Marlenes Mature Fantasies Pt 07

The Lap Dance

"You remembered my name? I'm actually kind of flattered. I told you I'd be keeping an eye out for you on amateur nights, remember?" he replied with a smile of his own. "And I've already put the three hundred bucks in the tip basket here."

She glanced at the little wicker basket on the side table and noted that it contained several bills. "I do remember you saying that," she responded, her smile widening, "On the courthouse steps. And here I thought you were just trying to be polite."

Gerry laughed aloud, "Hey, if you thought that, then you don't know me at all, because I'm almost never polite," he said with a broad grin.

"And, after all this time, you've been watching and waiting for me to show up for an amateur night strip? I guess now it's my turn to feel flattered. Thank you, Gerry."

He shrugged with a sheepish little smile, "Yeah, well... don't get too excited, I tend to come here a lot anyway. The owner's a personal friend of mine."

"So I gather," replied Marlene with a raised eyebrow. "He even chipped in an extra two hundred to make sure I'd be more willing to do it. Seriously, Gerry... five hundred dollars for a lap dance? According to Larry, that's about a thousand percent above the going rate."

He shrugged again, "So?... I guess I wanted to make sure I got your attention," he quipped.

Marlene smiled as a wave of arousal swept through her. Was this all about sex? She had seen the hungry look of lust in his eyes from the moment she walked into the room. Had he concocted this elaborate little lap dance scheme with his owner friend just to have sex with her? The thought intrigued and even pleased her.

"Wow," she said, raising an eyebrow, "I think you must have REALLY liked my little amateur night dance."

Gerry grinned at her with a leer, "Lady," he said, his eyes moving lasciviously over her body, "I thought you fuckin' knocked it out of the park. I'm pretty sure you must have had every guy in the joint wanting to fuck your brains out right there on the stage."

Marlene blinked several times, a little taken aback by the vulgarity of his remark. She wasn't offended in any way, it was exactly the kind of thing she expected from a man like Gerry Porter, but the abruptness still took her a little by surprise. The idea of being fucked on stage by a crowd of lusting men sent a renewed thrill of excitement through her.

"Did that include you too, Gerry?" she asked with a tentative smile. "Were you one of those guys? Did you want to fuck my brains out too?"

He laughed and shook his head. "Oh, absolutely," he replied his eyes riveted to the front of her skirt. "But I didn't need to see you dance to want that, Marlene," he continued as his eyes moved over her body. "I've been wanting to fuck your brains out from the first time I ever laid eyes on you. Although, I really gotta say... watching you dance sure brought it all back to me."

He shifted in the chair and Marlene was suddenly aware of the bulge of his erection tenting the front of his pants. She smiled, a little excited by his openly expressed lust. "I'll take that as a compliment, Gerry, thank you."

She stood in front of him with her hands on her hips, "Is that what this was all about, Gerry? Getting me alone in here to... as you say... fuck my brains out... for five hundred dollars?"

Gerry's eyes widened in surprise and he shook his head adamantly, "No," he said, "it's not like that at all, Marlene. Believe me, I know the rules around here. You're the boss of me in this room... and I can't touch you. And, I'm good with that tool"

Marlene smiled, actually beginning to enjoy the encounter with Gerry and looking forward to teasing him mercilessly with her body.

"But, a guy can dream about it though. Right?" he said with another leer as he moved his hips suggestively. "And I sure wouldn't cry if you let me have a happy ending," he added.

It was at that moment that something shifted inside her. His crudeness and vulgarity, much like the swarthy man looking up at her as she waited for her music to begin, brought a heightened sense of arousal to her and she wanted to possess him--wipe that arrogantly masculine leer from his face--and fuck HIS brains out.

"I DO have one little request though," he said with an evil smile. "I want to buy your panties. If you take'em off right now and give'em to me, I'll give you an extra hundred bucks."

"You want to buy my panties?" she returned with a tiny smile. As he watched with wide eyes, she teasingly raised the front of her little tennis skirt and, with the front of her panties exposed, thrust her hips at him suggestively. "These panties right here, Gerry? Are these the ones you want?"

"Oh, FUCK yeah," he groaned, staring at her crotch as she moved her hips. "Take'em off for me, Marlene, I want to see that pretty little pussy of yours."

