"I did. I had a good time with her."
Bianca squeezes my hand hard and I frown down at her.
She asks in a hiss rather than a whisper. "Who the fuck is Rebecca?"
I glance at Kip for help. He pulls Bianca to him and kisses the top of her head, while I answer. "Blackjack dealer."
Her eyes are narrow when she mouths silently to me. "Better be."
I laugh at her possessiveness and turn back to Beverly. She leads us into the club and I’m amazed at the size. Quickly getting my bearings, I analyze the floor plan and realize there are multiple clubs inside. This first one is as big as a concert hall, and houses multiple bars, dance floors and a big stage along one wall with the other walls decorated with live dancers inside cages. Beverly proceeds straight through to the sign that reads, "Gentleman’s Club." It is just as big, and also has multiple bars and a stage on one wall, but instead of floor space for dancing, it is all cocktail tables with a maze of runways which have stripper poles.
When Beverly stops, we are at the table at the end of the main runway. "Best seats in the house. Enjoy the show." She states simply, then walks away.
Our waitress takes our order, then vanishes. The three of us sit facing the stage. Bianca, naturally in the middle, puts both elbows on the table, folders her fingers and rest her chin on her thumbs. She watches the dancer right in front of us, twirling around the pole. Kip looks at me and nods his head in her direction with a 'check out her intensity' look and I grin back at him. The dancer has some seriously sexy moves and pole dancing will be on Bianca's To Do list next week no doubt.
Surveying the room as the music thumps hard enough to feel, I see at minimum twenty dancers twirling around us on the poles, or bumping and grinding on the runways, and maybe another ten offering lap dances on patrons in the audience. Keeping my eyes averted from the sensual dance happening right in front of our table so my cock doesn’t grow any larger, I notice a few girls leading customers off, and I can only assume they are heading to the VIP rooms for a private dance.
Suddenly the whole place literally thumps once with a deafening bass and strobe light, then the room goes complete black. Startled Bianca makes a small yip and sits back in her chair. The room is quiet for a split second, then "THUMP, THUMP. THUMP, THUMP." Scanning the room during the strobe flashes, I see that all the dancers are heading out. In silence, Kip leans over to me and says. "Perfect timing. Seary is about to perform."
I lean over to him. "I certainly hope she’s as good as all the hype."
"THUMP, THUMP. THUMP, THUMP.... THUMP, THUMP. THUMP, THUMP." The timing is a heartbeat. Nice! The heartbeat "THUMP" continues matching the song cadence as "Sex" by Cheat Codes & Kriss Kross Amsterdam plays. In the strobes, I see ten dancers in only G-strings and pasties pairing up and posing in different sexual positions, then dancing and rearranging their pairs. Kama Sutra, sweet.
There is one dancer who seems to be the main attraction. I analyze her quickly. She is blonde, yes, and has a great body, including big tits and nice ass, but she isn’t what I was hoping for. She is very good, and her dance skills are superb but definitely forgettable. Still, my dick is enjoying the show. Each loud "THUMP" vibrates it and I put my hands in my lap to stop it.
Our waitress comes up with our drinks and leans over me to place them on the table. Bianca, back in charge, leans forward and practically hisses at her. She smiles at me none the less and I can’t help smiling back. I straighten my leg, and reach in my pants pocket, pull off a couple of bills and tip her tits. She grins and leans down to talk in my ear. "I’ll be back to check on you, big boy, in a little while."
I nod and she disappears. When I look back at the table, Bianca is glaring at me. "What?" I say innocently and reach for my drink.
I can see her mouth moving but because of the loud music, I thankfully can’t hear a word. Kip is clueless. His eyes are feasting on the dancers.
Taking a sip of Crown, I nod my head at Kip. She looks over at him and realizes she isn’t the center of his universe at the moment and she turns her attention back on him. Holding my drink in my lap, I steady my cock again and concentrate on enjoying the show without a hard-on.
