by Alexis Angel
“How am I, baby?” she asks, wiping the spit from her mouth.
“Huh? Oh, uhh,” Jason looks down at her. “Keep going, I’ll let you fucking know, okay?” I suppress my own laugh as he shoves her head back under the table.
This is why I love the Honeypot. No boundaries inside these fours wall.
“Alright, that’s fine,” I tell the stripper, ready to push her off my cock. This isn’t doing it for me. I’m about ready to stand up when I hear a door slam shut. Alex, Jason, and myself all turn to look at the source of the noise.
And there she is. This placed is called the Honeypot, and that girl … she’s the honey.
We are graced to see Zeva walking out onto the main stage in a tight black dress showing off every curve of her fantastic body. She steps up to the pole sensually, tossing her hips from side to side to tease every onlooker staring in the club.
And everyone is staring.
We all watch carefully as she peels her dress off, moving and swaying to the music. Then, she takes a quick spin on the pole that leaves us reeling, and you can almost feel the temperature inside the Honeypot rising.
“Fuck. What I wouldn’t do for even just a day with her,” Jason says quietly.
The girl on Alex’s lap lets out a light yelp. “Did you just get that much harder in me?” Alex only responds by shoving her off. He tosses her a wad of cash and shoos her off while pulling up his pants. She looks incredibly offended, but still scoops up the money before storming off in a huff. Of course.
“Yeah, you can drop that notion,” Alex says. “Being the daughter of the MC president means something … even if he’s dead.”
“Yeah, but you gotta admit, a virgin that fucking hot makes you want her even more,” Jason says, pulling up his own pants over his cock, pushing the dancer that was deep throating him out of the way. She looks incredibly disappointed. She looks up at him with pleading eyes but he ignores her completely, so she walks away.
“Hey, we’re talking. Go get a drink or something, okay?” I say to the girl who's been dribbling over my lap. I tuck my cock back into my jeans and toss a wad of money at her. She snatches it up with a shrug and walks over to the bar.
I turn to the two. “A virgin stripper though, yeah? Can’t be as innocent as she comes off when you talk to her, I think. I’ve seen the eyes she gets when she looks at a real man.” I glance down at my cock for emphasis before looking back to Zeva.
Alex and Jason can talk about her all they want, but I really know how to work a girl. There’s more than just a single worn out stripper begging for my cock. Girls throw themselves at me for just a chance to run their fingers down my abs. Hell I’ve walked into a room and had a man’s wife of 10 years hanging off my bicep in five minutes. And the little bitch boy thanked me for ‘kick starting his wife’s sex drive.’
Once a girl gets a peek at my bulge, that’s when the panties really drop. All I have to do is walk past a group of girls and I hear moans and squeals. You can practically hear their fucking panties soak right there on the street while they whisper ‘goddamn python’ as I walk past. It’s not like virgins are any different than old whores either. This one old, bald businessman dropped a full grand to get his 25-year-old little daughter laid for the first time. She wasn’t even ugly, just socially awkward. Yeah, I fucked all that awkwardness out of her. Two months later she was in my club begging for another round, and even a job. No way I’d hire her, but it gave me a good chuckle.
Zeva is a different creature, though. It’s not even about the fact that she’s the former president’s daughter. It’s that … well, she’s Zeva.
She’s drop dead gorgeous, and none of us had any idea to what degree … until she finally got talked into standing in when one of the dancers overdosed and ended up in the hospital for the weekend. When she first stepped up on stage she was a bit shy, but when she took that jacket off every single cock in the room hit the bottom of the table they were sitting at. That was when we all knew, including Zeva herself, this is what she was meant to do.
That was also the moment I knew I had to have her.
It’s not about the fuck. It’s about her. She’s perfect; she’s just the right amount of innocent, and she’s a fucking goddess among whores here. Don’t get me wrong, I have plenty of lust for her in my loins, but it’s a mountain I just have to climb.
