~ Table Dance ~
by The Alias Writer
email: the_alias_writer@yahoo.com
It was the end of my shift. The bar had been packed today with women of all shapes and sizes, getting drunk, hitting on each other, some of them even trying their charms on me? But, that was not how I played, not anymore anyway. There had been a time, when I wouldn't have said no to a pretty face or two, but then I got into a small mishap, yes, I too fell in love, only to be deceived and left with a broken heart. That's when I decided enough was enough, and since that incident, I have pretty much lived the life of a nun, serving only myself pardoning the pun here.
So I was on my way out, when the owner of the club approached me. "Could you do me a favour?" she asked rather coyly. I was about to open my mouth and let her have it, when she continued, stopping me before I could even open it. "Now I know you had a full day and more behind you today, but? this is a special customer and well? I kind of promised her a special treat if she would show up in my bar?" She was looking at me with her best puppy dog eyes she could muster, and so far, that look had never failed.
I was aching all over from running about in the bar for ten hours straight and what she was asking me? well, suffice to say, that was something I had not done in a couple of years, and I knew that I was rusty and not in the best of shapes at this very moment.
She was still giving me that pleading look and with a small laugh I asked her: "How important a customer is she?"
Letting out a long breath, knowing full well she had almost gotten me to agree to pull the stunt she was asking "Very?" Taking my hands into hers and pulling them to her mouth to kiss them tenderly "?she is actually someone I hope to be becoming a partner, bringing in the money to expand our little club here."
"Oh, so you are asking me to solicit myself for money then?" I asked her with the most bewildered look I could muster, knowing full well this was not what she was asking? I only wanted her to plead just a little bit more? after all, this was going to be a HUGE favour for her and she would owe me big time if I pulled it off.
"No, no, no, honey, this is not what I'm asking at all? no, just a dance ok? you done it before" she was getting worried she had upset me now.
"Well, what makes you think me doing a dance for her would actually be a favour to you? " I started " I mean I really am out of shape here?"
She interrupted me "No, I've seen you? I mean you are in good shape" almost biting her tongue for letting that slip, all red in the face now.
I was going to get all the amusement I could out of this now "Oh, so you have been spying on me? Watching me change, have you?"
She couldn't look me in the eyes "No, I just happened to be passing by?"
"Sure you did" I replied, almost unable to keep from laughing.
She was squirming in her skin now; I could see I had made her very nervous and uncomfortable? Not that it was any secret she liked to watch "her girls" when they were changing and not that we minded either, it's just that for some reason, this loud mouthed big butch of a lady was very shy, when it came to nudity versus her.
"Ok, I'll do it." I said with ease.
"What?"
"I'll do it, but don't blame me if your investor decides to take her money elsewhere!" I added, already on my way to change my outfit.
"Thanks luv? she will be waiting in the corner room?" I heard her shouting after me, as I was on my way downstairs to change into my costume for her "money lady".
***
The room was dark, as I entered through the closed curtains on to the "stage". It was actually some larger tables put together as a runway into one of the back rooms for entertaining the "special ladies" as our boss lady called them. These patrons were given special shows by some of the girls working in the club.
Now don't get me wrong, there is nothing shady going on, just some of them or us, since I was once one of them, more exhibitionist ones showing off their "talents" to the paying customers of their own free will, enjoying the experience to the fullest and even getting good tips on the side. But after my little happenstance with my heart a while back, I had not done this, so needless to say I felt a tad rusty.
But, as soon as the music started blasting from the speakers and the coloured lights started blinking in a rhythmic manner, I found myself grinding to the beat on the stage, busily moving towards the lady awaiting on the other end. I was clad only in a short short miniskirt, a leather top and a pair of high heeled boots? after all, this show was for her benefit?
It felt good to be the centre of the attention once again. I was really getting into the mood and by the looks of my customer, so was she. She had tried to be non-chalant at first, but I liked a good challenge so I put even more fire into my act, spreading my long legs letting her peek under my skirt, rolling on the stage, doing some splits, showing some cleavage to her? And before you ask, no, this was not a strip tease, just a dance show. Well basically "just", but I know for certain, that some of the girls had been known to extend their services if so inclined and the "special lady" was to their liking? free of charge of course ;).
I was dancing near the edge of the table, almost at the end of the routine when she bent over the table, motioning me with her finger to get closer. As I bent down, face to face with her, her lips close to my ear: "What would it take for you to part with your panties?" her voice a hot whisper in my ear, sending tingling waves
through my body, landing between my thighs, knowing full well what was happening there.
Well truth to be told, it had been happening almost from the minute her cool façade was shaken and I had seen the obvious want in her eyes.
A willing player now, I was real quick in my answer, even surprising myself: "Well? if it's only the panties you are interested in? nothing" I replied with a sexy smile, almost sure of what she really was after.
Quickly rolling away, I had my thong off in one swift motion, making a few swirls to the music, before tossing them to her. She was real good in catching them, and trying hard to hide my surprise when she started sniffing them, even tipping her tongue on the essence I had deposited on them in abundance during my act.