As the song ends, the dancers lay lengthwise on the stage, head to head and toes to toes, in a single line, and the big-breasted girl that I assume is Seary crawls over them. Dragging her hair and tits over their abs, she tosses her mane, making it hit their pussies, while she twerks over the faces. The sight is sexy as fuck as she moves down the line. Whoever thought that up knows how to insight arousal. The dancer reaches the end and splays out too. The thumping gradually gets softer and softer while the stage and runways slowly illuminate, dimming the effects of the strobes still matching the bass.
I look at Kip and Bianca. She slid closer to him and hooked his arm so her tits are pushing into it. I smile, lean forward and say. "That was hot!"
"Yeah, it was." Kip agrees.
Bianca reaches for her drink. "It was a good warm up for Seary."
"That wasn’t Seary?"
"Hell no!" Kip exclaims. "That’s the opening act."
"Oh. I didn’t realize that."
Bianca grins over her drink and winks at me. "Get ready to get horny, Baby."
I look back at the stage and take a sip of Crown. Someone has placed a straight back chair on it and two dancers complete with flamingo feathers stand beside it.
The voice of an announcer booms in the room. "We have a birthday boy in the house. Johnny Robinson, please stand up." The crowd erupts with cheers and clapping as a young man at the table next to ours stands. The announcer continues as the dancers carry the chair down the runway inline with where he stands. "Johnny is twenty fucking one!" More cheers and clapping. "You know what that means!" Chants of "Seary’s Hot Chair" start and the announcer says. "Johnny ... if you dare ... take Seary’s Hot Chair."
The THUMP, THUMP, THUMP and the strobes return, but with a different rhythm. Johnny, whose grin is from ear to ear, waves again to everyone, but he shakes his head declining the dare and sits back down at his table.
The crowd yells. "Take the fucking chair! Take the fucking chair!"
Kip leans toward him, cups his hands beside his mouth and chimes in. "Yo, Johnny boy! Take the fucking chair, Brother!"
Bianca rolls her eyes. She leans over and tells me. "He wishes it was him."
Johnny’s friends pull him from his chair and push him onto the stage. The two strippers take him by the arms and guide him to his birthday throne. Before he sits, he flips everyone off, and the crowd roars with laughter. Then he plops down in the chair and finds himself promptly tied to it. He leans his head back and I can see the dread in his body language.
The lights go dark again, except for the beam of a direct spotlight on him, and one circling the curtain on the stage. The crowd goes instantly silent as the THUMP, THUMP, THUMP, and strobes take over. Anticipation is heavy in the air. The tension is thick as the excitement builds, then the plucked notes of an electric guitar fill the room, and I recognize "So Contagious" by Acceptance. Hmm. Interesting choice.
Kip leans over and shouts. "This is going to be good."
But I don’t hear him. The circling spotlight found its target when the curtain was pulled back and a goddess dances onto the stage. I know without a doubt, this is Seary! Staring at her, spellbound by her beauty, my mind goes blank and the words of the song think for me. Wow! This is unexpected! My cock fills with blood. One hand instinctively seizes it, trying to choke the life out of it, while the other hunkers down on my drink and I struggle to get a grip on myself. She boldly bounces onto the stage to perform for a crowd of drunken fools, but her graceful movement belies her occupation and I recognize a gifted and talented dancer before me. She moves with the elegance and poise of someone who could, and probably should, be dancing on a larger, grander scale. She is perfection in motion.
I sit motionless, completely spellbound and locked down tight in my seat, not wanting to miss a thing. Appreciating that e
very moving part of her beautiful body is in total rhythm to the beat. Right down to the smallest nuance of the melody. She is incredible.
Her costume, or rather the lack of, is breathtaking in its simplicity. She is not wearing a single piece of cloth, but rather she is wrapped in small gold chains. Her skin tone is healthy and natural. Not a fake salon tan, but sun kissed with a faint tint of red. Her tan accentuates the gold chains that reflect the light from the intense spotlight, highlighting her voluptuous body. As she moves and flows, dancing toward me heading to Johnny, her breasts stir my lust even further. They are perfectly proportioned and symmetrical, but they are moving and flowing, bouncing up and down, jiggling out the top of a gold bodice like only natural tits do. My tongue touches the corner of my lip and plays there. The thought of sucking, soft, little pieces of her velvety skin between my lips, to lick then graze with my teeth, draw my balls up tight as they fill with cum.
