by Amy DeMeritt
“Yes.”
“Ok. Just tell me if something is too much for you.”
“Ok. I feel nauseous.”
“Just try to calm down. No one is going to violate you or hurt you. I promise.”
“Ok.”
“Here, look at the menu and find something you want to eat. Just think of this as dinner and drinks with friends. That’s all this is.”
“Ok.”
She accepts the menu from me, but she remains snuggled up against my chest while she looks at it. I look around at everyone else, and they’re either looking at their menus, completely uninterested in Carrie’s discomfort, or watching her with mixed emotions. Janae gives me a kiss on my lips and pinches my chin with a loving smile.
“What are we getting to eat?”
She shrugs a shoulder and lifts the menu. “What are you in the mood for?”
“No seafood.”
“How about the filet mignon with the burgundy demi-glaze? It comes with mashed sweet potatoes and parmesan green beans.”
“Sounds good.”
“Hello, puppets. Who do I get to play with first?”
A beautiful young woman, probably mid-twenties, presses a button on the wall and our table slides away from us, giving her a three-foot-wide walkway in front of us. She paces in front of us with a seductive walk, eyeing us up with a grin, and then stops in front of Carrie, who releases a strangled nervous sound and leans into me.
The girl smiles and gives Carrie’s cheek a soft caress before sitting down next to her.
“Is this your first time?”
“Yes.”
The girl nods and crosses her leg over her knee, making herself more comfortable.
“I’m Jessy. What’s your name?”
“Carrie.”
“It’s nice to meet you. So, what brings you out? Birthday, bachelorette party?”
Carrie releases a small nervous laugh and shakes her head. “No, I just recently moved here and my new friends made me come here with them.”
“Well, they’re good friends. You should keep them. The food and drinks here are great, and I can personally guarantee the entertainment is very memorable. Would you like me to dance for you?”
“Uh, I don’t know. Are you going to touch me?”
“I don’t have to. I can just dance in front of you or on the table. If I dance on you, I won’t grope you. I’m not going to grab your breasts and down there.”
Jessy points to Carrie’s groin, and Carrie blushes bright red. She clears her throat, and asks, “Uh, can you dance on Jack first so I can see what you’re going to do?”
“Sure thing, sweetie.”
Jessy stands up, and Carrie and Janae slide away from me some, giving Jessy more room to perform. I pull my huge wad of twenties from my pocket and Jessy laughs hard as I start counting off of the stack with an excited grin.
“You came very prepared tonight.”
“I’ve been suffering from an awful drought of good entertainment.”
“Well, we’re going to take care of that. Put that away. You can worry about that later.”
Janae takes my stack of money, and Jessy gives me a cute seductive grin as she walks back a few paces, twists, and bends over at the hips, placing her hands on the table and putting her beautiful creamy smooth ass on display for me. She swivels and twists her hips till she reaches the floor, then arches out and up. She spins and steps forward to straddle my knees and starts rocking her hips and rolling her body while she runs her hands up her thighs, her bare stomach, and cups her breasts.
After a short dance standing in front of me, she rests her knees on the bench on either side of my thighs, straddling my lap, and grabs the slats of the wall behind me for support as she starts rolling and rocking her body against me. Her groin stays a few inches above mine, and her breasts never touch me, but the distance is a wonderfully delicious tease. My hands itch with the desire to caress her thighs and grip her ass, but that’s not allowed so I keep my arms extended and my hands planted firmly on the back of the booth.
Jessy gives me a cute grin and turns over, firmly planting her ass in my groin and places her hands on the seat on either side of my thighs. She rests her back against my chest as she reaches back to hold a slat, and she continues to roll and rock her body against me while her ass twists and grinds between my thighs.
The dance lasts for about five minutes, and as she finishes, she gives my cheek a pinch and winks at me with a smile.
“Was that ok for you, sweetie?”
“It was top rate entertainment. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. So, Carrie, would you be ok with receiving a lap dance from me?”
