She had never done anything like this before. When she walked into the club she was wearing a short black leather skirt with a matching bustier and patent leather boots to her knees. The dance music was loud and the dancer on stage was down to her g-string. She walked to the stairs on the left side of the dark room. That was where they agreed to meet. The guy guarding the stairs was bald, over six and half feet tall with three hundred pounds of pure muscle. He gave her an approving glance and let her through. At the top of the stairs were a number of curtained booths. She went to the left and stopped at the third booth as directed. She hesitated then took a deep breath and pulled the curtain aside. He was already there. In the corner sat an attractive-looking man wearing a dark pin-stripe suit. He had dark hair, dark eyes and dimples when he smiled.
"You must be Amanda. I'm glad to meet you. I'm Philip. I wasn't sure you were still going to meet me. In your last email you sounded a little uncertain."
"To be honest, I wasn't sure. This is my first time doing this."
"Well, come in and relax. I'll get you a drink and then we'll talk." He pushed a button and waited a few minutes for the server to come around. The server was wearing red nipple cups with tassels and a matching g-string. They ordered drinks and he moved closer to her on the couch.
"You are very beautiful, Amanda. I'm glad you decided to come out tonight. I promise I won't do anything you don't want to. I won't hurt you."
"The waitress chose that moment to bring their drinks: a Rob Roy for him and a martini for her. Amanda took a big gulp of her then turned to face him. "What if I want you to hurt me?"
"All you have to do is ask." He placed his hand under her chin to pull her to him. His mouth was soft and warm on hers. She pulled back and placed her drink on the coffee table. Turning back to him she undid his tie, pulled it off, put it around her neck and started undoing his shirt. She pushed it aside and ran her hands over his smooth chest. She straddled him and started kissing his neck, shoulders and chest. She trailed down and sucked one of his nipples and ran her fingers through his hair.
His hands moved up and down his thighs. They slid under the hem of her skirt. He massaged her bare ass. He leaned up to kiss her hard. He was getting harder. She reached down to undo his belt and pants. Like her, there was nothing underneath. She grabbed a condom and put it on his throbbing cock. Within seconds of putting it on she was on top of him. She rocked back and forth, slowly at first then increased the pace. He was about to explode so he leaned her back on the table, dumping over their drinks and fucker her hard. He reached up and pulled her tit out of her top. He sucked just as she had but with more hunger, more urgency. The overpowering heat and the all-encompassing fornication came to a head. He pulled her up and she stayed there for a moment.