I felt that same essence? juice of my passion flowing again, freely this time, since my "special lady" had the only hindrance in her grabs and her stunt with them really had me going? I bet she knew that too.
Still able to pull my cool and finish the act, after all, I considered my self a proud professional, the music faded and the lights dimmed, leaving only a red light on the table on, I finished the show with gliding onto a half laying position on my belly in front of her, leaving my half exposed cleavage almost at her eye level.
Looking down, I saw her staring hungrily at them, her tongue darting out, licking her lips. Before I was able to get up, she grabbed my arms and dipped her tongue between the crevice of my breasts, letting it slide slowly, sensually.
Without even realising, I had let out a moan? it felt so good? it had been a while? It's not like I had done this before, no I really hadn't, always left the client after the show? but there was something different about her, something was drawing me to her, and I knew I could not stop what was happening, not that I wanted to either?
Her tongue continued the exploration, getting bolder and bolder, moving down to my nipples, cirkling them with her tongue through the soft leather top. Her mouth covering first the one, then the other, taking small nips with her teeth? eliciting yet another, louder moan from me.
Letting go of my arms, she helped me to a sitting position on the table in front of her my legs dangling over the edge, while she herself was sitting on the chair. I was the proverbial dinner for her? served extremely hot?
Releasing my breasts from their restraint, cupping them in her hands, she started feasting on them, leaving no place untouched. Her tongue circling the pair of them over and under, her tongue on my nipples... Her mouth devouring both of the swollen achy buds one by one, gracing them with her teeth now and again. It felt so damn good, I knew I was busy flooding the table and the aching need was pounding between my legs so bad I heard myself saying please soon enough.
She tore herself away from my breast, which she seemed to be quite attached to and looked at me with a smirk plastered on her face. Oh yes, she was playing me real good, knowing exactly which strings to pull. I guessed she would have me singing praises of her in no time too if the treatment she was giving my breasts was any indication of what she was capable of?
She pulled away from me completely leaving me whimpering of total loss of contact, while standing up, pushing the chair away. She then came standing between my legs, spreading them wider, starting slowly to caress them, all along the shaft of the boots and back up, the inside of my thighs, slowly closing in on the source of the heat she knew was waiting for her touch, stopping just there? near enough, but not touching?
She looked me into my eyes and saw my pleading looks, leaning closer in for a kiss. Our lips touching softly at first, then more and more pressure, her tongue demanding entrance, duelling with mine inside my mouth, our lips crushing into each other, when she dipped her fingers into my wetness, making me twitch, still not letting go?
She was stroking my dripping folds, gliding her fingers back and forth, not forgetting the aching nubbin?
Her tongue inside my mouth, her lips tightly on mine, she finally pushed two fingers inside me after teasing my clit for a while, making me jerk back and loose contact with her hot mouth. She had me in a tight grip with her arm, while pushing in and out with her fingers, placing hungry kisses on my exposed neck with her now free mouth.
All I was able to do was hang in there, enjoying the ride she was giving me, knowing full well it did not take long before I was going to cum? hard?
I felt the walls tighten around her fingers and the pounding between my legs getting harder and harder, knowing I was going over at any second now? when all of a sudden she pulled her fingers out and her mouth away from my flesh. My eyes wide open, staring at her, gasping for air, ready to explode, but no release was forthcoming. She looked at me with the fierce, most hungry look I had ever seen, panting herself too. Standing back, she opened the zipper of her jeans and took out her "tool", dangling the medium sized dildo in front of me, moving slowly back to me.
She was so close, I felt the tip of the "tool" touching my aching centre, as she once more captured my lips with hers for a hungry, passionate kiss, while pushing the dildo inside me. Letting me get used to the size of the tool for a while, before slowly starting a rhythmic pumping? in and out? the pace quickening as our passionate sounds started getting louder. Soon she was pounding hard, flesh on flesh, our clits pounding into each other as she drove the tool deep inside me, letting it linger there before pulling out again. I wrapped my legs around her for more leverage? I needed as much of that tool inside of me as possible, needed her clit grinding into mine? "Yes, yes, yes" was uttered repeatedly as she drove me? Feeling the explosion coming on, from the feel of her I knew she was close too, and for some reason, I wanted for us to cum together, trying to hold on to mine? But finding it impossible, I let go? feeling the most powerful orgasms ripping through me? shouting out my release, I heard hers too? clutching onto each other while the waves ripped through our bodies?
***
I had just finished putting my clothes on after showering. I was talking to some of the girls from the bar when my boss walked in. She took me aside and talked to me in a low voice: "Well, I don't know what you did, but I thank you from the bottom of my heart" she added with a big grin on her face. "The deal went through and I officially have a partner now for this establishment!" she happily announced.
I just smiled at her and said: "Anything for the boss lady, you know that!" and left her staring after me with a wondering look on her face.
As I stepped out from the bar, and started walking to my place, I heard a car horn. Surprised I turned around and saw my "special customer" standing beside a limousine waving at me. I was not quite sure how to react to this, since there had been neither questions nor requests after our heated encounter in the backroom, so I had assumed that was that? but apparently I was wrong, as she started walking towards me?
THE END?
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