Carrie blushes with a small smile and slowly nods in agreement. Jessy smiles and begins a different seductive dance in front of Carrie to keep the entertainment fresh. I tug on Janae’s arm, and she slides over to lean into my embrace while we watch Jessy dance.
As Jessy straddles Carrie’s lap, she places a hand on Carrie’s cheek, and asks, “Are you still doing ok, sweetie?”
Carrie nods as she visibly swallows, but she doesn’t say anything. Looking pleased to win her over, Jessy begins a very sexy slow dance against Carrie.
“Would you like to touch me?”
“What? No, I couldn’t.”
Jessy releases a small sympathetic laugh and caresses her cheek. Jessy turns over, placing her ass in Carrie’s groin, and leans back to lay on her.
Our waitress returns with our drinks and smiles at Jessy and Carrie. As she places Trish’s drink down in front of her, she bends over at the hips, placing her ass in Trish’s face, making Trish smile really big. The waitress looks over her shoulder at Trish, and Trish lifts her arms up to rest on the back of the booth, which the waitress takes as her invitation to give Trish a lap dance.
A small moan turns my attention back to Carrie and Jessy, which causes my arousal to increase. Jessy is grinding her ass hard and deep against Carrie, who is leaning her head back with her eyes closed. Her hands are gripping the edge of the bench tightly, and her mouth is slightly parted with a look of pleasure on her face.
Janae whispers in my ear, “She’s going to cum.”
I smile and nod without taking my eyes off of them. It’s very sexy. Jessy glides a hand over Carrie’s, and Carrie allows her to lift her hand and palm it over her breast. Carrie releases another sound and Jessy’s smile widens. Carrie lifts her other hand and grips Jessy’s hip, pulling her in harder.
Carrie cums with a quiet sharp gasping moan, and shutters as she slumps forward, resting her head on Jessy’s shoulder. Jessy stops dancing and pulls Carrie’s arms around herself. She kisses the top of Carrie’s hand and just waits while Carrie tries to get her bearings again.
As Carrie lifts her head, her eyes meet mine and she releases an embarrassed giggle as she hides her face against Jessy’s shoulder. Jessy rubs her head, and then slowly stands up. She gives Carrie a kiss on the forehead and pinches her chin with a smile.
“Uh, I don’t know what to say. Thank you sounds dorky or something.”
Jessy laughs and caresses Carrie’s cheek. “Thank you is very appropriate. And you’re welcome. You just let Kelly know if you want me to visit you again.”
“Ok, thanks.”
Janae hands me my money and I start to count the bills, but Jessy holds up a hand and shakes her head with a smile.
“This one was on me. Have a good night.”
“Thank you.”
After Jessy leaves, Carrie slides back over sit next to me and wraps my arm around her shoulders and holds my hand in hers. I haven’t seen her look this happy before. It’s beautiful.
“So, how does it feel to lose your virginity?”
She giggles and smacks my stomach. “I’m not a virgin.”
“Well, in some ways.”
Kelly, our waitress stands up off of Trish’s lap, but pauses to allow Trish to slip a wad of bills between her hip and the strap of her thong. She winks at Tri
sh, and then walks around to stand in front of our table.
“You girls ready to order dinner?”
Carrie glides her hand off of my stomach, which I didn’t even realize was there, and she leans forward to grab a menu to look at it while everyone else orders. After Janae orders for the two of us, Carrie bites her thumbnail, and just says, “I’ll have the same. I don’t know what else to pick.”
“Ok, I’ll put your order in. Can I get you anything else?”
Jill and our other friends tell Kelly they would like a dance, so she lets them know she’ll send a few girls over soon. After she walks away, Georgia, the hostess pops in with a cute smile and curls her finger at me in a beckoning way. Janae pats my upper back and pushes me up from the bench.
With an incredible switch in her hips, Georgia leads me through the restaurant and down a hall that leads to the employees dressing room. She pushes me down on a couch and straddles my lap.
