Back to Salome

Author’s Note: This story is a collaboration with my friend Jim (Mojavejoe420). We both contributed equally to its content and we hope you enjoy it.

We’d also like to thank Harvey for his editing expertise.

Tag: A new friend, and dancing for a couple.

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I parked my somewhat old, slightly beat-up Toyota Corolla behind the Spearmint Rhino under one of the few trees in the parking lot. I was making great money now and I really wanted a flashy new sports car, but since I was still living with Mom and Dad I didn’t want to look too suspicious. The air conditioner worked great, though, and that was all that really mattered in the hot, humid Dallas climate.

Lucius, the huge security guard, gave me an appreciative smile and a crisp high-five as I entered the back of the Rhino. I was in a good mood, happy to be earning some real money and having some fun, and I convinced myself that nothing would bring me down tonight — not bad customers, not my bitchy coworkers, not anything.

I entered the dressing room and saw a couple of girls I knew and said hi, but they seemed a bit standoffish, which of course wasn’t unusual. I set my bag down at my station and went over to check the schedule. And… I wasn’t on it. I’d been working five days a week for the last three weeks and I couldn’t figure out what the problem was. Then I saw a sticky note at the bottom of the schedule with my name on it.

Madi cum see me when you get in. Tony

I could barely make out the scribbles; it looked like something written by a kindergartner. That kinda explained the funny looks I got from the other dancers, maybe. I got my bag and walked back to his office.

Am I in trouble or something? Nothing was wrong when I left last night… what the hell is up?

I knocked on Tony’s open door and stepped inside his office.

“Yeah, hey, Madi. Come in, come in and oh, uh, shut the door, would ya? Thata girl… yeah, I wanna talk to you about something… sit down, yeah, get comfortable, be comfortable. Hey, you doin’ alright, doin’ good, are ya?”

“Yes, Tony, I’m doing fine.” I tried to keep a little of the condescension out of my voice and gave him my best fake smile. What’s going on? He seems… strange… like he’s…

When I sat down in the chair in front of his desk, I saw a mirror with white lines of powder on it amongst the chaotic mess of papers on his desk. I quickly averted my eyes. I’d never done drugs of any kind, but I knew them when I saw them. That would make sense of the weird, fast-talking thing he was doing right now.

“Yeah, great, that’s so great. So it looks like you been doing real good here, makin’ lots of money and hey… the customers like you. They tell me they love you, even.”

“It’s working out well so far and I’m learning a lot from Raven and the other girls,” I said hesitantly. Enough small talk. “Okay, so why isn’t my name on the roster for today?”

“Yeah, yeah, we’ll get to that, but there’s an issue we need to discuss.”

“Ummm… okay.”

“I hear you’re getting pretty popular in the VIP room. You know…” he leaned back in his chair, picking up his cigar from its ashtray, “… if you get a cop in there, we can get a ten-thousand-dollar fine for solicitation. We get too many of those and I’m closed down. I can’t have that.”

Time to play dumb. “What are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about blow jobs, cocks outside of pants, fucking… don’t play stupid with me.”

He knows more than I ever imagined. “If that’s what’s going on in the VIP room, I’m not the only one doing it,” I hissed. “Why am I here, why am I being singled out?”

“I’m telling you, as well as all the other bitches out there, to be careful.”

“You want men through the door and spending money, that’s what they want once they get here, Tony.” I paused for a moment. “And unlike some of the other girls, I don’t fuck in there,” I said honestly. If the money was right, I was willing to give hand jobs or even blow jobs, provided they agreed to wear a condom, in the VIP room. Occasionally, if the guy was into it, I’d let him go down on me. But, just like Raven, I wasn’t willing to have sex.

“You’re taking care of the guys and you’re bringing in consistent clientele, girly. So I’m gonna look the other way as long as you don’t get caught.”

Good, I’m not in any real trouble, just a slap on the wrist, a warning. “I’ll be careful, I promise, super careful.” I paused for a moment. “I need to go get ready, gotta earn my keep.” Just as I was about to stand up, he stopped me.

“One other thing, if I’m going to look the other way, I need a little quid pro quo. I need to see your technique.”

“My… what?” And what the hell is quid pro quo?

“C’mon, girl, you’re not stupid, get with the program, show me your technique.” Tony pushed his chair back from the table, his legs spread wide open.

I sat there, incredulous. He wants me to… to… blow him? That’s disgusting.

“That is, if you still want to work here. And don’t even think about going anywhere else. We owners have a list, you know, we keep a list of the girls who cause problems and don’t behave.”

Now he’s threatening to blacklist me? Damnit. I need the money and I need this job. He’s not the grossest guy I’ve danced for, so what’s the problem? My issue with his repulsive demand was choice. Technically, I was supposed to accept any request for a lap dance. But it was my choice on what happened during a lap dance and what took place after. If the money was right, I’d do more, but it was always up to me. This was different; I had to do this, he was forcing me. Fuck! A million times, fuck. This is what I’m reduced to? I took a deep breath and stood up. I fished around in my clutch purse and pulled out a condom, but he stopped me.

“Oh, no. I hate rubbers. You’re going to suck me bareback.”

I cut my eyes and reluctantly set my purse on the chair. “Okay, Tony.” Fucking prick.

He touched his phone and that damn filthy song about cherry pies came on over the speakers again. Then he leaned over the desk and used a rolled up hundred-dollar bill to snort two rows of that powder.

It’s white… probably cocaine. Great. I’m about to be forced into oral sex while he commits felonies.

I started to sway back and forth a little as I slid out of my little baby-blue T-shirt. I dressed casually when I wasn’t working so I didn’t feel very sexy taking these clothes off. That was a problem because I wanted to look sexy so he’d get off faster and I could get this disgusting experience over with quicker. I took off my bra next.

“There they are, there’s your money-makers! Shake ’em for Daddy! Come on, girl! Shake them tits.”

I guess I like money-makers better than tits. Fucking asshole. I held my arms out a bit and rolled my hips from side to side, my breasts swaying gently left and right, for about ten seconds. I kicked off my sandals, slid my pink Juicy sweats down my thighs, and quickly got rid of my thong. I went around the desk and started to get on my knees, but he stopped me again.

“Show me again, honey. Turn around just like you did your first day. Show Daddy that cunt.”

Cunt? Could this be any more mortifying? He’ll be lucky if I don’t bite his prick off. Rolling my eyes, I faced away from him and spread my legs, and then I leaned forward and pulled my ass cheeks apart, exposing myself so he could see everything.

“You’re a true whore, goddamn if you ain’t wet!”

I was about to deny that when his fingers slid between my pussy lips… slid easily between my lips because they were damp. Fuck! What is wrong with me?

I wiggled away from his touch, but I didn’t run away. I had no backup plan; this was it. I liked making money and I wanted to keep earning. Besides, my internal mother-voice said, you blew over twenty guys back home on the college campus, what’s one more?

I turned back around and got between his legs. I unzipped his jeans, reached inside his boxers, and extracted his cock from its tight confines. It was big, really big. Of course, I thought sarcastically, it has to be big. Why can’t he just have a regular cock? Why does it have to be so… nice?

My lips encircled his mushroom-shaped head and I could taste his pre-cum already. I started to go a little deeper when I felt his hand on the back of my head and he pushed me down hard. I gagged as I struggled to accept him in my throat.

“Yeah, bitch, just like that, show me what a whore you are.”

You fucking asshole, give me a goddamned minute! This is humiliating enough without your fucking help.

Salvaging just a bit of dignity, what little I had left, I pushed his hand away, relaxed my throat, took him all the way down to the root, and began to quickly bob my head up and down. He let out a deep low groan as my saliva dripped onto his shaft and began to pool on his balls.

“Oh, I love that, little girl, now I know why you’re so popular,” he moaned.

I hated to admit it, but I had to resist the urge to rub my clit. I’m getting into this, sucking cock always makes me wet. Fuck. I put my hands on his thighs and kept my mouth warm and wet and continued to plunge up and down on him.

“Yeah, slut, just a little more.”

His body stiffened and his breathing changed. I took him all the way down one more time and he erupted. His cock was so deep in my throat I didn’t even taste the first spurt, which went directly into my stomach. Then long, powerful ropes filled my mouth and I had to swallow a couple of times to get it all down. Once he was spent, I slid back and expelled him from my mouth.

“Not bad, not bad at all,” he sneered.

I gave him a cold look. “Are we done here?”

He smiled. “Yes we are, for now.” He reached over and grabbed something out of a small bowl on his desk and then threw it onto the ground between my legs. “A mint, it’ll help you get the taste of my nut out of your mouth.”

Asshole.

– – – – –

“Where you been, girl? You’re never late,” Raven said while applying the finishing touches to her makeup.

I sat down at my station beside her and quickly began getting ready. “I was in Tony’s office,” I said gruffly.

“Oh, that couldn’t have been good.”

“No, it wasn’t, not good at all.”

“I don’t want to get up in your business, girl, but what happened?”

I looked around to make sure we wouldn’t be overheard. “I think he was doing coke, and he made me blow him,” I said while spitting what was left of the mint into the little trash can by my station.

She looked sympathetically into my eyes. “Sorry about that, you broke your cherry, huh?”

My jaw dropped. “So that’s like… you know… a common practice around here?”

“I’m on my knees in there every couple of months, so… yeah, it is.” She paused for a moment. “It’s just part of the job, honey, something I should have told you about.”

“It was disgusting,” I said sharply.

“Yeah, it is, but you want to keep making that bank, right?”

“Yeah, I do,” I admitted.

She rubbed my shoulder. “Just part of the job, girl.”

“Okay.” Just part of the job, right. I sighed heavily.

“Get that makeup on, we’ve only got a few minutes and I don’t want a fine for being late.”

I quickly got into one of my little outfits, did my hair and makeup, and we walked out to the main stage. For the past two weeks I’d gotten promoted and was now dancing in first position. Dancing on the main stage now was boring and almost mundane. It was just something I was required to do before I could work the room and give lap dances or try to get guys into the VIP room. Of course it didn’t look like that to the men in front of me. To them it was hot, it was sexy, but after three weeks I had my little routine down cold and my body just performed.

After I went through my three-song set and cleaned up the singles from the stage I scanned over the sparse crowd; there was never much that went on at 4:00 during the weekdays. Then my lips split into a little smile when I saw Derek. I’d met him about three weeks earlier and he was now one of my regulars. He was way older than me at 48, and he owned quite a few used-car dealerships throughout the Dallas-Fort Worth area. Fortunately, unlike some of the men who frequented the club, he had all of his hair and teeth. He was reasonably good-looking and he kept himself in decent shape, for being older, that is. More importantly, he had money and he never had a problem spending it on me. I ignored a couple of the guys who had their hands up, wanting dances, and I walked over to his table.

