick and go out to the car to 'sleep it off'...and sit in the car for a couple of hours while these guys partied without me. No...I could do this. I would just stay back, in the shadows, away from the stage all night and avoid whichever stage Missy was working on. She'd never see me if I played it right...

But I could see her. I was drawn to wherever she was in the huge room; I would find myself taking a quick look every now and again...I did need to keep up with where she was so I could avoid her, I kept telling myself...What I couldn't explain was the growing bulge in my jeans. Well, you're in a strip club, I thought, but no. 10 other girls had danced in front of my face, trying their hardest to turn me on, striking every lewd pose in the book; and none had even gotten a semi going in my pants. But every time I looked around to keep tabs on Missy... When I'd find her, for those few seconds that I'd see her dancing nude, bent over to expose her perfect pussy from behind; lying spread-eagle on the stage, her cunt lips opening slightly along with her legs; squeezing her massive titties together; spanking her ass...my cock would start to buzz. Maybe I should have left after all. What I'm feeling isn't right and I shouldn't have kept myself in this situation, I thought to myself. The more I watched Missy, The harder my cock became. The harder my cock became, the more I wanted to watch. I felt evil.

I decided to go with the 'sick' ploy. As I worked my way over to where the guy who drove the car I was in, I was interrupted by someone who grabbed me by the arm and pulled me towards the dressing room entrance. 'Tony! My god it is you!!' Missy planted a smooch on my cheek. I was in shock. 'I thought I saw you here about an hour ago, but I thought, Noooo....not Tony...I forgot you just turned old enough to get in! So what brings you out here!?' She was wearing a big white silk robe and god knew what else underneath.

'I...uh...I'm here for a bachelor party...Jeez, I didn't know this is where you worked...I mean..ah...I mean I didn't know I'd be....that you were here tonight...' I knew I wasn't making any sense.

'Oh, Tony, you're so friggin' cute! Don't worry about it! I don't mind! You're my little brother, for god's sake!! Relax and have fun! I'll talk to you tomorrow!' Another kiss on the cheek and she was gone, leaving me standing there alone, heart pounding. Well, she's OK with it; I won't have to worry about getting noticed anymore...

15 minutes later, as I sat alone near the back again, still hoping to avoid being visible to Missy, the groom came over and asked what was wrong. I told him nothing, just chilling. Truth is, I was rattled by having been spotted by my sister; and maybe a little shaken about how unconcerned she was that I was there...But I didn't want her to think that I was watching her. He must have thought I was just uncomfortable being there with a bunch of guys I didn't know because he invited me over to the middle stage where a bunch of the guys had front row seats. 'You can't see a thing from over here!' he protested; but I was stubborn and stayed put. 'Suit yourself...' he said as he walked away. I would have been better off at the front of the stage....A few moments later, Missy was walking straight for me, trying not to smile. She was wearing the same white robe. I must have looked terrified, because when she reached the table, she said, 'Jesus, Tony, relax! You're white as a sheet!' She bent over towards my ear and said, 'Listen: Your friends over there said you looked lonely and bought you a table dance. Now: I now this is going to be weird for you, but help me out. I make a lot of money from this; plus my boss is here; and since your friends already paid for me it's a done deal.'

'Table dance? Missy...you can't...'

She cut me off, whispering loudly. 'Tony. It's just me! C'mon! Your sister! Just calm down. Please! It'll be fun!' She stood up quick and her robe slipped down off her shoulders. She was wearing a fluorescent pink and green super-skimpy bikini that glowed brightly in the black lights scattered around the club. After removing her robe completely, I saw my sister as I had never seen her before; as all of the other men in the club saw her. Truth is, in the dim light, and dressed this way, Missy was barely recognizable to me. The guys who bought me the dance were watching us, giving me the thumbs up sign; I gave them a wave and forced a smile. I was about to see my sister totally nude, inches in front of me, and dancing the dance that has only one purpose: to make a man's cock hard.

She moved very slowly and sensually. Her skin was absolutely flawless; perfectly tanned and smooth. At first I tried to just 'look' like I was watching her; I tried to focus on her knee or elbow or some other innocuous body part. That worked for a while...Then she slowly slipped the straps of the bikini top down to her shoulders. I could not make eye contact with her but I could tell she was looking at mine; it was part of the dance, I guess. When she was held her top up against her massive chest with both hands, slowly slipping it down, my 'pals' at the bar started hooting and yelling; when she the tossed it onto the floor, revealing her 38-D's, my heart froze in my chest. Since childhood I had fantasized about seeing my sister Missy's tits; they developed quickly and I went through a couple of adolescent summers completely obsessed with them. And now, in the noise and the flashing lights, I was staring right at them, fully exposed, inches away from me. The big, almost perfectly round globes of tanned flesh hung slightly from her chest, each topped with an over-sized nipple. With her every move, they bounced and jiggled uncontrollably. She squeezed them together, unknowingly taunting me with my own childhood fantasy, pinching the tips and shaking them in her hands. My cock was screaming from inside my jeans. Guilt and excitement were battling fiercely inside me.

Missy whirled around and bent over. The bikini bottoms were thonged, the thin strip of material was barely concealing her privates. No, please, no...I thought, I can't take that...Her ass was a masterpiece. One leg was crossed slightly in front of the other as she bent over and held her ankles, slowly bringing her face down against her shins. I tried to focus on her boots, but, god, her legs were fantastic...and that ass...she straightened up some and slipped her fingers under the waistband of her bottoms and started slipping them down, down,...She peeled that thin strip at the bottom of the thong out from the crack of her ass as she slipped them off...My god I could see her pussy mound from between her legs. I looked up at the small of her back, trying to find something in vain to focus on. She tossed the bottoms onto my lap and turned to face me, now nude from the boots up. I was certain I was shaking and hoped no one noticed in the chaos of flashing lights.

Missy put her hands on my shoulders and brought her magnificent boobs about an inch from my face, squeezing them together with her elbows...and left them there for some 5 seconds. An eternity for me. She straightened up again and ran her hands over just about every inch of her perfect body. I caught myself staring at the small black bush over her cunt and closed my eyes...when they re-opened, Missy had turned around and bent over again; this time her naked ass and pussy were at eye level inches from my face. I gave up just then. My eyes were locked on her beautiful vagina; in the view from behind, with her mound and lips squeezing out from between her legs, no hair showed. Just the slender pinkish lips and her tiny puckered ass. She moved the whole package back and forth; I followed it's path as if hypnotized. My dick was fit to explode. She reached over with one hand and grabbed an ass cheek; squeezing it in her hand caused her pussy and asshole to open just a bit. Then it was over. She bent over and collected her stuff, gave me a peck on the cheek and quickly whispered 'thanks.' She walked away to the wild catcalls of the guys at the bar. I was in a daze. I walked over to the bar and ordered a beer while the guys slapped me on the back. I proceeded to get completely plastered.

I dreamed about my big sister Missy's fantastic body all morning. That night I was constantly distracted by thoughts of her pussy lips opening as she squeezed her ass. The following day at work, I could not erase the image of her luscious tits from my mind. I found that the only way to exorcise these thoughts from my mind was to masturbate, focusing on these images. I jerked off sometimes 2 or 3 times a day for a few days. I was worried I was becoming obsessed. Then even that wasn't enough. After about a week, I had put together an entire 'disguise'; dark glasses, leather jacket, cowboy hat, fake moustache; God I hoped it would work. It'd kill me for Missy to catch me watching her dance. I went to her club every chance I got; she wasn't always there but I found out what her regular schedule was soon enough. I had to get my regular dose of Missy's nude body. I always sat one stage away from her and tried to appear as if I were watching the girl on the stage I was nearest.

Every time I watched her dance I got a raging hard-on, right there in my seat. After leaving the club, I sometimes could not make it out of the parking lot without beating my meat. I had seen all the other girls that worked there do their thing, but nothing compared to the sexual charge I got watching my sister dance naked. To me, my sister Melissa was the most beautiful, most desirable girl in the world; the sexiest, most sensual creature on earth. I was clearly obsessed.

Weeks went by. I was sneaking to the club 3 times a week. I knew all Missy's moves, all her outfits; every inch of her gorgeous body. But I needed more than fantasy. How was I to know then that soon, my dreams would come true.

Here's how it happened: One day, as I sat in my disguise at my regular spot at the bar in Missy's club, the bartender handed me a note. It was from Missy:

Tony,

Not working tonight. Please come over around 8pm. We need to talk.

Missy

That was it. I was caught. How did she know? I had a few beers at the bar, a nervous wreck, sweating bullets. Would she tell Mom? Hate my guts? Man, I had let my dick get the better of me and now I had to pay the price. At 8:00, I drove to her new apartment and rang the buzzer to let her know I was there; she let me up. I knocked on her apartment door; she yelled 'it's open!' from the other side. Missy was in the kitchen making coffee. 'Cream? Sugar? I forget.'

'Black, please.' I was in hell, waiting for whatever it was my sister wanted to talk to me about. She had busted me watching her strip; whatever she had to say, it wouldn't be good. She brought two cups of coffee in to the dining room.

'Have a seat. Look, Tony, before I get into this, I want you to know, I'm not mad. So stop worrying. You look terrified!' She gave me a reassuring smile and I looked her in the eye for the first time since I entered.

'You...you're not upset?' I asked, dumbfounded.

Missy sipped her coffee. 'No, Tony. If I'm upset about anything, it's that you were sneaking around. You didn't have to do that, you know. I mean, after that table dance thing a few weeks ago, you should have known I don't mind you seeing me work.'

I was confused. 'Well, yeah, I knew you weren't bothered by me being there that night and all...but...obviously you found out I was going back...to watch you...but I don't know if you know how often.' I looked into my coffee, ashamed of myself.

'Oh, I've known all along; I've seen you there almost every night that I work.' She looked at me plainly. Your disguise was pitiful. Cute, but pitiful.'

Now I was even more embarrassed. 'And you're not mad that your brother has been watching you dance nude for weeks? Not upset?'

'Flattered. And maybe a little concerned; that's what I wanted to talk with you about today. Look. You don't need to sneak around in disguises, Tony. It looks like you've gotten a little...obsessed with what I do; I think I can make it a lot easier for you.' I was intrigued to say the least. What was she getting at?

'What do you mean, Missy?'

'All you had to do was ask, Tony. That's what I mean.' She finished her coffee off. 'If you want to see me dance, I'd be happy to do it for you. Here, away from that dumpy club. In private.' I took a sip of coffee, trying to appear unfazed by her statement. I was stunned.

'You mean, you'd dance for me? Your brother? I...I don't get it...' It was a dream come true, but somehow, it didn't make sense, what she was offering...

'Yeah! And it's because you're my brother that I've been OK with it! Don't you see...We know each other; love each other...You're not some creep in a club who I wouldn't give the time of day if he weren't a paying customer. That table dance I gave you was a pleasure! I knew you loved it. I felt like I was giving you a gift; not just 'working'. And the truth is, after you started coming to the club regularly, I began feeling safer there, more comfortable, knowing that somebody was there who loved me. It might sound weird, but on the nights that you weren't there, I was bummed...' Well, Missy, it did sound weird. But I wasn't arguing...'You were there so much, I figured you were really enjoying it, so I figured I'd make it easier for you; we'll do it here, alone. Once a week or something regular. Keep you out of that smoky club; I can try out new outfits and stuff on you, it'll be fun!...That is, if you want to.'

I stayed silent for a moment. My mind reeled at what she was proposing. Finally I said. 'Of course I want to, Missy. I haven't been the same ever since that night...To tell you the truth, I've been beating myself up over going to see you. I felt I was doing something wrong, violating your trust, I don't know...If you're telling me this is OK, I guess I feel a hell of a lot better about it...'

'I figured you'd be feeling bad. That's why I called you here, Tony. There's no reason to feel bad. It's all good!' She smiled at me and I suddenly felt like the luckiest man in the world. 'So just let me know when is good.'

A pause.

'How about...now? Tonight?' I asked. My pulse was racing. I couldn't wait...

'Now? Uh...Well, sure, but...You'll have to give me a little time to get ready...How about if you come back at around ten? That OK?'

'Ten! I'll be back.' I finished my coffee and we small talked some, but as I left Missy's apartment, life felt very different, somehow...I felt like a different person. Living a different life...I was going to get a private show with easily the most beautiful stripper on the west coast...and she was my sister! I was walking on air. It was all so surreal...

I drove around town for the next hour and a half, killing time and imagining what I was about to witness. When I finally arrived back at Missy's place, I made it a point to be just a little late, so I wouldn't seem over-anxious. But I was...When I buzzed her, she told me to come up, the door would be open. As I took the elevator ride to her floor, I felt an excitement and anticipation that I could barely contain. My cock had been hard ever since I left earlier this evening and it was actually starting to ache. I hoped she wouldn't notice it, though at my size, it's pretty hard to hide. I opened the door, knocking lightly as I pushed it open. 'C'mon in! Have a seat in the den! Be right out!' she yelled from the bedroom. I was literally shivering with excitement. 'Want a beer?' she called to me.

'Yeah. Thanks!' I walked to the kitchen and grabbed a cold one from the fridge. I cracked it open and almost killed it in the first few seconds. God, I was wound up! I walked back to her den and sat in an easy chair in the corner of the room. Missy had pulled the coffee table out of the middle of the floor and over to the dining room, making room for her to dance. I could barely breathe as I heard Missy call out, 'OK...Push 'play' on the tape deck!' I did. Loud electronic dance music came boomong out of the speakers placed on either side of the room. I took another swig from the longneck and before I could swallow, Missy was strutting out of the hallway and into the den in black, lace-up boots, sheer black thigh-high stockings (no garters), black thong panties and a black spandex half shirt. My god, I felt as if I might pass out. her hair was pinned up on her head. This was an outfit I had never seen at the club. And I had never been this close to her either, except for that first night. She stood 5 feet in front of me, her hands on her hips, legs slightly apart, and looked right at me with a devilish grin. 'Hi, Tony!' she said, loudly to be heard over the music. 'I want you to tell me what you think of this new outfit after, OK?'


Private Dancer



I take a deep breath as I look at myself one final time in the bathroom mirror.

I've been planning this for weeks, but will I really be able to do it? I ask myself. 

I look myself up and down, twist around and check out the view from the back. 

I am wearing a black lace push up bra and a black satin thong, sheathed in a black lace teddy with spaghetti straps.

Hair -- check. Make-up -- check. Nails -- check.

No heels. Not very conducive to climbing on furniture I think with a smile. 

I smooth my hands down the lace material, enjoying how it feels against my skin. 

Satisfied that I had managed to put together the look I wanted to achieve, I put on the final touch - my harlequin butterfly mask -- my illusion of anonymity -- the portal to my fantasy self. 

Opening the bathroom door to re-enter the hotel room he had arranged for us, I wonder if he had followed through with all of my requests. 

I step out and slowly glance around the room. 

The curtains are drawn. The only light in the room is coming from a table lamp placed next to the stereo.

The arm chair and floor lamp have been moved to the far corner of the room. 

He is sitting in the chair. I can feel him looking at me. He isn't saying anything. I told him not to.

A bottle of wine is sitting in a bucket of ice with two glasses on the bedside table closest to his chair. 

And a few select toys are laid out on the bed.

He has indeed done everything I asked. Now it is my turn. 

Amazing how I can think nothing of getting up onto a half empty dance floor, dance my ass off and twirl around with my arms outstretched in a crowded bar, sometimes without even having had one drink, and yet the thought of dancing only for him makes me feel like I have never danced a day in my life. 

I feel nervous, timid, self-conscious, unsure. 

And yet, I also feel excited, aroused, inflamed.

I am all those things and more. 

I ask him to turn on the floor lamp and aim it in my direction.

I press play on the stereo, find my track, turn off the lamp and walk to the centre of the room. 

My song of choice? Nickleback -- Something in your Mouth. 

The beat is hard and fast but I am conservative at first, feeling the music, finding my groove. I balance on the balls of my feet and bend my knees slightly so I can swivel my legs. My calves, thighs and hips all move together swaying from side to side. I start moving my arms and my entire body syncs with the music.

I know he is there. I can't see him. But I can feel him watching me. I mouth the words to the song as I swing my arms and gyrate my body. I circle my hips from side to side and point in his direction as they belt out the line, "the honey wanted YOU all along."

The chorus is high energy and it turns up the intensity for me a few notches. I start to move faster. The nervousness is beginning to fade. My arms, legs, and hips are all coordinated, swinging and circling around and around. I balance and swivel on the balls of my feet. 

