Author's note: This one has a special meaning for my wife and our... mutual friend. Please vote to your heart's... and other organs'... content.
In the club, the music made the air ripple like blood in the heart. Near the speakers, it quavered like water in a puddle on ground being pounded by a powerful machine. It was hot and thick in the way that made everyone in the room want to take off their clothes. But only one woman did.
Red mane shimmering down her back, red fur newly revealed to every eye in the place, the dancer's steps clicked out as her thigh-high latex boots pressed the stage. No mind there would doubt she was unbelievable. But something better was happening in the room. Stunning as the dancer was, with the sway of her breasts curling into the curves of her figure, shoulders to spine, thighs to ass, the couple's eyes could not be kept from the woman at the end of the bar.
Her eyes found them too, every time the spotlight traced across the stage with the stripper. She watched the cigarette smoke rise from the couple, backlit by the alabaster glow given off from the dancer. She watched it sway blue in the air, drifting with the tune like milk being poured into a clear pond. She watched as he passed it to his wife's lips, his fingers playing on her arm. The wife was watching her, some hidden idea forming, turning, becoming a thrill in her mind.
The woman in the corner knew this because the wife's eyes ignored the dancer, and only watched her now. She took a drag from her husband's cigarette then exhaled slowly, like a long kiss blown across the room.
The woman in the corner stood and made for the employee restroom. It was through the door behind the bar. She knew the owners, and didn't want to be disturbed now. She walked carefully as her knees, thighs and cunt were still feeling the wife's look. She hadn't been drawn like this in years.
In the bathroom, she entered the furthest stall and closed the door. With the same motion she swept up her skirt and shifted aside her g-string. The pull made the fabric on her mons tighter, biting how she liked it. She pulled it tighter, like a sweet punishment as it drew like a rope between her wet lips. She pulled again, rubbing her clit on the bunched fabric. Every built up need of the evening, the women on stage, the few handsome men in the crowd fell away leaving only the couple. Only their faces swirled and swept over her as her fingers plunged inside. Even her own high groans aroused her as she listened to the wet sounds of her fingers and pussy echo softly around the room. She wanted it so much she couldn't stop when the restroom door opened and banged shut. Two people walked in, but did not go to the stalls or the sink.
For the woman in the stall, it was so hard to stop she almost cried as she let her g-string loose and pulled her fingers out. She knew whoever was there could smell her, and that she had better leave. For their benefit, she flushed the toilet, and opened the stall.