“How you doing today, handsome?” I said while sexily sliding onto his lap.

“Today was a real bitch, but now that I’m here with you it’s looking up.”

“Yeah, not the greatest day for me, either, but seeing you it’s improving.”

“What’s wrong?” he said soothingly.

“Oh, just work stuff, let’s talk about something else.” Being in my boss’s office and giving him that disgusting blow job was the last thing I wanted to think about, much less discuss.

“Well, you know what I want to talk about, right?”

I smiled. “We can talk about it, but we need more privacy; take me to the VIP room, okay?”

“You bet.”

The song ended and I slid off his lap. He took my hand and we walked together to the back of the large space and approached Terence.

“How long today, Sir?” he asked Derek.

“An hour and a half,” he said while pulling out his credit card. Terence took it and swiped it, and Derek signed the receipt. “I’ve got you in room one, enjoy.”

“Thank you.”

We walked up the stairs and were met by Andy. Derek reached into his pocket, pulled out a hundred-dollar bill, and slipped it to him. “Thank you, Sir,” Andy said. “Right this way.” Andy graciously held out his arm, his hand indicating we should go into the first room.

We walked into the little room, he sat down on the long padded bench, and I slid onto his lap. I slightly parted my legs and he rested his hand on my inner thigh. “You know you could make this a lot less expensive for me, right?” he said teasingly.

I leaned in and gave him a little sexy kiss as my breasts pressed into his chest; I knew he loved it when I did that. He’d just shelled out a lot of money and I wanted to ensure that he knew I appreciated it. “I know.”

“Have you given it any thought?”

A week ago, Derek asked to see me outside the club. It was a request that many of the guys had made over the past three weeks and it was something that I’d always resisted rather easily. However, I was slowly warming up to the idea with Derek. He came into the club regularly now to see me and he was always very generous. At first he wanted lap dances, but that had changed into him frequently taking me into the VIP room. The more time we spent together and the more I got to know him, the more I was open to his idea of seeing him outside the club. I was concerned about my job being an issue for him but he didn’t seem to have a problem with me dancing on the stage, giving lap dances to other men, and taking men into the VIP room. He wasn’t demanding any type of an exclusive arrangement; he only wanted to see me outside the club.

I slipped my arms around him, clasping my hands behind his neck. “I’ve thought about it, and we can try it, okay?”

His lips split into a big smile. “Really?”

“Yes,” I said shyly. “Where will you take me?” I teased.

“I’d love to show you my house.” I leaned in again and we shared another hot, passionate kiss. “I know it’s only been a couple of days since I’ve seen you, but I’ve really missed you.” He nuzzled my neck, giving me little shivers.

His words took me aback. This was starting to sound serious, maybe more serious than I’d originally envisioned. However, I had to admit I’d thought about him too. I dreaded the thought of spending my days off at home with my parents. This was starting to sound like a fun adventure. I’m in, let’s see how far he’s willing to go with this.

“I have the next two days off, do you feel like spending them with me? I said seductively.

His eyes got wide. “I’ll have to work a little, but I’d love that.” He leaned in and gave me another hot kiss. “Also, I got something for you.”

My eyes lit up. “You did?”

“Yes.” He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a small black case and handed it to me. I slowly opened it up and revealed a sterling-silver tennis bracelet. I didn’t know jewelry that well, but it didn’t look like a $49 WalMart special.

“Oh, I love it, baby,” I squealed excitedly. He didn’t have to know I called everyone baby. “Help me put it on?”

“Of course.” He carefully removed the bracelet from the case. I gave him my wrist and he latched it.

“It’s so beautiful.” I held it up and little diamonds sparkled in the low light of the room.

“I love taking care of you, doing nice things for you. You’re becoming… special… to me.”

My day had started out horribly, but because of Derek it was rapidly improving. He deserves something really good for this. I slid my hand down between his legs and gently rubbed his erection through his pants. I leaned in and sucked on his earlobe. “I’d like to make you feel special,” I whispered.

He grinned. “What do you have in mind?” he said huskily.

I wanted him. In that hedonistic moment I thought of going all the way with him. I knew we were heading that way anyway, but I decided to wait. I wanted our first time to be special, in a bed and not in some dirty, seedy little room inside a strip club. He was already really worked up, but I wanted to excite him even more. I gave him one more hot, deep kiss, our tongues playing inside each other’s mouths.

“I touched myself yesterday thinking of you, baby,” I purred.

“You rubbed that hot little pussy thinking of me?” he moaned.

“I got so hot and wet, and it was all because of you, Derek.”

“Will you show me how you did it?”

“You want me to,” I nibbled his neck, “you want me to touch my pussy,” my tongue made little circles on his skin, “while you watch?”

“Yes,” he croaked excitedly.

I slid off his lap and stood in front of him. Keeping my eyes locked on his, I reached down and unhooked my bra, freeing my large breasts. “Do you like them, baby? Do you like how hard my nipples get for you?” I pinched and pulled them until they stood proudly on my breasts.

“You know I do! You have such a beautiful body, it’s perfect”

Slowly, I slid my little thong down my tanned thighs, stepped out of it, and opened my long legs. “Do you see how wet I am, how hot and wet I am for you?” I ran my index finger through the lips of my vagina, wetting the tip. His eyes were glued between my legs.

“I love that hot, wet pussy,” he groaned.

“Do you want me to put my fingers inside it?”

“Yes… God… yes.”

I opened my legs farther and slowly inserted two fingers deep into my vagina. I could already feel my secretions oozing out and dripping onto my inner thighs. I wanted to tease him, work him up even more. I eased them in and out and little sloshing noises emanated from between my legs; the little room was now taking on the scent of my pussy. His eyes met mine again, and I extracted my wet fingers and made a sexy little show of licking them clean.

“I love how I taste, baby, do you want to taste me?”

“Yes… please… let me taste you,” he groaned.

I loved the look of lust in his eyes. I dipped my fingers deep inside my vagina again and used my thumb to gently rub my clit, and little lighting bolts shot through my core. I extracted my fingers, took a step forward, and held them up to his mouth. Greedily, he licked my wetness from my fingers.

“God, you taste so good,” he groaned.

“Do you like how wet I get for you, what you do to my body?”

“You’re so fucking sexy,” he murmured.

“You wanna watch me get myself off, just like I did yesterday thinking of you?”

“Show me, baby.”

I reached down, unbuckled his belt, and undid his pants. He lifted his bottom up off the bench and I pulled his pants down so they were around his ankles. Then I slid his boxers up just a little so his thigh was exposed. “Do you want my hot pussy on you?” I teased.

“Yes… God… yes.”

I slid onto his thigh and slowly began to grind my wet vagina on it. I took his hands and put them on my ass and he roughly squeezed. “I love your hands on me, feeling me, feeling my hot flesh.”

I leaned in and gave him another hard kiss. I pushed my breasts into his chest and rubbed my hard nipples against his shirt. I moved my hips harder and faster on his thigh, pushing myself closer to going over the edge. “Do you like how I feel, baby, do you like how my hot wetness feels on your leg, baby?” His eyes were closed and he didn’t answer me, but I knew he loved what I was doing.

When his eyes opened, I pushed my hard nipple into his mouth and he gave it a few hard sucks. That additional stimulus was all I needed and I felt the waves of my orgasm wash over me. I collapsed into him and he held me tight in his arms. When my senses were back about me, we exchanged another hot, deep kiss.

“I’ve… I’ve… never been with anyone like you.”

“So you liked it?” I said playfully.

“I loved it.”

I gave him another little kiss. “It’s your turn now.”

I got on my knees between his open legs. His thigh was wet and shiny and I leaned in, extended my tongue, and ran it through the puddle to collect some of my secretions. Are you watching me, baby? I looked up into his eyes and we exchanged a little smile. “You ready for this?” I teased.

“Oh, fuck yes,” he said lustfully.

I reached up to his boxers and he lifted up his bottom, and when I pulled them down around his ankles his big cock slapped against his stomach. I had to admit it was really nice. I guessed it to be a little over seven inches with a nice big head and a thick shaft. Again, I had to resist the urge to take him inside me. Soon, but not yet, not here. When I leaned forward, his eyes got wide.

“Aren’t you going to use a condom like before?”

“I thought we could try without it, okay?”

His lips split into a big smile. “Okay.”

I put my hands on his thighs and took the head into my mouth, tasting his pre-cum. Slowly, I worked him into my mouth a little at a time. I wasn’t in a rush and I wanted him to really enjoy it. I worked him in deeper, ensuring my mouth stayed warm and wet. After a few seconds, my saliva was dripping down his shaft and a little pool had collected on his balls. I moved one hand to his chest and gently rubbed while relaxing the muscles in my throat. He slid a hand into my hair and lovingly stroked my long blonde locks. I loved hearing the little moans and pants that were coming from above me and I knew he was loving everything I was doing.

“Your mouth feels so good,” he groaned.

I relaxed my throat one more time and took him all the way down to the root. I wanted to tease him a little again so I moved my hands between my legs and slipped two fingers deep inside my pussy, getting them wet. I held them up to his lips and he sucked them clean. Even though I was going slowly and trying to make it last for him, his breathing changed and I knew he was getting close. I thought of stopping for a few moments to prolong the experience, but I didn’t. This was for his pleasure, so I let his cock slide up and wrapped my lips tightly around his head. His hips began gently thrusting.

“I’m there… I’m there…” he warned, his hips bucking.

I kept my lips secured tightly around the head and let him use my mouth as he wanted. Strong shots of semen hit the top of my throat and I held still while he kept gently thrusting until the hot bursts subsided. I held his cum in my mouth without swallowing, savoring the gooey mess. His cock began to soften and I let it slip out of my mouth. I waited for several seconds, giving him time to recover, and our eyes met. I gave him a little smile and swallowed, ensuring that he’d see me do it, and then I made a little show of showing him my empty mouth.

“That… that…. was just amazing,” he gushed.

“I’m glad you liked it,” I said shyly.

Our eyes remained fixed on each other and a serious expression broke over his face. “Can I ask you something, something personal?”

This sounded a little ominous, but I wasn’t going to say no. “Yes, you can.”

“I know you have to have a stage name to work here, but will you tell me your real name?”

Oh. Wow. I wasn’t expecting that. However, if we were going to do this, spend two days together, I supposed it was only right that he knew my real name. “My name is Jenna.”

