The thought of parting his legs and pulling out his cock floated to the top of my attention as I saw Heather take in Mr. Suit’s cock into her mouth. His moans floated up to my ears during off beats as the song from the stage died down.
The butterflies seemed to become metal ones, like tiny scissors in that moment, as they bounced around inside of me. “Welcome to the Jungle”echoed through the doorway as the doors opened and closed, the light giving me a glimpse of his face.
He looked… smug. Confident. Like he had just ordered steak off the menu and he knew it would be here soon. Only, I was the steak on tonight’s menu.
The door closed, throwing his face back into the darkness.
“Come closer,” I heard him say over the drumbeats of the song.
I began swaying my hips and let my arms fall loose to my side. My top fell open, and I knew he could see my breasts clearly as I still stood in a somewhat illuminated area. It almost felt like I was in a spotlight and his eyes took in every inch of me. Every flawed inch. My nipples could have cut glass in that moment as they became so hard. It felt as if my heartbeat and my quickened breathing pumped them up until they pointed straight ahead, plump and hard.
The more I danced, the feeling of being the object of his desire—the feeling I had when everyone near the stage wanted to give me money for a small piece of me—coursed through me, swirling like smoke on the dance floor, swirling around the pole in the center of the stage. The feeling also pulled me towards him, further into the darkness.
He was a magnet. I was his object of desire. I could feel that desire smoldering within him. My top slipped off my shoulders and onto the floor behind me.
I moved closer and did my best shimmy move as I approached him. I got close enough that his cologne and my perfume could intermingle. His hot breath on my neck gave me goose bumps. I started to move in for the motorboat, but his hands on my hips stopped me.
Evidently, he liked the view just fine at this distance. My body seemed to take control in the moment, and I straddled him. With my hands on his shoulders, I danced, moving my shoulders and head into him and away from him.
I still couldn’t see his eyes and thus his reaction, but his breathing quickened slightly. His hands moved to my hips and rested there. I brought my breasts closer and closer to him as I moved. He only had to lean forward a fraction and he could kiss my nipples.
I suddenly yearned for him to do so. I felt the first dew drops of arousal between my legs.Amateur night. Not seduce a stranger night.
Evidently, he wanted me, too. His body at least did as I felt his growing hardness press into me as I ground my hip on his lap. I hadn’t even been aware I was doing it. My body moved naturally in the lap of this man.
I didn’t seem to care if he was a stranger. I knew that for men, sex with a stranger wasn’t nearly as taboo as it could be for women.
Plenty of my patients had done that. That was why they and their wives were seeing me. I had to do something different. This dance felt too personal. Too sexual. Too hot for my blood.
I stood up before I took this too far. Turning around, I twerked my ass in front of his face before sliding it down his chest and into his lap. His hands rubbed my legs and my ass. He gave a squeeze of both ass cheeks with his big, muscular hands. I almost creamed my panties at that first double squeeze of my ass.
The “Final Countdown”began playing.
I rubbed my ass up and down his lap and I jerked in shock again as I felt his cock against my cheeks. He felt fit there as well. And hard. Very hard.
The thought that I had triggered that response in him sent waves of pleasure through me as well. I clinched my legs tight together, but that only shot tingles of pleasure through my clit.
Just a lap dance. Just a lap dance. Just a lap dance.
Mr. Dark Eyes grabbed me by the shoulders and pulled me into him. This also plopped my ass right on to his hard-on, which now pressed against the fabric of his slacks. The touch of his forceful hands thrilled me. His hot breath on the nape of my neck weakened me.
“I want you,” he growled in my ear.
An initial thrill of hearing the desire in his voice rushed through my body. It was all I could do to hold back. My resolve kicked in as the thought of his audacity triggered me.
“What makes you think you can have me?” I asked, looking straight ahead. A lap dance on the other side of the room had another girl grinding into her patron in the same way I did. Her breasts were bare, and the man gripped and squeezed them with rough hands.
How I longed to feel my patron’s hands on my breasts.
As if reading my thoughts, Mr. Dark Eyes slid his hands up my side, across my bare flesh, sending tingles up my spine. He reached around me and grasped both of my bare breasts. The firm squeeze he gave me caused me to moan and lean into him. When he pinched and pulled my nipples, I gasped in delight.
“Because your body is responding to me.”
“You think so,” I replied between clinched teeth.
“Yes. Not only here…” he said before his hands trailed down my stomach to where my panties covered my mound. He rubbed me with two firm fingers through my panties, causing another gasp.
“… but here too. You’re already wet and we’ve barely begun.”