I decide that it is time for me to get closer to him. I put my hand in front of my eyes and look in his direction. That is his cue to reposition the light. 

I can't see him clearly. My eyes need time to adjust to the new lighting. I saunter over to him, one foot in front of the other, swaying my hips and shoulders as I go. I am dancing as I walk, making my way over to his chair.

I can see him now. He is sitting so still. The look on his face - I haven't seen it before. He exudes a steely calm. His eyes are deep and dark. He won't take them off of me. I want to keep dancing in front of him. I want to be bold and look into his eyes as I perform. But, the look on his face, those eyes, devouring me, he speaks volumes without uttering a word. 

The balance of power has shifted. The energy he is emitting is powerful and compels me to submit.

As the high energy chorus repeats one more time, I stand in front of him, brace myself against the arms of his chair, lean over, place my lips close to his ear, and ask, "Can I dance in your lap?"

I climb onto his lap, positioning my legs on either side of his, and start gyrating to the music. I tighten my grip on the armrests and use my body to rise up and down, swivel around, sway back and forth, grinding my pelvis against his crotch as the hard hitting music continues to fill the room. 

It is a heady feeling. I know he wants to touch me. His hands are gripping the arm rests too. He feels so hard as I move my body seductively in his lap. His eyes are growing darker and darker. I know he can see the desire in my face, my eyes. I am starting to bite my lip and close my eyes. We agreed that he wouldn't make a move until I asked him to, but, doesn't he realize I've already asked?

I place my hands on either side of his face and hover my lips in front of his, almost touching. Using the tip of my tongue I slowly drag it along the length of his bottom lip, and then his top. I am daring him to take over. He won't. He is waiting. His body is so still. Holding it all in.

Pulling my mouth away from his sweet lips to whisper in his ear yet again, I simply say "Please."

My passionate plea spurs him into action. I gasp as his arms encircle my waist and his hands grip my ass pulling me closer to him. His lips find mine and the force of his kiss takes my breath away. Our lips are parted. Our tongues are dancing. I suck on his tongue and nibble his bottom lip. My hands are in his hair pulling him closer.

The song has come to an end. 

"Turn off the stereo," he says, breaking the kiss. "Go turn it off."

"Ok," I say, a little confused, my head spinning as I climb off of his lap and walk across the room.

The room is quiet as I walk back towards him. He is smiling, watching me intently.

"Stop there," he says when I am about two feet away from him.

Oh I think to myself, my heart rate quickening, I know what he's doing.

"Take off your clothes baby," he says quietly. "You don't have to dance, just take it all off."

I am standing close enough so that he can hear my breathing. He wants to hear me. I instinctively look down at my feet, closing my eyes, taking a deep breath.

"No, no," he says soothingly. "No looking down, look at me, you are beautiful. Show me."

I look back up, gazing into his seductive eyes, my eyes wide with excitement and fear.

"Show me," he tells me again, smiling so sweetly. "You are so sexy. Show me."

There are shivers running down my spine. My skin feels hot and prickly. I am melting. I reach down and grasp the hem of my teddy pulling it up and over my head, tossing it to the side. I force myself to look back into his eyes as I reach behind me, unclasp my form fitting push-up bra, and peel it away from my full, round breasts, letting it drop to the floor beside me. His hand comes up to rest on his chin and he strokes his bottom lip with his thumb as he devours my newly exposed flesh with his hungry eyes. 

He exhales slowly as he murmurs, "Beautiful, so beautiful."

I sigh deeply as I slip my fingers into the waist band of my thong, bend over and pull it down. Stepping out of it gingerly I toss it aside and stand back up, facing him, my face is flushed. I am completely naked, exposed and vulnerable. My breasts and pussy are bare. My skin is tingling. I can feel heat flooding through my body. My cheeks are blazing. I can't meet his gaze.

"Look at me," he whispers hotly. "Looooook at meeeee. Oh baby, you are so very sexy."

Standing he comes to me and cradles my face in his hands, tilting my head to look up at him. 

"Oh my sexy girl," he says, bending down to softly kiss my lips, then leaning back to look into my eyes. "I couldn't be more turned on right now. I want you so badly, but I don't want this to end yet. There is one more thing I want you to do for me," he says as he takes me by the hand and leads me over to the bed. 

The pillows have been fluffed up at the head of the bed and my modest collection of dildos and lube has been placed to the right.

"Let's get you up here in the middle," he says, holding me by the hips and steadying my trembling body as I crawl up onto the bed. "Lay back on the pillows," he says soothingly. "Ya, just like that."

Reaching across the bed while keeping his feet firmly planted on the floor, he leans down and plants a deliciously slow and passionate kiss on my hungry lips. I feel his soft and steady hand blazing a slow and sensuous trail of delight down my chest, across my breasts and gently circling my nipples, immediately transforming them into puckered, taught little cones, begging his hand to stay put. I start moaning into his mouth, putting my hand behind his head, trying to pull him closer. 

"Shhhh," he whispers. "Shhhh, its ok. We have so much time, relax, enjoy. Let's not rush this."

I can hear myself groaning. My teeth are clenched and I am panting. I exhale slowly, trying to steady myself. He smiles and sighs as he looks my body up and down. Continuing his sweet, seductive exploration of my body he drags his hand ever so gently down the sensitive flesh of my tummy, giving me butterflies, making my skin jump, until he reaches my bare, aching pussy at which point he cups his hand and just holds me for a moment.

"'Oh my God. Oh my God," I cry out. "Please, please," I beg as I try to push my pussy harder against his hand, needing release so badly.

"I need you just to hold on a little while longer. Can you do that for me sweetie?" he asked.

The sound of my heavy breathing and deep groaning fills the room. He reaches across my body and puts a bottle of Wet lube next to my left hand, my G-Spot dildo and purple butt plug next to my right hand, and tells me he is going to go sit at the foot of the bed and watch me for a little while.

I watch him walk to the foot of the bed and sit in a chair he must have placed there earlier. 

"You want to watch me?" I ask in exasperation. 

"Show me what you would do at home if I weren't here," he tells me, leaning back, getting comfortable in the chair. 

"Uhm.....I'm.....I'm going to need a towel," I say with embarrassment.

"Why's that?" he asks with a hint of laughter in his voice. 

"Because I am going to soak this bed," I exclaim a little more aggressively. 

"Don't worry about it," he replies. "Soak the bed. Show me how you squirt. Show me what you like to do to yourself. Don't hold anything back."

Ordinarily I might spend a few minutes massaging my breasts and pulling on my nipples but I was beyond that at this point. 

Ok, I think to myself, he gets me this turned on and then he wants to watch me? Then that is just what he is going to do.

Reaching for the lube I flip the cap and pour a little dab on the tip of my purple butt plug. Leaning my body to the left I use my right hand to insert the plug. I groan suddenly as it enters my ass. I lean back over and position my body to try to keep it securely inside of me while I use my other toys. 

Reaching for my G-Spot dildo I open my mouth and use my tongue to make it wet. I run my tongue up and down the shaft of the dildo, take it inside my mouth, making it good and wet. My head is already spinning. Blood is cursing through my veins. There is a roaring in my ears. Lifting my knees up, I press my heels together, let my legs fall apart and widen them as much as possible. Using the fingers of my left hand I reach down and part my inner lips, feeling my natural wetness, and I slowly and steadily insert the dildo inside of my pussy. 

My response is immediate. The throbbing inside my pussy is already intense and I lose control as I start to move the dildo slowly back and forth inside of me. I hear myself cry out as I pump it faster and faster. I can hear that wet sound my pussy makes when it is filling up with my juices and that spurs me on further. I slam that dildo back and forth inside of me so hard I can hear it slapping against my skin. 

I'm crying out, yelling out, "I'm going to cum. Oh My God I'm going to cum!"

Then I feel the amazing sensation of hot liquid spurting out of my pussy and splashing against my hand. But I can't stop there. Cumming like that only makes my pussy burn brighter, hotter, deeper, longer. 

I keep fucking myself, crying out, "I can't stop. I can't stop. I'm cumming again. Oh my God!!" 

And I squirt again and again, panting, yelling, crying, moaning, groaning.

I sense movement in the room. I open my eyes and look down towards the foot of the bed. He is standing up, taking off his shirt. I stop to watch.

"Oh no, don't stop," he quickly commands. 

His voice is thick with desire, deep and dark. He is so fucking turned on. Serves him right, I think to myself as I try to watch him take off his pants while I continue fucking myself as he commanded.

I look down at him again as I rest for a second. 

"I said don't stop!" he scolds sharply as he bends to remove his underwear. 

Standing up again he quickly climbs onto the bed, crawling between my legs, stopping when his face is inches from the dildo still inserted in my sopping wet pussy.

"I need to see you," I panted. "Please let me see you."

"Shhh," he whispers, pausing to drag his tongue slowly up the left side of my pussy, licking my lip like an ice cream cone. 

I groan aloud as my body shudders. Taking my right hand in his he pushes the dildo back inside of me and starts to pump it slowly.

"Do it," he says quietly, "Do it again. Show me baby."

Lifting and spreading my legs higher and wider, I grasp my inner thigh with my left hand and start pumping my dildo in and out of my swollen pussy again and again as he gets up on his hands and knees and starts licking all around the dildo. I can feel his tongue, like warm velvet, licking my lips up and down, to the left, to the right, flicking my clit and occasionally dipping down to lick closer to my ass. 

"Ooohhhh, you're gonna make me cum again," I cry out as I fuck myself harder and faster. 

I can feel it coming. The pressure is building. Intense pleasure waves are washing over me, throbbing in my pelvis, growing more and more intense with each pulse. And then it peaks and explodes, sending shock waves throughout my body. My body tenses. My toes curl. My fists clench. I can feel the wetness pouring out of me. I feel his hand pull the dildo out and then I feel him bury his face inside my pussy, licking and sucking and slurping every once of moisture he can find. I hear myself grunting, growling, panting. I sound like a wounded animal. His hands are underneath my ass pulling my pussy closer to his face. He shakes his head back and forth. 

"Oh my fucking God," I stammer. "I'm still cumming. I can't stop cumming. Fuck fuck fuck!!! Aaaarrrrgggghhhh!!!"

My entire pelvis liquifies. There is molten lava flowing through my veins. I think I can't possibly cum anymore......and he just keeps licking my pussy.



Private Dancer



When I was single and extremely horny I had heard about an adult store that had opened. I visited and the first time there I heard that they were having strip shows around 12 noon each day. The price seemed fair for 3 strippers so I planned on going the following week, when my work schedule permitted. 

I arrived just before 12 and paid the amount and was shown into a large room with cinema style seats on one side and a stage on the other. I sat at the back, content on watching from a distance.

The first stripper came on in a under-sized nurse outfit and she was young, blonde and petite. She was very flexible and danced all over the stage, doing splits while she got her gear off. She touched herself a lot and it was very arousing as she seemed to be genuinely enjoying herself. 

The next stripper came on in lingerie and a long robe and she was a little older and despite having a fantastic body, seemed a bit bored by it all. She went through the motions, slapped her ass a few times to the beat and stripped gradually. When she had finished she strode off and the next stripper to come on was the petite blonde again. 

She only had a bikini on and she danced up a storm with a lot more touching. She got a dildo out and was fucking her tight little pussy with it and moaned as she did so. Then she started putting cream on her erect nipples and licking it off. Then she asked who wanted some. 

My inhibitions disappeared straight away as I started calling that I wanted some. Some guy in the front row got to eat a strawberry and the cream off her left nipple. She saw me as he was licking it off and put some on her right nipple and pointed at me with a naughty grin. She crawled over the guys in the first row of seats, with a lot of helping hands on her tight body. She slithered over the back of the seats and presented her right breast to me and asked if I wanted some. In response, I stuck my tongue out slowly, extending it as far as possible and swirled the tip through the cream around her nipple. 

I heard her gasp and thought I would make the most of this. She had her hands in my hair and I looked up quickly to see that her eyes were closed as I licked at more of the cream, flicking the strawberry into my mouth, before I sucked her cream-covered nipple into my mouth and swirled my tongue. 

I heard her whisper, oh fuck, that's good, as I sucked and licked on her long hard nipple. She moaned and whispered that she had to go but to come and see her in a private show. 

Everyone cleared the room afterwards and I went to the counter asking for a private show. I paid for it and was directed up the stairs to a similar room and I immediately took a seat in the front middle chair. I waited patiently for about five minutes before the stripper arrived. 

In the dark she looked different. She started the music and started swaying to the sound, dancing and sashaying about. Her ass was incredible and I realised that this wasn't the same girl. This dancer was more curvaceous and when she turned around I saw that the face and body, as gorgeous as she was, was not the horny, petite dancer from the show downstairs. 

This dancer didn't disappoint though. She stripped slowly down to her thong, came right up to me and gave me a lap dance. Her body was so firm, I could tell that she worked out as her firm ass gyrated on my erect cock. 

She played with her own nipples with her back to me as she swivelled her ass on me. She stood up and shook her ass in my face and then took my hands, placed them on her hips and told me to take her bikini bottoms off her as she bent over. I so much wanted to touch her ass, but not knowing what the protocol was, I behaved.

She went back up on stage and took a large vibrator (bigger then the dildo the petite girl use) and she licked it seductively, looking me in the eye as she did so. She was on her knees on the edge of the stage and was only two feet in front of me. 

She was licking and sucking the head of her vibe as she stroked her pussy. I could hear her whimpers over the sound of the music and then she placed the vibe on the stage floor, the tip pointing up at her pussy and she licked her fingers as she lowered her body down, her tight pussy engulfing the length of the vibrator. 

Her sexy eyes bore into mine as she licked her pussy juice off her fingers and then tweaked and pulled on her nipples. My cock was so hard now and it seemed that she was really turned on. She leaned forward suddenly and placed her hands on my knees and dipped forward, her large firm breasts pushing into my groin. She rocked back and forth as her back was arched so she could see the effect her body was having on me. My cock was so hard and all I wanted was to free it from my trousers.

She then slid her body up mine, her breasts pushing up my stomach, and then my chest. She kept going until she was straddling my lap, her mound pushing against my cock and her big, perky tits in front of my face. 

She started to ride me, her groin rubbing against my erection with her hands clasped at the back of my head, pulling my face into her cleavage. Her hips pumped back and forth and then in circles, getting faster and faster and she was whispering, oh yes, oh yes, yes yes! She swivelled my head sharply to her left breast, pushing her hard nipple into my mouth and said with an urgency, do what you did to Heather! She told me what you did! 

Realising that the petite blonde stripper must have relayed how I had sucked on her nipples to this pornstar-like stripper I complied all too eagerly as her hip thrusts increased in force and speed. It felt like I was being used for her sexual gratification and I was loving every minute of it. 

I felt like I was going to come when she shuddered, whimpering, oh fuck, oh fuck, under her breath. She slithered off me and even though the music had stopped, she told me that she hadn't finished with me yet. She turned around and sat on me again, her back to me and she started grinding her ass into my hard dick again.

She placed one of my hands on her firm breast and I started tweaking her nipple. She took my other hand and placed the vibrator in it and directed it down to her pussy. She flicked the dial on it and it started to vibrate. I placed the shaft on her clit and rubbed it up and down. She shivered and arched right back, her head resting on my shoulder. She whispered in my ear as she thrust back and forth on my erection, fuck me with it!

She took my hand and placed the tip of the vibe against her love tunnel. I pushed gently and felt her pussy part as I slid it deeper and then she thrust her hips forward, my knuckles rubbing against her clit as she circled her hips. 

She moaned as I turned the vibrations up higher and licked my ear lobe, sending a shiver down my spine as I pumped the vibe in and out of her pussy, flicking her clit with my thumb on the up stroke as she pulled one nipple to her luscious lips greedily. She kept going, her athletic body rubbing against mine faster and faster, her moans getting louder in the quiet room until her body tensed, shivering on mine. 

Without a word, after a minute or so, she jumped off me, spun around and knelt between my legs. She started unbuckling my belt and said to me in a whisper, I've never done this before, but that was amazing and I want to give something back. She pulled my trousers down enough to pull my dick out. 

With raised eyebrows, she said, nice and licked up the shaft seductively, looking me in the eye as she swirled her tongue around the head. I was close to cumming just from pleasuring her and knew that if she went further I wouldn't last long. She stroked down my hard cock with her hand as she kept teasing with her tongue. 