She looked down at him appraisingly and then reached beneath her skirt to grasp her panties and pull them down. Seeing the look of pure lust on Gerry's face caused her heart to begin beating rapidly. She stepped out of her panties casually, holding them up in front of her, dangling them on her index finger in front of Gerry's face.

Gerry swallowed hard and nodded, "I've got the money right here in the breast pocket of my jacket, Marlene... just reach in and take it."

Marlene chuckled, "Oh, I will, Gerry. But first I'm a little curious to know what a grown man would want with my little panties," she said, teasingly spinning them around her finger.

Gerry leered at her challengingly--and thinking to intimidate her said, "I'd lay'em on my pillow every night so I could smell that sweet... sweet pussy of yours."

His words sent a shiver of excitement through her. Teasingly she brought the panties close to her face, "Ooh, I'm afraid I've made them a little wet from all my... dancing," she said, pointedly taking a deep sniff and wrinkling her nose playfully. "I'm afraid they're a little ripe right now, maybe I should have them washed first."

"Oh, FUCK no!" gasped Gerry, his eyes wide. "I want them just the way they are or no deal... bring'em closer, Marlene. Let me have a smell."

She smiled and bit her lip, stepping close to dangle the panties directly into his face.

"Oh, my fucking God," he gasped, rubbing his face against the panties as he took deep breaths. To her astonishment, he even flicked out his tongue against the crotch area and groaned. "Two hundred," he said as she pulled her panties away, "I'll give you two hundred for the fuckin' panties, Marlene. TWO hundred."

Her eyes widened in mild surprise, not simply because of the money he offered but more because of the lustful hungry look in his eyes. She smiled impishly, enjoying being teasingly playful with him. At the same time, she couldn't help but feel more than a little sorry for him.

He must have so little of any real emotional value in his life, she thought. If he truly wanted her panties to smell while he masturbated at night then her heart went out to him. And for all his vulgarity and blustering bravado, she could see the emotionally stunted insecure man beneath.

"Why, Gerry..." she said with a coy look, "If I didn't know better, I might begin to think you really like the smell of my pussy." As he watched wide-eyed, she held the crotch of her panties between her legs and wiped her labia with them to drench them even more than they already were.

Without smiling, he gave her a frantic look. "I've got the money right here. Just take it and give me those panties, Marlene."

She bent and reached into his pocket and removed a small wad of bills. Surprisingly they were all one hundred dollar bills... seven of them. She peeled off two bills and put them in her tip tray with the three hundred already in there.

"That's a lot of money to carry around, Gerry," she said as she folded the rest of the bills and placed them back into his breast pocket.

"Yeah?... Well, I guess I like to come prepared," he said with another leer, "You know... in case I want to buy a pair of panties or something."

Marlene smiled as she gently folded her panties. She bent low in front of Gerry to slip the panties into the side pocket of his sports jacket, intentionally bringing her breasts close to his face.

"Mmm..." he murmured, leaning forward to press his nose into her exposed cleavage. "Your tits smell really nice too."

She smiled down at him and then pressed the button on the wall to have the music begin to play. As the drumbeat of Prince's song suddenly filled the room, she turned toward Gerry and slowly began to unbutton her vest as she began to dance in front of him.

"Oh, yeah," he groaned pleasurably, "I wanna see those titties again, and up close this time."

She began to dance and gyrate in front of him, thrusting her hips provocatively and rocking her shoulders to allow her breasts to sway beneath her vest.

With his eyes focused on her chest, Marlene shrugged the vest from her shoulders, playfully holding it to her chest before tossing it aside to bare her breasts.

"Yes," hissed Gerry, his eyes intent on her breasts as she shook her shoulders to have them sway alluringly.

Sensing his desire, Marlene stepped to the front of the chair and bent over, placing her hands onto the soft arms of the chair and inclining her body forward to bring her breasts close to his face.

She smiled down at him, his eyes riveted to her breasts, and moved her shoulders from side to side, brushing his lips with each of her erect nipples.

Gerry jolted and gasped, parting his lips and flicking his tongue out to lick each of her nipples. While she had done it purely to tease him, she felt a surge of arousal as his tongue flicked against her.

"Oh, fuck yeah," he groaned softly as he moved his head from side to side, rubbing his face against her breasts, "Oh, fuck yeah."