“Jenna,” he repeated. “That’s much better than Madi.”

“I’m glad you like it, Derek,” I whispered.

– – – – –

“Where do you think you’re going, Jenna?”

My Mom had that tone in her voice that seemed to indicate I’d done something wrong. “I’m going over to my friend Candace’s house, remember? She’s going to show me one of the Dallas malls and we’re going to have a sleepover–”

“I remember that. But do you remember that today is the anniversary of Grandpa’s passing? You’re going to church with us, we’re going to have lunch, and then we’re going to his gravesite.”

“Yes but…” Shoot! I was going to go meet Derek! How can I get out of this? “Mom, I can’t, I made plans,” I whined.

“Shopping and hanging out with your friend is more important than being with your family on this special day?” she said sternly. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

She’s right. There’s no way to get out of this. She continued, “We’re going to mass, we’re going to lunch, and we’re seeing your grandfather; you can see Candace or whoever after that.”

Defeated, I texted Derek about the delay. He understood, telling me family must come first and we’ll still have plenty of time to get to know each other.

– – – – –

“Grammy, I thought you didn’t like coming to church.” We sat in the pews before the service started. “You told me God scares you or something.”

She clasped my hand in hers. “He does scare me, child, but I came for you. Your mother told me about your job at…” she looked around furtively and continued in a whisper, “… that restaurant.” She gave me a very concerned look. “You know, you barely talk to me anymore, it’s like you’re consumed with your job and your new life. You know that I will love you whatever you do, but I want you to live a proper life and not get mixed up in all these worldly things. Your soul is important; you need to make sure you’re still serving God. Honey, I don’t think that job is right for you. A restaurant named for breasts? How is that serving God?”

Oh, wow, thank you for the guilt today! Just what I needed.

“Grammy, it’s just a restaurant, it’s just a job. Maybe I’m bringing God with me when I work.”

“I hope so, child. For your sake, I hope so.”

– – – – –

I wasn’t able to get away from my family until almost 3:00. It had felt good to be with them and make them happy, but I couldn’t help but think that I’d wasted more than half the day. Derek had texted me his address and it was about a half-hour drive to University Park, one of the most exclusive suburbs of Dallas. It was also an interesting coincidence that he lived only a couple of miles from the SMU campus.

When I pulled up in front of his home, my jaw dropped. It was a massive brick structure in Earth tones of off-brown. There were two large trees in the yard with well-manicured grass and small green shrubs following the semi-circular driveway. I almost felt bad, messing up his aesthetic with my dumpy car as I parked it near the front door.

Because I’d told my mom I was visiting a girlfriend, I couldn’t dress too sexy. So I did my hair and make-up in a more casual, demure style, and wore my new Boho twist peekaboo mint-green sundress. The short hem fell on my upper thighs, and the deep cut put just enough of my breasts on display to be sexy and playful without coming across as too slutty. The little frock tied in the back and left a large area exposed, so I couldn’t wear a bra; however, my breasts were firm and perky so I didn’t really need one. To complete the outfit, I chose a little white-lace thong and my new four-inch Gennifer wedge sandals. I loved that the toe was open to show off the pedicure that I’d gotten a couple of days before.

I was just smoothing down my dress in the driveway when he opened the front door and came out to meet me.

“You look stunning,” he gushed.

I smiled and did a little twirl, showing him just a hint of my bottom and all of my tanned thighs. “Do you really like it?” I said shyly.

“You look good enough to eat,” he said slyly.

That’s the plan, big man.

He picked me up in a huge hug and spun me around, then slowly lowered me so we could kiss. It felt so nice to kiss him like this, with no worries of being interrupted by Tony or the cops or anyone. I started to glisten from the high temperature and humidity, and that wasn’t helped by the heat he was building in me.

“Can we go inside so I don’t melt?”

“Of course, yes, let’s get inside where it’s cool.” He got my bag out of the car, led me up the steps, and opened the door to his home. I was instantly struck by the spaciousness of the place. It was just huge by any standards, even Texas ones.

“Do you have a butler? I was imagining being met by someone named Hobson who had an English accent.”

He laughed. “I do have some help during the day, but I’m sorry, I don’t have any old British guys around.”

“It’s gorgeous, it’s like a palace or something!” I’d never seen a home so nice. Large, ornate wooden beams crossed overhead, very expensive furniture lined the walls, and the marble floors just gleamed like they had been freshly polished.

He set my bag down. “C’mon, I’ll give you the grand tour.” Derek led me through the fancy dining room, a couple other fancy rooms that I didn’t know what their purpose was, and then the huge kitchen.

“You could cook for a restaurant in here, I think.”

He chuckled. “Well, I have had some parties with a hundred or so guests, all fed from here, so yeah, I probably could! Hey, how about a cold drink? I make a mean lemon-drop martini, the perfect drink for a hot Texas day.”

I really didn’t drink much, especially compared to some of the girls at the club who kept bottles in their lockers and hit them as often as they could throughout the night. I didn’t want to be like them, but every once in a while a fruity cocktail was nice.

“Sure! Sounds wonderful.” Maybe it will calm my nerves a little. I know why I’m here, but it’s been a couple of months since I’ve had sex.

Derek got some glasses out of the freezer and began making the drinks over in the bar area of the kitchen. He began telling me about some of his struggles with the house, how it’s so costly to maintain and it’s so big and he may not want to keep it anymore.

“Well don’t sell it today, okay?” I joked as he handed me my drink. “I think it’s wonderful.”

We clinked our glasses and I took my first sip… and ohmyGod is this drink good! “Derek, this is the most amazing thing I’ve ever tasted! But how much sugar is in it?”

“That’s the secret of the drink. Basically, it’s too much. That rim on the glass, that’s sugar too.”

I made a little show of extending my tongue to lick the sugar coating and making mmm sounds. It was heavenly, but I also began calculating how many miles I’d need to run to balance out this calorie bomb.

“You want to see the rest of the place?” he asked as he held out his hand. My old boyfriend Dave and I never held hands that much, it was something that he just never seemed to be into. But Derek didn’t want to let go of me, and I found that to be a very welcome change.

We went through the rest of the first floor, which included that formal dining room and a large game room with a billiard table. Then he took me to the backyard that featured an amazing in-ground pool and hot tub. Fortunately, I’d packed one of my little bikinis.

It was so much to take in: his huge house, all the extravagant furniture, the beautiful pool, it was all so… overwhelming. I felt like a princess in the middle of a beautiful fairy tale and I didn’t want to wait a moment longer. That cocktail must have worked a little magic on me, too; I wasn’t nervous about anything anymore.

I gently squeezed his hand in mine. “Will you show me your bedroom?” I said seductively.

“It’s upstairs, do you want me to carry you up, wedding-night style?” he teased.

“No, I don’t want to hurt you,” I said shyly. Taking me somewhat by surprise, he scooped me up into his arms, and I wrapped mine around his neck and squealed as he began walking up the large, winding staircase. “If you drop me I’m going to be pissed, you know that, right?” I said playfully.

“I won’t drop you, you don’t feel like you weigh any more than a couple hundred pounds.”

I giggled. “Couple hundred? You’d better take that back.”

Fortunately, he was able to make it up the stairs without injuring either of us, but he was puffing just a bit when he gently set me down on his king-size bed. Once he’d gotten his breath back, the vibe instantly changed.

He slowly removed his shirt and I slid out of my little sundress. Because I wasn’t wearing a bra, his eyes immediately moved to my breasts. He unbuckled his belt and slid his pants down. I wanted to tease him a little and I licked my fingers, getting a little saliva on them, and I pinched and pulled my nipples until they stood proudly on my breasts.

“You have such a beautiful body,” he said huskily.

He reached down and slid his boxer briefs south and his erect cock popped out of its tight confines. I lifted my bottom off the mattress and worked my thong down my long, tan thighs and then playfully threw it at him.

“Touch yourself for me,” he said lustfully.

Keeping my eyes on his, I opened my legs and ran my finger slowly up and down my wet slit. He took his cock in his hand and slowly began stroking it while I dipped my finger deep into my pussy. I knew he loved it when I tasted myself, so I made a little show of bringing my finger up to my lips and sucking it clean.

“I want you in my mouth,” I whispered.

“Come here, then.”

I got up onto my knees and sexily crawled towards him and then got down on my stomach with my head just off the bed. He stepped forward and I took him into my mouth. He reached down and lovingly ran his hands through my hair, and I relaxed my throat and took him almost all the way down. I ensured my mouth was warm and wet, and after a few seconds my saliva was dripping down his shaft.

“God, it feels so good,” he moaned.

It felt amazing not being in the club, not worrying about Tony or a security guard coming into the VIP room. I loved just being able to concentrate on him and giving him pleasure as the rest of my thoughts and worries just drifted out of my consciousness. I relaxed my throat again and took him all the way down to the root. Gently, his hips started to move forward, and I held still as he moved himself inside my mouth. I eased my hands onto his thighs and rubbed them.

In a very short time his breathing changed and I knew he was getting close. I slid back a few inches and wrapped my lips tight around the head, remaining motionless. His short little thrusts became more urgent and then hot jets of semen hit the back of my mouth. As the bursts started to subside, two more hot torrents landed on my tongue. He stepped back, which removed him from my mouth, and I gave him a few seconds for his breathing to return to normal. I waited until our eyes met and then swallowed.

“You’re just so fuckin’ sexy,” he gushed. “You don’t mind that, me fucking your mouth?”

I smiled. “I love doing that for you,” I said shyly. And I do, I love taking a man’s cum down my throat. It makes me feel powerful, and yet submissive at the same time.

He pulled me up into his arms and we shared a long, hot, passionate kiss. I loved that he was willing to kiss me after I’d just had him in my mouth, it was something that Dave had always refused to do.

“Lie back on that bed, it’s your turn now.”

I giggled in anticipation. “Okay.” I turned around, grabbed a couple of pillows, propped them up, and slid my back against the headboard. I opened my legs and he moved between them. I shivered as he ran the tips of his fingers over the wet lips of my vagina.

“No hair at all, it’s still something I’m getting used to.”

I playfully closed my thighs around his head. “Freshly waxed just for you, now get to work, boy, I’ve been waiting all day for this,” I said saucily.

He extended his tongue and ran the tip over the inside of my thighs, collecting some of the secretions that had oozed out of me. I lovingly ran my hands through his hair. “Yeah, that feels so good, baby,” I cooed. “I want more, give me more.”

I thought he might tease me just a little more, but he took me by surprise when he sank his tongue deep inside me. “Yeah, that feels so good,” I moaned.

