by Mia Madison
I could never fault my mother for her feelings. My father spent a lot of time here, both before and after he purchased the place. Anytime they argued, he’d run here and disappear until the next morning.
She nodded thoughtfully. Her brown eyes were inviting and attentive. She leaned toward me, calm yet completely enraptured in my discussion.
“I learned from him, and my time here, that while most men are looking for a night of fun, the character of the club is determined by the regulars.”
Her eyes glittered in curiosity. “Do tell.”
“Well, it’s like this: the same way you go into a bar, and it has a certain feel to it, the same goes for a strip club. When business is busy and booming, usually Thursdays through Saturdays, you’ll see a strong mix of people. Most of them are here with a party on their minds.”
“Agreed.”
“People are turning eighteen or twenty-one. They’re getting married or divorced. They’re only here for one time events. It’s the people who come daily, rain or shine, that build up the atmosphere of the place. People like Jack - first Lena’s, now Trixie’s customer - who find something comfortable about this place and aren’t afraid to call it home.”
“This club is my father’s legacy. It’s what he left behind to take care of my mother,” he said. “It’s not really what I want to spend my life doing, but again, sometimes there’s things you do because they need to be done.”
“Your brother can manage it, right?” She offered. “That should offer you the freedom you want.”
“He can’t.” I sighed. “He’s got a full time family. He’s an attorney. He’s our legal arm of the business. He’s got no time to spend here.”
To be honest, he’s the brains of the family. My father would turn over in his grave if my brother gave up his honorable profession to manage this place. I was struggling as an average student. I never really had a clear picture of my future. This, whether I liked it or not, was my destiny.
“How does your mother feel about this?”
“She deals.” I shrugged. “She gets a nice deposit in her bank account every month. She also lives with the satisfaction that no woman can lay claim to her husband’s assets.”
She looked like a sexy angel in that glittery bodice and gown. I lifted her hand, and turned it up so the pulse point on her wrist was exposed.
I leaned in to sniff her, and recognized that cozy woody scent of hers. I envied the way her fragrance clung to her skin, sweet and possessive. I yearned to cling against her in the same manner.
“Mmm, fuck.”
“What?”
“You.” I kissed her wrist. “You look so beautiful. You feel so soft. You smell so good.”
She blushed. I tilted her chin up with the crook of my finger and confessed. “There are a lot of beautiful women here, but you’re the one who’s caught my attention.”
Her breath hitched as she inhaled my confession. “Why me?”
“You’re natural.”
“Natural?”
My eyes settled on her body, starting from those tiny, perfectly polished toes, caressing her nipped waistline, and sinking deep into those gorgeous breasts encased in that fabric. I yearned to see them, suck them with such attention that their flavor embedded itself in my tastebuds.
“You’re natural. Natural breasts, natural butt, natural legs, natural hair.” I caressed the baby soft skin on her jawline as I observed its magnificent sheen. “Natural beauty.”
My cock stiffened as we looked at each other. Her pupils dilated in a manner that let me know I was getting to her. Good. I wanted to get to her. I couldn’t place this unfamiliar longing I felt, but I wanted her. I needed her tuned in, tapped in, and turned on.
Open, and vulnerable - to me, and only me.
15
Blair
Cam looked at me like a starving man eating his last meal before the electric chair.
His dark eyes were intense, ravenously surging their way up and down my body. He eyed my breasts so hard I thought he would drool, and the way his pants began to tent let me know he enjoyed every ounce of what he saw, as well as our connection.
This was what I lived for when it came to dancing. Dancing in and of itself was alright. It was an opportunity for me to release the erotic creature inside me, and make a few dollars. But if there were anything I really enjoyed about this game, it was connecting with men, and seeing what went on inside their minds.
Cam was a very guarded, self-protected man. He ran the show, and didn’t have any leaders showing him the way. But underneath that leader’s facade was a reluctant man locked inside his father’s legacy.
Becoming the owner of a strip club was one thing if that’s what you wanted to do. It’s something totally different when you’re motivated to continue a legacy that both paid and pained your family.
“Goddamn, Kitten.” He growled. “You have no idea how fucking hot you are.”
“You’re quite handsome yourself.” Flashed with a wave of bold audacity and desire, I tickled the underside of that thick, short cut beard and remarked, “It’s actually surprising you’re single.”
“Ha,” he chuckled. “Women don’t date men in this business. Unless they’re dancers. I’m not interested in dancers.”
That stung for some reason.
“I’m interested in you.” His eyes darkened with lust.
“You just said…”
“You’re not like the other dancers.” He pulled me close to him. Edging himself toward the end of the seat, he patted his lap. “Come here.”
Obediently, I complied without argument. My pussy was dripping through my g-string, hot for bodily contact.
As I straddled him, leg over thigh, I felt the erotic pressure of my clit pressed against that growing bulge. I sighed, lightly releasing some of the delicious tension I felt between my legs as I made myself comfortable on his crotch. He wasn’t even fully hard, and he was thick.
Fuck. One night with that cock - just one - would put the silent pleas for dick my pussy screamed for whenever I stood still long enough to let her speak.