Then without warning she plunged her mouth over my throbbing cock, taking it so deep, her lips closing around my shaft but her tongue massaging the underside expertly. She kept stroking up and down and before I could warn her, I came hard. I could hear and feel her gulping, swallowing it all while her hand pumped, milking me. 

She withdrew my cock from her mouth until just my swollen head was between her lips and she sucked every last drop of cum out of me. She then smiled at me, tucking me back into my trousers. I finished doing my trousers up, as she stood up and thanked me. I was going to give her a tip, but she said that she was told not to go beyond the dance with a customer but after Heather told her how I had sucked her creamy tit, she got so horny. 

She kissed me on the cheek and said thanks again. I left and found out that the dancers stage name was Sugar. I went back and asked for Sugar, but I had been told that she had been fired for going too far with a customer. I asked how it was discovered and I was told that the door to the private strip room had a peep hole. Oops!



Private Dancer



Jody got more excited than the men she danced for sometimes, she was a flirt she loved the reactions she could extract from a man. Married or not old or young, did not matter she knew her stuff.

Jody had dance at Rudy's place for nearly 3 years now. When she looked back at herself when she first started she hardly recognized what she recalled. Naïve, bashful a virgin even. How had she ended up there was pure desperation. Being there now was a turn on for her.

Now at the ripe old age of 21 Jody was an experienced, skilled, high dollar tease. She thrived on it she depended on it. Each of Rudy's girls was special, hand picked by Rudy or his mother. They had an eye for making money therefore an eye for what helped it along. Rudy's mom saw the power tucked way inside of Jody she just knew there was a woman who could totally tame a man.

Each of the girls had a specialty area, one that really stood out for them. Jody's was the "private dance" the guy with the bucks in the dark room beside the lounge was her specialty. 

When Jody first started dancing she just could not get on the stage and let herself go like some of the girls could. She was there because she heard about the money to be made. She needed money real bad at the time. One of her brother's friends took her to meet Rudy. She never again left.

Rudy was good to the girls his mother was a bit rough at times but she had a great business sense. It worked best if Rudy handled the girls and mom handled the business but mom had an eye for the right girl.

Jody watched the girls dance that first night she loved it. She wanted to do that she imagined herself up there doing what they were only a step further that was Jody always one-step further.

Dancing was a passion of Jody's she loved the music dance and an audience. She had never had this kind of audience before, the mirror in her room was about all the experience she had with it. She could close her eyes and take herself far away anywhere she wanted to be. Doing anything she wanted to be doing. She could just tune the world out. That is how Terry her brother's friend found out about Jody's private dances. He stayed at the house one night, he woke up to music, the house was dark, and his friend was asleep. Terry got up and followed the music right to Jody's door. He knocked softly he got no response so he turned the doorknob and opened the door just enough to get a view of Jody as he had never seen her before.

She was wearing a white G-string; it glowed on her tan body. Jody had long silky dark hair nearly touching her waist. She had a small waist and long legs entrancing dark eyes. Terry had noticed her body before he could see it through a sweatshirt and jeans. He had never seen her like this before.

Jody swayed softly to the music, her eyes were closed her breasts bare and glistening in the light from the candles she had burning in her room. Jody was fantasizing about dancing for a group of men she knew she could turn them on that they would find her attractive she liked that thought. Jody danced like this many times before for many men even if it was only she in the room and a full-length mirror.

The music was sensual, slow with a rhythm that drew you into the room. Jody moved her hands along her body she stopped at her breasts and seemed to caress them so firmly moving them down and across her flat stomach. She seemed to be making love so sincerely to herself it was very exciting to Terry. She appeared to be completely absorbed in her dance she did not notice him standing there. As the song came to an end he quietly closed the door and went down the hall to the bed. He lay there still visualizing how beautiful she was, he was hard and could not seem to get it under control. He touched himself he held himself until sleep came and dreams of Jody.

Jody was an early riser she was up with the sun and in the kitchen reading the newspaper. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail and she wore her favorite floppy slippers and her big red Nebraska sweatshirt with her worn out blue shorts that her dad claimed were too short. She smiled big when she saw Terry come in the room. She looked so innocent so pure and cute in the sunlight. It was just that Terry kept getting flashes of another Jody, sexy sensual stimulating.

Jody did not date too much she seemed to be content at home or at a movie with girlfriends. Guys called for sure but she just did not have much interest. Jody did have an attraction to the female gender somewhat, but men would be okay too she guessed. Her only sexual experience with a man was some heavy petting in the back of a pickup truck in the woods once about a year ago. She had a couple casual relationships with a few women nothing serious.

Twenty-one and she did not know what she wanted to do with her life. She thought about teaching she loved children. At one time she considered dance school and ballet. Teaching involved time and schooling she just could not get her self into that. Ballet meant full time 100% commitment and no life except dancing if she could even get on with a company and make a living at it. She worked at a taxi service as a dispatcher, compliments of her dad. He had worked there for the other guy for nearly 28 years. 

Jody had three brothers none were more than laborers but her parents were proud of each of them. They were proud of her. Jody's mother never worked outside the home, she was the true life Marion Cunningham if there ever was one. 

After Jody's dad had a heart attack about a month after Terry saw her dancing in her room the family fell onto very hard times. Her brothers did their best they had families of their own to take care of too. Jody's extra shifts and long hours did not seem to be enough to hold it together. Terry often went to Rudy's, he would drink a few beers with the guys after work flirt with a few girls and go home alone. Terry did not think badly of the girls who worked for Rudy, he knew they made a lot of money and they enjoyed it for the most part.

Terry saw Jody walking home one night after work it was late and she walked a route that really was not to safe. He slowed down, came to a stop next to her smiled big and told her to hop in. Jody was glad to see him a familiar face a friend she was so tired. They sat in the driveway at Jody's house and talked for a long time. Jody found herself crying and falling apart on her friend. She just had enough.

Terry let her cry he let her talk he held her, he smoothed her hair with his hand, her tears fell hot on his neck the smell of her and the feel of her introduced a Jody to him he did not know but would like to. She talked about the house money her dad she said she did not know what was going to happen. Jody went into the house looking back once as she opened the door to see Terry in a way she had never saw him before as well.

She took a shower she lathered up with lots of exotic smells and silky oils, rubbing every inch of her body, it felt good and for a moment she imagined the hands so skillfully touching her to be those of Terry.

Aroused a little due to her fantasy when she stepped from her shower wet and shinning with oils she entered her room where her music was playing she closed her eyes and said out loud Terry this one is for you. She started to dance. She moved gracefully moving her body perfectly she spoke his name softly over and over again.

Terry saw her once in a while he made it a point to be driving home around the time she would be walking. She looked so tired and frail. After dropping her off Terry drove to Rudy's and sat down at the bar. He drank his beer he watched the girls but all he saw was Jody.

Rudy sat down beside Terry made small talk joked around a little. They watched the girls. Rudy asked him which one he liked the best Terry smiled and said Jody. "Who" Rudy asked Terry realized what he had said and laughed. He told Rudy about her, told him how beautiful and sensuous she is. He told Rudy he had seen her dance, told him about the private dance and how he could not get it out of his head. They began to talk about money and taxes all the guy things. Terry asked how much a girl could make dancing there. Rudy told him he paid the girls $75 a night and they kept all the tips. He told Terry the good ones could easily make $500 or more a night.

The next time Terry and Jody talked, he wondered if he should even mention such a thing to her. He would have to tell her what he saw. He was not sure how she would react to that. Money came up again Terry decided to tell her about Rudy and the club. He did not tell her about seeing her dance.

Her response was almost laughter, she told him she did not think she could ever do that but the money was tempting enough to think about it. Even the $75 and never get to come back would help a lot. Jody just seemed to shrug it off

Jody lie in bed thinking about Rudy and his club the girls and the money.

She had to laugh to herself when she wondered if ballet and a pair of ballet slippers would earn her much. 

After a few more weeks of grueling hours and no rest she thought about Rudy's again. When she walked home that night she cut over a couple blocks and as she grew closer to Rudy's she could see the sign and the dim lights, a little closer she could her the music and voices inside. She began to wonder if she couldn't do that too.

Many nights after that Jody changed her route and walked that way just to see and hear the action at Rudy's. This night as she walked by she saw Terry's truck in the parking lot, thought it would be a great excuse to use to go inside and see what was going on. Ten or fifteen minutes of debate by the door and a lot of uncertainty later she opened the door.

The smell of smoke and liquor filled the room. The low chatter and laughter of voices could be heard. No music was playing at the time. The room was full. There was a lot of men and several women there that surprised Jody for some reason. She looked around the room for Terry she was about to leave when she saw him. He was sitting at a table, several beer bottles around him, he sat there alone he looked so sad. She did not know if she should go over there, perhaps he was with a date. No one came to his table so she walked that way.

He could smell her and sense her before she even spoke. Saying her name he looked up and saw her. He wondered why she was there but was so happy to see her he did not ask.

Rudy came by the table, he said to Terry that had to be Jody. She was taken back by that, she had no idea who he was how would he know her? Terry smiled and introduced Jody to Rudy. Jody held out her long arm and sleek hand and fingers and put it in Rudy's hand. From across the room Rudy's mother spotted Jody, immediately thinking how beautiful she was and hoping she was there to see about a job. Walking over to the table she introduced herself, she told Terry it had been a while but she was glad to see him.

She wanted to know who that beautiful woman was and how much she wanted. Jody was not sure what the woman was talking about for sure but she said she was pretty expensive but worth it. Rudy and mom smiled and said they bet she was and said if you can dance how about $125 a night plus tips.

Jody realizing it was not a joke was speechless. She told them she had stopped in because of Terry's truck in the parking lot and was not there for a job. Pity Rudy thought, you could make a lot of money for both of us. Jody smiled at him as he walked away with his mother going into a room in the back.

Jody and Terry joked some about the comment. Then Terry wanted to know why she was there. She told him about walking that way sometimes just so she could see the building, she told him she had been intrigued since he told her about the place the girls and the money. She told him she was not shy at a ballet or a play but mostly naked on a stage in front of a bunch of men she did not know about that.

Together they sat watched each girl, Jody thought to her self she was that good or better, she imagined what she would be doing up there if it were her. Thinking out loud she said I am better than that. Terry responded, "I know that." She wondered how he would know. She said nothing about it.

They both had a bit much to drink, Jody was feeling good, the lack of sleep and the screaming orgasms she drank mellowed her and she loosened up more than Terry had ever seen.

There was hardly anyone left in the place, she noticed that she and Terry were the only ones at the tables and only two men at the bar. It was late she thought, and she did not want to be kicked out so she asked if they should be leaving. Terry was feeling no pain he was so attracted to Jody anyway that it was a volatile combination. He said they would go soon but he wanted her to dance for him. Bold with alcohol she laughed and said she would, she yelled for music.

Jody forgot there was anyone in the room but Terry, did not take long after the music started for her to not see him either. The room was darkened, it was quiet and the music filled the air. Jody imagined herself in her room. She imagined herself dancing for Terry she was going to act out a dream.

Jody had on a blouse that was tight across her breasts it buttoned in the front and was short, right about her waistband on her jeans. The pink color in the fluorescent lights was stunning she seemed to swell in the blouse, forcing her way out of it. He watched as her eyes closed and she began to move. She became one with the music he could tell she really loved the music. She pictured the mirror in front of her as she had so many times before. She slowly undid one button then another until there were no more too un-due. Jody had on a pink satin bra, the push up kind the fit was so that it barley contained her. She was beautiful. He watched her as the blouse slipped off of her tanned shoulders and fell to the floor. She could only hear the music.

The two men at the bar Rudy and his mother and Terry watched as Jody entranced each of them with her grace. Jody reached her hand inside her jeans she touched herself through her panties. Her hips moved with the beat slow and timed just right. Jody took her hand from her pants and put one finger then two on to her lips, she licked the moistness tasting it she liked the way it felt and the way she smelled. 

Slowly she unbuttoned her jeans, working them down to her hips Terry could see her pink silk panties they were cut low and he admired her soft smooth stomach he wanted to touch her but did not dare. He did not want to bring her out of this trance. Jody teasingly stepped out of her jeans kicking them aside her hair glistened in this light moved lightly with her moving with the breezes from the fan.

Jody walked closer to Terry, placing herself behind him, her hair fell across his shoulders he could smell her feel her breath on him. He felt the silk brush across his neck her firmness was evident. Jody again touched herself pushing aside her panties and rubbing her hand firmly against her pussy until her hand was wet and slick with her juice. Jody put her hand gently to Terry's mouth she whispered in his ear how badly she wanted him to kiss her hand to taste her. Terry moved his tongue across her fingers slowly tasting her this made him want her more.

She slowly walked around to the front of him, she turned her back to him she sat on his knees, grinding moving she leaned back against his chest, laying her head beside his, she moved her hips back and forth across his lap she moved very slowly and she loved to tease. Jody reached behind she undid her bra she dropped it to the floor. Terry wanted her to turn so he could see her she knew that so she didn't. Jody sat there on his lap, she seemed to explore him without her hands she could feel his muscles tense she could feel the slight movement in his hips, this excited her even more.

Jody massaged her tits, she circled her nipples with her wet finger she moaned and made little sounds that echoed in Terry's ears. She could masturbate him just by moving her body. Jody turned around facing him for the first time; she saw her beautiful firm breasts her nipples red and swollen she looked as if she were experiencing ecstasy and pleasures all within herself. She pressed her tits against Terry's face, they were damp and soft they were perfect.

Jody slowly unbuttoned each of Terry's buttons, exposing his bare chest it was the first time she had seen it. She liked what she saw. Jody straddled the chair, her long legs could move her close, she wrapped her legs around the back of the chair, moving her wet pussy around and around on his chest. She was speaking softly under her breath to her self. She was saying what she wanted to do with him. Terry saw her tongue sweep across her lips her eyes looked at his now, she seemed to be looking into his soul. Jody lay back, moving her legs to his shoulders rubbing her body on his, her shoulders rested against his groin she could feel the life there this too excited her.

Jody sat back up facing him once more she moved her tongue across his mouth, sucking his lip biting softly. She was so totally into the music now, she worked him expertly. She got on her knees pressing herself against him teasing him, she put her hands on his chest, carefully touching him, she squeezed his nipples gently then hard sending a pain through him he let out a groan. She worked her tongue from his chest, to his belly, she darted her tongue in and out just inside his waistband. She bite down on him through his jeans, his bulge was huge and throbbing. 

The music ended as she got to her feet, she stood there in front of him she was like a goddess he knew he loved her. The few people in the room clapped and whistled she had really put on the show. This is when Jody realized once again they were not alone, she was a little embarrassed but thanked them the same.

Rudy and his mother walked to the little table in the corner and sat down. Jody was impressive they told her about the money she could make, and if she could make it look like she enjoyed it like she just did she would do very well. 

That weekend Jody showed up for work at Rudy's she was scared she was having second thoughts for sure. The music started she closed her eyes and moved with the music. She was good but she was not the same as the last week at the little table. Jody told them that night she enjoyed dancing but it was hard to just stand there and dance she had to get into it with someone. She did not think she could for anyone beside Terry.

With some time and practice Jody could fantasize about Terry, she could feel him smell him taste him on the stage while all alone. She drew the crowds she could mesmerize the men she was incredibly exotic and sexy. She was good on the stage but where she stood out and shined was private dances. She could lead him to the little room beside the lounge turn on the music close her eyes and when Terry came into view she could take that man places he had never been without even leaving the chair.

She and Terry were never apart much after that. He was so hooked on Jody she was all he needed, they seemed to fill the void in one another's lives they grew closer each day.

Terry went to the club often after work, he watched Jody dance he knew she was dancing for him. They saw no one but each other they spoke a language with their eyes that let them know there was no one else.

Jody drove him crazy, she was so sexy so full of confidence and she was the most sensual woman he had ever known. She did private dances for him often. She loved to tease him. He had never been able to touch her, club rules applied even after hours. She did not think about women very much anymore she loved Terry. 

He wanted to make love to her so badly, when she danced for him he just wanted to fuck her, or for her to fuck him something it was driving him crazy. Soon Jody would tell him, when we are married we will make love. She told him she makes love to him every night, and one day it would be without clothes, close and with an unbreakable bond. Until then he would have to let her love him with private dances.




