I moved up and down on him and the sound of our flesh slapping together mixed with “Cum on Feel the Noize”,which played from the main room, rocked our fucking. We moved in this moment of ecstasy for the length of the song. As it neared the end, he reached around with one hand and began strumming my clit with his finger.
I had to lean back against his chest, as the sensations were too much. He began pumping into me harder and faster and continued to pleasure my clit as our breathing quickened. We were definitely getting wild.
I quivered in the throes of another orgasm, and I felt him stiffen and explode inside of me. He bucked, and I tried to hang on for what seemed like much more than eight seconds.
Soon he stopped, and his body seemed to collapse into the couch. I collapsed onto him, laying on my back on his chest, his cock still twitching inside me. His chest and mine heaved with our labored breath, but soon slowed.
“I told you. Your body was responding to me,” he whispered.
“Yes, you did. Tell me, that is,” I replied.
Then the other feeling that women who have intercourse with a stranger often feel coursed through me. I felt exposed. Awkward. Vulnerable.
“Poison”by Alice Cooper began playing.
I struggled to sit up, his cock sliding out of me as I did so. Turning on his lap to face him, I saw his face in a flicker of light. He had that contented look that a good fuck usually gave men. He looked happy, with no hint of being embarrassed or awkward.
“That was one hell of a lap dance,” he said. He reached into an inside pocket of his suit and pulled out a wad of bills. He handed it to me. “That should be a thousand. It was worth every penny.”
I blushed and panic took over. I acted on instinct.
I reached into his inside coat pocket and extracted my bra. I slipped it on, still sitting in his lap, and positioned my breasts comfortably in them. He leaned in as if to kiss me. I didn’t lean in, but I didn’t move away. Instead, I stared into his eyes, which had come into the light as he leaned forward. He returned my gaze. Challenging me. Commanding me.
“Kiss me,” he commanded.
“Lap dances don’t come with kissing,” I replied.
“I have another thousand for a kiss.”
I gulped. One kiss for a thousand dollars. I didn’t feel worth it. I didn’t need the money, either. The curiosity of wanting to know what his kiss felt like, though, percolated inside me. I’d just fucked him, which is about as intimate as you can get and as sexual as you can get. A kiss seemed trivial at this point. He didn’t think so; he was willing to pay the same price as his lap dance.
I leaned in and kissed him. I had meant for it to be a peck. A grandmother’s kiss, wet and quick.
Instead, I lingered as he returned the kiss with equal passion. His lips were nice. He kissed well. Jolts of electricity shot through my body again. His tongue penetrated my lips. It felt soft but strong. Penetrating like him. Like his eyes. It took more resolve than I thought I possessed to pull away.
He shoved the wad of cash into my hands and reached for more.
I stood up and bent over to get my wrap-around top, not realizing I was pointing my ass right at his face. I slipped it on and turned to face him.
He offered me another stack of bills.
“The kiss was on the house,” I said before turning around and marching out of the Cherry Pit to find Carol and leave. I didn’t turn around to see his expression, though I would have paid a thousand dollars to see it. Because I had no intentions of ever seeing Mr. Dark Eyes ever again. So seeing the look on his face would have been the icing on the cake.
As soon as Carol and I drove away from the Cherry Pie Gentleman’s Club, however, I felt a longing to see him again.
Chapter4
Non-Disclosure Agreement
I approachedthe entrance to my upscale office in a building between Los Angeles and Hollywood. It had taken me seven years to build my practice, my clientele, and my reputation to afford this prime location. I was one of the premier sex therapists in the greater Los Angeles area and hardly anyone knew me. Just the way I liked it.
It was early, seven am, and I arrived before either of my two employees. I glanced at the sign beside the door as I unlocked it.
Regina Davenport
Suite 369
I locked the door behind me and made my way to my office. Silence permeated the office at this time of morning except for the sounds of bubbling water in a tabletop fountain in the corner. The only window faced the west, so only that faint light of dawn reached the room. My table lamp provided just enough illumination to do my work.
