This story is mostly about a relationship between two women, a man, and their kids. If you're looking for lots of BDSM, find another story.
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George lay there on the bed, tugging helplessly against his restraints, looking up at Hypnotic and Summer, wondering how long they would embrace and kiss. Not that he minded watching them, but their cigarettes dangled loosely from their clasped hands above his chest. They hadn't dropped their cigarettes yet, but there was always a first time.
Sometimes Hypnotic and Summer embraced for so long that they let ashes fall. While it wasn't painful, he didn't care for ashes all over his chest and the bed. It was bad enough that they kept the heavy glass ashtray between them on George's stomach. When either of them put a cigarette out he could feel the heat through the glass. It was hot enough to burn him, leaving a little red mark that went away after a few hours.
Hypnotic stole a quick glance at George. She smiled seeing the look of concern on his face. She enjoyed teasing him, and she enjoyed Sunday mornings when Summer could tease him with her. It was more fun to tease him together.
Summer noticed Hypnotic glancing away from her and at George. She enjoyed embracing and kissing Hypnotic. She wished Hypnotic could be more intimate with her, but she accepted that Hypnotic only kissed and fondled her to tease George. She was happy to have these Sunday mornings with Hypnotic.
George breathed a sigh of relief when Hypnotic and Summer broke their embrace and flicked their ashes in the ashtray. He enjoyed watching them sit naked on the bed and smoke. He remembered the last time he fondled their soft perky breasts, months ago. It was the first time he met them.
George and his son, Logan, vacationed in Columbus, Ohio, so that Logan, then sixteen years old, could attend Origins. Origins was a four-day gaming convention the last week in June that included the Pokemon trading card game national championship. Pokemon was and still is Logan's passion. While Logan was in the convention center playing Pokemon, George paid a visit to Dockside Dolls on Friday afternoon to see if he could have some fun. He walked into a mostly empty, nice club. The second dancer he saw came down and sat with him. She was young and tall, with a cute face. She had a couple of drinks with him, and he decided to take her to the Champagne room for an hour. He had a pleasant time talking with her, but afterwards she changed and went home rather than finish her shift.
George was disappointed to see her leave, but about fifteen minutes later, Hypnotic came over to sit with him. She was an older stripper, a little over thirty. She looked like an Italian pixie with her Dorothy Hamilton haircut. After talking over a couple of drinks, George forgot the first stripper. Hypnotic seemed to really enjoy George's erotic stories, and they had a good time in the Champagne room. Before the hour was up, he gave her his card with his email address and phone number. After he returned to his table, she came over and sat with him between dances. He felt very happy he'd met Hypnotic when he left the club.
The next day, Saturday, George decided to return to Dockside Dolls and spend more time with Hypnotic, if she was working. The club was a little busier. He was pleasantly surprised when he saw Hypnotic on stage. He walked over to the stage to tip her, and she gave him a huge hug. As soon as she got off stage, she came over to where George was sitting and sat down with him. Hypnotic asked him if he wanted to go to the Champagne room. George laughed, and said yes, but he couldn't afford it. Hypnotic sighed, but snuggled with George as he bought drinks and told her his stories.
Summer sat down with George and Hypnotic a little while later. She was a tall slender young woman, with shoulder-length blonde hair. George felt great buying both of them drinks and telling them his stories. Hypnotic would excitedly react to the plot twists, while Summer snuggled in his arm. He wondered if she liked his stories. She told him that she hadn't heard stories like his before, and she was interested in hearing them.
Hypnotic came back to George's table after dancing on stage and told him that she'd been talking to the manager, and he agreed that George could take both of them to the Champagne room for the same price as one stripper. George thought about it and decided to spend the $600 for another hour in the Champagne room.
Hypnotic and Summer were happy, even with half the money, because they didn't have to dance while they were in the Champagne room. George sat on the sofa between Hypnotic and Summer, fondling their breasts and playing with their thighs while he told his stories and they smoked. When Hypnotic excused herself to go to the bathroom, George found out that Summer was nineteen and a year into nursing school. George was so happy sitting and talking with Hypnotic and Summer that he paid for two hours with them, which took them to the end of their shift.
