A Date with the Night

It should go without saying that the story you are about to read is fictional. But just in case it doesn’t, I would like to stress that what you are about to read is purely a figment of my filthy imagination…

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It was an unusually balmy Friday night in London. Even though darkness had fallen over the busy streets, it did nothing to reduce the temperature.

Most people had spilled onto the streets in an attempt to seek solace from the sweaty, overcrowded bars. They stood there and chatted, drinking beer while the streetlights flickered over them, as if they didn’t have a care in the world. The whole of Soho was alive with music and laughter, a sound that announced it was officially summer in London.

And who could blame them? Nights like this were few and far between in England and when they happened, people savoured them as it was going to be the last.

As the black cab wound it’s way down narrow Glasshouse Street and past the sea of happy faces lining the streets, it eventually stopped beside an anonymous alleyway.

“Here we are boys!” Josh announced, jumping out of the cab and handing the driver a twenty-pound note.

“Are you sure this is it?” Dave asked looking confused as he climbed out of the back of the cab, his friend Nick not far behind him.

“It’s just down there.” Josh replied, pointing down the alleyway.

“Yeah, don’t worry Dave. You’re about to discover London’s best kept secret!” Nick enthused, slapping Dave on the back.

He reluctantly followed Josh and Nick down the dimly lit alleyway unsure of where it would lead them, when they came across a huge bouncer, standing in front of a door with ‘The Glasshouse’ over it.

“Evening Gentlemen.” He said gruffly as he opened the door for them.

The friends walked in and were greeted by an attractive blonde in an elegant black dress who told them her name was Katherine. She beckoned for one of the cocktail waitresses to come over and show them to their seats. Dave smiled at her, grateful that no one had recognised him yet.

“Hi I’m Amber. Follow me,” the pretty red head said with a smile as she led them to their table.

They sat down in a semi-circular booth covered in soft black leather opposite a long runway that led to a stage. The table was draped with white linen on top of which was a glass vase holding two pink orchids. Next to the vase was a cream coloured candle that smelt like vanilla.

“Can I get you anything?” Amber asked reaching into the black apron tied round her waist to retrieve a small notepad and pencil.

“Yeah I’ll have a JD, neat. And he’ll have the same.” Josh replied, pointing at Nick.

“Do you have any

Crown Royal

?” Dave asked politely.

“We sure do,” she replied, scribbling down their order. “I’ll be right back with your drinks.”

“Nice!” Josh said with a cheeky grin as he studied her firm ass as she sauntered off towards the bar.

“Down boy!” Nick remarked with a wink.

“What can I say? I’m a sucker for a red head.” Josh sighed dramatically, running his hand through his own red mane.

“

This

is a strip club?” Dave asked incredulously as he looked around the room. “I’ve been to London like a bazillion times and I’ve never even heard of this place.”

It was certainly like no other strip club Dave had been to before! The room was small and intimate with well-dressed businessmen sat at the tables surrounding the stage.

Large crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling and everywhere you looked there were huge vases of white flowers that filled the room with the gentle scent of lilies and roses.

There were candles dotted around the room, which made the gold-leaf walls shimmer and the place, definitely had an air of sophistication not normally associated with strip clubs.

“It’s a

gentleman’s

club” Josh replied lighting a huge cigar. “This place is like nowhere you have ever been before Dave, known only to a select few.

“Tommy Lee brought me here a couple of years ago and I stop by every time I’m in London. It’s very expensive so only attracts a certain type of customer and it’s very discrete. Tommy told me that they pay the paparazzi to keep away because they get a lot of celebs here, which is great for us.”

Dave watched the cigar waive around as Josh spoke, the smoke dancing up and down as the distinctive smell soon filled the room.

“So where are the strippers?” Dave joked, pointing at the empty stage. A remark which was met by a loud laugh from Nick and Josh.

“Here we go.” The red head said with a smile as she returned with their drinks, placing them carefully on the table.

“Thanks Amber.” Josh flirted, his eyes following her as she walked past the stage towards the red velvet curtain at the back of the room. The lights went down and a spotlight illuminated the silver pole that was mounted on the centre of the stage as the MC announced the next act.

Satisfied that she was out of sight, Amber ran through the curtain and headed towards the dressing rooms as Kylie Minogue’s ‘

Can’t Get You Out Of My Head

’ drowned the narrow corridor.