Private Dancer



Terry often just knew how satisfied he was this way; he could not imagine what it would be like to really have her. She was the most gorgeous sexy woman he had ever known she had a special art not many women had she fucked him unmercifully what was it going to be like when she was not the teasing virgin he loved. He knew she would really put some moves on him then.



Private Dancer



Scene One

I ring the doorbell. You must be upstairs, I think as I wait. You know it's me. You're expecting me. I try the knob and then enter through the door you have left unlocked. I walk slowly up the stairs and into the bedroom. You're sitting on the bed, but dressed; watching something on TV.

"Hi," I say with a smile as I walk over to the bed and bend to kiss you. "Please turn off the TV."

You look up surprised, but comply. 

"Now bring your office chair over here in the middle of the room." 

Now you look really confused. It is totally unlike me to come in and take charge of our time together like this. I sense that you know something is going on, but aren't quite sure what. You get up to move the chair. 

"Sit down in the chair and wait for me." 

You do as I request. You're clearly not sure of what is happening. 

"Here are the rules. You don't get to touch me unless I specifically ask you to. And yes, you will do anything and everything that I ask you to do. Talking is highly encouraged. Tell me what you like, what you want more of. Tell me what you want me to do – to myself and to you. Tell me what you want to do to me. The more you talk, the better it will be. Are you ready," I tease. "Oh yah, you're ready."

I walk slowly around the room turning off the lights, lighting the oil lamp and a few candles. The glow of the lamp and the candles cast shadows around the quiet room. I place a CD in the boom box. A hard driving beat fills the room and I begin to dance. I move my hips to the rhythm. It is strong and powerful, just like I am. You sit in silent wonderment at this crazed woman dancing wildly around the bedroom, just out of your reach. I dance around the room, free and uninhibited. The music is hot and I am hotter. My hips sway and gyrate to the rhythm. I shake my boobs and my ass. I am psyched.

Then for a moment there is silence before the sultry sounds of a very sexy, slow song fill the room. A deep sigh is heard. I stand close to you, looking deep into you eyes. 

"I am your private dancer. I'll do what you want me to do, but not for money, for the pure pleasure of our bodies together." 

I begin to move in time with the music; this time sensuously and seductively. As you watch, I slowly begin to strip, for you, only for you. 

There is a long silk scarf under the lapel of my jacket. I slide it off and across my face. I move closer to you and slide it across your face. It is soft and smooth and suggests the feel of my skin against yours. I drape the scarf around your neck.

Next, the zipper of my suit jacket slides down easily to reveal a lacy white blouse. I let the jacket fall to the floor. I begin to unbutton my blouse. My gaze never leaves you as I continue to move my hips in response to the music. The blouse falls open to reveal my lush, full breasts, confined by a lacy white bra. I move toward you and you reach out to touch me. 

"Uh, uh, not yet, remember? You'll get your turn," I whisper. 

My body is very close to yours now. Sometimes the soft lace of my bra rubs against your arm. I wonder if you can feel the heat of my body as it moves gracefully around yours. The music continues and so does my dance. I play with the scarf, alternately draping it over my body and then yours.

My hands move across my breasts, gripping each in a hand. My nipples are tight little points peeking through the lacy fabric. I gently slide my blouse off. It drops to the floor. My hands continue to move across my body; down each side of my hips and across my gently rounded tummy. Seductively I slide my skirt up revealing a glimpse of the tops of my stockings and garters. My hips gyrate sensuously in front of you. I can feel you watching as I reach behind to unzip my skirt. It falls to the floor and reveals a lacy white garter belt and stockings. I kick the clothes out of the way and move slowly toward you. 

I use the silk scarf across my body and yours. I use it to pull your face to mine. Occasionally I bend to kiss you. My tongue glides across the smoothness of your teeth. I suck on your lower lip. I run my fingers through your hair and trace the outline of your nose and cheekbones with my finger. My tongue grazes your ear, sliding along the outer edge. I blow softly and kiss gently. I can feel your body quiver. 

Stepping back slightly, I bury your face in the warm softness of my breasts. Your eyes are closed. I hope my image is imprinted on your mind. Your mouth reaches instinctively to suckle at my nipples. You are gentle, but insistent. My hands dance all over your body. You sigh deeply.

The music picks up a bit in tempo. 

I move away deliberately just out of your reach. My hips are moving in response to the music and to the touch of my hands. You watch mesmerized as I grab hold of each breast. I cup their fullness in each hand and massage with the firm, steady pressure that I prefer. I move each nipple between thumb and finger and squeeze. My breasts are completely out of the bra now so I reach behind and unhook it. I move forward and drape the bra over your face so that you can breath in the smell of me. I reach down and bend my head to take a nipple in my mouth. I suck hard and you see my teeth take the hard little point between them. 

My hips continue to respond to the music. I move my hands firmly over the front of my body. I trace patterns over my tummy and move each hand down my hips and across to the sweet spot between my legs. The silk scarf slides across my breasts and then between my legs. I reach up above me to run my hands through my own hair. It is thick and full and falls gently across my face. My fingers trail across my lips. My mouth opens. Gently my finger probes my mouth. I close my eyes, slowly sliding my finger around my lips and in and out of this warm, moist spot.

I open my eyes and gaze at you; drinking in your essence. I smile gently as I come toward you. Moving behind you, I lean into your back. My head and arms come across your shoulders from either side. I begin to unbutton your shirt. My hands are warm and gentle as they move across your chest. I reach down and take your nipples between my fingers. It is no surprise to me that they are as tight and hard as mine. I slip the shirt off your shoulders and run my hands all along the wonderful width of you broad shoulders and down the length of your arms. I take my time; absorbing each and every point of definition in your strong, sinewy arms and across your powerful chest. I push you forward slightly in the chair and brush my breasts against your back. I bend down and kiss the back of your neck gently tracing your spine with my tongue down its length. My hands continue to massage your arms and chest. Then you lean your head back and feel the soft pillow of my breasts. 

Slowly I move around you, brushing my body against you until I stand in front of you. I straddle your left thigh and place one stockinged foot on your right thigh. You watch as I move my fingers around the perimeter of my mouth and begin again to gently probe its depth. My head falls back as my mouth continues to suck on the fingers of one hand. I balance myself with one hand on your shoulder. When my wet fingers emerge from my mouth, I move them directly to

your mouth. Immediately you begin to suck. We're both imagining my mouth on your penis.

I feel your hand reach down between my legs. You look up into my face with a look of puzzlement on your face. Your fingers have encountered some foreign object that you were not expecting. 

"Uh, uh," I remind you. "Just wait."

I move again. With my backside to you, I wiggle out of my panties. I reach down to pick them up, turn quickly around and hold them under your nose. I hear you inhale deeply. The scent of me fills the space between us. I press your face again into my breasts and slowly lower myself to the floor. I lean back and raise my legs to rest on your thighs. I begin to finger my clitoris. As you watch in amazement, I slowly begin to slide a strand of black beads out of my vagina. With each tug, my hips buck and I moan. The pleasure of removing these beads, every so slowly from my vagina is exquisite. As the full strand appears, with one hand I bring it to my face to breath in the scent of me. My other hand has quickly filled the empty space. There is a kind of pleasure/pain that comes when the hollow of me that should be filled with you, is empty. My fingers fill the sweet spot between my legs. They slide easily into my vagina. It is so wet. I look up and can see the size and strength of your penis straining against your jeans. My fingers slowly move in and out of my vagina. You reach out to grab my arm; your eyes never leaving my crotch. I allow you to pull me up, but then back away. 

"Patience, patience. You'll get your turn," I say as my hands move yours away from my body. 

I drape the black beads around your neck and trail the strand across your lips. Your mouth opens and you begin to suck on the sweet beads. My fingers are dripping with that same sweet juice. I lean forward and trace the outline of your lips with my fingers. The beads fall around your neck as you open your mouth. I insert my fingers, letting you really savor the familiar sweetness of me. You gently suck on each finger. Your eyes never leave mine. You clearly are ready for this dance to be interactive.

You stand up and reach to pull me toward you. You open your mouth to me. I want to savor that sweet taste too. This time I don't resist your touch and our kiss is long and deep. Our mouths are locked together. Your hands move intently across my backside pulling my body to yours. Your tongue demands a response. I can feel the strength of your penis through the thick fabric of your jeans. I move my breasts against your bare chest and my hands move down working to finally unleash your throbbing penis. With my mouth never leaving yours, I unloose your belt and unzip your fly. Your pants open. Our kisses are deep. I can feel the heat off your body. I can feel how much you want me. I reach under the waistband of your BVD's and slide them off. You move our bodies in unison to step out of your pants.





Private Dancer



The orgasms come easily. The foreplay began in my mind. The dance only intensified my desire for you. Watching you, watch me as I danced, heightened my readiness for you. When you finally entered me, I was already on the edge. The first series of orgasms are strong but fleeting. They wash over me and my vagina becomes even wetter. The sensations continue as you thrust forcefully in and out of me. Your penis is really slick, sliding in and out of me easily. I want more. I want you deeper. I moan and cry out with each thrust. 

"Fuck me. Fuck me hard. Slam your dick deep inside me. I want to feel all of you inside me. Harder. Harder. Oh, you feel so good. Don't stop."

You don't. Your stamina is incredible. You hold your ground as I push and strain against you. I really like this part, when the orgasms are coming, to be really hard. You know me. You know what I like. And you give me exactly what I want. Your hands hold my bottom steady. Your fingers dig into the softness of my body, gripping my hips firmly, orchestrating this pleasure. My hand reaches for my clit. With the first touch, I am over the edge in a huge orgasm. My whole body is shuddering. I can feel the ripples begin deep inside me. The pleasure is exquisite. You thrust as deep inside of me as you can and stop.

My knees buckle. You hold me tighter. You won't let me fall. I can't catch my breath and my legs are weak. With exquisite tenderness, you gently pull your penis out of my vagina. I am swollen and sore. You ease me up and lead me to the bed. I lay down. You lie down beside me. I fit myself into your side, my head on your chest. I am spent. I look down at your penis. It is standing tall and strong. 

"But what about you," I ask looking up into your eyes.

"Rest," you say. "Take a deep breath and rest. We have all night."

I feel your soft kiss on my forehead. Your arm is around me protectively. You reach for my hand. I close my eyes. What a gift you are. This private dance was to be a gift for you. Yet you always turn the tables and I find myself saying 'thank you.'

Scene Four

I open my eyes and reach for you. I haven't forgotten. We have all night.

I rise to my knees and gather your sleeping penis in my mouth. With each gentle kiss, I feel it growing. I love to take your small, flaccid penis into my mouth and feel it grow. I suck and lick and kiss and you come alive in my mouth. Oh yah, you're ready.

"What do you want me to do?" I ask. "How can I pleasure you?"

"Everything you do is a pleasure," you say, always the southern gentleman. "I think I'd like it if you'd ride this pony."

I move to straddle your groin. My white silk stockings slide sensuously against your hips and thighs. My hair falls gently across you belly. You reach out to tuck your fingers under the lace of the garter belt. Your penis is massive. It stands straight up, tall and proud. Very slowly I lower myself onto it. I smile down at you. 

"You are magnificent," I say beginning to move against you.

I ride you slowly at first. I slide my vagina up and down over your huge penis. I am still very wet. As I begin to respond again to your touch, I begin to move more quickly. Up and down I buck; your penis filling my vagina. It begins to slide out. I rub my swollen clit against its stiffness. The feeling of rubbing my clitoris against the hardness of your penis as it lies against your belly is overwhelming. The stimulation on my clit is amazing. I feel the orgasms rise inside me again and again. I am still so hot for you. I can feel you shifting slightly underneath me; trying to work your penis back into the warmth of my body. I know you want the feel of me around you.

"Roll over," you say suddenly, "I want to be inside you."

I lie on my back. You move between my legs. You push your groin up tight against my backside. My bottom goes up. My legs are straight up in the air in a deep V. My silk stocking clad legs slide against your chest and arms. You lean into me and slowly slide your penis into my waiting vagina. It feels so good; so right. You begin to move slowly, gently, in and out of me. I close my eyes and concentrate on the feelings. Then you pick up the pace and move faster and harder; your testicles slamming against my bottom as you push deeper and deeper inside me. 

You shift position slightly, now kneeling on one knee and raise my left leg over your left shoulder. From this position your penis hits a totally different part of my vagina. I love the different sensations. With your leg for balance, you reach for my swollen clit. The pressure of your fingers matches the thrusting of your hips; first soft and feather light, then hard and so intentional. I love the juxtaposition of those two different feelings. What a gifted lover.

You shift our bodies around in a myriad of different positions, each providing a special and unique kind of pleasure. Your stamina is amazing. I can't get enough of you. The orgasms continue to wash over me until I think I can take no more. I am spent and exhausted.

You stop. You kneel straight up between my legs and pull my bottom even tighter against your groin. I see your eyes close. Your head falls back. I can feel your penis growing even bigger. Your hands are grabbing me forcefully holding our bodies locked together. There is no motion now. Our bodies are motionless. Deep inside your body, I can feel the quivering as your muscles contract and expand. It begins deep inside your testicles. I feel it moving through your penis. You shudder with the power of your orgasm. We are still, our bodies together as one. I feel the last minor contractions that signal your full release.

It is a time of magic, the coming together of a man and a woman. There is something holy in this union. At this moment, there is no you, no me, it is only us, our bodies together in this private dance of pure pleasure.



Private Dancer



It was her all right, definitely Kimberley Williams, the same cheeky confidence that she managed to exude even when standing perkily at a bus stop. I'd had the dubious pleasure of being responsible for Kimberley's education regarding twentieth century history. A subject that the pretty, but insolent sixteen year old couldn't have cared less about. She didn't really care for Archduke Ferdinand being assassinated in Sarajevo, or for the whys, wherefores or reasons for the rise of Adolf Hitler. Kimberley was stereotypical of her generation – dyed blonde hair, belly button piercing, cigarettes and alcopops – Kimberley's world.

Now, two years since she'd put the school gates behind her, there she stood with the same confident, slightly arrogant manner, waiting for a bus just outside the town centre.

Kimberley had caused me a fair degree of turmoil during the year or so that she had sat vacantly in my classroom. Nothing attributable to her in any direct sense, it was just that the blossoming young woman disturbed me a little. She was borderline polite to me, and never caused any disruption within class, but to be absolutely honest... I was a little afraid of the girl.

I have always been partial to the type of woman who somehow has an aura of being elegant and classy, but with an element of raw sexuality added to the mix, Kimberley had those qualities. She was a very, very pretty girl with blonde, straight hair, cute nose and huge blue eyes. Her ripening, not quite mature figure, was full breasted, narrow waisted and broad hipped, even as a schoolgirl, with her long, smooth legs perpetually on display, tantalising beneath her ridiculously short hemmed school kilt.

During her schooldays I'd frequently see the object of my fevered imaginings going off arm in arm with a hugely muscled, shaven headed, tattooed youth who would be waiting at the school gates in the afternoon. The hulking brute must have been her boyfriend, and I was surprised by her choice. Kimberley could have had her pick yet chose this neanderthal over everyone else.

I drove around the one-way system and approached the bus stop again. I had decided to offer Kimberley a lift to wherever she was going, a dangerous decision perhaps, but I had left it up to the sisters of fate to decide. If Kimberley were still waiting for the bus, I'd offer her the lift. If the bus had collected her during the time it took me to negotiate the town's traffic system – then so be it, an opportunity missed.

The Sisters of Wyrd decreed that Kimberley's path and mine should cross. She was still standing where I'd last seen her so I pulled over with the electric window humming down as the wheels stopped turning. 'Hello Kimberley, remember me?' My opening line designed to alleviate any suspicion in the young woman's mind as I accosted her. An attractive girl like her would be pestered by all manner of men, and I was keen to save myself any embarrassment or awkwardness.

She bent and peered into the car, the action giving me an unobstructed view of Kimberley's fine cleavage. 'Yeah... yeah, I do. Mr Clarke, innit?' Kimberley's face underwent a transformation from suspicious frown to a smile of recognition.

'Can I offer you a lift? I saw you there, and thought it was you...' 

Kimberley didn't hesitate. 'Yeah, sure that'd be great.' She pulled on the door handle and eased herself onto the passenger seat, her tiny skirt riding high along her slender thighs. 'History, weren't it?' she asked, almost catching me in the act of taking a surreptitious glance at her long, tanned legs, and I threw the car into gear and rejoined the stream of traffic heading out of town.

