To mild applause and an abundance of lusty leers, Kelly finished her set and left the stage. House music blared through the PA system in the break between dancers.
"So, Geoff," I began, reaching over to caress his manhood. "When was the last time you masturbated to porn?"
My date smiled and took a sip of his cola. "Just last night, twice."
"Twice? That sounds promising. What to?"
His hazel eyes scanned my figure. Burning desire coursed through my flesh.
"Redheads. Specifically ones that reminded me of you."
I gazed at him over the rim of my glass, finishing my drink. "That's dirty and perverted," I paused, "and fucking hot. I'm flattered and so wet."
Geoff's response was a simple naughty wink.
I continued. "Um, I got off to adult theater and glory hole porn just this morning. What do you have to say about that?"
He raised his glass in salute, nodding and smiling. "I enjoy those, too." I grabbed my second drink, and we clinked our cups together.
"Have you ever done anything like that?" he asked me.
I scanned his features, looking for signs of insecurity or judgment. Finding only curiosity, my eyes traveled down, evaluating his body language. My date's posture was relaxed, at ease, so I shrugged and smiled a naughty grin.
"Sort of."
I paused, awaiting him being offended or adding some controlling condition, because nobody would ever let any girlfriend of theirs do those sorts of slutty things.
"Sort of? I'm intrigued. Please, explain."
I smiled, feeling like a feline ready to pounce. "There was this one guy, not too long ago. He was all for us going to a porn theater and watching."
"Sounds hot," Geoff replied.
"It was--at least, at first. We got into one of those viewing booths and I worked his cock until somebody poked theirs through the glory hole. I sucked the stranger off while my then-boyfriend fingered me. That was so fucking hot that I still masturbate over it." I stopped in the middle of my reverie, my seductive grin turning into a frown. "By the third cock, though, he got jealous. He pulled me out of there, and we fought all the way home. I broke up with him that night."
"I'm sorry things didn't work out for you."
"Maybe we should go to one," I challenged. "Would you like watching me get railed by a bunch of strangers and covered with cum?"
Geoff chuckled. "I know what we're doing on our next date."
I shrieked, drawing lots of attention. "Really? It's a date! I'll make it worth your while. Why don't you have a problem with my wildness? Everyone else I've ever dated does."
His answer was perfect. "One can't want their lady to be an untamed nympho and then get upset when she is."
I leaned over and kissed him. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Kelly approaching. Her confident poise, assured and comfortable with all eyes lustily staring, made my heart jump.
The statuesque blonde no longer wore the cropped T-shirt. A white button down covered her chest. It was mostly unbuttoned, showing off huge amounts of glorious, bouncing cleavage, and she'd knotted the ends, showing off her taut stomach. With her scanty skirt, the ensemble gave her a naughty school girl vibe.
"We're all set, sweetie," she said to me. Kelly pointed to a lone privacy booth behind our table. "That's the VIP booth, my favorite. You two go in and make yourselves comfy. I'll be back in a jiffy."
Grabbing my date's hand, I pulled him out of the chair and dragged him to the booth. "I can't wait to have her grinding all over me while you watch!"
The booth was luxurious and cozy. That one had a real door facing the back of the club. A solidly-built low, small table with a control panel occupied the center. A U-shaped, padded bench lined the wall opposite the door, enveloping the table. A small sliding panel in the wall above the bench opened toward the stage for voyeuristic viewing. When we entered, I slid the panel open, seeing the stage. Two tiny speakers hung on the left-hand wall, the club's music playing softly through them. Soundproof panels lined the rest of the booth, including the roof. Some twinkling lights gave it an intimate atmosphere and a small mirrored ball hung from the ceiling.
The control panel was simple, and I played with it, just to see what it did. A dial controlled the speakers' volume, and a sliding knob controlled the lights' brightness. A toggle turned the disco ball on.
Kelly returned in record time. She entered, smiling at us, and closed the door, sliding the latch to lock it. She carried a small tray, holding a small bottle of rum, a bottle of cola, and three cups.
"You sit there," she said to me, pointing. "And you, handsome, sit on that side."
She set the tray down on the table, bending over to open the bottles. I watched her--mainly her cleavage and cascading platinum tresses--as she poured three drinks, the first two heavy on the alcohol.