Little gold chains are wrapped around her long graceful neck and her platinum blonde hair is drawn high in a ponytail that sways from side to side with each strut, held in place by a single gold ribbon. I know she knows how to do a hair flip that will take your breath away.
A gold chain G-string and gold stilettos complete her attire. As she mixes her dancing up between erotic and exotic, her body glitters. When your body is that perfect, there are no flaws to hide.
I am unable to take my eyes off her, unable to see anything else, and unable to hear anything but the music of her dance as her body literally sings like a siren to me. No woman has ever had this effect on me. She is simply stunning!
When she reaches Johnny, she begins to twirl faster and faster, unspooling the first layer of gold chains, slowly revealing more and more of her beautiful, flawless skin. When she stops abruptly, her tits are barely covered, and they rebound from the velocity. The mounds of mass float under her skin in a sexy rolling motion as they come to rest in their proper place. Fuck! She is stacked and packed.
She pulls off the gold ribbon holding her hair and shakes her blonde mane out, letting it float like a cloud down around her shoulders. Then she takes the ribbon and twirls it, making it float in the air as she dances under it. Doing a couple of spinning hair flips that does indeed take my breath away.
She is breaking me down. So fucking contagious. Making me ache all over. My gut clenches and I battle my full hard-on throbbing in my jeans.
Then she kneels on the chair, straddling Johnny’s lap and hovers over him, dominating him. Her tits inches from his face. The sight of her pussy being spread wide open lights my cock up! I bite my tongue and hold my breath, as a wave of lust racks my whole body.
Then she ties the gold ribbon around his neck and the other end to the chains still tightly bound around her breasts. I swallow hard wanting to see those tits naked. She leans closer to him, dropping her head down so her hair engulfs his face, and I wonder what she smells like in that moment. She lifts her arms like a swan, then drags her hair off his face as she arches away, slowly bending her back, reaching for her heels, tightening the chains as she gets further away. Her hair falls off her tits and hangs down off her head. I’m impressed with her flexibility and that pose sends my mind dreaming of Kama Sutra positions we could enjoy together. When she grabs her stiletto’s, the chains bust, letting the remnants of the corset melt down her hard abs, sliding into a pile of gold on Johnny’s lap. He is one lucky, son of a bitch, birthday boy having that gift unwrapped like that.
Then as she begins arching back up, my gut tightens into a hard knot. Her breasts are bared for all to see. Fucking A! That is fucking HOT! Her areolas are painted with gold dust and her nipples are taut! The sight of them makes everything inside me burn hot. My tongue runs quickly back and forth over my lip. What I wouldn’t give to flick those nipples and suck those tits! Plump, full, round, soft and firm, they are begging for attention.
When she pushes them together, then jiggles them up, and down in opposite directions, a soft desperate moan escapes my lips. What I wouldn’t give to fuck those! My cock throbs wanting to be between them. They are perfect!
Johnny leans his head down trying desperately to sink his face in them. The thought of him touching her causes my jaw to clench and that primal something that lives just under the surface, dangerously wants me to jump up onto that stage, jerk her off him by her hair, smash my fist in his face, then drag her off somewhere to fuck for as long as I can and as hard as I can, pounding her pussy, gorging myself on her breasts, knowing once will not be enough.
She drops her tits, puts her fingertips on his forehead and pushes his face away. Then she stands up, spins around and sits on his lap. Fuck! Johnny lets out a frustrated roar and tries to get his arms loose. Thank god, the motherfucker is tied to that chair. If he touched her right now, I would fuck him up, and enjoy it.
She stands, blows him a kiss, then dances straight to me. Her perfection fills my mind completely. Golden tits freely moving in rhythm with her stride. She stops at the edge of the stage and my eyes devour her gorgeous golden tips. Then she looks down, scanning the crowd and I see her face for the first time. Her eyes are light green and her features are Norwegian. Her lips are a dark soft pink and a wave of passion washes over me. I wonder what her sweet lips taste like and if her nipples and pussy are the same color.