“OH MY GOD!” she cried as she burst through the dressing room door.

“What? What’s wrong?” Polly asked startled.

“Come with me!” Amber replied excitedly, grabbing her friend by the arm and leading her back down the corridor.

When they arrived at the velvet curtain, Amber opened it slightly to give Polly a view of the stage. “What am I meant to be looking at?” Polly asked confused as she peered through.

“Look!” Amber replied, pointing at the table at the end of the runway.

“OH MY GOD! That isn’t who I think it is, is it?” Polly gasped as her eyes widened. “It can’t be!”

“It fuckin is!” Amber confirmed, “I just served them their drinks.”

Polly stared through the gap in the curtain at the three men sitting at the VIP table. They were all smiling cheekily as they watched the buxom blonde writhe about on stage.

“I don’t know who the other two are, but that’s definitely Dave Grohl!” Amber gushed, interrupting Polly’s thoughts.

“Oh my God it is,” Polly breathed. “See the guy sitting in the middle with the red hair? That’s Josh and the bald guy with the beard is Nick. They’re from Queens of the Stoneage. Dave drummed on their last album and he toured with them last year.”

The friends stared through the gap in the curtain for a few moments before returning to the dressing room and closing the door.

Polly began pacing around the room nervously as she tried to calm herself down. She was a huge fan of Nirvana and the Foo Fighters and she couldn’t believe that she was about to go take her clothes off in front of her hero.

“I can’t do this!” she whispered, literally shaking.

“Yes you can!” Amber soothed, handing her friend a cigarette and pouring her a large vodka.

“But I don’t want Dave Grohl to know I’m a stripper!” Polly admitted.

“You’ve got nothing to be ashamed about! He’s the one who should be ashamed. He’s a fucking rock star and he’s in a strip club! Why the fuck is he paying to see this when he can get it for free?” Amber joked, handing her friend the vodka.

Polly lit the cigarette and downed the vodka; her face contorting as the liquid burned it’s way down her throat.

“I’m only doing this to pay off my student debts and I’ve only got another thousand to go. I’ll get that in less than a month! Why did he have to come in now? I only chose this fucking club coz I knew no one I knew could afford it. Sod’s fucking law!” Polly ranted, pouring herself another vodka.

“Listen,” Amber soothed, rubbing her friends arm, “OK, so this isn’t how you imagined meeting him, but at least you’re gonna meet him. You’re gorgeous and he’s gonna love you.”

Polly smiled at her friend, grateful at her attempt to make her feel better. She downed another generous shot of vodka and continued with her make-up, her hands shaking as Amber stood behind her brushed her long black hair.

“Polly! You’re on!” the MC shouted at her from the corridor.

“This is it.” Polly said nervously, taking a final drag on her cigarette before putting it out. She poured herself another large glass of vodka and downed it quickly, the potent liquid making her head spin.

“Go get him gorgeous!” Amber said positively, hugging her friend.

They walked toward the stage and Amber winked at her before disappearing behind the curtain. Polly stood there nervously awaiting the MC to announce her, her heart racing. “I can do this,” she said to herself as she closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

“And now gentleman. For your eyes only, Miss Polly Styrene!’ the MC said as Polly pushed apart the velvet curtains and strutted onto the stage like she owned the place.

The Yeah Yeah Yeahs ‘

A Date With The Night

’ filled the room as the bright spotlight followed her towards the pole, her knee length black leather boots spiking the plush red carpet beneath her feet. She could feel her short frayed denim skirt brushing against the top of her ass as she walked, knowing that with each strut she was giving the men at the tables behind her a glimpse of her perfect ass.

Polly fixed her lusty gaze on Dave who was staring at her, obviously impressed with what he saw. She took hold of the pole with both hands and twisted her body around it, rocking her hips provocatively in time with the beat. She unwrapped her legs and stood up straight, licking the pole seductively as she ground her horny pussy against it.

Without taking her eyes off Dave she continued to contort her body around the stiff pole in rhythm with the blistering guitar riffs of the song as he watched her intently. Polly mouthed along to the words of the song as if she were Karen O herself, her short denim skirt riding up slightly to give him a view of her black lace thong. She threw her head back violently making her long black hair fall wildly about her face and as she leaned backwards, her ripped, black t-shirt struggled to restrain her firm breasts.