"No liquor for me," Geoff said, passing his hand over the top of the third cup. "I'm driving."
Walking around the table's perimeter, she shoved her amazing posterior into my face as she scooted past me. Kelly sat between us, stroking both our thighs.
"So," she said to Geoff. "I hear you two haven't screwed."
"Sorry," I apologized. "I just kind of blurted it out."
Kelly laughed, her breasts bouncing, and asked me, "How many dates did you say?"
I held up four fingers.
"Four! Honey, you have more self-control than me. I'd have jumped all over that in four minutes, not four dates."
I giggled, sipping my very strong drink. The alcohol was so intense that I coughed a little.
"Sorry, sexy. I like mine stiff." Her hand patted my date's crotch. "Very stiff." She turned to Geoff. "Why didn't you go for it with her?"
Geoff smiled and placed his hands behind his head. "Amber never gave the go-ahead."
The sexy dancer looked at me, aghast.
"It's true," I confessed. "I restrained myself. I'm too wild, and I scare lovers away. It always ends badly. I was hoping to delay the inevitable."
"I like wild! Ooh! Turn the speakers up. I love this song."
Smiling, I bent forward and extended my arm, turning up the volume. For ambiance, I flicked the switch for the mirror ball, and sparkling spots of light whirled around the dim chamber.
Kelly stood tall and proud, her impressive bosoms thrust forward. Raising one foot, she thrust her high heel between Geoff's legs, the tip of her shoe grazing his manly package. Mesmerized, I gawked at the statuesque beauty as she began gyrating to the soulful ballad playing on the speakers. I sat and turned in my seat to watch the sexy dancer torture my date.
She went through the usual lap dance moves, rubbing her impressive melons all over his body, shoving her perfectly-sculpted behind into his face, and grazing her lips over his neck, chest, and groin. She knelt on the padded seat with her butt facing me and her head in Geoff's lap, simulating fellatio. Although my gaze was mostly focused on her taut ass and alluring pussy, barely covered by her white thong, I noticed that her right arm was stroking his cock through his jeans.
"Wow, that's big," she giggled. "I've held a lot of cocks, and that's impressive. You're making me horny as fuck, handsome."
She turned her smiling face around and caught my eye. I stifled a giggle when gave me conspiratorial wink. I covered my mirth by taking a drink.
"It's true, Geoff," I managed to respond. "She has her gorgeous pussy thrust in my face, and I can see how wet she's getting. I'm dripping just looking at how sexy she is."
Kelly moaned, then spun around, kicking her legs up. She ended up straddling my handsome date, thrusting her boobs into his face. Staring him in the eyes, she tugged her shirt open and thrust her round orbs against his face. As she smothered him with her tits, Kelly's head turned to me. I was all smiles, enjoying the show.
Her grace stunned me. Kelly pulled her mammaries away and spun in his lap. Placing her feet on the floor, the athletic woman bent forward and ground her crotch against Geoff's.
"So, Amber, just how wild are you?" she asked as she humped my boyfriend's cock.
I caressed my tits as I watched her. She was either a fantastic actress or genuinely getting off from rubbing her sex on Geoff.
"Well, I got a little crazy on the way over here."
"You dirty girl!" she exclaimed. "What'd you do?"
I laughed and sipped my drink. "I masturbated in the bar, then sucked that monster cock you're grinding on while we drove here, all while a trucker watched."
I paused, amused at Kelly's impassioned expression. My words seemed to affect her, and she ground her satin-covered pussy against my date's crotch and hungrily stared at me.
"A trucker was beside us, and he watched me. I'm so fucking horny that I told him to record it and jerk off to it, later." I smiled and caressed my heaving breasts. "Then, Geoff licked my cunt to orgasm in the parking lot before we walked in."
"You are fucking wild! I'd love to party with you."
The sexy dancer dismounted Geoff and crawled over to me. I quaffed most of my drink, setting the cup down on the sturdy table. Tingles crawled over my body when she straddled me, nuzzling my neck and ear. Her moist breath made me shudder.
Covering me with her long, luxurious hair, Kelly whispered, "Go ahead and do your thing, sweetie," into my ear.