Zeva
There’s something to be said for getting paid to wiggle your body around. And, boy, do I get paid just being around these horndogs all day!
Moving to the rhythm of the music, free from the restriction of any clothing, and just able to enjoy myself all day; it’s all pretty fantastic, if you ask me. What I truly love, though, is the look in their eyes when they watch me. Seeing them stare, taking in my every move ... A simple drop of my shoulder just sets them off, and that drives me wild.
What does upset me, though, is that everyone treats me like some sort of trophy.
My father was the former MC president, so I’m suddenly the ‘boss’s daughter.’ To make matters worse, he died in action and now I’m treated as a fragile little thing. C’mon—I’m no prude. I have some dirty thoughts, just like the rest of them. I just … haven’t met the right guy yet, I guess?
But, oh, having every eye in the building sure gets me wet though. Some of the guys are actually too shy (even as bikers, if you can believe that), and won’t even stand up until their boner subsides. Other guys flaunt it (not that they always have something to show), but just seeing the way everyone reacts is a huge turn-on.
As I walk in for the day I survey the room like usual, and as always every eye in the house is on me as I take the stage. Three guys in particular catch my eye, though. I immediately recognize the bar owner and new president of MC, but I’ve never talked to him at length. Sitting across from him are the VP and who I think is the sergeant, but it’s hard to tell with one of the girls riding his cock. She does look like she’s having a nice time at least. I’m actually kind of jealous; some days I feel like I just want to fuck every guy in the room. Not that any of them have the balls to do it, anyway.
As I step up to the front of the stage and start my dance I have a higher viewpoint. I take off my clothes and move around the stage, and I see them each dismiss a girl from their table, two of which I hadn’t realized were there, and I get a brief glimpse of three enormous cocks before they’re each tucked away. I feel my knees shake slightly as they stare, and I start to work my dance up even more just for them. I feel my pussy start to leak at the thought of fucking any of them, and I hope I don’t drip down my legs for everyone to see.
Or, at least, everyone but them.
I find my mind taken completely by the thought of these men taking me for my very first time. Images of being bent over, of rocking my hips on top of them, of being pressed down by their thickly muscled bodies, all flashing through my mind. As I twirl on the pole I suddenly get an image in my mind—all three of them shoving their cocks into me all at once. I nearly slip off and fall, completely distracted from my dance. I recover with a deft maneuver, knowing nobody but some of the more seasoned dancers would've even noticed something went wrong.
That moment though … thinking about being wrapped tight by their sweating bodies, their huge cocks thrusting into my sopping pussy, my tight ass, and my throat all at once … oh, it’s just too much. I’m going crazy just imagining it. I’ve never had thoughts like this before, and I’m a little taken aback. Watching them stare up at me, their eyes flickering with every move of my hips, I just can’t help it. I can tell they don’t think of me as some fragile flower like the rest of the guys here.
They know how to handle a woman; I can see that in their eyes. And, God, I want them like I’ve never wanted anyone.
I make eye contact with the president and start to put on a special show, just for the three of them. I start to rub my body more sensually, less of a dance and more just showing off. I twirl on the pole, and then slide down with extreme grace, exchang
ing eye contact with each of the men, grinding my hips on the pole, slowly becoming less and less sensual, and raunchier. I want them to know this isn’t for tips. I can get any amount of ones, fives, and tens from every guy in the club.
This is about much more.
I put my back to the pole and bite my lip as I stare at them. More and more images of them fucking me in every way possible fly through my mind as I slide my ass down the pole. I kneel fully and place one hand on each knee, my knees pointing directly toward their table, and then push my knees open. I do it painfully slow, showing off every inch of thigh to them. I spread my legs to a full 180 degrees, displaying my dripping pussy, and then kick my legs out while still spread to land on my ass. I pull my legs up above my head and wrap my ankles around the pole, showing all three both of my virgin holes, taunting and tantalizing them.
