The club is crowded and ordinary, although filled with delicacies for the eye. There are beautiful scantily clad women milling amongst the patrons, some serving drinks, some in a state of undress. The music pulses and in the air hangs the anticipation of the hungry men watching.
From our table we watch, sometimes I only watch you. I take pleasure in catching the eye of a lonely man; occasionally shift myself so my neckline reveals my cleavage more. We exchange observances, the girl with the pretty hair or mouth, which one you prefer, who has fake breasts, who does not.
I choose a pretty, full-lipped dancer; motion her over with a smile. She and I exchange, her squatting at my feet. Occasionally we both turn to you conspiratorially, her dark eyes and my blue ones smiling at you. She places her hand on my bare knee and smirks, her thumb stroking my skin and we laugh together. I flirt with her, complimenting her beauty. She and I rise and as I near to pass you I lean over to your ear, my breathing tingling down your neck, "It is time Darling."
Weaving our way to the back of the room, through the tables of greasy eyed men, I admire the woman's ass in front of me, confident in my choice. We pass through a beaded curtain into a more dimly lit room, the red lights creating a surreal glow on our skin. Flanking the one wall is a long banquette with a few tables and even fewer chairs. The dancer takes your hand and seats you while I find a chair so I can see your face as you watch her. Laying crisp bills on the Formica tabletop I smile, then adjust my skirt up my thighs, giving you a coquettish smirk.
As the next song starts, she cuts figure eights with her body, hands sliding up into her hair, pantomiming desire. You shoot me a look. The song progresses and swaying the bell of her ass she hooks her fingers on the little skirt she wears, lowering it to reveal her pink thong panties. Her ass is breathtaking, perfectly curved peach halves, tight and ready for harvest. I lick my lips involuntarily, and you catch me with a grin.
Another song begins and she turns and shakes her ass in your lap, always careful to not touch you. She dances closer, toying with her bra. Flirting with taking it off. I catch her eye and lay another bill on the table, she answers by removing the satin that cages her breasts. Wiggling, she has captivated you long ago and I am trapped in your satisfaction. Her breasts are small and upturned, the large nipples perked in the air. My clit starts to throb thinking of taking one in my mouth. The dancer watches you with black slit eyes, licking her finger she slides it down her body and traces one nipple then the other, body pulsing with the music.
On the final track she climbs up so she straddles your knees, teasing you with her long hair; her breasts, tongue distance from your mouth. I think of you biting my nipples so they ache, and my hand creeps to twirl circles on my thigh. She preens for your eyes, arching so her ribs can be seen against her skin, nipples jutting into the air. Gyrating on you, she works her witchcraft, and I can see the drunkenness in your eyes. I am getting increasingly wet, and feel a trickle of desire between my ass cheeks. When I lay another bill on the table she stands up and away from you, licking her lips. Winking at me she hooks her thumbs in her thong panties and slowly pushes them down to her ankles. The high heels elongate her calves and ass. Standing with legs splayed she reaches back, making a show of touching her pretty shaved pussy, so close you could touch. I see your fingers twitch as she taunts your more.
When the music shifts she quickly bends once more and pulls up the panties, breasts falling forward, hair tangling down. She smiles ever so sweetly as she picks up the money, tapping it lightly with her long nails. She walks out and leaves us to ourselves.
Alone, I inspect you. It is too dim to see if you are hard, but I can imagine the texture of your cock. So, so soft, straining for my mouth. That little tremor as I release you from the confines of your clothes. Dewy, I can no longer resist and rise to slowly saunter over to you. Limbs weighted with the honey of my desire. My mouth puckered, mirroring other swollen lips.
Standing now, your knees close to my won, I raise my skirt so you may see my shaved pussy. I stroke it with two fingers, slowly so you may witness how wet they come away. Bringing them to my mouth I lick then suckle, all the while holding your gaze. The man in your eyes, raw energy flung into the space between us to touch my skin, hypnotizes me. I know I am playing with fire to tease you.
"Kneel"