It was as if Dave was the only man in the room and Polly danced just for him, unable to take her eyes off him as she swung around the poll.

With one hand on the pole and the other in her hair, she began shamelessly grinding her hips, rubbing her soaking wet pussy against it again, a move that excited them both. Dave couldn’t take his eyes off of her as she suddenly fell to her knees.

“Fuck me!” She heard Josh say as she began crawling on her hands and knees towards Dave, Karen O’s almost-orgasmic moans filling the room, her olive skin glowing warmly under the spotlight.

When Polly reached the end of the runway she stared right at Dave, her eyes alive with lust. She spied the growing bulge in his jeans and licked her lips provocatively before rolling onto her back. Her head hung off the edge of the runway so that only the table separated them and her long, black hair brushed against the floor.

Their eyes locked, Polly raised her hips so that her skirt fell down to reveal her black lace thong. She slipped her right hand under her thong and dipped her index finger between her moist pussy lips, before pulling it out to show Dave how turned she was. Polly watched as his mouth fell open when the spotlight illuminated her wet finger.

“Holy shit!” Josh whispered as she brought her moist finger to her mouth and began sucking on it seductively, licking it clean with a wicked smile. Any inhibitions she had were now lost, her body and mind drunk with vodka and lust. She was no longer ashamed and now revelled in the control she had over Dave, knowing that she was giving him the show of his life.

They were speechless as Polly lay there sucking her finger like a naughty schoolgirl and they all gasped when she brought her hands up and suddenly ripped open her tight, black t-shirt. The delicate fabric tore easily and as it fell apart to reveal her prefect breasts, she could see Dave’s mouth watering.

“What I wouldn’t do to those tits.” Josh breathed as Polly arched her back so that her hard, chocolate brown nipples were pointing in their direction. As she closed her eyes and waited for the song to reach its climax, she basked in the intensity of their gaze, silently begging Dave to reach over and grab her firm breasts.

She had never been so turned on in her life and as Karen O’s final groan signalled the end of the song, she got up slowly, winking at Dave before strutting back towards the curtain, ignoring the carpet of twenty pound notes that covered the stage.

“Oh my God! That was so hot!” Amber said, meeting her offstage with a robe as they headed back towards the dressing rooms.

Polly wrapped it around her near naked body with a cheeky grin.

“I know! I’ve never been so turned on in my life. I really enjoyed it and I think he did too. I’m soaking fucking wet though. I may have to ‘finish myself off’ in a minute!”

The friends giggled and just as Amber was about to shut the dressing room door behind them, the MC interrupted.

“Hey the guy at the VIP table wants to see you.” He said casually.

“Which one?” Polly asked, her heart racing.

“I dunno his name. The one with the brown hair.” He replied.

Polly almost fell over. “Send him in,” she said, praying he meant Dave.

She and Amber stared at each other for a moment before they heard a knock at the door. Polly’s heart raced wildly as Amber went to open it and her prayers were answered when Dave walked in.

“I’ll leave you to it,” Amber said with a wink at Polly before shutting the door behind her.

“Hi,” Dave said warmly, his thick Virginian accent making her melt.

“Hello,” Polly replied as casually as she could.

They stood there and looked at each other for about a minute.

“So this is what it’s like to be in the presence of a rock legend?” Polly thought to herself as she studied his face carefully.

He was a lot better looking in real life and while he may never be described as classically good looking like the Brad Pit’s of this world, there was something undeniablely sexy about this man.

“That was quite a show you put on back there,” he said finally.

“Thanks,” Polly said seductively, offering him a cigarette.

He took one and she lit it for him before lighting her own and sucking on the tip. She could feel herself relaxing as the nicotine dulled the edges of her anxiety and Dave’s welcoming demeanour put her at ease.

“Polly Styrene?” Dave said with a smile, puffing on his cigarette.

“She’s the singer from the X-Ray Specs.” Polly replied matter-of-factly, knowing that they were one of his favourite punk bands.

“I know who she is. Before your time aren’t they? They broke up in ‘79,” he teased.

“They broke up the year I was born and my Dad was devastated so he named me after her. I added the Styrene bit when I started here. My real surname is Palmer.” she replied honestly.