The message is unmistakable.
I’ve heard every joke there is about being a virgin stripper, and I’m getting tired of it. Maybe the issue hasn’t been finding the right GUY but … the right guys? Wouldn’t that just take the cake, a virgin stripper getting fucked by three hardened biker gang guys with what looks like at least 30 inches of cock between them?
It’s looking like three is my lucky number tonight.
Every time the thought passes through my head it’s looking more and more like I need to play the game tonight. What else am I waiting for? I can’t waste a chance like this, right?
Jason
Watching Zeva is absolutely enchanting.
Wade, Alex, and I are all staring, pretty comfortable with the fact that we all have enough tent space pitched in our pants to house an entire Boy Scout troop between us. We quickly realize she’s staring at us, and that she probably has been since well before we dismissed our respective consorts. Not that it’s a huge concern. It’s well known that any of us could pull down any pussy that walks in here, and between the three of us I’m pretty certain everyone but Zeva has worn our cum.
Zeva, though ... she’s a different story. We all want her and it’s no secret. Everyone does, let’s be honest, but she deserves the top. That’s exactly what we are, both literally and figuratively. I’ve been Wade’s right hand almost from the very beginning; it was only a few months after Zeva’s dad died that the dumbass old VP went on a suicide mission trying to avenge him. That’s old news though, and I get the feeling Zeva is tired of playing princess.
To further confirm my guess she starts to put on a pretty different show up on stage. It’s no longer a dance. She’s taunting us. Daring us to do what everyone else is too chicken shit to do. I don’t know about Alex for sure, but Wade and I would gun anyone down for the chance to climb mount V.
We comment back and forth quietly as she puts on her show just for us. It’s not only that she’s gorgeous, but she pulls off moves no other dancer has the gall to even try. Her movements are absolutely perfect. Her dances are just flawless. She knows how to hold the room in the palm of her hand with every motion she makes, and it drives everyone fucking wild.
“Anyone new who walks in here would have no clue she’s a virgin,” I say, finishing my drink.
“I dunno about that. There’s an air about her, even when you first meet her,” Wade replies as he places his own empty bottle next to the four others before they are collected by a waitress. “She shows she’s untouchable. Not just because of her family. It’s herself. She knows who she’s good enough for.”
I shrug and nod. He has a point. She knows she deserves to sit at the top. With us, I’d say.
Her dance ends, much to the bar’s collective disappointment. You can practically hear the amount of fabric straining at its seams in the room. Zeva gathers up her cash, piling it into a bag as usual. There was no way she could ever carry the stacks she normally got. One of the waitresses grabs her bag for her and takes it to the back as she pulls her tight dress on. Personally I like her in those clothes. She knows how to dress to impress, on and off the stage. This time she breaks her normal routine though.
She walks straight to our table.
“You boys don’t look like a few songs are quite enough,” she says, sitting her hip on our table. “Mind if I practice a little with someone in the VIP?”
Alex looks slightly caught off guard. Maybe he didn’t really get the clue as she was staring at us while dripping on the stage.
“I still have a fair amount of cash for the evening,” Alex says. “I was planning to spend a little time in there at some point anyways.”
Wade nods in agreement. “Who would we be to refuse a girl like you, Zeva?”
I just nod in agreement with the other two.
“You’re not gonna make me choose between you big boys, are you?” Zeva says, smiling as she bends over to show off her ample cleavage. Her pale breasts heave with each breath as she studies our reactions. I notice her nipples are at full stiffness from the thoughts she’s having.
We all exchange eye contact. A thousand thoughts and questions are flying back and forth between us silently. Sure, we’re comfortable with each other, but we’re each wondering if the others are as comfortable. Personally I think it’d be a big step in our brotherhood. We’ve shared bloodshed, but a first blood? Not something too many guys can say, huh? Honestly I don’t think sharing is all that bad, and these are my buddies I’m talking about.
My brothers-in-arms.