My eyes rolled into the back of my head as he licked the walls of my vagina. I lifted my bottom off the mattress and moved my hips forward, sinking his tongue deeper inside me. Little bolts of electricity were shooting through my core and every nerve ending felt like it was on fire. I was grinding my hips on his mouth harder as he pushed me closer to going over the edge. Taking a bit more control, he wrapped his arms around my thighs to hold me still while he withdrew his tongue and began sucking on my clit.

“God, just like that… just like that… oh, fuck,” I groaned. He started making little circles with the tip of his tongue on my hard little bud and I exploded as the waves of my orgasm washed over me. When my senses were back about me, he was softly kissing and licking the inside of my thighs. “I think you liked that,” he joked.

“I think I loved that, Derek, and it’s something that I’m going to want a lot more of,” I said sensually.

He gently bit the inside of my thighs and a little tingle coursed through me again. “Another? You’re just an insatiable little minx, aren’t you?”

I did want his mouth on me again, but in that erotic moment I needed more. “I want to feel you inside me,” I whispered.

He ginned. “I’ve wanted that from the moment I saw you,” he said lustfully. He got up onto his knees and I looked between his legs. I knew he was older and I wasn’t sure if he’d be able to get it up so quickly again, but he had a nice, thick erection with a large dollup of pre-cum on the head. “I have condoms if you want me to use one.”

“I’m on the pill and I don’t want you to wrap up, unless you… you know… want to.”

“I want to feel all of you, Jenna.”

He moved forward, taking his cock in his hand, and he ran the head up and down my lips, splitting them. When he found my opening he slowly pushed himself inside, and I let out a low, deep moan. I looked up, into his eyes, and gently rubbed his chest as he slid forward, opening and filling me. He was a little longer than Dave and much thicker, and he felt so incredibly good. He pushed forward one last time and our bodies rested together.

“God, you’re so tight, you feel so good on me.”

“Go slow, I want to feel every inch of you,” I purred.

He moved his hips back and then languidly pushed forward. “Yeah, Daddy, just like that… just like that… your big cock feels so good,” I moaned.

He picked up the pace and I continued to rub his chest, spurring him on. “Put your hands on me, put them on my breasts,” I whispered. He complied and gently kneaded my large breasts as he rocked in and out of me. “Just a little faster now,” I whispered. My hard nipples rolled through his fingers and he gently pinched them, which gave me additional stimulation, and my body began its familiar climb. He pumped into me harder and faster and I exploded as a powerful orgasm consumed me.

When I began to come back around he was hammering into me at a fevered pace and his sweat was dripping onto my body. Taking me by surprise, another orgasm was beginning to build, and I wanted to bring him with me. I squeezed the muscles in my vagina, milking him, and his breathing changed.

“Oh, God, I’m there, I’m there,” he moaned.

I wrapped my thighs around his torso, and just as I felt his thick heavy spurts squirt into me I released as another powerful orgasm consumed me. When I began to come down from the peak he’d collapsed on top of me, and I held him tight in my arms. I felt him lose rigidity inside me, and he slipped out and rolled by my side.

I rolled with him, not wanting this feeling to end. Derek was so different from my only other lover. He just had this presence, this confidence, this assurance that he knew what to do and wasn’t worried about what anyone else thought. He made me feel safe and he had a soothing, calming presence that I already loved.

We kissed for several minutes, and he stroked my hair while my hand just rested on his cheek. Our lips moved slowly and our tongues explored and played gently with each other. I loved that he wasn’t in a hurry to go to the bathroom, or get a drink, or turn on the TV. He just wanted to spend time with me.

“Thank you, Daddy,” I whispered when our lips parted.

“Thank me? You’re so cute, Jenna. You don’t know what you’ve done for an older guy like me.”

“You’re not that old,” I reassured him.

“I bet I’m older than your dad.”

“You are, but he’s not old either.” I touched his face again. He had some small lines near his eyes, and his skin wasn’t baby-smooth like my ex, but I didn’t care. I had a man who liked me and wanted me and who seemed like he would do anything for me.

“Jenna.”

“Mmm hmm?” I leaned forward and kissed his chin.

“Remember yesterday, in the VIP room, do you remember what I said?”

Shit! Ummm… we talked a lot. What did he say that I was supposed to remember?

“You said a lot of things to me, baby,” I kissed his cheek.

“I said you were becoming special to me.”

Yes, of course! That! “I do remember, Derek. And you’re becoming special to me, too. I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t think that.”

We kissed again, passionately, meaningfully. I really like this guy.

“It’s the perfect time of day to get in the water. The sun’s a little lower in the sky and it’s not so God-awful hot. You want to check out the pool?”

I squealed enthusiastically. “Yes! I’d love that,” I gushed. “It’s the most beautiful pool I’ve ever seen.”

We slipped out of the bed and he gathered up his clothes. When I stood up, I felt his semen begin to ooze out of me. “I’m going to grab a quick shower, okay? Do you think you could bring up my overnight bag?”

We exchanged another hot little kiss. “Of course I can.”

I went into his large master bathroom, turned on the shower, and scrubbed myself clean. After I dried off, I walked back out into the bedroom and saw that he’d placed my bag on the bed. I dug into it and pulled out my little bikini and put it on. I looked in the mirror at the swimsuit I had ordered online from Bodycon. What was I thinking? The suit seemed to make me feel more naked than if I wasn’t wearing anything. The tiny neon-green pieces of fabric barely covered my sex and nipples, in fact they just seemed to scream look right here! My nipples showed through the fabric even while in their dormant state, and every fold of my pussy was highlighted in bright green. He’s already seen me naked, a lot. What am I worried about? I sauntered slowly downstairs, trying not to jiggle too much and fall out of my suit.

Derek had laid out some big bottles of water along with some strawberries and grapes on the table by a couple of chaise lounges. He looked up as I came out into the afternoon sun.

“Good God!” His eyes lit up and he looked me up and down appreciatively.

I blushed, I couldn’t help it. This suit made me feel so exposed, even more so than when I was naked on stage. I sat down next to him and he handed me a water bottle.

“Thank you,” I said shyly. “I… it makes me feel strange, this suit. I don’t know, it’s weird.” My nipples began to swell as he continued to stare at me.

“Jenna, you have nothing to be ashamed of! You have the most perfect body I’ve ever seen, I swear to God.”

“You look pretty good yourself.” He was wearing long surfer-type board shorts. He didn’t have the hard, chiseled body of an 18-year-old high-school guy, but I really didn’t mind. Then I looked down. “So… ummm… what are we standing on? I’ve only ever seen concrete pools.”

“It’s a man-made pebble-textured surface. It actually is a bit soft, it’s easier to walk on and is cooler on the feet.”

Only the best for you, Derek.

The afternoon sun beat down on us and I took a long drink of water. But I saved a little in my mouth and playfully spit a little stream of it onto his chest and stomach.

“Why you little–” and he went to grab me, but I escaped his reach and ran to the pool, jumping into the shallow end. He jumped in right next to me, pulling me back under the water. We came up in each other’s arms, his warm body on mine in the cool, crisp water. His wet lips met mine in this romantic moment. Again, I got that feeling of being caught in a fairy tale; a country girl goes to the big city and gets swept away by the prince to his castle.

We played in the water together, splashing, dunking, and chasing but never straying out of touch of each other for more than a few seconds. He wanted to help me back-float so I rested my back on his outstretched hand. With just a tiny bit of pressure he held me up as my arms and legs spread out wide. I closed my eyes as the water covered my ears, and suddenly the only sense I had was one of touch. I felt the cool water on my bottom, the hot sun on my front, and I couldn’t hear or see anything.

Water dripped on me as he traced a finger down the middle of my body from my neck to my sex. He circled my clit with it a few times and then brought it back up, circling my breasts slowly in large figure-eights. His finger continued to trace smaller and smaller circles around my belly. He had such an easy, gentle touch and I loved the way his fingers felt on my flesh, but I wanted more.

I kicked my feet hard and swam away from him to the stairs and then turned to sit on the first step. He swam over to me and we exchanged a long, deep kiss. His hands moved down my body and his fingertips curled underneath the sides of my bikini bottom and he slowly began to pull them down. I quickly put my hands on his and stopped him.

“Derek, I’ve never…”

“Look around, all you can see is a couple of rooftops, nobody is watching.”

His gentle words won me over. “Okay,” I whispered. I lifted my bottom up and he slid my bikini bottom off and threw it near the lounge chairs. His eyes longingly moved to my breasts and I knew what he wanted to come off next. You’ve gotten this far, might as well go the rest of the way.

I reached behind my back, unlatched the little hook, and once my breasts fell free I threw the little top over by the lounge chairs. “So, you got me naked, what are you going to do with me now?” I cooed. His eyes were still roaming up and down my body.

“I’ve never seen you like this, not in the daylight.” He thought for a moment. “It’s always so dark in the Rhino, it makes me realize just how stunning you are.”

I always knew that I had this effect on men. The way they looked at me, those long, lustful stares when I served them food at Hooters or when I was up on the stage grinding around that pole as I danced and took off my clothes, I knew they wanted my body. Those looks always used to bother me, but now, on some level, it was something I craved. “Put your mouth on me,” I said huskily.

He moved forward and licked my inner thighs and my body quivered in anticipation. The tip of his tongue moved over each of my thighs, leaving a little saliva trail. Then he moved upwards, licking over my stomach, and I let out a low, deep moan. When he moved further north I sensually pushed my breasts together, enclosing his head, and he laughed.

“You like teasing me, don’t you?” he said.

“I love teasing you,” I said in a voice barely above a whisper.

He took one of my hard nipples into his mouth and gave it a gentle suck before moving to the other until his saliva was dripping off both of them. “My pussy, Daddy, lick my pussy,” I moaned. I ran my hand through his hair and he eased his head down and sank his tongue deep inside me, volts of electricity shot through my body. The calm water of the pool now churned violently as I pushed my hips towards him, sending his tongue deeper into me. “Just like that, your mouth feels so good, baby.” He wrapped his arms around my thighs, effectively immobilizing me, and then flicked his tongue over my clit. Immediately, my body began to climb.

“Just like that, baby,” just a little more,” I hissed. His lips encircled my clit and he began to lick and alternately suck, and my world went dark as the waves of my orgasm washed over me. When my senses were back about me, he was licking the secretions off the insides of my thighs. I looked down and our eyes met.

“I love how you taste, Jenna,” he said huskily.