Inability to deal with disappointment kept me single.
My last boyfriend promised we would keep in touch throughout college, but that was before the first semester started. He ghosted after the first month, and it wasn’t long before I realized he’d moved on and left me in the dust.
Instagram posts declaring your love for the next girl was his way of helping me get the hint. Lesson learned.
My heart wasn’t a game, and my body wasn’t a convenience, so I resolved to control my passionate desires until I met someone who fully understood me, and wanted what I wanted. College boys just didn’t have that level of maturity I sought.
The man in front of me? Something in my entire body vibrated with desire, screaming that he did, even though it was clear he was much older than me. He had to be in his thirties, like twice my age.
He was perceptive of others, sensing things most people didn’t see. He was protective, evidenced by the way he let me wait in his office instead of outside in the parking lot while Trixie worked her last session.
He also provided a sense of security. I felt safe in his presence. If he were this protective and safe as my boss, I could only imagine how much more comforting, soothing, and secure he would be as my man.
You could count on a man like him. You were safe with him. Safe was sexy, because you could open up in so many ways…
But this felt so crazy. He was my boss. He had to be twice my age. We’d only connected like this since last night. This was happening too fast, too soon. My brain couldn’t make sense of this - this natural connection that fired up my nerves, yet also made me feel more connected to him than I had anyone in the past few years.
Cam wrapped his thick, muscular arms around me and cupped my butt cheeks. Sensation tingled in my skin and penetrated the depths of my soul when he did that. My eyes lowered, and I released another soft moan.
This was
my VIP. I was the dancer. I was supposed to be in control. But there isn’t any control to be had when a tall, handsome man like Cam slides his tongue out, connects it at the base of your neck and drags it up the side, nipping your jawline lightly.
My back instantly arched when he did that, pushing my breasts into his face. He instantly drew his attention toward my breasts, nipping them through the fabric, causing my back to twist as I let out a moan.
“Damn, baby.” He groaned. I felt his cock jerk beneath me. “You have no idea how badly I want you.”
I don’t remember who moved first, but our lips crashed against each other. His firm hands squeezed my ass gently as our tongues explored each other.
I groaned into his mouth, feeling my clit throb as sexual tension coiled between my legs. His erection jerked beneath me, and I began to rock myself back and forth on it. Yeah, dry humping’s for teenage virgins, but it was the least I could do to alleviate the mounting pressure threatening to make me explode. If he didn’t before, he was destined to leave this room with a snail trail on his crotch.
“I can smell your pussy,” he whispered. “You smell delicious. I know you probably taste even better.”
I melted under those slick words. Steadying myself with one hand, I split the gown open, exposing the juicy wet crotch of my g-string. Mmm, fuck, even I could smell myself and yes, my pussy smelled fucking beautiful. She was natural, no Summer’s Eve or crazy fruit scented body sprays. Just a clean diet, and strong pheromones.
My finger hooked into my panties and I rose up on my haunches just enough to slide two fingers down my slit. Bringing those soaking wet digits into view, I lightly held them under his nose. His eyes narrowed to slits as he inhaled, and he slapped an ass cheek before grabbing both and sucking the juices off my fingers.
“You are fucking delicious, just as I thought.” He slapped my ass. “Stand up on this couch. I want you to sit on my face.”
I’d never been one for spontaneity. I was careful and controlled. But passion overrode my sensibilities. I wobbled on the couch, attempting to give him what he needed. He held one leg in place, and I used one hand to balance myself on his shoulders, but eventually, we realized the logistics were ridiculous, especially in consideration of my heels digging into the couch.
“You have gorgeous toes,” he said. He pulled off both shoes and sucked on each one of my toes, causing me to writhe. My clit screamed for attention, and my fingers found their way to my pussy, which ached for release as he brought each toe to his lips and sucked them like tiny clits.
“No… that’s my job when you’re in my presence.” He pushed my hand out the way, and adjusted so his lips were aligned to my pussy.
Without time to waste, he pushed his tongue against my wet folds, forcing me to moan with abandon as he tasted me. It had been so long since a man had savored me, and I felt the full wingspan of appreciation.
Expert licks and sucks from his masterful tongue made their way all over every inch of my pussy. I squirmed, fighting against the way my body melted, still daring to feel some kind of naughtiness because this was my boss, and not some random client.
Not that I’d ever let a client have their way with me like this.
Refusing to let me escape, Cam’s arms locked me in a brace against the couch. The only thing I could do was place my hand on his head and direct him to the spots I wanted him to explore with his mouth.
“Relax, and let me make you come, babydoll,” he ordered. “I want to feel you explode on my tongue.”
He slid two thick digits into my pussy, and I swooned. His fingers alone were thick enough to feel like the average man’s cock, except with more dexterity and skill.
“Fuck that feels so good,” I moaned. “That feels so fucking good.” I felt my body release a fresh flood of juices underneath his touch. He was eating me alive with pleasure, and I was surrendering to the experience.
“Cum for me baby,” he moaned. His fingers curved and pressed into my g-spot as he begged. “Let that sweet pussy cum down on my hand and melt into my mouth.”
