MY NAUGHTY VIXEN
The following vignettes were inspired by Ima and Isseii of the Lit boards. Thank you ladies for your amazing sexiness.
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You have been such a naughty girl, I thought it was time you met some other naughty girls. I hand you your outfit for the evening, a small sundress that ties behind the neck and a pair of heels; all you will be wearing. We leave, destination: a local strip club.
On the way, you tell me you are getting horny.
"Show me," I tell you. You reach for my lap. "No," I say, "show me on yourself. Take of the dress and play with yourself."
You recline your seat and slide your dress off. You begin to touch yourself. Several passing vehicles can see you as you caress yourself and finger your pussy. As distracted as I am, I manage to keep one eye on the road and we arrive at the club. You quickly dress and we walk in.
It is late afternoon, and the club is relatively quiet. There are about a half dozen guys and three or four dancers. Your arrival causes a little bit of a stir. The guys all check you out as we grab a table. As we order drinks, one of the dancers asks if we'd like a dance.
"The lady would," I smile.
She takes your hand and leads you over to the couch for a lap dance. The other guys all tear their eyes away from the stage to watch the dancer rub her body against yours as she strips.
I am rock hard watching the show and it gives me an idea. She finishes the dance and I motion you back to our table with a slight nod. I take your hand and move us to a couple of chairs next to the stage. The girl performing dances towards us. I leave a tip and she bends down to kiss my cheek. I give a quick shake of my head and nod towards you. She smiles and kisses you full on the lips. By now the attention of all the guys in the club is on you. As she kisses you I whisper in her ear. She turns to me with a questioning look. I pull out another $20 and nod yes. She smiles again and takes your hand, starting to pull you up towards the stage. You turn to me.
I nod sternly, "yes, go."
You step up towards the stage, your dress riding up and exposing your bare ass to the guys lucky enough to be in the right spot. As you take the stage with the dancer the small crowd lets out a huge cheer. You are not quite sure what to do and stand on the stage, near the main pole as the dancer twirls around you, feeling you up. She whispers in your ear, but the music is loud and you are distracted, looking out at the guys and the other dancers who've stopped working to see what happens next. The dancer on stage scoops up a stocking she had taken off earlier in her routine. She backs you up a step as she again runs her hands over your body. Suddenly and quickly she uses the stocking to tie your hands behind you to the pole. You look at me. I smile back.