Music pounding through the cavernous room. Bright lights on the cat walk, as the men dance down around the pole. Rhythmic gyrations and choreographed steps, as they strip off their clothes... bit by bit. It is better than the movie... No drama and far more action. On platforms against the wall more men sway to the beat. They are dressed in the briefest of spangled underwear, or leather g-strings.
I make my way to one of them, dollars in my hand. He tucks the money in his shorts and then places my hands high on his chest.... Ahhh, so I can touch?!! That is all the consent I need. My hands roam down his muscled body, fingers teasing across his nipples. I would love to twist and pinch them.... But this is not that kind of place... Not my playground. His nipples bead as I thumb them again... then my hands roam down his stomach and around to his low back. He turns and kneels on all fours, so I can stroke his back and ass. I resist the urge to raise my hand and lay into those taut muscular cheeks. So damn spankable! I marvel at how well he read me. None of the dancers are kneeling like this, for the other women here.
Time to take a tour of the velvet purple wonderland in back. I pick a tattooed cowboy and wave my twenty at him. Hand in hand he leads me through the crowd. Settled in against the plush cushions, I let my hands roam his body. I run my finger nails down his back as he sways above me. Then his back is to me, ass in my lap. Reaching around, I run my hands down the length of his chest and stomach, onto muscled thighs. His taut body feels so good... I press my lips against his back and come away tasting the salt on his skin .... They have been dancing for hours. He bumps his hip up against my crotch, gentle thump, thump, thump, to the beat.
Nearing the end of the night... I am waiting by the crowded cat walk for a dancer to crawl my way... he is taking too long, so I walk away. And there you are, on a circular platform, in the middle of the room. Red, white and blue lycra short shorts that cup your ass. Blond hair and a black cowboy hat. Another cowboy, I laugh to myself.... Well, we are in Wyoming! You're not as tatted up as my first cowboy. I remember you did a fun strip tease earlier in the evening... to some country song, and then you disappeared. You are now trying to shoo off two young women who are hanging around like groupies. They are pretty girls, and I wonder why you are looking so annoyed. But your face lights up when you see me approach. Why did I wait all evening to meet you? You tuck my bills into your waist band like an afterthought, as you eagerly move in to dance for me. Face close to my ear, you ask my name, and then offer yours. Your body is pressed lightly against mine as you lean over, and I can smell your masculine cologne. Delicious! My hands are on you from the start. Grabbing, squeezing, gliding. You are smoother than the other men... with tighter muscle. When your pelvis bumps forward against my thigh I can feel that your cock is hard.
Closing time, and you flag me over for a drink. Can I wait a minute, while you change? Word has it that you run this joint. I watch you head down a hall toward an office. The other dancers move back stage to the changing rooms. Waiters, workers, and girlfriends are drifting into the bar area to get their after-hours drinks. I follow you down the hall. Pausing to unlock the door, you hear me behind you. Not looking back, you stop in your tracks, door ajar. I can hear you breathing.
Abuzz with desire, I close in on you. Arms wrapping around your body, I press my hips and pelvis against your lycra clad ass. Hands roaming your chest and belly, I let me fingers nails scrape roughly across your nipples.
"I'm out of ones" I say, my face and chest against your muscled back.
"That's OK" you murmur urgently, still not moving. My hand moves down to rub your hard cock, and stroke your balls through the thin material. A shiver runs through your body. The cloth is wet where a drop of pre-cum has soaked thru. You are compliant in my arms, so I press you forward with my body, pushing us through the open door.
Once inside, I shut it, then continue to stroke your cock from behind. You are panting and thrusting slightly against my hand. I step away. You stay where I left you, head back, breathing hard. I spot a straight back chair by the desk. "Sit" I command, pointing. You hasten to comply, looking up at me with questioning eyes. Your cock is tenting the tight shorts. I take off your hat.
Straddling your legs, I sit over your lap, staring down into your face. My hands roam your chest, fingers finding your nipples. Tweaking and twisting them roughly, I watch your response. Sucking in ragged breaths, your hands grip the edge of the seat. I reach up and grab a handful of hair, yanking your head back, so I can kiss you. I rape your mouth with my tongue. I feel you kissing me back, hesitant at first, then more passionately. You taste like cinnamon. The smell of your cologne is intoxicating. I fuck with your nipples some more, watching you groan and writhe under me.
"Standup" I say, climbing off of your lap. "Strip." You are moving almost at once, standing to slide off the shorts. Your muscular ass flexes as you bend to get the shorts off over knee pads and boots. "Shoes too?" you ask in a whisper. "Everything" I reply. You make quick work of removing the remaining items.
Naked now, you stand up straight, for my inspection. Chest out and arms at your side... Legs slightly apart... Your cock is jutting out in front of you, saluting me, tip glistening.
"Who trained you so well?" I ask.
"No one ever trained me..." you murmur, blushing. "You're a natural" I say, as I walk around your body, running a hand down your muscled back. It comes to rest on your ass.
"Thank you.... I think" you say with a slight chuckle, voice a little surer... The first hint of the confident man from the dance floor.
"How far do you want to go?" I ask, hand still on your ass.
"As far as you want to take me." You turn your head, to look at me.
"You don't know what you're asking for" I reply, my turn to chuckle now.
"No I don't" you admit, but your cock is jerking, and your breathing is becoming heavy again.
Moving the chair away from the desk, I sit down.