He loves this. It felt so good being with a man who actually enjoyed pleasuring me in this way. He wasn’t like my ex; this sensual act was nothing that I had to spend hours convincing him to do. He was doing it because he wanted to. “I’m glad you like it,” I said shyly. “Come here and kiss me.”

With a sly grin he edged up to me and kissed me with his wet lips. I’ve always loved how I tasted, but it was so much more sensual to taste myself from him. He then slipped back under the water and I watched him rubbing his hands over his face, presumably to clean my juices off of it. My body was glistening under the hot sun and I slipped back into the pool to cool off. After a few minutes he took my hand and we got out of the pool, the chlorinated water dripping off our bodies. Once we got to the lounge chairs we both grabbed the towels to dry off, and I reached down to pick up my bikini and began to put it back.

“Will you leave it off for me?” he asked.

“So you’re the only one who gets to wear clothes around here?” I teased.

“You’re just so sexy and I love looking at your body.”

Again, I loved his eyes on me. I loved the way he looked at me, how his eyes traveled over my long, lean frame, and the longing and desire that I saw in them. Maybe it should have upset me that he didn’t want me to put my suit back on, but it didn’t.

He’d been so good about pleasing me, I wanted to reciprocate. “So… ummm… do you want me to… like… take care of you?”

He chuckled. “I’m… ummm… incapacitated for a little while longer. But I will get back up for you later, I promise. Just lie back, okay? It’s your day off, relax and enjoy it.”

The humidity wasn’t terrible today and my skin finished drying in the sun as I closed my eyes and enjoyed the warm rays. I think I dozed off for about a half an hour. When I awoke the shadows were longer and the temperature had dropped into the eighties, not cool, of course, but much more comfortable. Derek handed me a water bottle and I took a big sip.

“Oh, I forgot I was naked!”

“I haven’t,” he smirked.

“Really, were you just watching me sleep?”

“Well, yes, actually. You’re not like anyone I’ve ever met before, not by a mile.”

He came over and knelt next to me on the chair to give me a kiss, warm and wet. “You know, you’re beautiful, but it’s more than that. You just have something, I don’t know what it is, but you’ve got it in spades.”

I’ve got it in spades, I guess that’s good? “Ummm… thank you… I think.”

“It’s a good thing, I promise. But I’ve gotta ask you, and maybe you don’t even know, how are you so sexual? You’re just so naturally sexy and sensual but you’re so… young?”

That question took me aback. “I… don’t really know what you mean. I’m just me, I guess.” I thought for a moment in an attempt to give him a better answer. “If I’m being honest, I probably think about sex more than other people do, but I’m not sure why. It just… you know… feels great, and I really like when people respond to me like you do.”

His blue eyes twinkled at me. This guy really likes me, I thought, Like, a lot. I like him, too.

“Can I ask you something, Jenna? It’s okay to say no.”

“Sure, I guess. We can talk about anything.”

“Can I take a picture of you?”

“Sure!” He reached for his phone. “Oh, you meant… now?”

“Yeah, if that’s okay. I’ll take a few, and we can look at them and you can delete any and all of them if you want to. My phone isn’t locked, I promise.”

Wow, okay… this is totally unexpected. He wants to take naked pictures of me. It made me feel a little hesitant. No one had ever made this type of request before. Would it even be sexy? What would a naked picture of me even look like? I wasn’t sure I liked the idea of that type of picture being on his phone, anyone’s phone. He seems to really want this, though. I mean… I’m not totally against it, I guess.

“Can we delete them when we’re done?”

“Of course, I promise. Whatever you want to do.”

I don’t know why I got so shy all of a sudden, I just did. In an instant it felt like everything was moving way too fast. “I want to put my suit back on.”

He smiled like he had just won something big. “Absolutely, here.” He put the phone down and helped me get my tiny bikini back on. I appreciated the fact that he wasn’t trying to sneak any pictures or pressure me to stay naked.

“Can I brush my hair, at least?”

“Jenna, you’re beautiful and your hair has a bit of that wild quality that looks amazing.”

I smiled. “Okay, how do you want me?”

“Just lie back on the chaise… just like that… perfect.”

His phone made that little click noise each time he pushed the button. I remembered back to when I worked on my high school yearbook with one of the photographers as he took pictures of the cheerleaders. He told them that each time they heard the click, they should change their pose. It made sense, otherwise they would just hold the same pose and that would be boring. So I tried that, each click I turned my head a little, smiled more, smiled less, scowled, laughed, smoldered, tilted my head, whatever I could think of.

Derek came up to me after taking thirty or forty shots to show me his phone. “Look at you, just look at you.”

I ran my finger over the screen and scrolled through the pictures. There were some that were blurry, or he caught me moving or making a weird face, but I had to admit some of them looked sexy. I’m not trying to brag, but in a few shots my head was turned just right, or my eyes sparkled, or my toes were pointed just right, and they actually looked good… really good.

I handed Derek his phone. I’m getting into this. “Wanna do some more?”

He had me cross my legs, then uncross them, put a finger to my lips, rest my hand between my breasts, touch my knee, sit up, just so many different poses. We looked at the latest pictures and I was stunned; we both were getting better at this. I began to see which poses and facial expressions worked and which ones didn’t. He had the camera in that mode where I was in focus but everything behind me was blurred, and the pictures were amazing.

“I want to get a little video, Jenna, if that’s okay.”

“Absolutely.” I really was getting into it. Having him concentrate on me like this was exciting and a real ego boost.

He had me get back in the water so he could film me in slow-motion video as I climbed up the steps in my tiny bikini. When he showed me the replay I almost fainted. The water running off my body, my slow, languid movements, the slow jiggle and bounce of my breasts, it looked stunning and I couldn’t believe it was me.

“You’re a goddess, Jen.” Derek had this wondrous look in his eye, like the kid who had been told that the entire candy shop was his. “Let’s do some more. Walk over to the lounge and lie down on your back.”

As he continued to film, still in slow motion, he asked me to bring my arms together and cross them under my breasts, framing them. When I complied with his request, my eyes traveled lower and I noticed the large bulge in the front of his swimsuit.

Emboldened by his attitude, a wicked thought entered my head. I brought my hands up to my neck, placed my forefingers under the bikini’s neck string, and brought my fingers slowly down, pressing lightly into my breasts, passing over my nipples but under the tiny fabric, my fingers stopping just below my nipples.

The excitement surged through me and my nipples went rigid, straining the bits of fabric. Losing control, I cupped my breasts and squeezed them. He just kept smiling and kept filming, and he said things like, “Yes! You’re beautiful, perfect, just like that, perfect.”

He told me that our voices wouldn’t matter since it’s slow motion, so I told him to follow my right hand. He moved in closer to just a foot away, closely matching my right hand sliding down my tummy and over my lower abs until my fingers lightly brushed over my covered pussy. I hoped the camera picked up my thighs as they quivered a bit from the sparks that were charging through me. I stroked myself lightly up and down on the outside of the neon-green bathing suit… and then I pulled the bottoms aside, showing Derek and the camera my swollen pussy lips.

I brought my left hand down and I gently placed both forefingers near the top of my inner lips. I slowly pulled them apart, displaying my pink insides.

“Oh, God, Jenna. You can’t believe how sexy this looks.”

I smiled and easily dipped two fingers into my slick vagina, and when I pulled them out I held them so the camera could see how wet they were.

“Follow my hand,” I told him. I slowly brought my fingers up to my mouth with Derek’s camera-phone trailing right with it. I looked into the lens as I licked my fingers clean and sucked them, then smiled.

Derek clicked off the phone. “Jesus fucking Christ. I don’t even know what to say.”

“Was that okay?” I asked, teasing him because I could tell he thought it was a little bit more than okay.

“You’re just so photogenic, the camera really loves you,” he said excitedly. “I have another pose I’d like you to do. Let’s flatten out the lounge and turn you over… yes, like that… and I will film you as you untie your top strings while lying down on your front.”

We did that, again all in slow motion. I felt my breasts flatten and squish out to the sides. “Perfect, now just look forward… and rise up… yes, so we can see them hanging… fuck, that’s perfect… I’m panning down to your ass now… good, good… now lie back down… lift up your ass a little… God, it’s so round… bring your knees up more so it sticks up higher… bring your knees all the way up but keep your front down… now slowly lower your bottoms down…”

Oh, wow. Showing my pussy was one thing, I do that five nights a week to a hundred strangers. But he wants to film my asshole? I don’t know how I feel about this at all. I mean, it’s waxed, and clean, but still, my asshole? Derek, I’m trusting you…

I hooked my fingers under the string and pulled down the bottoms. I swear I could feel the fresh air hit my bottom. I blushed, knowing he was looking at my most private of areas. There will be no secrets after this.

He didn’t move or even say anything for probably half a minute. I was about to ask him what was wrong when I heard the phone thunk as he semi-dropped it on the pebbled pool surround and grabbed both of my ass cheeks roughly.

Yeah, that feels good! Derek, you haven’t touched me in like ten minutes and it feels so amazing. “Oh… God… Daddy…”

He showered my cheeks with kisses as he kneaded my meaty ass like fresh dough. I hated to keep comparing him to Dave, but I hadn’t been with anyone else like this so it was bound to happen. But Dave would never have done this, kissing the fleshy parts of my ass and even biting and nipping them. He gently pulled my ass cheeks apart and I felt a long string of saliva drip onto my asshole, which sent a little tingle through my body. This felt so forbidden, so nasty, but incredibly erotic. My body involuntarily tensed when I felt the tip of his finger gently slide into me, into my asshole.

“Yeah, that feels really good,” I whispered.

He moved in behind me, I felt more saliva slip onto my ass, and his finger penetrated me deeper. I took a deep breath and willed my body to relax. After a few seconds he was able to slide past my tight ring and fully insert his finger.

“Do you like this?” he asked.

“I like it,” I said shyly.

That seemed to be all the encouragement he needed. “Will you get on your hands and knees for me?” he said huskily.

“Okay.”

When I complied with his request I felt another long string drop onto my little hole and some of it ran down into my vagina. I felt the tip of his tongue work its way inside me and he seemed to be pushing his saliva into me. After a few seconds my bottom felt very squishy. He wrapped his arms around my thighs and fully inserted his tongue inside repeatedly. I was already very wet from taking those sexy pictures and videos, but now I could feel my secretions begin to run down my inner thighs.

I couldn’t help comparing what Derek was doing to that young guy, Steven, from a few weeks ago. Of course, this was similar, but this somehow seemed more erotic. I wasn’t in some dark, dank little room at the club, I was outside, in the daylight. I loved what that young kid did, but this was so much more sensual and bawdy in a way that I couldn’t fully explain.

