How I ended up there I don't know. I was the new guy in the office and on my first trip. A few of the senior guys had dragged me to a few bars that they knew and we had all had a good time. I had that comfortable dreamlike fog that grips the intoxicated and was definitely feeling no pain as I dug into my pocket and handed her my last wadded up bill.
She looked down and I watched her eyes widen in surprise. She had the loveliest eyes, bright blue, blue enough to even be seen in the limited light of the club. She flashed me a dazzling smile. "You sure about this sugar?" she said with a voice as sweet as her affectation.
Sure about what I thought to myself as I watched the light behind her explode her hair into a golden halo. Am I sure I can keep from falling off my chair? Am I sure I want to taste those sensuous lips just a foot from my own? Am I sure I want to even though my young wife is back in Maryland waiting for me to get back from my business trip in a few days? All these thoughts went through my mind as I fell deeper into her eyes. "uh, yeah." I croaked out, fully convinced that phrase would get this beauty to go home with me.
She once again glanced at the denomination before tucking it quickly into her stash. She turned and walked back to me catlike, with her eyes locked onto mine and her hips rolling to the music. She kicked my feet further apart and seemed to melt to her knees.
Pressing her palms on my thighs she slid them up across my stomach and onto my chest. I continued to stare into those welcoming orbs of pleasure and the dainty smile beneath. Her fingers slowly undid each button on my shirt. My cock stiffened as it was pressed into her firm breasts. I could actually see the bulge in my jeans nestled in the snug valley between them. As she opened each button she slid further down and I leaned my head back as my senses swirled in the headiness of throbbing music, lights, and the pure flesh of woman. My cock grew warm and I actually wondered if I had cum in my pants till I saw her breathing into the fabric of my jeans.
She stood quickly and began to sway to the beat. Her hips dragging her torso left and right as her hands slid up and cupped those perfect tits. He fingers tugged at both nipples as she looked into my eyes again and smiled that fuck me smile all strippers perfect.
Her hands slid down and she pulled the fabric of her thong away from her pussy, paused as if embarrassed then let the elastic snap back into place. Her fingers spread across the thin material and she slid her longest finger along the crevice gasping. She pumped her hips and rubbed back and forth and if she was pretending I couldn't have guessed.
She turned and looking over her shoulder hooked a thumb in the straps on each side. Again the smile as she slowly peeled them down her long legs bending until she reached her ankles. Framed in the oval cleft at the tops of her thighs was the most beautiful pussy I had ever seen. Perfectly proportioned lips tight but looking ready to burst open like a tulip bud. A slight glisten of moisture where the hood slides from between them to surround the little pleasure button and just the faintest wisps of honey gold strands that match what fell around her shoulders.
The long sharp red fingernails slid around her left hip pulling her cheeks slightly apart to increase my view. She turned and moved her arm up along her back and slid those red nails down and across her perfection, pressing firmer each time, on the third trip her finger parted them and slipped slight between. That lone finger began to dip within gathering the dewy moisture only to come free and paint the soft lips with its stickiness.