'Yes, that's right. History it was; and history it still is,' I sighed, lamenting my sorry lot. Then I added brightly, 'And what do you do these days Kimberley?'

'Me?' The girl pointed at herself unnecessarily since there were only us present. 'Well... I do a bit o' dancin'. y'know, in the pub an' that.'

'Dancing?' I replied. 'Interesting'. A short pause, then 'Do you enjoy dancing, Kimberley?'

'Yeah, sorright,' she nodded at me as I drove. 'Get a few wankers in though,' the girl continued, then adding as she reddened slightly, 'Whoops, sorry Mr Clarke.'

'Hey, you're not in school now,' I laughed a little. 'Where do you want to go?' I asked, deftly changing the subject.

'Well I'm on me way to work now, as it 'appens,' Kimberley replied. 'Tiffany's, d'you know it?'

'I know where it is, but I've never been in.' I acknowledged. Tiffany's was a strip club just outside town, it's façade gaudily painted with rough images depicting semi nude women. Not my sort of establishment at all.

'Fanks for the lift Mr Clarke,' Kimberley said pleasantly as I pulled up outside the club. Her politeness made me re evaluate my original assessment of the young woman; perhaps she'd matured in the two years since I'd last seen her. 'Why not come in and watch the show sometime,' she added. Then continued, 'I know it's a strip club, but I am gonna be a proper dancer someday. Anyway, I do Mondays, Thursdays, Fridays 2 till 7, an Sat'day night 7 till 11.' Then with a cheery wave, she was gone. 

I drove home, my mind already filled with the long dormant, now suddenly re-awoken, images of Kimberley. That night I dreamt of her dancing. She was wearing her old school uniform and dancing just for me, slowly revealing her tight, delectable, young body as she removed her skimpy clothing away from her smooth, golden tanned frame, piece by piece.

Inevitably I masturbated. My cock was huge and my need urgent, and I knew that I would eventually take up Kimberley's invitation, succumbing to the temptation of seeing her dance. I would fight against it, but deep down I knew that I'd be visiting the sleazy club; it was only a matter of time.

***

I parked the car at the rear of the club. The car park was dark and uneven underfoot; I could feel the gravel crunching beneath my feet as I made my way to the rear door of the building. A burly 'gentleman' looked me up and down, assessing my suitability for entry, and I must have met whatever criteria was required since he stepped aside and allowed me access.

I paid my £5 entry fee to the sullen, bored faced woman behind a counter and was then enveloped by a cacophony of brash, harsh, blaring music as I made my way to the bar area. I ordered my drink and turned to watch through a fugue of cigarette smoke, the girl who was currently gyrating a short distance away from me on a small stage.

I suppose that what I was witnessing could loosely be defined as dancing, but there was little finesse or artistic flair to the young lady's writhing display of gymnastic contortions. She definitely had a talent however, and I was quite happy to watch her as she wrapped herself around the shining silver pole, her fantastic body completely naked with the sole exception of a dangerous looking pair of spiked heeled shoes.

When the girl finished her set she left the stage with her broad hips swinging and breasts jiggling delightfully. She was almost immediately replaced by a good looking girl of Mediterranean duskiness, who was barely dressed as a nurse. The raucous music cranked up and the girl began to do her thing, teasing the crowd of men with tantalising glimpses of cleavage and shaking her plump buttocks, some calling out lewdly and others whistling in appreciation. 

A huge roar went up when she finally unveiled her heavy, milk chocolate hued breasts to the crowd's hungry stares, and I must admit that I actually licked my lips and swallowed hard when I first saw her sensational, seemingly gravity defying globes.

She carried on gyrating and wiggling her hips even when the tiny scrap of her thong was carelessly flung to the stage floor. Her large, firmly fleshed arse barely rippling with her energetic movements. She simulated masturbation, and my cock began to take an interest as I watched the healthy young woman on the stage rub her finger slowly and deliberately through her labia. The folds of crinkly skin were clearly visible to me from my position near the bar and I could see perfectly as her finger split the lips of her sex apart.

The girl ceased her teasing and went back to her dance routine. At one point she stepped down from the stage and walked amongst the crowd, allowing a few of the bolder men to feel her breasts and buttocks. She returned to the relative safety of her stage when the groping began to get a little too personal for her liking, when the fingers moving hopefully towards her plump lipped pussy became a little too insistent.

The dark skinned beauty left the stage soon after and the crowd was well warmed up when finally, Kimberley strode onto the stage. She was certainly no longer an innocent sixteen year old. The promise her body had shown in her latter years at school had come to fruition, and it was a confident, stunningly pretty, superbly proportioned eighteen year old that pouted sexily at her appreciative audience as she made her entrance.

The young woman transfixed me as she began her routine. She was dressed, appropriately for me, in a facsimile of a school uniform, complete with white blouse and a blue blazer. A pair of black hold up stockings adorned her legs, showing a large expanse of smooth skinned thigh between her stocking tops and micro skirt. Of course, she was wearing the apparently standard and obligatory high, spiked heel shoes. She even had a straw boater on her head, but the hat didn't last long once Kimberley began to move more vigorously around the stage.

The blazer came off next to reveal her white blouse. It was putting up a brave, but hopeless fight as her full bosom strained against the buttons, the top three of which were undone to show off Kimberley's magnificent cleavage.

As Kimberley whirled and wheeled on the stage, going through her teasing act of undoing the remaining buttons on her blouse and deftly wriggling her hips free of the clinging, short skirt, I felt all of the confusion and emotional angst come flooding back from that period two years earlier when I was Kimberley's teacher.

I was finding it difficult to separate the young schoolgirl and the confident young woman disrobing so professionally on the stage. I had fantasised over her so intensely on torturous nights gone by, and pictured her in so many lewd and indecent situations that I was having trouble reconciling this actual event with a dream state.

Eventually Kimberley finally unclasped her bra to reveal her round breasts to my lascivious stare. The soft, pink tipped orbs captivated me instantly, and once again I marvelled at these girls' breasts apparent ability to defy gravity.

The coup de grace came when Kimberley stepped out of her thong and showed the motley collection of leering men her plump, perfectly coiffured vulva. The faint tuft of her trimmed pubic bush was a mere smudge at the junction of Kimberley's athletically proportioned thighs. 

When Kimberley's performance came to an end and she click clacked from the stage on her high heeled shoes, I finished my drink in preparation to leave and shortly after, was surprised to see a shyly smiling Kimberley approaching me at the bar. She was dressed a little more conservatively I was relieved to see, but I still noticed hungry eyed men looking at her as she crossed the room.

'Hiya, Mr Clarke,' she said quietly, eyes downcast as though unsure of my reaction to her naked cavorting.

'Hello Kimberley,' I replied, perhaps a little pompously. I was more than a little thrown by this - for me - surreal situation. In addition I was still confused by the mixed feelings I was experiencing. The professional part of me was appalled at my behaviour; lusting in secret over a pupil was grossly indecent in my view, wholly unprofessional – but I had never acted upon that lust; I'd kept it in check during Kimberley's school days and so why was I flogging myself over it now? Kimberley was a grown woman, over 18. So what if she was a former pupil? Shrugging off the guilty feelings, at least for the moment, I brightened and continued in a lighter tone of voice. 'You've got definite talent there, Kimberley.' Trying to focus on the dancing and avoiding any reference to the nudity.

'Fanks, Mr Clarke,' the girl replied, and I was surprised to see that she was blushing slightly. 'Was a bit weird seeing you in the crowd. Y'know, you bein' me teacher an' all. Specailly wiv me bein' starkers...'

'Well... you've got to start somewhere I suppose,' I said, awkwardness slipping between us. 'Besides, you're very attractive, very fit, why shouldn't you show yourself off... this is the 21st Century after all.'

My rather clumsy attempt at meeting the difficult subject of Kimberley's nudity on stage was warmly received by the girl as she replied in a grateful tone. 'Aw, fanks, Mr Clarke.' Then, in a rush - 'I ain't gonna strip for ever y'know... I'm gonna get a proper dancin' job... This is just for the money...An' I don't let none of 'em touch me, like...

'Woah', I laughed, holding up my hands palms out as though to stop Kimberley's words assaulting me. 'You don't have to convince me.'

She smiled sheepishly, 'Sorry Mr Clarke. I just wanted you to know I wasn't no slapper. I was a bit of a cow at school...' she tailed off.

'You weren't so bad,' I replied feeling a sudden rush of affection for the girl. She suddenly seemed vulnerable, quite unlike the confident, brassy young woman I'd judged her to be. 'You certainly didn't do me any favours, but you weren't disruptive or malicious.' I put my hand onto the girl's shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze.

Kimberley brightened suddenly; a smile lighting up her pretty, elfin features. 'You gonna stay for me next set?' 

'Yes, of course,' I replied, committing myself in an instant.

Kimberley sat with me, sipping water from a bottle as we watched the other girls go through their second routines. She explained the more technical aspects of the dances to me, which thankfully distracted my attention away from the bouncing bosoms and buttocks. 

'I'd better go and change,' Kimberley said to me as the olive skinned Latino beauty on stage began her finale. She gave me a little wave, a wiggle of her fingers and disappeared through the crowd. Her next routine featured a police uniform, and throughout the act Kimberley kept looking towards me, giving me several bright smiles and theatrical winks. When her dance had finished, Kimberley strode across to me, still naked and impossibly leggy in her high heels. She asked if I'd stay and wait whilst she dressed ready to go home. Being a Friday night, Kimberley's work shift finished at 7pm and of course I offered to give her a lift.

'Fanks Mr Clarke,' she said as we stood at the bar. Kimberley was now dressed fully and properly, driking some startlingly blue, vodka based, undoubtedly fashionable concoction straight from the bottle. 'I woz hopin' you'd give me a lift, the bus is a pain in the arse,' she continued, grinning at me cheekily.

I drove through the busy streets and arrived at Kimberley's block after she'd given directions. 'Come in for a cuppa?' she asked.

'Oh... well... yes,' I was a little startled by the invitation.

Kimberley set the two steaming cups down on her coffee table and sat on the settee opposite my seat, tucking her long legs underneath her bottom as she made herself comfortable. We had been talking for about half an hour, I had been giving her a run down on the life and times of her former teachers, and telling her about my own history. Kimberley didn't know much about my personal life, in her time as a pupil she hadn't really been interested in the private lives of her teachers, and I thought that was understandable enough.

We had been carrying on in this entirely innocent vein, when Kimberley's live in boyfriend put in a hulking appearance. I recognised him instantly as the same huge individual who had waited at the school gates. He'd been big back then and must have kept up his association with heavy pieces of metal, judging by his sleeve stretching biceps and forearms. The man's shoulders and chest were enormous, and his Herculean presence seemed to fill the small room.

'What the fuck's goin' on 'ere?' His words were accompanied by beer fuelled breath and I knew instantly that there was a storm brewing.

'This is Mr Clarke, me old teacher. He gave me a lift.' Kimberley's eyes were downcast and she'd reddened with embarrassment at her boyfriend's crass manner.

'Teacher?' scoffed the oaf incredulously. 'Fuckin' teacher?' He turned to me and narrowed his piggy eyes, 'You fancy my bird did ya? When she was at school.' 

He'd hit the nail squarely on the head all right, and I sensed I was in more than a little trouble here. The man was enormous and I could almost smell the potential for violence bunched up in the muscle and sinew of his massive arms. If the mood took him, and it was entirely possible that it could, this man was fully physically capable of doing me great damage with his bare hands.

'I think I'd better leave,' I said, knowing better than to attempt any explanation or argument with a drunk, especially a drunk with such a menacing air.

'Wot, leavin' orredy?' he replied sarcastically. 'Did I disturb you or sumthin'? Sittin all nice an' cozy wiv me bird.' He was winding himself up now and I began to feel real fear, the unpredictability of the man turned my guts to liquid.

'We was just talkin', Matt – honest.' Kimberley tried to reason with her swaying boyfriend.

'Yeah, "just talkin'", he spat. 'But I bet lover boy 'ere had more on 'is mind,' a jerk of the head in my direction, he looked at Kimberley before he turned his bleary attention back to me. 'Ain't that right, teacher?' I could only sit; anything I said or didn't say would only escalate things. Catch 22. Matt took a step or two closer to me and I felt my sphincter loosen, I was in real danger of actually shitting my pants. There was no honourable way out of this situation and my mind whirled with the danger I was in. 

'Matt, please...' Kimberley was cut off as she tried once more to placate the man.

'Shut your fuckin' noise,' he said in a low, menacing voice. I saw that Matt's eyes had cleared suddenly; his drunken state had hardened into a dangerous, focussed edge. His mouth turned up in a smile, but with no light in the eyes, as he said with pseudo friendliness, 'I don't blame you tho mate, she's fuckin' stunnin' ain't she?' Although he'd phrased his words as a question, I was in no doubt that he wanted any reply from me. You seen 'er strip?' another question.

I nodded my head in response and Matt moved closer, looming massively over me now. His huge bulk and presence, exaggerated by my vulnerable sitting position giving him a psychological edge, and I felt my traitorous guts shift again. 

'C'mere bitch,' Matt ordered, speaking to Kimberley but keeping his attention directed towards me.

'Why?' she replied with a tremor in her voice. She was obviously as afraid him as I was and I thought that this was a very bad sign indeed. If his girlfriend was scared of his capabilities, then I had real reason to be afraid.

'Cos I fuckin' say so, cunt.' He turned towards his girlfriend and she stood uncertainly, too frightened to offer resistance. 

Kimberley came over to where her boyfriend stood over me threateningly. 'Take your clothes off,' he ordered again.

'What..?' Her question was curtailed sharply when Matt turned suddenly and took hold of Kimberley's face in his huge grip, his fingers digging into her cheeks and distorting her pretty features.

'Do... As... I... Fuckin'... Tell... You...' He spat each word into her face, Kimberley wincing at each as if it were a slap. He released his grip and looked down at me with contempt, 'Take a good look at 'er. You know you fancy the fuckin' arse off 'er.'




Private Dancer



I couldn't understand the man's rationale. He was insanely jealous and possessive, that much was obvious, but where was the logic in forcing his beautiful girlfriend to show herself in such a degrading way? What kick was the man getting from this?

Kimberley stood naked and trembling, her hands and arms held protectively across her breasts and groin. Her posture angered Matt and he reached out to grab both of the girl's arms. 'Show us yer tits,' he said coarsely and pulled roughly at her slender limbs. 

Kimberley was forced to reveal her nakedness to both of us, and I found myself looking at her tight body in spite of the manner of its revelation. Even though Kimberley had strutted confidently on the stage in front of an audience of strangers, cavorting nakedly and showing herself off unselfconsciously, she was humiliated and degraded by the current situation. She was able to compartmentalise between her work and the intolerable manner in which she was being forced to display herself now, and it was the abject look in her tear filled eyes that spurred me into action.

'This is crazy,' I spoke up now. 'There's nothing going on, I was her teacher... that's all... I gave her a lift home... Stop this, now. I'm leaving.'

Matt looked at me for long seconds and I struggled to find my feet, the depth of the chair and Matt's proximity making it awkward for me to stand.

'Shut your fuckin' face, you cunt,' he said and bunched his huge fist before smashing it onto my forehead. The blow stunned me and slammed me back into the chair. I was unused to physical violence, I hadn't been involved in a fight since junior school, decades earlier, and it took me several, groggy moments before I realised I'd actually been struck. 'Any more of your bullshit and you'll get some more,' Matt threatened, waving his hammer fist in my face.

I could only sit, stunned when Matt ordered Kimberley to walk around the tiny room and pose for us. Further objection was useless and my fogged brain was in no state to think of a way out of this sickening predicament.

Kimberley did as she was bid, and I watched her as she moved reluctantly tears trickling unheeded down her smooth cheeks. 'Matt... please,' she sobbed, but her hulk of a boyfriend just sat down on the settee and barked orders at her.

'Wiggle your arse, girl. Go on, that's it. Now, go over to lover boy there,' Matt thrust his chin in my direction.

Kimberley stood close to me, arms hanging by her sides uncertain about what to do next. 'Go on teacher,' Matt spoke. 'Go on, feel 'er tits an' arse.'

I looked at him blankly, and he responded threateningly, 'I said, feel 'er tits an' arse.' The menace in his voice was palpable, leaving me no choice but to reach out and feel Kimberley's spongy, firm breasts and buttocks. Kimberley drew in breath sharply when she felt my finger tips touch her skin, and I could see that the girl was trembling even harder with fear and apprehension.