Marlene gasped softly as he suddenly opened his mouth wide and sucked her left nipple into his mouth, moaning deep in his throat as the flat of his tongue moved rapidly against her.

She could have drawn back, pulled away to end the intimate contact... but, as Gerry released her nipple, she shifted her shoulders to bring her other nipple to his mouth, wanting to feel the same sensuality there.

When she finally pulled back and his mouth fell from her breast, she looked directly into his eyes and shivered to see the intensity of his hunger and lust. He was breathing heavily from his slightly opened mouth, his face flushed, as he squirmed in his chair.

Marlene rose and looked down at the now very large bulge in the front of his pants, and smiled. To her mild surprise, the Prince song had already faded, and 'Come to Mama' began to play.

"It appears from the bulge in your pants that you enjoyed sucking on my nipples, Gerry," she said with a teasing smile.

He returned her smile with a leer, "Oh, yeah," he said with a nod, "And from the flush on your cheeks right now, It sure looks like you didn't mind it either."

"Touché," she said with a bemused smile, loving his vain attempt to maintain his perceived male dominance. "And I especially love having my nipples sucked while I'm being fucked."

She did her best not to smile at his surprised reaction. "Is that how you imagined it would happen with me, Gerry? Sucking my nipples while you're fucking me?"

It excited her to be so openly vulgar with him and she reached between her legs to stroke herself. "Mmm... " she sighed, "Just thinking about it has made me wet all over again."

She lifted her fingers to her mouth and licked them as she looked into his wide imploring eyes. "Would you like a little taste of my pussy juices, Gerry?"

Gerry's body jolted and he shifted uncomfortably in his chair as she approached and knelt astride his thighs. He brought her fingers to his mouth and he licked her almost hungrily as she smeared his lips with her vaginal secretions.

"Oh, fuck... Marlene, you're makin' me crazy with all this," he gasped, his voice low and throaty. "My balls are about ready to explode."

Marlene smiled and moved her hips to the tempo of the song, pressing her pubic mound rhythmically against the bulge in his pants.

Gerry groaned and began to thrust his hips up into her. Moments later, when she sensed he was perilously close to the happy ending he had been hoping for, she teasingly pulled away.

"No, no, no," he gasped his eyes wide--imploring, "Don't stop, Marlene... You CAN'T stop now... Please."

As Jimmy's guitar solo crescendoed and Koko's voice began the final verse of the song, Marlene reached down and undid the front of Gerry's pants, pulling them open to allow his erection to spring free. "But I have to stop, Gerry," she said, looking directly into his eyes, "because it's time."

"Time?" he gasped as her hand closed over his shaft.

"Yes, honey," she sighed, her voice thick with arousal. She pressed his erection against the folds of her vulva, making him slick with her secretions.

"It's time... "she murmured, stroking the length of his erection with her slick, wet pussy lips. "For you... " she continued, raising her hips to feel the tip of his cock parting her lips. "To Come to Mama."

She took him inside her, lowering herself onto the shaft of his erection. She gasped to feel him inside her, his erection was huge, stretching her vagina almost painfully... and yet so pleasurably.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling his head to her to bring her mouth close to his ear as she reached orgasm, holding herself still as Gerry frantically thrust up into her, his body convulsing beneath her.

"Come to Mama, Gerry, Come to Mama," she murmured in his ear, mirroring Koko's voice at the end of the song.

With a loud cry, Gerry exploded inside her. She felt his erection swelling as he let go and released into her, her thigh muscles trembling uncontrollably as her orgasm began to wane.

The music ended and they remained coupled for several moments, neither of them moving. Finally, she rose and he slipped from inside her. She grasped a handful of tissues from the side table, pressing it between her legs to catch his dripping semen.

Gerry quickly stood and adjusted his pants. They smiled at one another and she held her arms out to him. They embraced warmly.

"Goddamn it, Marlene," he said softly, "I never... in a million years... expected anything like this would happen."

"I didn't either, Gerry," she replied with a smile, "but I'm not sorry it happened either."

"Me neither," he responded with a broad grin. "Hey... maybe we can even get together... "

Knowing what he was about to say, she cut him off, "No, Gerry. Let's just let this one moment exist between us. I think we both got what we wanted... and let's just leave it at that."

Gerry nodded, "Okay, I can respect that," he said. "But I'm still keeping your panties," he added with a laugh.

