Jen and Vince - We Rob Banks, Part 2
Vince and Jen sat in their hotel room that night. The TV was on, but they weren't watching it. Jen sat beside the bed wearing only a t-shirt and Vince sat at the base of the bed, in only his boxers. A hastily drawn map was lying in front of them as they went over their plan. It was going to be simple, really, and the danger of it excited her. All her life she'd been the "good" girl, always doing what everyone told her, always acting the way she thought everyone wanted her to.
But since Vince came into her life, everything changed. She wanted to be a little "bad". She wanted to have some excitement in her life. And Vince had just brought that... in spades. He made her body boil with need and desire. His actions had made her want sex all the time... and the more different it was from her boring husband's in-the-dark-missionary-position, the better.
"By tomorrow night, we should be near the Mexican border, darlin." He said looking at her, his excitement evident in his sparkling eyes. "With lots of money to spend."
He showed her where she'd be standing, showed her where she'd go, what she'd say. He told her exactly what he would be doing and how much time they had to act.
Jen was breathing hard, her nipples poking out against the thin material of her shirt. "This really is going to be dangerous, huh?" she asked quietly. She looked over his muscled chest, his ass concealed behind the thin material of his boxers, and felt the need for him. She squeezed her thighs together and felt the warm wetness between them.
He looked into her eyes, deciding if she was up for the task or not. They'd already caused enough trouble to spend a few years in jail, with him probably spending the rest of his life for murder if they pinned that gas-station attendant on him. What he saw surprised him. It wasn't really fear. It was scared excitement. He realized that she got off on danger.
He leaned forward and the two met in a passionate kiss, hands grabbing the others face to hold onto. They pulled on the other tightly, too excited to break their contact. Both were panting heavily when they finally did break after a few minutes, smoldering eyes looking at the other. They wanted each other... badly. He pulled her up further, his mouth latching onto the point of her nipple over her shirt, nibbling and sucking on it. She whimpered at the sudden contact, the ferocity. He moved to the other and bit it, eliciting more moans of approval. She wanted him, needed him.
His hand slid down her stomach until it palmed her mound over her panties, his fingers stroking against her clit, rolling it, teasing it. He slid into her panties and slipped a finger up and into her wetness, fingering her slowly. She moaned in heat and need, panting.
"I think I need a drink," Vince said, pulling back, smiling. After a searing moment like that, Jen was amazed that he wouldn't just take her, like she wanted... like she needed. She stared at him in disbelief and desire. "Don't worry, doll. I'm going to fuck you. I just want to play some more first." She smiled, not knowing what fun he meant, but knowing that it would likely be exciting. "Get dressed. We're going out."
They both threw on some clothes, he in jeans and a t-shirt, she in a short skirt and a t-shirt. They slipped out of the hotel and walked down the street towards the nearest bar... the Pussycat Lounge. Jen gripped his hand tightly. Not only had she rarely drank before, but she'd never been to a strip club before. It was so wrong, so demeaning. She was nervous yet very excited.
Vince was smiling broadly as he pulled her in behind him and paid the lady the cover charge at the entrance. They moved to a nearby table and sat, watching the crowd. It wasn't very crowded, and there were plenty of girls milling about. Jen couldn't help but stare at how skimpy the girls were dressed, how they moved, and how they enticed the customers. She noticed that she wasn't the only woman in the crowd, too, with one getting a lap dance at a table only twenty feet away. And it looked.... hot! The girl was grinding into her as the customer's hands slid over her body.
Jen's hand gripped Vince's thigh, sliding up and down it, grazing his erection. Her other hand brought her whisky sour to her lips taking a sip. Not having had much alcohol, it went straight to her head, making her a little tipsy and loosening her inhibitions.
"Next on to our main stage... Candy," the announcer said over the loudspeakers.
There were a few claps and several of the men made their way to the seats at the stage when Candy appeared. She was a buxom brunette wearing a skimpy bikini along with some tight-fighting cloth chaps. The chaps highlighted her beautiful crotch and ass perfectly making both Jen and Vince drool. He could feel Jen's excitement through her hand on his leg, and watched her as she stared at the woman on stage beginning her dance.
The music was very high tempo rock with the lead voice ironically singing about a stripper dancing. Candy perfectly matched the tempo as she swayed about on the stage, moving from customer to customer. When she'd moved to them all once, she picked one and sat in front of him, stroking her body over her suit. Jen watched enraptured, never before seeing anything so erotic. She gasped when Candy's fingers slid inside her panties and then pulled them away to reveal her lovely pussy. Her fingers slid along her lips for the man, a finger quickly sliding inside herself before she replaced the thin material.
Dirty little lady with the pretty pink thong
Every sugar daddy hittin on her all night long.
Doesn't care about the money she could be with anybody
Ain't it funny how the hunny wanted you all along!
(You naughty thing)
Your ripping up the dance floor honey!
(You naughty women)
You shake your ass around for everyone!
