I had met her years ago. She was a dancer at a local strip club and it turned out that she was also a member at a sports club that I belonged to. When she danced, she made you think of a spider. A spider that would envelop you in her many legs and do deadly yet wonderful things to you. I stopped frequenting the dance club (it was just a phase I went through) but had heard through one of the instructors at the sports club, that she had had her breasts enhanced. She had a great body before, so I imagined she was probably even better after the "boob job".
Anyway, I hadn't seen her in over a year. I was in the bank doing business, and I heard someone calling my name. I turned and didn't recognize her at first. She wore Levi's and a long-sleeved plaid shirt that effectively his whatever was underneath it. I looked a second time and then it dawned on me who I was looking at. She walked over to me and gave me a big hug and asked what I had been doing with myself. I hugged her back and felt those firm store bought breasts mash against my chest. We chatted for a few minutes and she told me she had given up the dancing and was managing a large apartment building in town. I told her it was to bad that she had given up the dancing, as I had never gotten to view her new "assets".
She laughed and told me she was doing well in the management field, and that I should stop by and she would give me a tour of her facility. I said ok, and we hugged again and went our separate ways. As I stood in line at the bank and reminisced about Vanessa's lap dance routine, She would grind her pussy mound up and down my legs and mash her breasts (which I always thought were perfect for her build) into my face and let me suck and bite on her nipples. She would then back away and place her foot on the seat back over my shoulder and lean in until her crotch was inches from my face. She would then pull her g-string to the side and begin to play with the ring that pierced her clitoral hood. Sometimes she would get that thing so close to my face that I was tempted to lean forward slightly and take the ring into my mouth. She used to tug and pull on her nipples and the clit ring, giving me the indication that she like a certain amount of pain with her pleasure.
I confirmed this one time, by taking a set of nipple clamps to the dance club with me. I put them on myself under my shirt and revealed them to her in the middle of one of her lap dances. When she saw them and I let her pull on the chain that connected the 2 clamps, her breath caught and she hissed "yess" and really went to work humping my leg. She moved up my leg until her pussy was grinding against my growing erection. Before the song was over, we both had cum and fortunately for me, I was wearing dark pants so the wet spot was not obvious. She however, made a quick trip to the dressing room for a costume change. She came back and sat with me, asking all sorts of questions about whether I used the clamps during sex, how much did they hurt?, etc. All the while, her hand lay hidden in her lap and I could see her playing with the ring on her clit. My reverie was cut short as the teller called me forward to conduct my business. My mind moved on to other things and I soon forgot about our encounter.
Months passed and I didn't see Vanessa at the bank again. Then one day I was driving in the north side of town and I saw her walking with an older couple on the sidewalk in front of a large apartment complex. She stopped as the arrived at a parked car, shook hands with the couple and they procedded to get into their car. I pulled up to the curb behind the couples car and quickly got out. Vanessa recognized me and a big smile broke out on her face. I said that it looked like I just missed a tour, and she said yes but that she had planned on taking a break for lunch but would rather show me around. I jokingly told her I was interested in finding an apartment that I could fix up and use as a torture chamber for sweet young things. I watched her carefully to see her reaction, and it was just as I had hoped and expected. She wore a low-cut white T-shirt style top, that revealed just enough of her cleavage and form hugging Levis. Her nipples hardened at my remarks, and I swear I heard a sharp intake of her breath. She laughed and said she had just the unit to show me.