I’m a sex therapist. I know myself and my limitations. I can control myself in front of an incredibly handsome, commanding stranger.
What could possibly go wrong?
Chapter3
Lap Dance
I steppeddown the stairs leading from the stage to the floor with caution. “Start Me Up”had just started playing, and the next girl strutted onto the stage. She had a pink glow-in-the-dark panty and bra set on with a bright pink feather boa, which she twirled around with one hand. She stumbled on her heels, which appeared to be seven inch platforms, and smacked into the pole with her forehead. Even though she looked a little dazed, she recovered and continued with her dance.
I winced.She’s going to have a bruise.
Mr. Dark Eyes stood waiting for me between the bottom of the stairs and the arched red doorway, which was shaped like a cherry with a stem painted on the wall above it. He had to be six feet two inches tall with broad shoulders to match his square jaw. His suit fit him so perfectly, I could make out the tapered waist and nice ass beneath the clothes he wore. The tailored suit looked to be high end. Those dark eyes of his scanned me from head to toe.
I clutched my top over my chest and walked gracefully towards him. He reached out a hand, which I took before he led me to the Cherry Pit. His hands dwarfed mine and were just another sign of his strength. I didn’t detect callouses, though. Hard labor or carpentry were probably foreign to him. He probably couldn’t afford that suit if he did.
He pulled me closer, and I got a hint of his cologne. I detected hints of leather and wood. The scent was manly to the core. I couldn’t help but breathe in the scent as he pulled me closer. He gave my hand a squeeze.
I had only heard rumors from some girls who worked here and also took pole dancing classes. Most of them were twenty-something, gorgeous women with busty bodies. They had told me that lap dances in the Cherry Pit could go way beyond just a dance.
I remember overhearing one relating her tale of some fun fellatio she had given a very generous patron one Saturday night. The girls at the class met her tale with gasps, giggles, and a few atta-girls.Was Mr. Dark Eyes expecting that from me? What the hell was I thinking?
I wanted to get out of here giving Mr. Dark Eyes a topless lap dance only. Nothing more! I’d do it with my top on, but he had it in his suit pocket. I also needed to remember to get that back from him.
An imposing man, skin the color of midnight, stood guard at the doorway with his arms crossed over his chest. His chest was so big, his upper arms were almost parallel to the floor.
“You okay going back there with this man, ma’am?” the guard said in a deep, sexy voice. Mr. Dark Eyes had a nice triangular physique, but the guard had muscles on muscles.
“Yeah, I’ll be fine. I’m just giving him a simple lap dance.”
“If he crosses a line, you just holler. I’ll be there in two blinks.”
“She’ll be safe in my arms, big fella,” Mr. Dark Eyes said.
The two men nodded at each other before my new amateur night patron led me into the darkened room. It took a while for my eyes to adjust. Mr. Dark Eyes stopped five feet in and stood there. Evidently, he had to adjust to the lack of light, too. All I could hear at first was “TNT”over the loudspeakers in the main room.
At first.
Soon, slurping sounds and the sound of kissing lips seemed to jump out at me from all sides. As my eyes adjusted, I saw one dancer with a man in blue jeans and a torn work shirt kissing. Her bra was pulled down so that her breasts were out, supported by the fabric. Her patron devoured her nipples before coming back for more kisses. His hands roamed from her ass to her breasts.
Two other women were grinding their ass against their men’s laps and chests. Their partners were more reserved with their hands and kept them on the armrests of the broad red chairs they sat in. They seemed happy, though. Mr. Dark Eyes better be happy with the same.
He seemed to have found a spot and led us to a big red chair at the far end of the room and in a dark corner. The chair was like a throne and there was enough room for three or four people to sit on it. Hell, Mr. Dark Eyes could lay me out on that chair and fuck my brains out with no contortions or odd positions.
The thought of him on top of me, my legs spread, sent a rush through my body. One I was not expecting.
He squeezed my hand and pulled me with him to the wide red chair. My breathing quickened. My heart beat loudly. Internal butterflies flew about excitedly from my pussy to my chest. I didn’t know if I would make it to the chair.
Then I saw Heather in the chair to my left. She was on her knees in front of Mr. Suit. She had his pants down to his knees, his cock out, and she ran her tongue up and down his length before bobbing up and down on it. My eyes widened at the sight and a flutter ran through my belly.
Her lacy bra lay on top of Mr. Suit’s head and he held a wad of bills in his hands. He dropped a twenty as I was ushered to our spot by Mr, Dark Eyes, which fell to the ground with a handful of like bills splayed around her kneeling figure. He had his head thrown back and the look of ecstasy on his face had its own orgasmic property.
My pussy clinched at the thought of Mr. Dark Eye’s cock in my hand. In my mouth.No, Reggie. Lap dance only.
Mr. Dark Eyes whispered in my ear, “Dance for me.” Then he sat down, spreading his arms to each side of the chair. He crossed his legs before aiming those dark eyes at me. The darkness of the room cloaked his eyes, which only added to the effect he was having on me.
I swayed my hips from side to side, facing him. I usually closed my eyes when I danced like this, but I needed to see his reaction. The cover up served as a shield as I danced, covering my breasts, but soon I started offering brief glimpses of my breasts. Pulling the fabric away and then covering up served as a little game of peek-a-boo.
The more I danced, the more sensual I felt. It was hard to gauge his expression in the darkness as he sat there, unmoving, cold as stone. The uncertainty, though, only made me want to dance more seductively for him.