Matt laughed out loud, a sinister sound in my ears; it was a laugh that contained no humour whatsoever, a malevolent laugh of a man over the edge of reason. Matt rose to his feet, 'Sit down there, bitch,' he pointed at the seat next to me.

Kimberley sat and waited for matt's next instruction, which wasn't long in coming. He unzipped his jeans and scooped his prick from inside. It hung, flaccid and obscene in front of him, and I could see that he was quite well endowed. Even in its soft state matt's cock was at least 6 inches long, what size it would be when aroused, I could only wonder.

'You know what to do you fuckin' slut,' Matt snarled as he thrust his cock close to Kimberley's face.

The girl looked over to me beseechingly, but there was nothing I could do. I was a powerless as she in the face of this madman's savagery. We were both prisoners, at Matt's mercy and subject to any whim he may have.

Kimberley turned away from me, and with a trembling hand reached out and lifted Matt's thick stalk. I watched as she took the head of the cock between her lips and began to suck. Matt groaned with delight as his cock visibly thickened and grew between Kimberley's lips, and he reached down to grip the girl's blonde hair in his big paws.

'Tip to balls, girl... go on... you know what I like,' Matt said pulling his blood engorged prick from Kimberley's mouth.

He was hugely erect now, the drink having no apparent affect upon his libido, and he held the root of his cock, pointing it menacingly at his girlfriend's face, waiting for her to comply with his wishes.

Kimberley licked the big, spongy dome with her pink, wet tongue, and then licked along the entire, savage length of her boyfriend's huge penis. She licked the root of Matt's cock where it met his heavy, hanging balls, and then slowly ran the tip of her tongue back up his length, returning her attention back to the helmet.

Matt's eyes closed and his head fell back whilst he stood and enjoyed the sensation of having his cock licked and sucked. 'Aaahhh, that's fuckin' good,' he growled in appreciation. 'My little girl knows how to dish out the blowjobs.' Matt commented, looking directly at me. 

Kimberley carried on sucking at Matt, slurping audibly as she slobbered over and around the big cock head. She reached up a dainty little hand and wrapped her slim fingers around Matt's prick, down low near his balls. In this fashion she was now able to suck at the tip of the cock, and wank him at the same time.

Matt groaned even louder at this treatment, and I looked across at Kimberley, unsure now that she wasn't actually beginning to enjoy herself. She was certainly giving Matt the treatment, vigorously pumping at his dick with her fist, occasionally pulling the helmet out of her mouth and using it to paint her face, chin and cheeks with Matt's syrupy pre cum as it leaked from the slit at the tip of his prick.

'Yeah, baby... do it to me,' Matt moaned. 'Fuck, you turn me on,' he continued unnecessarily. Then he looked down at me again and said, 'I bet you'd like some of this, wouldn't you teacher?'

I just looked at him, not sure how to reply. Of course I'd love to have my prick sucked by the delectable Kimberley, but not under these circumstances, it would be tantamount to rape.

Kimberley must have sensed something was amiss, something in Matt's tone, because she stopped her sucking and looked from Matt to me quizzically. 

'Well?' he asked again, bending towards me belligerently. 

What could I say? If I said yes, would he be offended and go berserk? If I said no..? 

He was so unpredictable; I had no idea of how to respond. Matt pulled his thick cock out of Kimberley's grip and thrust his chin towards her. 'Get the teacher's cock out, slut,' he said.

'Matt... please, no more,' Kimberley begged her voice tremulous.

'Shut your fuckin' whining, face you cunt,' Matt spat at the trembling girl. 'Get 'is fuckin' cock out, and stop your fuckin' bawling.'

From somewhere I found the courage to speak up again. 'That's enough... it really is enough,' I blurted, my voice sounding alien to my ears, and I was amazed I had spoken out.

'Yeah?' was Matt's response. 'Yeah?' he repeated, before he bunched his massive fist again, and gave m two quick jabs to the face in rapid succession.

The blows knocked me back into the seat again. I'd risen halfway out, intending to stand and hopefully walk out of that madhouse. Matt's blows sent me back onto my backside, and I slumped in the cushions with my ears ringing and my head spinning.

'I told you to get his cock out,' Matt's voice seemed to come from far away as he spoke to Kimberley again.

I was bleary and disorientated but I felt Kimberley fumbling with the fastenings on my trouser front as she carried out Matt's order. I shook my head in an attempt to clear it, and became aware that somehow she had managed to get my trousers and underpants down to mid thigh, exposing my limp, shrivelled cock and balls.

Matt looked down with contempt at my pathetic showing. 'Do you fuck with that?' he laughed, the sarcasm evident. 'Play with it,' he commanded Kimberley when she looked at him.

'Pease Matt,' she tried again. 'Please... stop this. Why are you doing this to me?'

'Coz you're a fuckin' slut,' was his reply. 'You let those blokes letch at yer tits, let 'em look at yer cunt... I bet you let 'em fuck you too. So, you can fuckin' well do it 'ere... in front of me,' he continued, lost in his own twisted logic.

I understood at that moment that Matt had become deeply troubled by his girlfriend's choice of occupation. He was too full of male pride and bravado to admit that he was jealous of the attention Kimberley received in her role as a stripper, and I suppose he would view actually disclosing his feelings to Kimberley as being weak. He was a troubled individual, but even so that didn't excuse his behaviour, and it didn't give me any ideas about how to remove myself safely. Nor did it help Kimberley in any way either, with her being even more of a victim than I was in this whole sorry mess.

'Now,' Matt said through gritted teeth. 'Play with the teacher's prick. Get it hard an' then you can suck it too.'

Kimberley looked at me as she reached across to my groin. I could see the fear in her eyes, the fear of what this animal might unleash if she didn't carry out his wishes. I tried to convey my understanding to her through eye contact and facial expression. To let the girl know that I fully appreciated her predicament, that I would rather anything but this.

I felt Kimberley's fingers tighten around my cock, felt her begin to manipulate me in an effort to get me sexually aroused. Unbelievably my cock responded to her delicate touch. It began to stiffen in her hand, and grew steadily thicker and longer at each soft stroke. Once again I locked eyes with Kimberley, trying to send some sort of signal to her that my prick's stiffening appalled me, to let her know that I wasn't turned on by what was going on, and that it was merely my body that was responding to her.

Kimberley carried on wanking my cock, returning my stare with her big, blue eyes wide open. I thought I saw her nod her head, it was an almost imperceptible movement and I took it to mean that she knew what I was trying to get across to her. Somehow Kimberley and I were bonded together in this bizarre situation, and that although Matt was calling the shots we were united together as victims of his bizarre, twisted thinking.

'Look at him grow,' Matt said, breaking the link between Kimberley and myself. 'I knew the dirty old bastard wanted you,' he continued.

Neither Kimberley nor I said anything. The girl just allowed a disgusted look to cross her pretty features, showing me how she now felt about her drunken, oaf of a boyfriend. Without a word or any indication whatsoever, Kimberley leant across me and to my surprise took my cock into her mouth.

She sucked at the head of my cock for a moment and then vigorously licked at it with apparent enthusiasm. If her boyfriend wanted a show it looked as though the beautiful Kimberley was going to give him one, and I was going to be going along for the ride. 

'Fuckin' 'ell, you dirty cunt,' Matt whispered as he watched his girlfriend suck my erect cock. He grabbed his thick stalk in his hand and began to pull his prick, the sight of Kimberley eating my cock arousing him. 'Suck 'im, you fuckin' slut,' he spoke again. 'I knew you'd be fuckin' those dirty old blokes down at that club.' His mind was focussed entirely upon Kimberley's imagined, whoreish behaviour. This was a point that I knew he was mistaken over, but there was no deviation to the man's logic.

Matt pulled his jeans off completely and then pulled his t shirt over his head so that he was now as naked as Kimberley. He took up his wanking again and Kimberley continued to slurp at my cock. She was doing a really excellent job, her tongue tickling the underside of my helmet as she sucked and slurped at me. I could feel my spunk beginning to rise, and I was in danger of spurting my load into her mouth in spite of the dangerous circumstances.

Matt moved in close to Kimberley and bent forward to lift her hips clear of the sofa. She turned her head to look at him, the fear returning to her eyes. 'Wot you doin'? she asked as Matt lifted her bodily from my lap.

'I'm gonna fuck you,' he growled, positioning Kimberley so that he could get his cock against her vulva.

'No Matt, please... not like this...please, I don't wanna,' Kimberley was begging him once more to stop his madness. It was no use however, and Kimberley was forced to stand with her back to Matt as he bent her forward and pulled her hips back, forcing his thick prick into her opening.

Kimberley looked down at me, tears welling in her eyes as Matt split her labia with his bludgeoning cock. Big, fat tears trickled down her cheeks and plopped soundlessly onto the cushions next to where I still sat.

Matt was totally unconcerned by his girlfriend's humiliation, and merely wrapped his huge, bear like paws around her tiny waist, gripping her body tightly and grunting as he began to thrust. He thrust so hard into Kimberley that she was pushed forwards by the force and had to hold herself steady with her hands against the upright back of the settee.

From my subservient position I could see Kimberley's perfect, full breasts wobbling with each thrust, I could see how Matt's huge hands almost completely encircled her tiny waist, and I could hear the slapping of flesh upon flesh as the brute forced himself deeper into Kimberley's reluctant cunt.

Kimberley had her eyes closed now, and I could see her face was contorted into a tight grimace, with her jaw clamped firmly closed as she gritted her teeth and allowed her boyfriend to use her. 

His grunting and panting became frantic, and the tempo of his rutting became almost impossibly fast, the slapping of his belly against Kimberley's tight buttocks ringing loud in the room. Finally the man groaned out loud and grunted like a rooting pig as he emptied his balls deep into Kimberley. He continued to groan and twitch spastically for long moments, no doubt washing Kimberley's womb with his hot, salty spunk.

Kimberley fell in a heap onto the sofa next to me when Matt finally pulled his huge member out of her. She was sobbing uncontrollably now and I unconsciously reached for her wracked body as she heaved convulsively next to me.

'Aww, isn't that sweet,' Matt laughed, his prick still oozing thick semen that he let drip onto the carpet at his feet. 'Cuddle up to the old cunt yer pafetic bitch.'

Kimberley's sobs died away, leaving the poor girl wretched and sniffing as she cuddled up against me. I could feel her soft skin under my hands as I held her close, and could feel her tight breasts pressing against me.

'Get up you cunt,' Matt grabbed Kimberley roughly.

The girl looked at him with terror in her eyes this time. The man had just raped her in front of me, and neither one of us knew what further cruelty he was capable of. She stood, very unsteadily, too frightened to deny Matt anything. Her inner thighs were soaked with Matt's semen where it trickled out of her, and I could see that the girl was trembling like a frightened puppy.

Matt forced Kimberley to kneel between my feet and suck on my prick again. She wasn't as defiant this time; all the fight had been fucked brutally out of her. She had been subjected to rape and humiliation by this man and was far too scared to antagonise him further by any further defiance.

'Suck it hard again you bitch,' he growled. 'You pretend to be scared, but you fuckin' love it. Yer just a slut, an' this is what you want.' He really was a twisted individual. I couldn't comprehend how he could even think that Kimberley wanted this. The girl was in fear for her life and quite obviously hating him for what he was doing to her, and to me for that matter.

Kimberley sucked at me again, probably using every trick she knew in order to get my prick to stand upright again. Remarkably it didn't let her down and was eventually standing semi erect in my lap.

'Climb aboard, bitch,' I heard Matt whisper.

I couldn't believe it, he wanted Kimberley to climb onto my lap and fuck me. Of course she had no choice at all, and she did as he told her, climbing onto my lap with her big, round breasts inches from my face.

I felt her hand guide my prick to her opening as she knelt with her knees either side of my thighs. She held me against herself and paused for a moment before she lowered her gooey cunt over the head of my cock. When my cock head was just inside her opening, Kimberley looked into my eyes, and once again I got the sense that she was telling me it was ok, that she didn't mind taking me into her young body, that she blamed Matt for all this and that she attached no blame to me at all, even though my cock was already growing harder and thicker inside her.

In spite of myself I found Kimberley's perfect, young body was exciting me. I was aroused by the liquid heat of her insides as her cunt squelched wetly over my cock, Matt's spunk being forced out between our bodies as my prick invaded the space.

Kimberley began to fuck up and down on me and offered her breasts to me. I licked and suckled at her teats eagerly, almost forgetting the circumstances behind our coupling as I enjoyed the texture and taste of Kimberley's skin.

Kimberley leant forward over me and stroked my hair gently, and I could hear her murmuring softly in my ear, 'It'll be Ok, baby, it'll be Ok.' It was like a lullaby, one she was cooing to herself as though she was trying to distance herself from the brutality of Matt, and surrendering herself to the security of my presence. Even if that security was just a façade, a thin veil over the truth of our situation.

I reached around Kimberley's body and gripped her hips tightly. I took over some of the control of the tempo of our fucking, and Kimberley looked down at me in surprise. I pulled the young dancer up and down on my by now, rock hard shaft. I was oblivious to Matt's presence and was concentrating wholly on the sensations that fucking Kimberley was producing along the nerve endings of my cock.

I saw Kimberley smile secretly to herself when she realised what I was doing, that I was blocking out Matt and enjoying her ripe body, and I was rewarded by a kiss right on the lips. Soon our kissing had grown from that first tentative joining of lips to a full on passionate French kiss. Kimberley's tongue squirmed inside my mouth as our tongues danced, and I continued to pull her hips down hard against me, forcing my cock deeper into her body.

'Oh, fuck...Kim. I'm... oh God... I'm going to...' I struggled against the inevitable tide of my climax; unable to find the words to let the girl know I was about to come.

Kimberley understood however, and redoubled her own efforts as she ground her cunt down hard onto me. 'It's Ok, Mr Clarke,' she whispered. 'Do it in me, it's Ok. I want to feel you pump it deep inside'

She looked into my eyes again as I grunted and pumped my seed into her. My cum spat against Kimberley's already sodden insides, mingling with Matt's earlier deposit. The girl was filled with her double dose of cream, and I could feel the stuff dribbling out over my balls, there was so much volume inside her tight cunt.

Finally I stopped coming, and Kimberley slid away and lay next to me on the sofa. Matt just looked down at us both, speechless now, and without a word he turned from us and shuffled into what I presume was a bedroom.

Kimberley lay for long moments saying nothing. I took this as my cue and stood, pulling my trousers up.

'How do you feel,' I asked the silent girl.

She just looked up at me and shrugged. 'You'd better go,' was all she said.

'But...' I started to reply but was cut off.




Private Dancer



'Mr Clarke... It's best if you just go... If he comes out again...' Kimberley left the rest unsaid, and I made my way out to my car, my head swimming with what had happened.

***

I struggled with my experience for a couple of months. I was on the verge of going to the police several times but never followed up my intent. I thought about visiting Kimberley at the flat, but the threat of Matt's hulking presence put me off that idea too. I did visit the club once or twice, but Kimberley didn't put in any appearance, and I decided against asking any of the other girls if they knew where she was or how she was getting on.

Then, suddenly one day she was on my doorstep. She'd found out my address from the school using some subterfuge, and had come over.

To cut a long story short, Matt was in prison for violent offences and Kimberley now lives with me. We share a bed and I still have to tell myself it's not a dream when she lays back and spreads her long, dancer's legs for me, exposing her perfect labia to my adoring gaze. I love the taste of her pussy as it squirts syrupy juice when Kim comes on my face, and I love the tight squeeze of her tight, young cunt when I feed my prick into her welcoming body. Quite often she'll sit astride me, my cock buried deep inside her, and with her big breasts pushed against my mouth, my tongue busy upon her skin.

I am under no illusion that there is no way our relationship can last. But as long as it does... I have my own private dancer.



Private Dancer



Smokey with a strong sexual undertone was the best way to describe the atmosphere. Lap-dancing clubs were hardly my usual domain but the evening had swiftly degenerated into a sleazy festival of debauchery the Romans would have been proud of. I had no idea whose idea it was to pile into the club around midnight, but I was much too drunk to care by that point. We paid our money and headed swiftly to the bar. It was fairly busy for a Thursday night, although most of the customers typically were blokes. I was one of the few women there and myself and Jenny exchanged grins as we caught a few interested glances coming our way. Tony bought a very expensive round of drinks and we found a group of tables in a dark corner. I sat to the side and looked around, taking it all in curiously. 