If I’d share a girl like Zeva with anyone, it’d be them. We come to a silent agreement after a few moments and all nod at her. Her actions and intentions are more than clear; this won’t be your run of the mill lap dance.
“Lovely then,” she says.
She glances over at the bar and nods, and barely a moment passes before one of the waitresses brings us four open beers. Alex and I both take a big swig, and by the time we drop our bottles we realize Zeva has already downed the entire bottle, and winks at our surprise. She really is a true biker princess at heart isn’t she? She just wants to make her body match, and we’re more than happy to do so.
She leads the way for us. Not that we don’t know exactly where the private booth is, or why half the stains in here are where they are, but it’s also about the experience right? We enter the room and take seats with a respectable distance from each other, but not uncomfortably far. Just giving each other some leg room.
This is going to be fun.
Alex
I never expected to try sharing a girl with Wade and Jason.
I’m not completely opposed to the idea; sex is sex, after all. It’s just not what I woke up aiming for this morning. The thing that makes it all okay is Zeva. I’ve never wanted something like this. I’ve never actually desired to fuck a girl. It’s always been pretty effortless. Girls learn who I am and what I do, and I have to pick them up off their knees before they stain my pants.
Zeva is a different creature.
She comes off as innocent (as much as a stripper can, I suppose), but I know there’s more to her than that. Just watching her dance for us proves that. Now she drags us to a VIP room, knowing full well what we do in here… Yeah, a virgin with three hardened bikers? Definitely not how I planned my day out.
Not that I’m complaining.
“Fucking hell, Zeva. How the hell did you manage to stay a virgin all this time?” I say, sipping my drink.
“I always thought the right guy just never came along, you know?” she shrugs. “In the meantime, a biker’s child has to know how to take care of herself. Who knew what I was waiting for was the right three guys?” she giggles and winks.
I pull her over onto my lap.
“Well, we’re caring guys, for sure. We know you’re a virgin, so we want to give you the best experience you can imagine, so we’re gonna be as gentle as three hard ass bikers can be,” I say, stroking her soft thigh. “Of course, that still means we’re gonna fuck all your holes till you can’t walk and cover you in cum. You know what you’re getting into right?”
Zeva bites her lip and nods. I can tell
she’s excited, and not just from the heat from her pussy on my thigh.
“I thought so,” I say. I grab her tit firmly and massage it through her shirt. A gentle moan escapes her lips, her face blushing in excitement both from how she’s being handled and the fact that two other guys are watching, waiting to do the same. She stands up, breathing a little heavy, her nipples poking out against the fabric of her shirt to further betray her arousal.
Zeva walks over to Wade and starts to sway her ass in front of him. He grabs it tight and she smiles, then sits down on his lap and starts to grind on him. She yelps in surprise as she feels his cock grow. Even as a virgin I know she’s seen her fair share, either at work or while taking care of herself with some porn, but not many girls get to see cocks like that. I know full well what Wade is packing, and also that Jason and myself are no different. We’re all too familiar with the look of shock when a girl gets their first feel of it.
She gives Wade one of the more lust filled lap dances I’ve seen in my time, then moves to straddle Jason. He smiles and strokes her arms as she grinds on his lap. She seems a little less surprised and more flattered at his hard cock between her legs this time. She grinds on him, holding onto his shoulders for full balance. He smirks and grabs her ass and grinds her on himself a little rougher.
Zeva dismounts Jason and starts to dance around a little by herself, showing off to each of us in turn. As she dances she slowly pieces off layer after layer of clothing. We’ve all seen her do this more times than we can count, and not once will any of us be tired of the sight. This time is a little different, though. I can tell she has more passion to her movements, and it’s driving me wild. I’ve dreamt of this day, but she always seemed so aloof, even to me. Now here she is, sliding out of her drenched thong right in front of me, staring at me in the eyes, her eyes dripping with lust. I can honestly say I’ve never been harder in my life.