“Will you let me go further?” he asked sensually.

Further? Further how? I thought for a moment. Anal sex? I’d heard that it was something that some people did, but it was something I’d ever contemplated. Maybe play coy? I’ll try that.

“What do you want?”

“Have you ever tried anal sex, Jenna?”

There it is. “No, I’ve… never done that,” I admitted.

“Would you try it for me?” he asked hungrily.

That big cock… in my ass? It won’t fit, will it? This had been a day of so many firsts: Being at an older man’s house, staying with him, pictures, videos… Just a natural progression, maybe? He made me feel comfortable, at ease, and safe… I trusted him. Okay, let’s do it.

“We can try it, but I want you to go slow at first,” I whispered.

“Of course. I’ll be very careful with you, sweetheart.”

He rose and went to a small table near the chairs and grabbed something. “What’s that?” I asked.

“Astroglide.”

I giggled. “You had this all played out, huh?” I teased.

He grinned. “I just wanted to be prepared in case I talked you into it,” he said jokingly.

“You won me over, so let’s try this,” I said anxiously.

He moved in behind me, opened the cap, and dropped a huge gob of that stuff onto my asshole. Some of it slid down and into my pussy. He worked more of it inside me with his finger and I felt even squishier than before. I looked over my shoulder and saw that he was now going to attempt two fingers. When he eased them inside me, I was hit instantly by a little pain and I tensed up.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

What was that? Christ, that hurt. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea.

“Yeah, just a moment,” I whispered. The pain subsided quickly, though. “Okay, just keep going slow.”

I took another deep breath and tried to relax. Gently, he eased his fingers inside me at a snail’s pace. After about a minute or so they were fully inserted and he began to gradually work them in and out of me. This is feeling… surprisingly… nice… and so naughty… I’m starting to understand why this is a thing… mmmm…

After he removed them, he took the lube in his hand and coated the head and the length of his shaft and worked it in. He poured one more dollop onto my asshole, I guess for good measure, and then placed the head of his cock at my aperture.

He took a deep breath. “Okay, I’ll go very slowly,” he said.

His fingers were one thing, but his cock is entirely different. I’m… scared…

Again, I willed my body to relax as much as I could. He inserted the head into me and there was some discomfort but not that much pain, and honestly I’d expected more. He had me open and very well lubed and he continued slowly pushing forward. A couple of times my body tensed, and each time he stopped and let me get through it. He was obviously putting my need for comfort ahead of his need for pleasure.

“We’re about halfway, honey.”

Only half? It feels… like he’s stretching me wide open… I’m on the edge between pain and pleasure… the feelings are going from one to the other so fast…

“It’s okay, just keep going,” I said in a voice barely above a whisper.

I inhaled deeply and he continued making steady progress. After about a minute, our bodies rested together and I knew he was all the way inside me. “Hold up, let me get used to this,” I said. It felt like I had a log somewhere deep inside my stomach. I’d never felt this full, so totally stuffed. “Okay, now very slowly.”

When he eased part way out of me it nearly took my breath away, but again I willed my body to relax and he slid back in. As he slowly worked in and out of me, the discomfort was replaced by a warm, soothing glow and it felt like every nerve ending was on fire. Oh, my God… oh, my fucking God.

“Are you okay, baby?” he asked softly.

“Yes, Daddy,” I moaned. “You can go a little faster now.”

He slowly rocked in and out of me. I could tell that he loved this, as if he was savoring everything we were doing. “You’re so fucking tight, it feels so fucking good,” he groaned.

“Oh, fuck, Daddy!” I was losing myself in the moment; this felt so amazing. “I love your big cock in my asshole!” I moved my hand between my legs and began rubbing my clit, pushing myself closer to going off the cliff. Taking me by surprise, he grabbed his phone from the ground and told me he was filming again. “I want you to see this, Jenna. It’s fucking amazing.”

I was so into everything I didn’t care what he was doing. He increased the tempo and his breathing began to change, I knew he was getting close.

“Tell me, baby,” he moaned, “tell me what I’m doing.”

“You’re fucking me, Daddy. Fucking my asshole… so good, Daddy.”

“Yes I am, baby, fucking your delicious asshole.”

I turned to look back at him and saw the phone lens pointed at my face.

“Yeah, Daddy, just like that, make me feel that big cock,” I grunted. I rubbed my clit harder, pushing myself closer. “Fuck my asshole hard, Daddy, fuck me!”

“I love it… uh… when you call me… Daddy…fuck.”

Just as I felt hot spurts of semen shoot into my bowels, my orgasm hit me with a force that I was in no way expecting. My body shook and convulsed and my world went dark. When my senses were back about me, I’d collapsed onto the chaise and he was sensually crushing me underneath him. When he pulled out of me I swore I felt a brief rush of air inside my butt; I know I felt his hot semen drip out of my ass. He didn’t move for a few moments, and then he staggered over to one of the other chairs and sank into it. It took us a minute or so to catch our breaths.

“That was just amazing,” he gushed.

My face broke into a little blush. “Yeah… it was… you know… really good.” I thought for a moment. “Damn, you filmed that, didn’t you?”

He smiled. “Some of it.”

“Let me see it.” I want to see his cock in my ass.

“Not yet. I have an idea that I will need about 20 minutes or so to complete. Then you can see it.” He had this… enigmatic look on his face, like he was up to something.

“Ummm… okay.”

He got up and walked over to me, and we exchanged a hot little kiss. “I loved that, Jenna, I can’t tell you how much I love being with you,” he said sensually.

“I really loved it too, and I love being here with you.”

“Hon, how about you order us some dinner, whatever you want. While you’re doing that I will work on my little project, okay? When the food comes, bring it up to the bedroom. My wallet is there on the table, use the red debit card, okay?”

“Okay.”

He walked inside the house and I grabbed my phone. After a quick search, I found a Chinese take-out place and ordered our food. His semen was oozing out of my asshole, and since I had 45 minutes to kill before the food arrived, I grabbed my overnight bag, which I guess he brought down, and I took a quick shower in one of the downstairs bathrooms, scrubbing myself clean. After I dried off I put on a little jean skirt and a pretty pink lace top. Just as I finished dressing the doorbell rang, and I got our large bag of food from the delivery kid and then made my way upstairs into the bedroom.

“Derek?” I called out.

“One second! Just finishing up.” He was in an office that adjoined the bedroom; I had thought it was a closet door earlier. He came out wearing shorts and an old polo shirt and carrying a thumb drive that he set on the nightstand. “Let me help you with that,” he offered, and we spread the food out on top of the comforter.

As we settled into our feast, I popped the question. “So what’s on the memory stick?”

He smiled and passed me a soy-sauce packet. “You’ll find out soon enough, little darlin’.”

I figured he’d put the pictures on there and maybe we were going to look at them on his iPad after dinner, which was good because I didn’t want to see any of them while I was eating.

“Fair enough, good Sir. So, how many dealerships do you have?”

He smiled at me. “You’re so cute for asking. A lot of my dates just want to know how much my house cost.”

“Well, that’s rude, to ask about money, I mean,” I said with my mouth full of eggroll. Oops!

“Yes, I was taught that also. I’ve got nine locations in Dallas, six in Ft. Worth, some scattered around here and there, and I’m just opening up one in Austin in a few weeks.”

“That’s really impressive.”

“It’s a lot of work, but I have good managers who really run things. But I still have to keep on top of them. How about you? Have you always lived in Dallas?”

I hesitated for a moment. Some of the guys in the club had asked me this question a few times and I’d always resisted answering them. I was always very cautious about giving them personal information, but if this was going to work I knew I’d have to be more open and willing to share, so I let my guard down. “I’m from way over in West Texas, a little town called Salome.”

“I’ve heard of it. Pretty small place, I don’t think I could put a dealership there. That’s quite a change, then, a small town to Dallas.”

“It’s a huge change, but I love living in a big city now.”

“Do you have any siblings?”

“No, I’m an only child.”

“You must have kept your parents busy, keeping all those boys away from you,” he teased.

I blushed slightly. “Well, they tried.”

He took another bite of his Kung Pao chicken. “What did you do before you got into… you know… dancing at the Rhino?

“I was a server during my last two years of high school at a small cafe in Salome, and then I worked at Hooters for a couple of weeks before I… you know… started dancing.”

“Is it difficult, taking off your clothes in front of strangers?”

“I was a nervous wreck the first time I did it,” I admitted. “But then, I don’t know… I guess I just got used to it.”

“What made you get into dancing? I’ve heard servers at Hooters make good tips.”

“I was making pretty good money, but I… you know… I make a lot more now.”

“So, it’s all about the benjamins, huh? You’re going to dance until you’re 65?” he teased.

I laughed. “Well I don’t know if the Rhino has a 401(k). Besides, no one’s gonna want to see me dance when my breasts are sagging to my waist,” I joked. Time to open up a little more. “I’m not going to lie, but part of me likes it, likes the attention I get, the reactions from the guys. You know what I mean? It’s like, I feel wanted… or something, it’s hard to explain. Anyway, I’m going to start classes at SMU this fall, so dancing is just a temporary thing.”

“So you’re planning on quitting in a couple of months?” he asked hopefully.

He’s not demanding that we be exclusive, at least for now, but he doesn’t like me dancing. “I haven’t really decided yet, but I may still dance on the weekends as long as I can keep my grades up and it doesn’t cut into my study time too badly.”

“So, then, it is about the money.”

“Of course. I don’t make a living pushing old, beat-up cars on people like someone on this bed,” I teased back.

He laughed. “So the money is a lot better on the weekends, right?”

I thought for a moment. “Yeah, my take-home is cut by almost half during the week,” I admitted.

I took a bite of General Tso’s chicken and decided to turn our conversation away from money and my job. “So, you’re not married, right? Any kids?”

“Right, not married anymore, I’ve been divorced for about ten years now. I’ve got a son who I put through college and law school but he lives in New York.” He wiped his lips with a napkin. “I don’t see him as often as I’d like.”

“So that would make him twenty–”

“Twenty-six. I never could get along with his mother, but he’s a good kid.”

He’s gone personal on me, now it’s time to turn it around. “So, you don’t really date much?” I asked.

“No, I work long hours and I don’t have much time for it, but when I met you I decided to change my priorities.”

I gently rubbed his thigh again. “I’m glad you did.”

He took another bite of his chicken, then asked, “What do your parents think of you dancing?”

God, he went there. The situation with my parents was the only thing in my life now that caused me stress; but like everything else I decided to answer him openly and honestly. “They don’t know about it,” I said shyly.