George left the club happy and poorer. There's an old saw, "A woman may fake orgasms, but a man can fake a relationship." Well, a stripper that can fake a relationship spends more of her time in the Champagne room, and Hypnotic was one of the best George had met. He'd been disappointed in the past with strippers that insisted they would email and then blew him off. He had a great time with Hypnotic and Summer, but didn't expect that they would contact him, especially since he didn't live in town.
George was pleasantly surprised when both Hypnotic and Summer emailed him separately a couple of weeks after he returned home. He emailed them back with the URL to his stories. Once or twice a month either Hypnotic or Summer would email him, telling him about what they were doing and what was going on in their lives, and he would reply with what was going on in his life. George appreciated the email exchanges, thinking he'd probably never see them again, or possibly seeing them next summer when he returned to Columbus.
George would have thought right, except that six months earlier Columbus passed a law making strip clubs non-smoking. One cold fall day, Hypnotic and Summer were standing outside the back door, smoking.
Summer looked at Hypnotic. "I don't know how long I can put up with this shit."
Hypnotic squeezed her arms together. "I know. It's only October and it's cold as hell out here already. But what can we do?"
Summer rubbed Hypnotic's shoulders. "We could find out if George was serious about us moving in with him."
Hypnotic sighed. "That again. Give it a rest."
Summer put her hands on her hips. "You mention George and his stories once a week at least. You know you like him."
Hypnotic shivered. "But he's so much older than me. I don't know if I could live with him."
Summer put her arms around Hypnotic. "Fuck, he's older than my dad, but cuddling with him beats standing out in the cold."
Hypnotic smiled. "If you like him so much, you ask him to let you move in."
Summer rubbed her hands on Hypnotic's arms. "I'm tempted with this cold weather. I don't think he's all that interested in me. I'm sure he'd prefer the both of us. His kinky stories really turn you on. Me, I just like hearing them."
Hypnotic felt her pussy twitch. "Mmm, you're right. His stories turn me on a lot."
Summer took a puff of her cigarette and smiled. "Exactly. Imagine how much fun it'd be to live with someone with an imagination like that."
Hypnotic put out her cigarette. "You're right. Shit, what have we got to lose?"
Summer shivered. "Standing in the fucking cold, that's what."
Hypnotic and Summer laughed as they went inside to warm up.
George opened his eyes when he felt his cock being stroked. He saw the look of concentration on Summer's face, stroking his cock up and down. He knew that she'd stop before he came, but that didn't stop him from enjoying the sensation. He felt his hips buck as an orgasm approached. He was a few seconds away from coming when she released her grip and stretched her fingers.
Hypnotic laughed. "You're getting better at cock teasing, Summer. He was pretty close."
Summer grinned. "Thanks Hypnotic."
Hypnotic looked at George. "Nice to have you back. What were you daydreaming about?"
"Nothing much, Hypnotic. Just thinking about when I met you and Summer."
Hypnotic smiled. "Tell us one of your stories."
Summer clapped her hands. "Yes, a story."
George cleared his throat as Hypnotic and Summer snuggled on each side of him. He waited until they settled in before starting. "Well, there were these two cruel bitches that loved to tease this older man. They tied him to the bed and teased him by embracing while he watched and by playing with his cock but not letting him..."
Hypnotic sat up and slapped George's cock hard. "Very funny. It's not smart to talk shit about someone when they have him tied up and can do anything to him that they want."
Hypnotic got a cigarette and put the ashtray back on George's stomach. She lit the cigarette, took a puff, and got up. She returned to the bed with a pair of wooden clothespins tied together with an eighteen-inch length of yarn.
"Since you think we're such cruel bitches, I don't want to disappoint you." Hypnotic pinched each of George's nipples and put the clothespins on while Summer cuddled beside him watching, wide-eyed. Summer felt George wince as the clothespins pinched his nipples.