"And I'm keeping your money," she returned with a laugh of her own as she grasped the bills from the tip tray.

"You know, Gerry," she said, pursing her lips thoughtfully. "If you think about it... it's rather poetically ironic how... my ex-husband paid you to try to catch me in the act of fucking someone. And then tonight you're the one who ended up fucking me... maybe even buying my panties with some of the money you got from him."

"Gerry laughed aloud, "I see what you mean. It's weird isn't it?"

They could hear voices from outside the room and she knew Larry was there as friendly support. "Come on, let's make a show of it." she said, grasping Gerry's necktie over her shoulder and pulling him behind her as she opened the door.

Larry was indeed there in the hallway, along with Gerry's friend, the club owner. "I'm making him Come to Mama," she said, tugging his tie as she pulled him along behind her, making the two men laugh aloud.

"Marlene," said the owner, holding out his hand, "Ron Jeremy. It's nice to finally meet you. Congratulations on your amateur night win, I hope you'll come back to see us again soon."

"Thank you," she responded warmly, releasing his hand as he and Gerry began to move away. "Thanks, honey," she said, kissing Gerry's cheek.

"Yeah, you too," he responded with a warm smile as he and Ron departed.

"I was getting a little worried," said Larry, "You guys were in there for a long time."

Marlene smiled, "I guess I lost track of the time," she said. "His name's Gerry Porter and I know him. We spent a bunch of time just catching up."

"Ah," said Larry, nodding with understanding.

Marlene went on to explain how she knew Gerry and her experiences with him as a private detective as they too left the hallway.

"Oh, and before I forget," said Larry, pulling the three hundred dollars from his jacket pocket,"

"Why don't you just keep that," she said, stilling his hand with her own. "From me to you as a thank you for your kindness and support. And, while we're at it," she continued, handing him two hundred more, "He bought my panties and paid me two hundred extra for them."

Larry laughed aloud, "It takes all kinds," he said. "And thank you very much. I'll take my wife out for a really nice dinner. Are you going to hang around for a while?"

She shook her head, "You know, I think I'd just like to have a nice hot soak in my tub and go to bed. I'd like to say goodnight to the other dancers first though."

Larry nodded, "Give me your car keys and I'll have one of my guys bring your car around back."

When she gave him a curious look, he explained. "There's a small crowd of guys outside in the parking lot," he said. "it's probably better if they don't see you leave or... heaven forbid, follow you home."

Marlene grimaced, "Good idea," she said, not really wanting her little stripper episode to blend in with her private life. Once she retrieved her purse from Larry's sound station, she handed him her keys.

He escorted her to the table where the other amateur dancers sat, and they greeted her warmly once more. She gave each one of them another one hundred dollar bill, her lapdance fee, and it warmed her heart to see the looks of astonished appreciation in their eyes.

Larry arrived several minutes later and handed her the keys to her car. She stood and hugged each of the other women and followed him to the back door of the establishment.

She hugged him warmly and kissed his cheek. "I get the feeling," he said, "that we won't be seeing you back this way anytime soon."

"Probably not," she said with a heavy sigh. "This was all just kind of a lifelong fantasy for me... and now, I guess it's over and time for me to move on."

"Well, if you ever need anything... you know how to reach me," he said, giving her another embrace.

She started her car and pulled away, giving him a little wave as she drove off. She giggled as she drove through the parking lot and saw a small gathering of men near the door waiting for her to exit.

A sense of euphoria settled over her and she couldn't stop smiling. She had done it, her long-held fantasy of stripping and performing lewdly in front of a crowd of lusting men had finally been realized. She had not only turned her fantasy into reality, she had completely surrendered herself--body and soul-- to the sinfully salacious immorality of her performance.

Not only had she managed to reach orgasm twice during her performance, but had also realized that sharing her pleasure so openly--so shamelessly--had been a profoundly liberating experience. In those orgasmic moments, she had a sense she was renewing herself to the entire world--This is ME. This is who I AM.

That sense of liberation continued with Gerry Porter. She had taken all of his manly bluster and obscene rhetoric, designed to demean and debase her, as well as women in general, and thrown it right back in his face. And, for as much as he had boldly professed his desire to fuck her brains out, it was she who had taken charge of the encounter, and SHE who had fucked HIM. And their sex had been just the kind of hot, grunting animal sex she had been craving, and she smiled.