“Why haven’t you called me?”
I grab her ass and pull her down hard against my groin, causing her to release a small giggling moan, then I repeat her question, asking, “Why haven’t you called me?”
“Do you want me to call you?”
“I do.”
“Good. Now, fuck me.”
She engages me in a kiss and cups me between my thighs, but then pulls back releasing a disappointed whimper because I’m not wearing a strap-on.
“You didn’t come prepared.”
I smile as I stand up with her in my arms to lay her down on the couch. I pull her thong off, and as I lay down on top of her, I pinch and tug her clit hard to activate her nerves, and then press three fingers inside of her. She wraps her arms around me as her back arches, and she releases a relieved sounding moan.
“Jack, oh, Jack, fuck, you’re so good. Oh, fuck, what are you doing to me? Oh, shit. Jack, make me cum. Oh, fuck, make me cum, please.”
I pull the shell of her bra off of her breast with my teeth and start sucking and biting her nipple, increasing her moans and making her body spasm and jerk with pleasure.
“Jack, oh, Jack, I’m going to cum. Oh, yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Jack! Oh, Jack!”
Her body spasms really hard under me, and she suddenly falls limp with one final gasping scream, causing me to cum. I engage her in a fast-hard kiss, and she moans into my mouth as she runs her hands over my head and through my hair. She pulls back panting for air and gives me a drunken smile with a small giggle.
“You just had to prove you don’t need a cock, didn’t you?”
I laugh and kiss her lips. “Well, I have a reputation to protect.”
“Yes, you do.” A hand grips my shoulder, pulling me up off of Georgia’s chest. I smile up at Trina, a beautiful girl with hazelnut skin, a curvy body, and tight black curly hair. “My turn, baby.”
“Georgia, is that ok with you?”
She smiles at me and kisses my lips. “Yeah, I need to get a snack and get back to work. Thanks, baby. I’ll call you.”
“Ok, I’ll see you before I leave.”
After Georgia leaves, Trina takes her place and pulls me into a kiss. As I enter her center, she slips a hand down my pants, and works her hand with me so we can bring each other to climax. As her orgasm grows, she’s not able to maintain momentum with my kiss. Her head tilts back as she releases a beautiful flow of moans, screams, and obscenities.
I cum before her and pull her hand out of my pants to pin it above her head. I thrust deeper and harder while grinding against her clit and her orgasm finally bursts. Her scream is loud and her trembling body resembles a person being electrocuted. It’s very sexy.
“Oh, fuck, Jack. Oh, it’s been so long since I’ve felt that good. You need to bring your sexy ass in here more often.”
“You could always come to my place. I have an entire room dedicated to making you feel better than you’ve ever felt before.”
She releases a humming moan. “I’ll call you.”
“Good. Now, I need to get back to my table. Come give me a dance soon.”
“I will.”
Chapter Ten
I push out one more pushup, even though my arms are burning like crazy from the two-hundred I’ve already done. I sit up on my knees panting for air, but then start laughing. Carrie is sitting Indian style on the floor several feet in front of me watching and drinking a beer.
“What are you doing?”
“You watched me do my yoga, so I’m going to watch you work out.”
“Is this an even trade-off for you?”
“No, not at all. You need to do something else now. All of those pushups were starting to get boring. Do you have a pull up bar? That might interest me more.”
“Ok, come with me, creeper.”
She releases a cute giggle and follows me out of the living room and down the hall to my gym.
I get positioned at the pull up bar stand, and Carrie pulls a yoga ball over to sit on and watch. She scans my body with a grin and nods her beer in a cheers motion.
“Get up there.”
“Getting those lap dances the other night has really turned you into a different person.”
“Do you like this version better?”
“Yes, so far.”
I grab onto the bar, pull my legs up to bend behind me, and allow my body to just hang for a few moments. As I pull up, I watch her face, and her smile widens. I do twenty pull ups, then step up onto two bars, still facing her, and rest my elbows on two padded rails to pull my knees up to my chest. I complete fifty before I step down and walk over to sit down in front her. I tap her ball with my foot, but her balance remains undisturbed.