Dave nodded and he allowed his eyes to drift over her perfect body as she leaned against the dressing table that sat under the large mirror on the back wall. Polly felt his eyes linger on her as she put out her cigarette and she smiled to herself, turned on by the attention but bored of the polite conversation.

“So why did you want to see?” she said getting straight to the point.

“I wanted to thank you for your

performance

,” he flirted, unfazed by her honesty.

“Yeah I saw you

enjoying

it,” Polly replied with a wicked smile, referring to the hard on she spied when she was dancing.

“Still am,” Dave laughed as he put out his cigarette, knowing exactly what she was talking about.

“Come here.” She said firmly.

They had flirted enough.

Dave stared at her for a moment, making her wait before walking over to her slowly and cupping her face in his hands. Polly’s heart raced as he brought his mouth to meet hers in a deep, passionate kiss that forced them both to moan loudly. She buried her hands in his hair as she welcomed his thick tongue into her hot, wet mouth.

As their tongues danced together, Polly’s hand slipped to the crotch of his jeans and she rubbed it tenderly, desperate to make him hard again. He groaned with approval moving his hips forward, pushing his cock against the palm of her hand.

Polly broke their kiss and moved down his body so that she was on her knees and she looked up at him as she undid his belt. He stroked her face and smiled as she freed his hardening cock and began running her slender fingers over it.

“Oh that’s it baby. Make me hard.” He encouraged as he watched her take him in her mouth and suck him gently.

“Good at that aren’t you?” Dave groaned as she went down on him, expertly sucking his cock and licking his balls.

“Deep throat me.” He said lustily as she licked the head of his cock like an ice cream.

Polly did as she was told and took all of him in her mouth, hearing him groan deeply as she let him inch his cock down her throat.

“Oh that’s it. Take it baby!” He said firmly as he began rocking his hips back and forth, fucking her mouth slowly as she swallowed every inch of his now rock-hard cock, desperate to please him.

Dave pulled away suddenly and Polly reluctantly let his cock fall out of her eager mouth. He helped her to her feet and with one hand, roughly pushed her make up off the top of the dressing table. Polly’s lipstick and brushes flew violently across the room as he lifted her up and practically threw her on top of the table.

She spread her legs and he moved between them, ripping open her robe with a grunt, his hands moving straight to her firm breasts. Polly groaned loudly as he squeezed them roughly, pinching her sensitive nipples before bringing his mouth down to suck them. Her torn t-shirt still hung around her shoulders and she could feel his stiff cock rubbing against the inside of her thigh.

“Oh yeah!” Polly moaned as his tongue lapped at her swollen nipples. She loved having her tits sucked at the best of times but it was as if every nerve ending in her body was on fire. She’d

never

done anything with a customer before, but this was no ordinary customer.

“Let’s see how much you want me,” Dave teased, allowing his hand to slip between her legs and beneath her black lace thong as she had done on stage not long before. Polly was already soaking wet after dancing for Dave so she almost came when his fingers finally found her throbbing clit.

“Oh there it is. That’s what I want.” He said with a smile and as he began gently circling it with his index finger she could feel her warm juices running all over it.

His hard cock was still rubbing against her damp inner thigh so she reached down and stroked it as he teased her with his fingers.

“Oh Dave!” she called out, grinding her clit against his probing finger.

“No not yet…” he teased, sensing her impending orgasm and removing his fingers from under her thong.

“Please Dave…” Polly whimpered, desperate to cum.

“Don’t worry baby. I’m gonna give you what you want real soon.” He promised as she let go of his cock and let him lift her denim skirt up.

Polly held on to his shoulders for support as he kissed her neck, his tongue running all over her olive skin as she felt his strong fingers tugging at her thong.

She gasped when, with one forceful yank, he ripped the garment away from her body. The sheer fabric tore easily and she moaned involuntarily as the cool air of the room suddenly hit her hot, wet cunt.

“Fuck me Dave!” She begged, unable to wait a moment longer.

She felt his mouth move down from her neck; over her breasts and flat stomach to the place she wanted him the most. He slowly licked the wet lips of her pussy before finding her swollen clit, expertly teasing it with his tongue.

“Oh right there!” She called out, rubbing her wet cunt all over his face.

Just as Polly was about to cum again, Dave moved his face away, delaying her orgasm for a second time.