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Hunting. A sport where the young lack experience and patience. Whereas the older more experience hunter bides his time and chooses battles more wisely. At twenty nine I'd learned from those before me. Tonight brought me to the local go-go bar, the Waterfall. Wearing a black dress shirt with matching pants and shoes I blended in with the shadows. The Waterfall is one of the classier joints in the area. It had the typical rectangular stage commanding the center of the main room.
The left hand side had tables a dancer could perform on for individuals or groups. It was quasi-public and private. Public since should someone else look they could see the dancer and somewhat more private due to the shadows.
On the right hand side some tables had birdcages for the dancers. Behind the stage three rooms are for private dances. Private dances run from twenty dollars to three hundred dollars. Each of the rooms is further divided with cubicle style walls. And each wall has handicap handles for more "aggressive dances."
Back to the younger crowd. I've always gotten a bit of a kick out of the obvious first timers. Whatever money they bring, usually not much, doesn't last beyond the first dancer flashing her tits and whispering ideas into their heads. Being young the ladies know they don't have to do much. Plus, to keep the cops away the young ones don't get lucky anyway.
Finishing my Jack and coke I push the empty glass to the edge of the bar opposite me. Julie the bartender makes a point of bee lining for me. Her black hair pulled back into a loose ponytail. Her sharp features, tight bra, and short shorts, contrasting with her pale white skin. Her eyes are fierce, piercing orbs, with a glint of something dangerous lurking within. Freckles on her cheeks and shoulders appear faintly.
"Another?" she asks raising the empty glass and arching an eyebrow.
I nod and wink at her rewarding me with a rare hint of a smile from her. Without breaking eye contact she makes a show of bending over while mixing another drink. Her beautiful, full tits, on total display. Her cleavage begging to be set free. Standing back up she hands me the glass wrapped in a napkin. Quickly climbing up on the bar she slides down onto my lap. Wrapping her hand around the back of my head she leans in making a show of smelling my cologne. Rubbing her head on mine I hear her breathing on my ear as she nibbles on it. The swell in my pants must have been reward enough as she soon is running herself up and down its length.
"You've had me waiting too long. Go to the left hand dance room and wait in the back corner. Tonight you're mine." Julie sensually tells me. Her face alight reminds me of a huntress eyeing a prize. Leaning back in, she bites me on the neck before dismounting back across the bar. A little younger than I she still had the nimbleness wasted on younger women. Yes, mid and late twenties is still young I know. The experiences and challenges presented to both of us tended to focus one's energies.
Eyeing her pale back and legs as she vaulted over I know tonight will not end quickly. Downing more fire water I enjoy the burn down my throat and the heat in my stomach. Casually making my way to the back I find a newer dancer riding a customer. Stepping aside from the doorway I note her bare back and flowing red hair. Just as quickly I find she's naked and openly fucking. A tight ass and hips riding that dick as if tonight the world ended. Her hands clenched around the handles though she rode the devil himself. Catching a glimpse of her bared chest her C tits bounce around fiercely. Her nipples engorged stand out brazenly while flanked against an army of freckles. Her eyes locked onto the lucky youth. Sipping my drink I enjoy the show.
"Good she hasn't finished yet," says Julie as joins me, "this one is strong." Resting her head on my shoulder I pull her around front of me. Inhaling her smell I'm intoxicated and an image of prey being stalked comes to mind. Unsuspecting and unaware that the embrace of death lingers so closely. Removing my hand from her hip she moves towards the two her gate that of a predator.
A show I didn't expect and I look forward as tonight will indeed be truly different.
Once behind the red head she leans in begins kissing her neck. Light feathery kisses, delivered teasingly, the red head arches her neck for more. Reaching around, she cups a breast. Running her hand up towards the nipple again and again. Julie growls, baring her teeth at the young man being ridden. The red head slows herself going for deep thrusts and riding his dick back out slowly. Under the gaze of two dangerously gorgeous women he won't last much longer. Reaching for her hips to hasten his release Julie clasps his hands above his head.
At first surprised he smiles as both women begin French kissing each other. It begins teasingly with the red head pulling closer lusting for more. Julie pulls away eyeing the man's crotch. Quickly they travel up his body. A body made strong through weight lifting. No doubt it's easy for him to score with the ladies.
Bringing her face close to his she releases his hands touching her forehead to his. One hand wraps around his head and the other pushes against the red heads back urging them both on. Eager they both resume a faster pace. Julie's breathing mirrors the two fucking as though sharing the experience. Their bodies shaking, sweating, gyrating.
Still enjoying my drink I watch as their bodies clench. His muscled body clenches as he peaks. Releasing himself into the red head as she shakes atop him. Julie's body shakes, a look of satisfaction across her face. Pulling the red head to her breasts she smooths her hair out.
Reaching out he cups her freckled breasts and Julie once again pushes her to bring them to his face. Leaning forward, lost in lust, he laps and sucks upon her nipples with greedy abandon. The red head sucks in a breath truly enjoying herself. Squeezing them both he throws what energy he has at them.
Julie turns to me eyes ablaze, mouth open, teeth bared, waiting, her eyes begging for the kill. I meet her gaze expressionless. Finishing my drink I set it up the seat next to me. With the faintest of nods the two descend upon the young man before them. They deliver not kisses to his neck but ravenous appetite with a side of fangs. Confused, pained, he pushes them both back. With the energy of youth and a muscled body he at first succeeds. Grasping at his neck frantically he searches for any hint of blood.
Finding none he eyes the two of them who still stare at him with hunger. Still not understanding his fate he watches as Julie pushes the red head to her knees beside the young man. Julie unclasps her bra allowing it to fall to the floor. Her pale breasts sag ever so slightly yet ever so firm and succulent.
The red head begins massaging his thighs while delivering little kisses. Her red hair falls covering half of her face. Her tongue extends out as if beckoning his dick towards it. Her eyes track hungrily as his penis regains its girth and length. While moving to engorge her mouth upon it she runs her fingernails down his thighs. Breaking the skin but not drawing blood. Not yet.
Julie still standing, straddles his leg between hers. Her hands feeling the weight of her tits. Her nipples full and taunt. The areoles seemingly small compared to her tits.
"My young Mark...do you want me? Do you desire me?" she coos, "shall I show you things those girls, those children, couldn't ever offer you? Your youthful strength, your muscles and dick, will experience pleasure like nothing you've ever had." Julie reaches up and loses her hair from its ponytail. It falls about her shoulders just touching the tops of her breasts drawing young Mark's eyes back to them. Placing her foot next to him on the seat she pulls him forward towards her chest.
"Go on Mark, take them," Julie beckons as Mark warily reaches towards them. Surprised at the weight he is amazed they maintain pointing out so straight and how firm they feel. Cupping both breasts his hands quickly find their way to her nipples. With light flicks he elicits shivers from her while her eyes remain locked on his.