“What would they think if they knew?”

“They’re very conservative, very religious; it wouldn’t be good. I hope they never find out.”

I could see the wheels spinning in his mind, almost as if a plan was developing. “I’m sure they won’t.”

We were done with our meal and I was getting a little anxious, a little antsy. Whatever he’d been doing, I was more than ready to see it.

“So are you going to show me your creation now?”

“Well, all right, little miss, let’s clean up this mess first, okay?”

In record time I had the bed cleared of all traces of Chinese food while Derek managed to dim the lights and turn on his 80-inch widescreen TV that was mounted on the wall in front of the bed. He fiddled with his laptop and the thumb drive for a few more seconds.

“Okay? Don’t expect too much, though, I didn’t have much time to put this together.”

“It’s okay, just get to it,” I said somewhat teasingly. I don’t know what’s gotten into me. Why am I so anxious to see this, I probably look terrible! Then another thought percolated in my mind: You’re anxious because you know you look good.

The television stayed dark and the sounds of a low, breathy saxophone began playing. Then an image slowly began its fade-in… it was one of my face. The picture stayed on-screen for a full ten seconds while a scripted font spelled out Jenna at the bottom of the screen. The picture showed a close-up of my face looking past the camera. I would swear that it was someone else, she looked too good to be me.

“Stop.” Derek pushed the space bar on his laptop to pause the playback and looked at me with a little surprise, and some distress was evident on his face.

“What’s wrong?”

“You… you… photoshopped this or something. That isn’t me up there. I mean, it looks like me, sorta. But it isn’t.”

“Jenna, do you not know how beautiful you are? I mean, truly? These pictures are straight off my phone, I didn’t have time to even do a basic edit on them. That’s you, love.”

I guess I recognized myself. But this girl in the photo looked so… confident and… strong and… beautiful and… I was having a hard time believing it was me.

I looked over at Derek. “What’s the music?”

“Just some Boney James I like listening to. Can we continue?”

I nodded and made that rolling motion with my hand. The slide show continued with hundreds of pictures of me, I hadn’t known he took that many. But at any given time there were three or four pictures of me displayed in a moving collage of color and, well, I looked good… almost… beautiful.

“I told you that you were a goddess.” I leaned over to kiss him. “No, not yet. Here comes the good part.”

The screen faded out and an even sexier jazz song came on as I slowly exited the pool in my little green bikini in slow motion. Rivulets of water dripped off my body, sluicing down my abdomen and legs, and other droplets cascaded from my breasts as I walked past the camera. The jiggling of my breasts looked sexy, but I did wonder if I looked fat, to tell the truth.

I looked over my shoulder at the camera and gave such a come-hither look it shocked me. And, well, my ass looked great with the neon-green string disappearing just a few inches down into the cheeks of my bottom.

More slow-motion shots appeared, and I diligently watched each frame as it ticked by on the screen. It’s haughty of me to think I look great, isn’t it? It’s even stranger that this turns me on, right?

The next thing I knew, the on-screen me was touching her breasts, teasing her nipples, and finally showing her wide-open pussy. Derek made a nice transition cut to me on my front, my breasts hanging down and then getting squashed as I lay on them.

I was ready to cringe at the next scene I knew was coming up. Here it comes, I’m lowering my bikini bottom to show my ass… and it’s… oh… not too bad… my asshole looks okay, I guess.

Derek paused the video this time. “You have the most perfect ass, the most beautiful little asshole I’ve ever seen.”

I laughed. “Assholes can be beautiful?”

He smiled at me. “Well, some can be kinda ugly, so yeah, yours is beautiful. I wish, I really wish I hadn’t dropped the camera here, but my lust overcame me, Jenna, my lust for you.”

I leaned over and kissed him passionately for a few moments. “Thank you for making this. You… somehow… made me look beautiful and sexy.” I kissed him again. “Is there… I mean… you filmed some more, right?”

He gave me a knowing smirk. “You want to see that? It’s nasty.”

I reached over and hit the spacebar on his laptop like I’d seen him press before.

God… there’s his gorgeous cock thrusting in and out of me, my ass… and there’s me talking like a filthy slut, asking Daddy to fuck my asshole… and what is that? He pulled his cock out of my ass and for a couple of moments I could see up inside my quivering asshole? That’s… that’s… I don’t know what to think of that… his cum oozing out of my closing hole…

The music and the scene faded out and the screen went dark. “What was that, at the end there?”

Derek smiled. “That’s called gaping and it’s perfectly normal. A lot of people, guys anyway, find it sexy. I do, it’s very sexy to me. I can edit that part out–”

“No,” I interrupted. “Leave it, leave all of it. I just… I love it all but I’m also… ummm… confused.”

“About?”

I thought for a moment. “I’m confused about how turned on I am by seeing myself up there. It’s like it’s somebody else, and she’s really sexy, but I can’t believe it’s me.” I looked at him helplessly.

Derek quickly surrounded me with his arms and held me close, comforting me. I sniffed a few times and tears began to well in my eyes, and I didn’t know why. It was like… it felt like a momentous occasion for some reason, but I didn’t fully understand it at the time.

“Shhhh, love, you’re okay, it’s okay. We can delete all of this so that it never hap–”

That’s the second time he’s called me love, I’ll have to worry about that later. But he’s missing the point and I need to make him understand, even if I don’t fully get it myself.

“Derek,” I said maybe a bit too loudly. “Don’t delete anything. In fact, put it on repeat. Do it.” I wiped my eyes and he grabbed my hand, kissing the tears on the back of it.

He started the movie again while I hiked up my skirt and peeled my little top off; I needed to touch myself.

“Babygirl,” he started, sounding apologetic. “I’m not sure I can go again, you’ve worn me out. This video is incredibly sexy, but, well, I’m not 18 anymore. I took Viagra about five hours ago and I don’t think I should take another dose.” He lay down on the bed on his back and his eyes lingered over my naked body. “Tell you what I can do for you, baby. You watch and ride my face. Just fuck my face for as long as you want. But I won’t accept anything less than five orgasms, that sounds okay?”

I smiled. “We can do that, but I don’t know about five times, though.”

I slid onto his stomach and tapped the inside of his thighs and he opened them, which allowed me to put his laptop between them so I’d have better control of it. I started the video part again from the beginning and then scooted back until I’d sealed my pussy on his mouth. I was so engrossed watching myself on the big screen and studying my every move, every action, as it played. Tentatively, he ran the tip of his tongue over the lips of my vagina. I’m not sure what happened, but an uncontrollable need rose up within me and I took a little more control.

“Just keep your tongue out,” I hissed.

He extended his tongue and I adjusted my hips and sank it deep inside my pussy. My eyes were glued to the screen: The water dripping off my body, the swell of my breasts, my round, full hips. I stared in awe, taking it all in. I was grinding harder now and gasps of breath were emanating from between my legs; I realized that I was probably restricting his oxygen, but I didn’t care.

“Just like that, Daddy, keep it out, long and flat,” I grunted.

The huge screen now showed his cock ravaging my asshole. Lube was dripping out of it as my tight orifice gripped his thick shaft. I adjusted my hips, which sent his tongue deep into my bottom, mimicking what I was watching on the screen. My body began to climb and I reached between my legs and rubbed my clit for additional stimulation. The video continued to play; the thrusting had stopped and his cock was fully inside me, throbbing and pulsing. Slowly, he pulled back and his semen dripped out of my obscenely-gaped asshole, and I hit the spacebar to pause it. My orgasm hit me hard and it was like nothing I’d ever experienced; my world went dark for several seconds.

When I’d somewhat recovered, I slid forward enough for Derek to breathe normally. “Was that okay?” he asked through gasps of breath.

“I loved it, but we’re not done.”

I’m not sure how many times I replayed the video, or how many times I, with his assistance, got off to it, but it was more than the five he had demanded earlier. After about two hours I’d exhausted myself to the point of not being able to hold my eyes open. I’d soaked his face and hair so much that he had to take a shower before he joined me back in bed. He spooned me tight into his body and I fell into a deep, dark sleep.

The rest of my time with Derek was amazing. He took me out to lunch on Monday and then we went shopping for clothes and jewelry. At my request, he was only too happy to shoot more videos of me, and we even went to an electronics store and he purchased an expensive 4K digital movie camera that greatly improved the quality of everything he shot. He asked me several times if I wanted him to delete the pictures and videos that we took but I told him no. My only stipulation was that he keep them private and not share them with anyone. I loved watching myself now on his huge TV screen and it really seemed to add to everything we did sexually.

I also had to call my parents a couple of times and tell them I was alright and that I was having a good time with my friend. Of course, they didn’t like the idea of me staying away from home for that long, but overall they didn’t give me too bad a time about it.

I loved everything I did with him, the entire experience. He had money and didn’t have a problem spending it on me. A new wardrobe, expensive jewelry, his huge house and the pool… it almost seemed surreal and a little overwhelming. However, it was a very welcome change from dancing at the club and spending my days off with my stuffy, boring parents. As with most things in life, when everything is going great, the only place they can go is down.

– – – – –

At 3:30 Tuesday afternoon I pulled into the parking lot at the Rhino. As Raven and I were doing our hair and makeup and preparing to go on stage, Tony summoned us into his office. I looked at Raven and she just shrugged her shoulders, then looked expectantly at me like she wanted me to get moving.

“What do you think he wants?”

“I don’t know, girl, stop worrying,” and so we walked back to his faux-fancy office.

But I did worry. I just blew him last week, and I don’t want to blow him again so soon, or at all, even. And what if he wants me to do… stuff… with Raven? What am I going to do? God, I hate these kinds of situations where I’m not in control, where I’m dependent on some asshole, who also does drugs, for my livelihood and well-being. Also, there’s Derek. Things are going so well with him. I hadn’t told him about having to give Tony a bareback blowjob, though. He wouldn’t like that at all. He’s been so generous with me, which is nice, but oh, God, what the fuck does Tony want?

As it turned out, Tony didn’t want oral sex. He told us that we were now his premier dancers and he wanted us to take some glamour-type photographs that he could put on the club’s website.

I was very hesitant at first. I didn’t like the idea of my images on his website, or any other website for that matter. However, I reasoned that the Rhino’s webpage would be the last place that my parents or any of their religious friends would visit. Also, I’d spent the last two days letting Derek take thousands of photographs and hours of videos; and in them I was wearing much less than lingerie like my boss wanted. Of course Raven had no problem taking a few pictures and giving him what he wanted, so I somewhat reluctantly relented.