“Are we even now?”
“Not even close.”
“Ah, come on, you didn’t enjoy that at all?”
“You looked good out there, but not as good as I looked doing my yoga.”
My face cleaves into a huge grin and I run my hand through my hair. “Ok, you’ve got me there. What can I do to make us even?”
“Do some squats, then we’ll see where you stand.”
I laugh hard and kick at her ball again, but she’s able to keep it balanced. “Fine.”
I grab two twenty-pound dumbbells and hold them up at my shoulders. With my side to her, I spread my stance just a few inches wider than shoulder width, and I start doing squats with my ass dipping low enough to put my thighs parallel to the floor. I stare straight ahead, not wanting to risk kinking my neck from the weights to steal a glance at Carrie. I typically only do thirty, but I push through the burn to complete fifty to show off and win extra points.
After I’m done, I return the weights to the rack and plop down in front of Carrie.
“So?”
“Nope.”
I give her a grumpy stare with narrowed eyes, and she licks her lips with a proud smile before emptying her beer and setting the bottle down on the floor.
“I think you should…”
She releases a surprised laughing yelp as I leap on top of her, knocking her off of the ball. She laughs hard and tries to roll me over, but I get her pinned down on her back.
“I’m done being your circus lion. I’m not jumping through hoops anymore.”
“But you owe me.”
“Technically, I don’t. You said you forgive me for that.” She pouts and crosses her arms over her chest. I laugh and pat her cheek a few times. “Aw, I see what’s happening here. We broke your shell and the little freak inside of you is being born.” She laughs hard and hides her face behind her hands. I rub the top of her head, and she peeks at me between her fingers. “Sorry, pumpkin, but you’re going to have to direct your gaze somewhere else to get your jollies. Our relationship has to remain strictly platonic.”
“Hey, I never said I want to have sex with you.”
“As long as we’re still clear on that. Come on.”
I pull her up off of the floor so quickly that her feet leave the floor for a moment, and she releases an excited silly giggle.
“Yo
u are really strong. Do you work out a lot?”
“Depends on what you define as working out.”
She blushes with an understanding smile and nods once before grabbing her empty bottle off of the floor. “Oh, right.”
“Have you had lunch?”
“No.”
“You want to barbeque? We can call some people to come over for an impromptu party.”
“Sure. Do we have enough food though?”
“We’ll order some groceries. The food service can probably have some stuff here in an hour.”
Carrie follows me to the kitchen, and we check the fridge and freezer to see what we have on hand before pulling up the food service on my laptop.
“Shouldn’t we see if people can make it before we order everything?”
“If you cook it, they will come.”
“Ok, Field of Dreams , whatever you say.”
I smile and bump her shoulder with mine. She laughs and smacks my bare shoulder before pulling her legs up onto the couch and leaning in closer so she can see my screen.
As I’m scrolling through the meats, she reaches out, and shoves my hands aside to scroll back up, and then points to a spinach and feta turkey sausage.
“That looks good. Can we get those?”
“So, you like sausages, huh?”
She laughs and smacks my stomach. “Don’t be gross. Just add them to the cart.”
“How many do you want?”
“That depends on how many people you’re inviting. I would like two of them.”
I add a couple of pounds of her request to the cart, then start scrolling again. She keeps her hand on my upper thigh, as if she’s going to jump forward at any moment to stop me again.
I end up adding ten nine-ounce-one-inch-thick New York strip streaks, a few pounds of lean ground sirloin, chicken breasts, and spicy sausages before we move on to the produce.
“What kind of fruit do you want?”
“Cantaloupe, pineapple, and watermelon. Oh, and berries, cherries, and some apples.”
“So, basically everything?”
“Basically.”
“Do you want some bananas to go with your sausages?”
Carrie laughs and smacks my stomach again. “Yes, I want bananas, but not like that.”