Dancing Dallas

"You like that?" Daniella whispered in his ear.

She was in the private room with Trevor, the sandy haired man from the club floor.

He grunted.

It took three minutes of flirting to get him to hand over a fifty for ten minutes of privacy.

He was now sitting on the red velvet couch, the whites of his eyes practically glowing in the dim light. His mouth clenched tightly, concentrating. Daniella was straddling him. She could tell that he was willing himself not to finish inside his pants.

Her hands had his pinned down against the seat of the couch. Her lips were softly dragging across his left ear while her hips worked their magic. She liked to move in circles, applying gentle pressure.

She continued to whisper as she grinded the warmth between her legs against the hard bulge in Trevor's pants.

"Feels so good, doesn't it?" She purred.

Trevor grunted again.

Daniella leaned her head back and removed one of her hands from his. She brought her hand up to her nipple and began twisting the tip. She moaned softly as she rolled and tugged.

"Fuck yeah," Trevor sputtered out, pushing his palms into the couch as instructed.

Daniella moaned louder. She pushed herself down a little harder on Trevor's erection while continuing to tug at her nipple. Trevor's eyes were locked in on her hand, watching every flick and twist with animalistic intention.

"You like watching me, baby?" Daniella bit her lower lip and let her nipple drop from her fingertips, exposing her whole breast, inches from his face.

Trevor began shaking underneath her. She knew he was close to climaxing. She grabbed her breast and thrust it in his face while she continued rotating her pelvis. She dragged her hard nipple across Trevor's lips.

Teasing them was her favorite part.

Thrusting and humping his erection through his khaki pants wasn't exactly enough to make her cum, but seeing the want in his eyes could get her close.

"I want to fuck you," Trevor said flatly.

"I know you do baby. I bet you'd fuck me so good." Daniella smiled and licked her lips, staring directly into his eyes.

With that, Trevor threw his head back and his body convulsed in ecstasy.

Daniella stopped gyrating. She leaned in close and gave him a gentle peck on the cheek before climbing off of him.

She glanced up at the clock as she headed over to the sink in the corner of the room. Four minutes. She smiled to herself as she grabbed a towel for Trevor.

"Here you go baby," she spoke softly and tossed him the towel.

"Thanks, Dallas." Trevor replied, his cheeks flushed.

Most of the younger men got embarrassed if they came during a lap dance, especially if it only took a few minutes.

Trevor held the towel in his hands, unsure what to do next.

"There's a bathroom behind that curtain," Daniella pointed to the corner of the room.

Trevor got up silently and headed behind the curtain to clean himself up.

Daniella looked at her reflection in the mirrored wall as she washed her hands in the sink. Her red lipstick had smeared. She had a red friction mark on the inside of her left thigh. She attempted to fix her lipstick with a wet paper towel as she waited for Trevor. She jutted her left leg out and eyed the friction mark again. For some reason, seeing it there turned her on. It was like an erotic battle scar, something naughty and forbidden.

"Are you okay, ma'am?" A husky voice called out from the entrance to the private room.

Daniella fixed her posture and snapped her head around to face the unfamiliar voice.

In the doorway stood a tall, muscular stranger. He had long, dark brown hair pulled back into a neat ponytail. His eyes were a piercing shade of emerald green. Daniella dragged her eyes down his face, pausing briefly to trace the edges of a strong jaw dotted with stubble. He was wearing a fitted black t-shirt tucked into dark jeans. Daniella felt a hunger, deep in her belly, different than the one she gets when toying with customers. This was pure, undeniable, sexual attraction.

"Ma'am?" Daniella asked, raising an eyebrow. She swallowed hard, willing the lustful feelings away.

The man smiled and hung his head, "I'm new here. I haven't learned everyone's name yet."

"Dallas," Daniella replied quickly.

"Gio," the man replied, "Security."

Daniella shifted her weight. Gio was going to be a distraction.