I had to admit that it had always been a fantasy of mine to come to a place like this; I had long been attracted to beautiful women and got a huge amount of pleasure from a delicious pair of naked breasts. That said, I was mainly heterosexual and men were usually my partner of choice. 

There were several girls dancing and gyrating on a revolving stage to some slow beat music. They all wore very little in the way of costumes and were many different types and sizes. One girl in particular caught my eye. She was slim with long, dark hair and the most gorgeous tits I had seen in ages. They were probably a C cup and were definitely natural – I hated fake tits with a passion. She swayed her hips in time to the music and seemed oblivious to the leering gazes of a group of drunken guys sat beneath the stage, gesturing crudely at her and the other girls. I was mesmerised and completely unaware of my colleagues until Jack prodded me hard to attract my attention.

"Hey!" he said loudly in my ear. "This is meant to be a bloke thing and you should be spouting feminist crap by now about the degradation of women as sex-objects!" 

I laughed as the moment was broken. "Who says women can't enjoy it too?" I winked at him and he raised his eyebrows suggestively.

"Ooh bi-curious are we??"

"Ha! Why do you assume I am not bi already?" 

That threw him. We had been flirting with each other for ages now but neither of us had ever pushed it further than a suggestive sexual banter on nights out and coffee-breaks. From my own perspective, I was reluctant to get involved with anyone from the office; it usually ended in tears.

I could see the interest in his eyes from my veiled suggestion of girl-on-girl action – a sure-fire turn on for most men. I sipped my drink coyly and looked away, slightly disappointed to see that my girl had left the stage. Unfortunately she had been replaced by a plump blonde with huge breasts; NOT my type so I returned my attention to Jack.

"It seems you have hidden depths Miss Jones... Maybe we can continue this conversation later, back at my flat?" he suggested quietly. I had him and I knew it. I just wasn't sure if I wanted him. He was undeniably attractive in a tall, dark and handsome kind of way. He was also intelligent with a great sense of humour. But, and this was a big but; he was also up for the same promotion as me at work and I didn't want to confuse the issue. It would be madness to start anything right now.

Sadly my libido didn't agree with me. My nipples were rock hard and I knew he would be able to see that through the tight cotton top I was wearing. I crossed my legs in an attempt to quell the heat from between my legs and only succeeded making myself even hornier.

He leant towards me and I melted helplessly in his chocolate brown eyes.

"Well? You haven't answered my question..."

I hesitated. Do or die. "Err..."

"OK you two! That's enough of that – the rest of us are gagging for a drink and it's your round Jack!" Jack scowled and turned round to face Darren from Sales. 

"Fuck off." He said in a tone of voice that discouraged any further conversation. 

Darren was an annoying bastard at times, but fortunately he was also very thick skinned.

"Ooh!" Darren laughed, luckily totally un-offended. "Right then, it will have to be my round and I just won't buy YOU a drink you twat."

I used the moment to jump up and dash in the direction of the ladies. My face was burning and I felt horribly out of control. A minute to calm down was needed. The lack of women clientele meant that the loos were deserted much to my relief. I repaired my make-up and gave myself a sharp talking to on the perils of shagging ones colleagues. A quick recollection of poor Mandy from accounts was enough to stiffen my resolve. She had been caught giving her head of Department a blowjob one evening and had been sacked for gross misconduct. Gossip had been rife for weeks after that; especially as her boss had kept his job and had merely been shunted off to another branch - very unfair, but hardly surprising when the HR department was run by men.

I walked slowly out of the tacky lilac and silver room and stepped through the mirrored door, straight back into the lion's den. I nearly fell over on my stilettos when a strong arm grabbed hold of my arm and pulled me into a nearby booth. 

Jack grinned evilly at me and made me sit down. I looked at him puzzled; what on earth was he playing at? 

"I have a surprise for you; take a ring side seat Miss Jones..." I sat down obediently, the suggestive tone of his voice exciting me beyond belief.

He sat next to me, arm casually draped across the back of the velour seat and I waited expectantly. We were shielded from the rest of the club by a decorated screen. My sudden deduction that this was an area for a more private dance was indeed proved correct when the dark haired girl I'd been admiring previously, appeared from behind a curtain with an enigmatic smile on her face. She stood in front of us and my heart literally stopped for a moment. Up close and personal, she was even more beautiful than at a distance. Her skin was a pale mocha colour and her slim figure was perfect in every way. A silky slip covered her assets and she wore silver fuck-me sandals complete with black hold-ups. I could feel the tension in Jack's body as he sat close to me, both of us waiting for her to begin her routine.

A slow bump and grind track kicked in from the speakers nearby and my anticipation ran at fever pitch as she began to sway in time to the music. Her hips gyrated, breasts swaying gently. As we both watched, she began to slide her hands slowly down her body, mimicking the caress of a lover. I could see her hard raspberry nipples through the thin fabric of her slip and could easily imagine how they would taste in my mouth. In response, my own breasts ached and my nipples burned for someone to touch them.

Almost as if he read my mind, Jack shifted his position so that I was leaning against his chest and his arm snaked around my waist, hand slowly sliding up my ribcage. The girl watched us through half closed eyes and teasingly pushed one thin strap off her shoulder, the slip falling to expose one creamy breast. I almost moaned out loud, the erotic spectacle unbearable and my own arousal at fever pitch. Jack chose that moment to move his hand under my top and pull my breast from the confines of my bra. I gasped as he pinched the nipple between his thumb and finger hard, rolling it slowly, teasingly. 

In turn, the girl slipped the other strap from her own shoulder, her slip now around her waist as her breasts swayed in front of my flushed face, tempting me to lick and suck them as I so wanted to do. She cupped them with her hands and parted her lips, a slow flush spreading over her skin.

Jack meanwhile had pushed my top up and I felt his hands squeezing my flesh hard, pinching my nipples and I pushed myself against him, longing for more contact, all inhibitions vanished in a haze of lust. My pussy was on fire and I writhed in tortured arousal, moisture soaking my knickers. I reached back and ran a tentative hand along Jacks thigh. 

"Yes baby..." he groaned in my ear as I reached the bulge in his trousers. His cock was rock hard and impressively thick. I shifted quickly so that I was sat between his thighs and my hand rubbed his erection through the fabric. His breathing quickened and we both watched spell-bound as the dancer dropped her slip to the floor, revealing a sparkly silver thong, barely covering a smooth pussy. I could just about make out pink, moist lips peeking through the thin fabric and this made me even more frantic for direct stimulation. She turned round and wiggled her pert bottom in time to the music, her fingers dipping between her smooth thighs. I imagined her hot, wet pussy grinding into my tongue, her juices spilling down my face and I moaned in frustration. Jack must have felt the same way because he removed one of his hands from my breasts and slid it inside my knickers. I gasped in shock, the realisation that we were in a public place battling with my need for satisfaction. Lust won and I parted my thighs allowing him full access to my dripping cunt. He rubbed my clit and pushed two fingers inside me. 

"Oh fuck!" I groaned quietly as the girl pulled her thong down her thighs, allowing me to see her own wet and swollen pussy. Her eyes were black as she got as close to us as she could without actually touching us –strictly prohibited. 

We were locked in a sexually charged threesome and it had to be the most erotic experience of my life so far. Jacks cock was pressed painfully against my bottom and I could feel the heat emanating from him. His fingers were buried inside me, a poor substitute for his cock, but as he used his thumb to caress my clit, I knew I wasn't going to last long before I came. 

"Lift up slightly." Jack hissed in my ear and I obliged, moaning in disappointment as his hand left my pussy. I was abruptly pulled back down and a hand covered my mouth quickly to prevent me crying out as his hard cock pushed up inside me from behind. 

Jack began to fuck me hard, one hand squeezing my breast and the other teasing my clit.The girl was wanking herself off openly now, her hand furiously flashing across her wet pussy. I felt sure this wasn't exactly allowed but as my orgasm overtook me in a blaze of sensation, I was beyond caring. The exquisite waves of pleasure gripped me hard. The girl in front of me gasped quietly and shuddered in her own delicious orgasm, her body tensing up in pleasure, our eyes locked together in mutual satisfaction. 

Jack gave one almighty thrust as I clenched my muscles around his cock and I felt the hot stream of spunk firing up inside me as he groaned into my neck. We sat locked together, sweat and bodily fluids trickling down my thighs. The dancer smiled at us and blew a kiss before she melted away behind the curtain again.

I moved and pulled my skirt back down to hide my modesty as Jack pulled me close for a long kiss. 

"I hope you enjoyed that - I sure as hell did!" he whispered to me.

I laughed huskily, "You know I did..."

"Had enough of this place now?" He asked.

"Yes but I haven't had enough of you just yet." I grinned. "How about we continue our discussion of 'Women as sex objects', back at my place?"

"Ummm.... You can be my sex object anytime Miss Jones..." He squeezed my nipple for emphasis.

The night was still young and consequences be damned I thought recklessly, as we disappeared out the back door and into the night. I figured that Jack and I could definitely work well together from now on.



Private Dancer



After working all day, I was driving to my friend Joni's house. I was planning to surprise my boyfriend, Tom who lives near her and I needed to use her house to prepare for it. I have always wanted to surprise a lover by wearing a raincoat and little else underneath it. 

As I was getting dressed this morning, I thought this evening would be a good time to surprise Tom. We had made plans to go out for dinner, so he was expecting me around 6:30 p.m. As I got dressed for work, I paid special attention to my lingerie. I wore black panties, black bra, black hose and a black full slip. I wore a black dress and rust blazer with sensible black pumps. 

As I was driving to Joni's house, I thought about how I would surprise Tom. I had the idea, but wasn't quite sure how to execute it. I guess I could just open the raincoat and yell "surprise" and let him take it from there. But, I decided, I wanted to take a more active role. 

I was listening to some music playing on the radio and dancing in my seat as I drove to Joni's house. I did a shoulder shake every now and then, throwing in a little hip action while I bounced up and down on the seat to the music. As I was dancing in my seat, I remembered how many times Tom told me he likes the way I dance. We had frequently gone dancing early in our relationship, but hadn't done so lately. I also remembered the night I showed him the dance I did for my workout routine. He liked that performance and has asked me to dance like that since then.

"Hmmm....", I thought. "I could do a dance for him after I take off the raincoat." 

I was frantically shuffling through my CD's as I was driving. I came across a CD I had made that contained a bunch of my favorite songs from the 80's. When I saw 'Beat It' by Michael Jackson, I knew this was the song I would dance to for Tom. It has always been a favorite of mine. Right then and there, I was imagining how I would dance to it and was choreographing the dance routine in my mind. Every now and then, my hands would leave the steering wheel to make a particular dance move in concert with my animated body.

At Joni's house, I freshened up and took off my dress and blazer. I slipped on the stilettos that I had brought with me. I put on my long army green raincoat over my bra, panties and slip and headed out to my car with Joni calling after me, "Good luck and have fun."

I arrived at Tom's house and knocked on the door. I heard him holler, "Come in". 

I entered to find him talking on the phone. I stood in my buttoned-up raincoat and waited for a minute until he was finished with his call. I could tell by the look on his face that he knew I was up to something. I don't wear my stilettos to work and he was focusing on them. 

As he hung up the phone, I handed him the CD and said, "Track 9."

He looked at me inquisitively, but did as he was told.

As the beginning strains of "Beat It" echoed through the living room, I led him to the sofa and said, "Have a seat, Tom."

I slowly unbuttoned my raincoat and gave him a sexy look. I opened first one side of the trench coat and quickly closed it, teasingly giving him a glimpse of what was beneath. I then opened the other side and closed it in the same manner. I opened both sides of the raincoat at the same time and gave my body a little shake. In one fluid motion, I shrugged the coat off my shoulders and ran my hands down the side of my body. I then started dancing in earnest. 

I thought to myself, "Enough of these slow tantalizing moves, it's time to start the bump and grind."

I started moving my body to the beat. My hips were swaying to the beat and every now and then I did a shoulder shake that caused my tits to jiggle. A maximum amount of cleavage was showing and my tits were bouncing out over the top of my black bra. The sheer lace of my full slip did little to disguise their roundness. At this point, I was letting myself go and Tom was staring at me as if in a stupor.

I joking told him, "You can do that if you want to."

He replied, "What do you mean?" 

I said with a grin on my face, "Listen to the song. You can 'beat it', if you want to."

He laughed, but didn't respond verbally and left his hands where they were, on the sofa by his side.

I then turned and had my back to Tom. He is particularly enamored with my ass. From this view he could see it up close and personal. I continued to shake it and every now and then gave it an exaggerated thrust at him. I moved my ass in circles and then turned to face him. I continued to move my pelvis in circles, simulating a certain way my mid-section moves when we are fucking.

Now, I don't have the best body or the most confidence when it comes to showing my body. But knowing that my guy likes my body as it is and in fact, relishes my curves and smooth fair skin; made me all the more confident in doing what I was doing. I continued to flaunt my body for him and my movements became more pronounced as I lost myself in the dance. The music blared, the guitar solo started and I kicked off my stilettos and became even more wild and danced with abandon.

My body was gyrating flesh in fluid motion. Glimpses of thigh, tit and ass all captivated Tom as he just sat there and stared. I was building to a frenzy and my body continued to move to the beat of the music. 

As the song ended and my body performed its final thrust, I collapsed on the sofa next to Tom and gave him a big hug. I was glistening with a bit of sweat, but he didn't seem to mind. I could tell he liked the feel of the silky slip beneath his fingers. He caressed my body over the slip and as I laid my head on his chest, I looked up at him and said, "Are you going to fuck me now?"

He nodded and we kissed as he led me up the stairs to his bed. We both stripped frantically and reached for each other in hunger. I could tell from his erection that he had liked the dance. He ran his hand down my body, feeling the soft skin that had visually teased and tormented him minutes before. 

He gave my tits special attention as he sucked the nipples and made them hard. He knows this is a sure fire way to get my pussy juices flowing. I swear there is a direct connection from my nipples to my pussy. 

It didn't take him long to kneel on the bed to the side of me and bring his cock to my mouth. He knows how much I enjoy sucking his hard cock. I feel so feminine and very much like a wanton little hussy when I suck his stiff meat. I also know that he loves the way I suck his cock and how it sends him into orbit.

As I took him into my mouth, he said, "You are such a good cocksucker. I love how your mouth feels on my cock. You make me feel like a king."

I murmured against his cock, "Baby, you know I love doing this" as I sucked it. 

As I feasted on his cock he asked, "Who's my little slut puppy tonight?"

I gurgled, "Me" as I continued to take his cock deeper into my mouth.

He said, "You know what I like to do while you suck my cock, don't you?"

I nodded as I continued the blowjob; sucking on his hard cock as I cupped his balls in my hand. Periodically touching the area between his balls and anus with my finger pad. 

As his fingers moved from my tits to my pussy, he said, "You know how much I like to finger-fuck you as you suck me, babe. I love to hear you moan and scream around my cock as you suck me. Plus, I know how much you like my finger in your cunt while you do it. I love to get you off."

I was lying on my side as I sucked him and opened my thighs so he could have access to my pussy. I raised one leg in the air, so he could easily reach my hot box. His finger tested it and found it warm and juicy. He thrust one finger into my wet pussy and reached for my G-spot. He continued thrusting a few times and as the first wave of pleasure washed over me, I moaned around his stiff cock. His fingers thrust faster and deeper and soon I screamed around his cock, trying to keep the oral action going as I became lost in my own pleasure. After a few more thrusts with his finger, I experienced an amazing G-spot orgasm. As I felt the vibrations pulsate through my body, I screamed and trapped his fingers between my thighs, not able to take any more of that sweet torture. 

I calmed down and put his cock back in my mouth and started sucking. His cock fucked my mouth and I was loving it. Soon, he took it out of my mouth and said, "I can't take any more of that or I will cum."

Like I said, I feel especially feminine when I am giving a blowjob and I just stretched my body and luxuriated in feeling supremely feminine, knowing I had just given great pleasure to my man.

Tom then started moving his finger in and out of my pussy again and this time as he drove me over the edge, I was able to freely scream and moan while I lost myself in the blissful orgasm. I needed a few moments to recover from the intensity of my orgasm. He softly caressed my body as I regained my strength.

By now we were both ready for some fucking. I was lying on my back and brought my knees up to my chest. As he knelt between my thighs, Tom asked, "Who wants my cock?"

I replied, "I do, give my pussy your big cock."