She looks out at the darkness to connect with the crowd, yet she is unable to see anyone. She smiles a beautiful smile, full of gentleness, and hope. Her happiness radiates her face, giving her a glow.
She turns away, and my eyes drop to devour her ass. It is as spectacular as the front. She grabs the stripper pole and flings her legs up, pushing herself upside down, she does one complete revolution, then drops into a squat on her perfect ass. Holding onto the pole, she leans her torso away, and lets her pussy bump and grind it. Everything in me wants to feel her doing that to me.
Standing again, she struts away, back to the birthday boy, and I watch her butt cheeks roll as she goes. They are powerful glutes. Perfect for pounding!
When she arrives, she does the unthinkable. She takes her shoes off, then puts her foot between his legs, and rubs his hard-on. Oh fuck! I can feel her toes massaging his dick. Pre-cum seeps out of my cock. I push it down and shift in my seat. Then she firmly grasps Johnny’s chin in her hand, forces his face to hers and leans down. I can feel her kiss. Right before her lips touch, she smiles, then turns his face away. She whispers in his ear and he grins big. I image the feeling as the soft flesh of her lips presses into mine, and her sweet breath on my face, as she times her kiss on his cheek perfectly with the end of the song.
The spotlight goes off.
Silence and darkness again fall on the crowd. My senses already tuned in and hyped up, listen to hear for her retreating footsteps, but I only hear the sounds of people shifting in the audience. No one is talking. Then I pick up on the sounds of footsteps approaching and see out of the corner of my eye the same two dancers in flamingo feathers untying Johnny and helping him back down to his table. His friends stand and pat him on the back or knuckle bump him when he arrives. He is all grins. I know where his dreams will come from for a while. Hell, I know where mine are going to come from, from now on.
I drain my glass and place it on the table, then I rise and pull my pants down at the knees so my balls, full of cum, can move without being pinched. I need a bathroom break.
THUMP, THUMP, THUMP. The song "Beautiful Drug" by the Zac Brown Band begins as four spotlights from the four corners of the room circle the crowd to the music. Like everyone else I look around, searching for her. Then with the opening words about a death wish, the beams converge at the very top of the stripper pole.
"Wow." I say as the crowd collectively gasps. Seary is positioned at the very top, doing a split in the air and rotating around it.
She has to be in incredible shape to have climbed that distance and how in the hell did she get that red outfit and shoes on? As the song plays about being high, being addicted, needing a hit of love, and
not wanting to be saved, she spins, doing various splits. When the words say something about letting her hair down, she flips upside down and drops like a rock, then she clamps down on the pole, stopping with a hard jerk. The words mention hair standing up, and I sit there feeling that effect after watching that daredevil move. Damn! Fearless. I stare unable to take my eyes off her and I know everyone in the room is glued to her too. The rest of the song, she owns the pole and the way she moves on it, drives me crazy with thoughts of fucking her. She is so limber and strong. Fuck we could have fun! When she gets to the landing, she lightly touches down and I know the song is absolutely right. She is "a beautiful drug" and I’m at risk of being addicted to her.
When the song ends another immediately begins. The runways have filled with dancers and they are swaying to the song, "Loved Me Back To Life." Seary in a red teddy and red heels walks in and out of the girls down the runway, making her way to the stage. When she reaches it, right on cue, they all begin dancing a routine, but she is more expressive in hers. I’m enthralled watching her dance interpretation. Her moves make the words resonate in my heart. I can literally feel her bringing it back to life. It’s thumping harder for her now than my cock is. When the words say strong hands and an open heart, I imagine my hands cupping her body, holding her tight against me and cherishing her like I have never cherished anyone before, allowing her to see my pain. As she dances, I see 'life' spinning across the stage, then she spins into the curtain and vanishes.
For a moment, I’m frozen, then there is deafening applause. I whistle and stand, clapping as hard as anyone else while the other dancers run off the stage.
I turn back to see Bianca, standing on the chair in front of Kip. She spins around to face him, wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling him tight into her chest as she looks down into his face. He gives me a thumbs-up, then puts his hands on her ass and squeezes her butt cheeks.
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