His voice was husky, filled with desperate need to feel me let go in his arms. My eyes had been mostly rolled in the back of my head during this experience, but something told me to look at him. When I did, I saw the hunger in his eyes, the quiet desperation for me to obey his request, and that was it.
My cunt pulsed, and another flick of his thumb on my clit sent me writhing wildly.
“I’m cumming…” I gasped, before losing control and melting into a series of ooohs, aaaahs, and fucks for decoration.
He groaned in my ear, encouraging me to keep coming as he stirred my pussy, churning his finger in and out of my wetness as I continued to come on him.
16
Cam
Breathless and spent, Blair collapsed against the couch. I watched as she luxuriated in the sweet sensations running through her body. Her eyes were half-mast, lids heavy with relief and exhaustion.
My cock was raging for release, but she looked so captivating, I just wanted to hold her.
I pulled her into my arms. “How do you feel?”
“Incredible…” Her voice was soft and breezy.
I kissed her lips, giving her a taste of her sweet flavor, and then kissed her forehead. She sighed and closed her eyes, hands clasped around my forearms, as if she didn’t want to let me go.
How could something feel so perfect and insane at the same time?
“Cam?”
“Yes?”
“Do you need me to return the favor?”
“What?”
“Do you want me to make you cum?”
She yawned, deep and expansive. I could tell she was nearly wiped out. Yet here she was asking if she could suck my cock.
My cock stiffened even further. Fuck yes, I wanted those lips on my cock. But I wanted to inhale the fragrance of her woody scent, natural oils, and the sweat I’d forced out of her.
“I want you to bask in the pleasure I gave you.”
“… I want to suck your cock.”
My eyes bugged a little.
“Babydoll, that’s… unexpected.”
“Unexpected? What just happened with us was unexpected. Besides, isn’t that what you want? You’ve said it’s been a while since you’ve dated…”
I felt her breasts press up against me. Hard nipples pushed into my torso and I groaned. The Devil was a liar.
“Can I suck it, babe?” She purred. Her eyes were low, but I could hear a lift in her voice. She was coming back to life. “Can I suck that thick cock so you can come too?”
My eyes rolled as tension coiled in the shaft of my cock. Good fucking grief, what it felt like to have someone young and sweet, pure and restrained, opening herself up and begging to suck my cock.
I fixed my lips to say no. I didn’t want it to happen this way.
“Yes.”
I said no. My mouth said yes.
“Come on babydoll. Suck my cock.”
I can’t determine what brand of demon invaded my body and fished my cock out, but before I knew it I’d freed myself and held my cock at the base.
It took everything in me to keep from pushing the top of this gorgeous angel’s head between my legs. The way she begged to suck my meat, engulf my cock with her mouth, had me turned all the way on.
She planted a kiss on the head of cock, looking up at me with those gorgeous brown eyes. She purred lightly before sucking on my swollen member. My toes curled when she stroked the underside of my shaft with her tongue.
Just as I’d fantasized, she was an expert cocksucker, moving her head up and down the hard length of my shaft with focused precision, even though she nearly choked on me a few times.
I gently cupped her hair, grabbing a handful of those rich brown locks. Running my fingers through her scalp emblazoned my senses with the sensuality of her body. She was completely silky from head to toe.
“Fuck, babydoll.” I gasped, making a fist to contain myself. I was tempted to
bite it in order to maintain self-control. There was a part of me that really wanted to grab the top of her head with both hands and face fuck her.
She was too beautiful for that. Unless she begged me to do it.
“You have such a mouthful,” she said. “Your cock is so big…”
“The more for you to suck on darling,” I groaned. My eyes were low as slits. My hands slithered to the top of her décolletage, and my fingers slid into her bodice to roll themselves around her nipple. I could feel it tighten under my touch, and my mouth watered in anticipation of getting one in my mouth.
She reached for my balls, and my thighs split open further, granting her direct access to my sack. Sloppy kisses accompanied with dreamy moans wet my balls, and I felt them tighten in response.
I groaned at the luscious lick she’d given up the nutsack to the tip of my cock, which was sticking straight in the air. Precum oozed from the tip. She dipped her small pointy tongue in the piss-slit, swirled its tip in my cock hole and lapped up the salty precum pushing through the shaft and dribbling off the top.
“Nasty girl… go ahead and suck on it like you told me you wanted to.”
She obediently opened her mouth, unhinging her jaw like a snake to swallow me whole. I laid back and reveled in the delight of feeling my fantasy come to life. She sucked me whole and deep, while I let my cock revel in the experience.
I reached down, angling my fingertips to reach her nipples again. They were hard and tight, and the breasts felt soft and weight in my hand, angelic and sinful at once.
“Pinch them,” she moaned. I complied with her demand and pinched them, one at a time. This elicited moans from her that sounded naughtier than any PornHub actress. Her tits continued to bob and sway as she continued sucking me.
“Relax…”
She didn’t have to tell me twice. I leaned back and held my breath, allowing my hips to move up and down as she sucked on my turgid length. Her throat got wetter and wetter with every passing moment. She suctioned me with gusto, moaning as her head bobbed up and down.