Tom teased my clit and pussy lips with his cock head, but wouldn't feed his dick to my hungry pussy. I was whimpering and trying to capture his cock with my pussy when he said, "Huh? Who wants this cock in her juicy cunt?"

"Please, Tom, give me your cock. I need your cock in my pussy, NOW! Fuck me!"

His cock entered my pussy with one strong fluid motion and bottomed out on the first stroke. He continued to fuck my pussy hard with his cock, pulling almost all the way out and then driving deep into the depths of my cunt. 

I was screaming, "Yes, Yes, Yes" and making incoherent sounds as he pounded my pussy with his hard, throbbing cock. It didn't take long and with one last thrust and a moan, his huge load exploded inside of me. Sapped of strength, he collapsed on top of me. 

We both lay there for a minute, recovering from our fast and furious fuck. He moved to lie on his back and I curled up next to him. 

Tom said, "That was so good, babe. You made me cum so hard." 

He continued, "I am still processing what just happened. I had no idea what I was in store for when you walked in the door earlier this evening. When I saw those shoes, I knew you were up to something and I couldn't wait to get off the phone."

I replied, "When I shared my raincoat fantasy with you a few months ago, and you expressed an intense interest in it, I knew I wanted to do it with you." 

I added with a laugh, "Especially when you would reference me wearing a raincoat for you in several different conversations we've had since then." 

"Baby, I'll never see you in that raincoat in the same way again", Tom said.

After a few minutes, we looked at each other and Tom said, "Let's go eat. You know how hungry I get after we have sex".

I giggled and as we got dressed realized how lucky I was to have found a man with whom I can act freely (and fuck freely) and just be myself. And the fact that he finds me sexy and we can still surprise each other, after a year of terrific sex, is a blessing for which I am thankful.

It's been a week since I did the dance for Tom. Whenever he calls me at work, he begins the conversation by asking, "Is this my private dancer?" 

I laugh and come up with different responses depending upon my mood at the time. Its fun to be able to share that memory with him and remember exactly what happened when I was his private dancer. 

I've always wanted to do a strip-tease dance to the song 'Brass in Pocket' by the Pretenders. And maybe, just maybe, one night when he least expects it, Tom will hear a knock on the door and I'll hand him a CD and say, "Track 4." And then, the fun begins.



Private Dancer



I had chosen my outfit very carefully that evening, which didn't make much sense considering how I would be dressed later.... or not. 

He came in and sat down in the chair as he had been instructed to do. He took off his grey suit jacket, loosing his tie and opening the neck of his crisp white cotton shirt. He placed his hands on the arms of the chair remembering the rule, No touching the dancer.

I start the music "She Rides" by Soul Ballet as I enter the room dressed in a man tailor black business jacket suit that barely covered my black lace thong and pussy. The rest of the jacket barely covered the lace bra that I was wear to keep my breasts in check. I came out in 4 inch fuckme pumps and black silk tights finished out the emblem. 

All dolled up and strutting my stuff, I danced into the room and over to him. Moving my body in waves, with seductive hip gyrations, I danced around the room. Come back around to face him I slowly bend my knees as I continued to sway my hips. I leaned forward to give him a good view of my barely encased breast. 

His reaction was yummy. I could see the rise of his cock in his grey pants and I slowly licked my lips as I looked back into his lust filled eyes. MMMMMMMMMM. I dance backward maintaining eye contact with him as I did a series of body gyrations. 

I pulled my black suit jacket in such away that he could see my ass in one turn and my black lace encased breasts in the next turn. Going into the next turned again, I open the jacket and showing him my barely there underwear that were barley holding things in place. . My nipple are huge and easy to see and as I shook my breasts at him .

As I got close I stopped turned around and bend forward from the waist sticking my ass almost in his face. Then I danced away knowing that my scent was in the air. I heard him moan and I turned to see him unzipped his trousers and removed his dick. He then put his hands back to white knuckling the arms of the chair.

Now hot and very horny, I started to strip for the main course, the lap dance. First the suit jack was lost in a hip wiggling turn, leaving me in my barely there undies. I shimmied my horny self over to him turn my back and swung my ass in his face again to the music. Then I turned and slowly as I dance within inches of his knees took off the bra. I wear a 38h bra, so you can imaging (or maybe not) the size of my breasts. 

I leaned further into him almost touching him but not, and massaging my tits and huge nipples for his pleasure. I also took the opportunity to have encase his cock between them for a second when I bend down to rub my half naked body up against his, ending with my tits in his face. He tried to catch my nipples with his mouth, but was unable to. I could feel my own sweetness slowly running down my legs as I had tasted his sweet precum when I slide up his body. 

Now it was time to cause a melt down. Still dancing to the music I spun around and went down on my knees in front of him. Being very flexible I laid back on my knees and spread my legs exposing my silk covered pussy to him. I could see that his knuckles had gone white and he was digging his nails into the arm of the chair as he watches my rubbing my clit thru the thong. I was already soaking wet and very sensitive so as I rubbed my hard clit thru the material I felt an orgasm coming. 

I could also feel his eyes burning into me as I masturbated for him. I lose myself in it all as grabbed one of my large tits and pulled it up high enough to put the nipple in my mouth. So there I was music for gotten as I laid on the floor finger fucking myself as I suck my own breast into an orgasm. I came hard flooding into my ass and turning my already soak thong into a silk rag.

Covered in sweat, hair plastered to my head I got up from the floor and walked over the man in the chair. I could see that he had joined me, as there was cum all over the front of his nice white shirt and black tie. He must had closed his eyes when came, as I leaned into him he open his eyes. I could feel the heat and the scent of cum and sweat radiating off his body. I leaned back and with one hand rip the wet thong from my hips. Then spreading my leg apart I balled the material up and rubbed into my still dripping pussy. He moaned and I smiled.

I took the now wet rag and wrapped around his cumm coated cock like a ribbon. I then put in back in his nice grey suit pants and zipped them up, all the while looking into his lust filled eyes. He must had thought I was finished, for he closed his eyes as if to regain composer, I sat ass first down in lap, leaning back and rubbed my sweat and cumm juice covered body against his clothes covered body. 

When I had finished with my backside I turn and straddle him in the chair rubbed my still dripping pussy into the grey clothe covered cock and sweat covered tits on his white shirt. I made sure to rub his face with my sweat covered breast as if I was using them to clean his face. He came again this time in his nice grey suit pants. I sat in his lap as he rode the orgasms out. Once he had finished and looking like a wet rag I got up pick up my black suit jacket and left him in the room. 

Later on that evening when my husband got home I meet him at the door, kissed him and asked him how is day had gone. He looked my jean and big shirt covered body over from head to toe saying nothing. He went into the bedroom and came out 30mins later naked and damp from his shower carrying the grey suit and the white shirt with the black tie that he had been wearing earlier. 

"Please see about getting these clean for me will you," he said with a smile and a wink as left the room and went out back to sunbath. 

Checking the pockets as I prepared to take his suit to the cleaner, in one pocket I felt something and pulled it out. It was a very stiff black silk piece of material and checking the other I found a black lace bra. I smiled putting the items a side and took his clothes to the cleaners.

THE END 



Private Dancer



This is about the sixth time I've been sitting in this exact seat, in this exact club, waiting. I took me this long to figure out the schematics before I made a fatal error. I never make fatal errors, and I wasn't about to ruin my record here. I arrived here a few weeks ago, on my birthday; at least it's to believe I was "born" on that day. I had been indulging in one of my other vices, a deadly mixture of fine cigars and cheap booze. I was too drunk to drive home, and no matter what you explain to stupid law officers, they just don't understand. I spent about a half hour attempting not to make a fool of myself by falling out of the tacky upholstered barstool before she walked out.

Tonight was the night. I had allowed her to get comfortable with me, as much as a paying customer could get with a girl like her, but even so, there was a minute amount of trust, and I could see it in her eyes. The way she looked at me, with adoration, because I didn't treat her like a piece of meat. She spent most of her time either dancing, or tucked away in the corner of the dressing room wiping the tears from her eyes. She hated herself for it, because she had to redo her makeup before putting on the fake smile for whatever middle aged, middle management dufus wearing a tucked in polo shirt wanted her company for a short period of time. I suppose sometimes a big wallet and a small cock is much easier than the other way around. I watched her move, admired the straight black hair and the pale skin slice through the dead, smoky air of the club. She wasn't riddled with tattoos or gratuitous holes in her body, she didn't smoke, and when she drank, it was daintily through a straw. Her size alone would be a formidable challenge for me, as she was tall, and even with my boots, she would come up, at least to my eyes. If she is even a bit strong...I may run into a problem.

Normally, I would be saying to myself how sorry I feel for the dumb bitch. How amazing she is going to look pitifully crying, begging...helpless. Only, she wasn't a dumb bitch. She wasn't some gutter skank who would stare at me blankly until the only thing she could muster from her limited intellect was enough vernacular to inquire about me wanting to spend some alone time with her, and pay for it. They never realize that even with all the money they may be able to make from the other men with their jaws draped open because their bland wives don't want to be anywhere near their crotch, that they end up paying me. They want green...I want crimson.

I was sipping a dirty martini, chewing on the end of the straw that used to hold the olives, when she approached, as she had a few times before. They were pitiful, tiny olives. Why did I even bother with her, with this place, with their awful drinks? As soon as she got close enough, I remembered why, and I could fucking smell it. There was no toxicity like most of the other girls that were passed around like pieces of meat. It was pure and sweet and it always makes me thankful that I don't have a cocaine habit. I could only imagine what kind of trouble that would get me into...pure and sweet. I knew she liked seeing me, as I kept my hands to myself, was very polite, and offered her compensation for her company and time. She rarely accepted and I think she just liked sitting next to me because I was in some weird way protecting her from everyone else...and even herself.

"Hey, you! I'm Samantha! Welcome back." she said, in her stupid school girl voice. That doesn't work for me, and she knew it. Smartass. I should fucking kill you for that. In due time, perhaps.

"No, you're not." I replied, quietly.

"I know. I don't have to play games with you. What's with the coat, Neo?"

She tugged on the sleeve of my leather trench coat. I yanked it away. I looked her dead in the eyes and explained rule number one. She began rambling about her evening while twisting her ring on her finger. It was on her right ring finger, and I began to think about what I did to that other toxic piece of shit a few months back. She made front page of the papers. Another attack, another pale brunette. At least they didn't give me some stupid nickname. I wasn't listening to her. Nothing of importance was coming out and she quickly realized I was looking around, staring at the walls, trying to find an exit. She simply grabbed my arm and held it tight. She examined my hands, my fingers...and I let her. I shouldn't have, but she was so curious. She wanted to know about me. She wanted to know where I've been, what I've done, who I am. Stupid girl, don't play with matches.

I finally turned to her and explained my motives here. I took ten crisp one hundred dollar bills and laid them on the gaudy cocktail table. I separated them into two piles and explained that she would get half now and half when we are through. She was different, sure, but lay that kind of money in front of a stripper, and you could do almost anything you wanted. I planned to. She told me it would get me something in a room back in the back, obstructed and quiet. She went on about a few other things, but she had already said the words I was looking for. I wanted solitude, and I was pleasantly surprised that the music was loud enough to drown out any activities...or screams.

She got up and I took my hand, leading me to the rear of the building with some short Guido looking guy with a gold chain around his neck. She explained what I wanted and he winked at me, took the money from her, and made some mention about her taking me to paradise. I thought, oh goody, she's going to blow me. Yay! Who knows where her mouth has been. She probably gave that guy a hummer before her shift started. I hope he knows how to use a mop pretty well...

She opened the beaded curtain to the larger of the private rooms, and motioned for me to sit down. I waited for her to disrobe. "I'd rather stand."

"Suit your..."

I grabbed her around the waist and with the other hand covered her mouth. Her eyes opened, wide with fear. The smell got more potent. Adrenaline is like a cherry on a sundae, it's not necessary, but doesn't it work really well with the rest of the dessert. She felt amazing in my hands. Soft...scared. I felt something dripping down the leg of my leather pants. I figured the bitch was taking a piss. Fucking whore, soiling my attire, I'll fucking kill her, not that I hadn't planned to already. It wasn't, however. There wasn't a urine smell; it was dripping down her thigh and onto my leg, as it rested between hers. She was getting off on this. She wanted it.

I smiled. What a good girl. I knew I was going to enjoy every fucking second of this. Just then her eyes went from scared to puzzled. She had noticed my fangs, which were protruded and dripping with saliva. She couldn't move, I had her trapped, and I could feel her knees weakening around mine. I put my hand around her throat and explained that if she screamed, she's dead. If she tries to run, she's dead. Not that she could do either, but it was payback for the dribble she would ramble off to me. I reached down and put my hand on her wet slit. She was dripping, and it was everywhere. I should just fuck her and get this over with. She's going to ruin my boots and now I have to buy leather cleaner for my pants. Why couldn't she just cry and bleed like the rest of them.

When I felt her inhale, I sunk my teeth into her neck. It was sweet, warm, wet, just like below. I hadn't fed in so long...and this was like having the juiciest cut of meat to a steak lover. The last girl...the dead one...it all went to waste. I had a bit, but it was filled with shit. It's a good thing she's no longer walking the earth. Her blood was filled with shit, like her lies and deceit and her manipulations. Not her, though. Total bliss...and now I'm addicted.

I let go of her neck. I propped her up from between her legs, and held her there. The mixture of saliva and blood was making its way down her collar and over her chest. Her blood was surrounding the corners of my mouth. My eyes had changed and red was everywhere. I wanted to fuck her. I wanted to fuck her until she bled, until she collapsed, until she was broken. I wanted her to cum, to shake, to grab onto me...and pump the sweet endorphins through her. Give me what I want, you sick fuck...and I'll do the same for you.

Then again, she was getting what she wanted anyway. I had paid my money...well, most of it. She wasn't getting the other half. I needed that money for the next stupid whore who is unlucky enough to give me a little credit and a little trust. I can't fathom how much money I've spent on these wretched excuses for human beings. I never take back what I've given to them, but I never pay them in full. It's a little game for me, I suppose. I take what I want and they get a little of what they want...being deserving for either party is irrelevant.

The bloodshed that was occurring was significantly more than I expected. Her blood was exceptionally thin and pouring from the wounds. Cocaine perhaps, or pills, mixed with the endorphins...I don't know but I could taste the fear, and it was exactly what I needed. Naive, every one of them floating around, thinking that I'm another patron, or another lover, or a friend, or a well-wisher. Lives mean nothing to me, and if they only knew how much pain I've had to endure with no escape, because I can't.

I pulled my leg out from between hers. She had lost too much blood already and it wasn't stopping, and for a split second, I got frightened. I didn't mean to kill this girl; I just wanted my fix. She collapsed, immediately. Head slumped forward, arms out at her sides, trying...fighting to stay alive. I grabbed her neck, lifted her up, and kept her erect. Her body was crimson; her eyes were the darkest blue I had ever seen, and her skin was turning more transparent by the moment. She was emptying herself.

"This is what happens to fuck toys like you. Now, who will want you?"

She stuttered, "Please, don't kill me. Take what you want...take your money back. Please!"

I spit her blood back into her face. She didn't even blink or flinch, and it was projected in a fashion that covered most of her face. It looked amazing splattered against her skin. Someone had spit on me a while back, and it was the most demeaning thing anyone had ever done to me. She paid the price, however, the ultimate price.

I pulled her neck forward and slammed her back. Her head struck the mirrored glass behind her and it shattered. She fell to the floor, curled up in the fetal position...a natural way to protect oneself against predators. She was crying, at this point, and that's exactly what I wanted. The fear had gone, now it was just pain and understanding that everything she had done up to this point meant nothing, because she was a bloody fucking whore weeping on the ground in front of the most powerful entity she had ever had the pleasure of crossing paths with.

I rolled her onto her back using my boot, and placed it directly on her chest. She tried grabbing the toe...clawing at the leather that depressed her ribcage. Her blood was gurgling out of her mouth now, and spilling down the sides of her face, and over her neck, soaking the stained floor. I looked down at her through the fire in my eyes, and my vision cleared for just a moment, which was long enough to see her mouth 'I'm sorry...'

Just then, the beaded curtain behind me flew open, and the little man who had made his quip earlier came into view. His eyes were opened wide and he lunged at me. Being much quicker than the average human, he flew against the broken mirror as I slipped out from the small area where my revenge had been taken.

Moving quickly, I located the exit of the club and dashed into the night...