After we signed the model-release form, we went backstage where Tony had a photographer waiting. It only took him a few minutes to shoot some pictures of me and Raven together and separately. I’d taken so many pictures with Derek, I knew the poses and facial expressions that produced the best shots. I was still a little leery about my face being on a website, but my boss assured me that these types of photos were common in the gentlemen’s club industry; they would help promote his business and get more men through the door, which would only benefit all of us. Had I known what he really planned to do with my pictures I would have flatly refused, even if it meant costing me my job.

– – – – –

My shift that evening was going pretty well. Before I got onto the stage I changed out of my red babydoll floral nightie and put on a matching black bra and lace thong that went perfectly with clear five-inch heels. We had a good crowd, especially for a Tuesday night. There weren’t as many men as a typical weekend, but I wasn’t complaining. I was able to give almost non-stop lap dances and was getting really good tips.

It was about 9:30 and I was just getting off the main stage when a couple caught my eye. They were older, maybe in their early thirties, and he seemed to be the typical Texas urban cowboy dressed in jeans, a western-style shirt, and fancy cowboy boots. She was wearing a short, light-blue denim dress that had snaps up the front and cowboy boots that had spike heels. She had long, flowing dark hair that fell over her shoulders and deep brown eyes that really enhanced her beauty.

It was quite a rarity to see a woman in the club, even with her significant other. They were sitting by themselves with no other patrons around them, and when he raised his hand, signaling that he wanted me to come over to them, I was a little taken aback. My first instinct was to ignore them or pretend I didn’t see his raised hand, but she gave me a long, sultry look that piqued my curiosity and I sauntered over to them.

“How are you doing this evening? I asked them.

“We’re doing great, and we loved watching you dance on the stage,” he said enthusiastically.

“I’m glad you liked it,” I said shyly, “we don’t get many couples in here.”

“My wife, Angela, wanted to come here for her birthday. She just turned 29… again.”

I wasn’t really sure what to say, but I did want to keep our little conversation going. “She’s really pretty, I mean, you’re really pretty, Angela. Happy birthday!”

“Thank you, honey,” she said sexily.

I scrambled to think of what to say next. Do they want something? “So, I bet you took her out, had a nice dinner, then came here for… some fun?”

“Yes, I’m Frank, little darlin’. And, you see… well… Angela thought it might be fun to get a lap dance. And seeing as how you’re the prettiest one here… well… naturally she picked you.”

My eyes widened. Me? A lap dance with… your wife? I’d never even contemplated dancing for a woman, it never even occurred to me that was a thing. The majority of the time all of our clientele was men. However, he pushed two twenties towards me on the table so I knew he was serious. However, I wasn’t quite sure how to respond to his request.

“Sure… ummm… I’d like that, but we’re about halfway through this song, why don’t I get comfortable with you, Angela, first, so you get your money’s worth on a whole song.”

“I’d love that, baby,” she purred.

I sat on the cushion next to her and rested my hand on her thigh. Since that’s what I did with men, I figured I would just play this out as if she was a guy.

She leaned in and whispered into my ear, “You’re so beautiful, honey, and you have such an amazing body I’m a little envious, to be honest.”

God, she’s so nice! I squeezed her thigh a little and smiled back at her. Just like I did with the guys, I wanted to say her name as much as I could. “Thank you, Angela, but you’re gorgeous… and… well… I have an idea. Let’s just pretend your husband isn’t here, it’s just you and me. How does that sound?”

“Oh, I’d love that,” she said sexily.

The song was nearly finished, so I stood up but leaned over to whisper in her ear. “I’ve never danced for a woman before,” I said honestly, “so if I do something that makes you uncomfortable just let me know.”

She looked deep into my eyes. “I don’t think there’s anything you could do that would make me uncomfortable.”

I smiled. “Okay.”

Shondra, one of the few nice dancers, was coming on stage, and her first song was always a slow, romantic number. The soft sounds of an old sixties classic, The Look of Love, came on. I think she’ll like this.

I gently spread Angela’s legs apart with my knee so I could position myself between them. I put a hand to each side of her head as I leaned into her, my breasts inches from her face. She rose up a bit so her nose touched my cleavage and she nuzzled me gently. I heard her breathing quicken as I ground my thong into her thigh. I reached down and unhooked my bra, letting her see my bare breasts. I loved the look of wonder and excitement on her face; most guys looked appreciatively at me, but not like this. Oh, wow, she’s really into me. I pressed my breasts into her face just a little harder and she let out a low, deep moan. I wasn’t really sure where to go with this, but I knew what I liked, and where I loved guys touching me. Maybe I’ll go with that…

I just got lost in the moment and leaned in and gently sucked on her earlobe. I continued moving down her body, ensuring my breasts slid down the front of her dress. She spread her legs wider, bringing the hem of her already short dress up even further, and I could see her bright white satin underwear as I knelt between her legs. My pussy tingled… why? It’s like, I’m getting turned on by her responding to me… I looked into her eyes as I pressed my hard nipple into the front of her panties and began grinding myself into her. I felt her heat radiating onto my hard little nub and I thought she might be close to fainting.

I lowered my head further to where my face was just inches from her pussy. Our eyes locked again and I kissed her thong for just a moment… but in that moment I could smell her arousal, and it gave me a big tingle. I’m liking this more than I thought I ever would.

One of the big rules for lap dances was that we couldn’t hold any one position for more than three seconds, so I reluctantly slid back up her body, making sure that my breasts maintained contact with her. After kissing her neck for a few more seconds I turned so I was sitting on her lap. With a guy, his hard cock would rest between my cheeks for a few moments, but with Angela I just hoped she got a little thrill of my ass resting on her.

“You smell so good,” she whispered as I rested my head back on her shoulder. “I could… I want to eat you up.” she giggled.

I stood back up so I could face her again. The Look of Love was winding up, so I made sure to stare deeply into her eyes as I straddled her knee again. “That can be arranged, the eating me up thing.” I can’t believe I just said that. I want her to take me to the VIP room! The deejay began squawking about something or other and the dance ended.

“Angela?” Frank asked. “Are you alright?”

Her glassy eyes told me she was just fine, but I was certain I’d put her in a very heightened state of arousal. Why does turning on a hot soccer mom get me this worked up?

“Angela?” Frank asked again. “Do you want another lap dance? You can, it’s fine.”

I wanted to give her some not-so-subtle encouragement, so I pressed my knee gently but firmly into her pussy. Not only could I feel heat, but I also felt moisture, and she shuddered slightly. Come on, baby, you’ll like it, you know you will.

“No,” her voice croaked. Then, in a stronger inflection she responded, “I’m done with lap dances. Madi is taking me to the VIP room. You can stay here or come along, I don’t care. But I’m going. Give me some money, it’s my birthday.”

Even better, I thought.

His lips split into a wide grin. “That’s a wonderful idea, but you know I’m coming with you.”

“Fine, let’s go,” she snapped.

I took both of their hands and we proceeded to the back of the club until we got to Terence. “How long would you like to book the room for, Sir?” he asked.

“Ummm… I guess a half hour.”

“No,” Angela said sternly, “a full hour.”

I inwardly smiled and got the feeling that if he didn’t meet her demand it would be until her next birthday before he got laid again.

“Okay, no problem, honey,” he said sheepishly.

He pulled out his wallet and it was nice and thick, stuffed with cash, just how I liked them. We’ll see how much of that I can get from you this evening, I thought snidely. He handed Terence his credit card. After he ran it through, Frank signed the receipt and Terence said, “I have you in room number one, Madi.”

“Perfect, thank you,” I said.

We walked about twenty feet and were just about to go up the stairs and I said, loud enough that Angela could hear me, “if you give the next guy a C-note, I’ll make it really good for her.” She immediately shot him a you’d better do this look and he instantly pulled out his wallet.

When we approached Andy, Frank said, “This is for you,” and handed him a benjamin.

I gave Andy a knowing smile, which he returned. “You’re in room number one, Sir. Just follow Madi and I hope you both enjoy your evening.”

I pulled back the thick leather drape and my couple entered the room. “Frank, how about you sit over there.” I pointed to the chair that was set at an angle in the corner of the room. “Angela, we’ll sit here, okay?” I sat down on the long padded bench.

Angela remained standing. “Just a second,” she said, winking at me. She hiked up her dress for a moment and then quickly lowered her little white thong down her thighs and stepped out of it. After tossing it over to Frank, she sat down next to me, wrapping her arms around my neck and shoulders.

Wasting no time, she leaned in and we exchanged a smoldering white-hot kiss. When we broke the passionate embrace, I licked her neck and she whispered in my ear, “It’s been so long since I’ve done this, honey, since I was in college.”

I was a bit weirded out at first, being so intimate with a woman, but those feelings were quickly vanishing and I was finding it difficult to maintain control of the situation. “We’ll take it slow, okay?” I said. We’ll take it real slow, because I’m not sure what to do…

I stood up in front of her, reached behind my back, and unhooked my bra, freeing my breasts, and I placed it on the little table. Soft, sensual jazz music was playing through the overhead speakers, and I raised my arms over my head and swayed my hips to the sensual rhythm while ensuring my eyes stayed locked on hers. She opened the two bottom snaps on her jean dress and opened her long legs wide. The lips of her vagina were swollen and engorged, and she had a sexy little black landing strip above her vulva. I took a deep breath, this was the first pussy I had ever seen in something other than a brief glimpse at a friend’s sleepover. I should just do what I would want done to me, I guess?

I reached down and pinched and pulled my nipples until they stood proudly off my breasts while her hand moved between her legs and she began gently rubbing her clit. I slowly moved my hand down my stomach and made a little show of running my fingers over the outside of my wet thong as my hips continued to sway back and forth in time to the music. When she reached out and ran the tips of her fingers over my tight abs, I took her hand in mine and moved it south so they lightly brushed the front of my little thong.

“Oh, you’re so wet for me, pretty girl, aren’t you,” she said sensuously.

“Yes, I am,” I whispered. I really am.

“Come here, I need to feel your body on mine,” she said hungrily.

Another big step. I moved towards her and then sat on her lap, straddling her. I leaned towards her and let my hard nipple slip into her mouth, and she greedily suckled. Her mouth is on my breast! Bolts of electricity shot through my core and reverberated between my legs. “That feels so good, Angela,” I murmured. I pulled back just enough to let my nipple slip out of her mouth and moved slightly so my other nipple was in front of her lips. She took the other hard little nub of flesh into her mouth and sucked hungrily. When I pulled back again her saliva was dripping off of both of them. She moved her hands to my face and pulled me towards her, and we shared another deep, hard, open-mouth kiss as our tongues erotically danced together.