Geoff watched as the young couple walked into the darken club. He wasn't alone, nearly every other man watched her too. Geoff sat at the bar, watching everything going on around him. He loved crowds, seeing the interactions of people in different situations. The young woman walked past him, wearing a back, pinstriped mini dress with spaghetti straps. It amazed him that the dress could hold her large breasts without breaking the thin straps. The large scalloped hem barely covered her front, reaching the very tops of her thighs. She knew she was being watched, not just by Geoff but by every man in the club. She glanced at Geoff, smiling, as she walked past. The guy sitting next to Geoff let out a gasp when he saw that the back of the dress had a high notch cut out, exposing her ass to plain view. Her "date" left her, going to the casino and leaving her alone in the club. The young woman sat at the bar, a couple of seats away from Geoff, her head constantly turning, looking to see who was watching her. When she sat, the dress pulled up, giving anyone who wanted a clear view of her white thong and pussy.
A small crowd gathered around her, each guy trying to buy her a drink or asking her to dance. Stacey, as Geoff was later to learn, took advantage of every offer, always having one or two drinks in front of her and dancing with different guy. Geoff watched as one man dancing would try to feel her up, sliding their hands over her body. She often let them cup her ass or feel her tits, but would push the hand away after several seconds, giving him plenty of time to feel what they wanted of her body. Geoff also noticed the wedding ring on her finger. Barry, the bartender and friend, told Geoff that Stacy and her husband came in about once a month and that he would leave her in the club while he went to gamble. He also told Geoff, even though Geoff knew right away, that Stacy was a little tease, flirting with all men. Barry didn't have to tell Geoff that. He knew right away what she was like. Most of the men trying to pick her up were either her age or just a little older than her 23 years. It was obvious that Stacy loved the attention she received. And it was well deserved...she was a beautiful young woman with an incredible body. Fit and trim, her body had the right curves in the right places. everything fit perfectly. If any part of her body was off, it were her breasts, which were larger and more luscious that what one would have hoped. They definitely weren't too big, but definitely a large D, maybe even a DD.
The black dress hugged her body, accentuating each supple curve of her waist, hips and ass. The low cut top, along with the underlying lift of the cups pushed her large firm breasts out over the top, exposing a large cleavage as well as about half of her breasts. The dress covered just to the top of her areolas with the nipple poking through the thin fabric. She did look good, Geoff thought to himself, but he still didn't like her attitude, that "everyone look at me because I'm so hot" look.
The guy dancing with her was holding her by her waist, pulling her body against his. Geoff could see her grinding her mound against his, probably making his cock hard. The young man's hands slid up her side, cupping the sides of her breasts. Stacy rocked back and forth, adding the the pressure of her tits against his wandering fingers. Stacy even slid her hand down his stomach, cupping his cock in her fingers. Geoff smiled to himself as he watched the guys expression of surprise as she stroked his cock through his pants. The song ended right then. Stacy smiled at the guy, then turned and walked back to her chair without saying a word to the man she had just groped and let grope her. He just stood there, alone on the dance floor, not sure what to do. When Stacy turned her back to him, his expression dropped. He turned and walked away dejected.
Another young man walked up to the bar, standing next to her. He called the bartender, ordered his drink and then another one for the lady. Stacy smiled, "Thank you", she said, putting her hand on his. They talked for a few minutes, then went onto the dance floor. It was obvious to Geoff that Stacey loved showing off her body while dancing. The gyrations of her hips and head, tossing her long blonde hair was noticed by everyone in the club. Bending over, Stacey literally showed her ass as the short skirt rode up, exposing her cheeks to her new partner. The young man reached out, cupping her cheeks, his thumbs slipping between her cheeks. Stacy looked back, smiling at him as she wiggled her ass in his hands. He stepped closer, rubbing his cock against her bare ass. Stacey smiled, letting him have his way with her. She knew she was being watched and loved the attention. She turned around, stepping closer to the young man. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight to him. Stacey rubbed her large breasts against his chest, feeling the rough material of her dress scrape across her hard nipples.
Geoff watched the young man trying to pick up Stacey, but he knew the guy didn't have a chance. Stacey continued rubbing her tits against him, even reaching down, letting her fingers slide along his hard shaft. The song ended a few moments later. They stayed there a minute, talking, then Stacey kissed him gently on the cheek, turned and walked back to the bar, leaving him standing there, wondering what had just happened.
Stacey came back to the bar, sitting next to Geoff, this time. She smiled, then waved her hand to the man that had brought her. "Hi, baby," she said, kissing him on his cheek. He stood next to her, his hand resting on her bare thigh, sliding slowly up n down her leg.
"Been having fun?" he asked, looking around.
Stacey sighed, "I've danced a few times, nothing much. A few guys have tried to touch me, but I slapped their hands away. You know I won't let anyone but you touch me." The man, her husband, smiled, accepting what she said as the truth. Geoff had been getting upset at her teasing. It wasn't that he thought she was a slut, he had no problems with women like that. Geoff just wanted people to be honest about themselves. Geoff respected a slut more than he did Stacey, because a slut lets you know exactly what you were getting. Stacey, on the other hand, was lying to the guys she was flirting with, leading them on, then dropping them at the last. Now after hearing her talking with her clueless husband, Geoff was even more disgusted with her. Her husband kissed her on the cheek.
"I trust you baby," he said, walking back to the casino.
Stacy watched him leave, then looked over at Geoff and smiled. Her eyes looked up and down his body, taking in his older, more mature look. She thought he was about 40, give or take a couple of years, not over twice her age which he was. Geoff smiled at her, then slid over next to her.
"You're a very good dancer, very sensual," he said, offering his hand, "I'm Geoff." Stacy smiled, letting her hand rest in his, "I'm Stacy," she replied, taking a deep breath so that her breasts would show more. "Too bad none of the guys you danced with were any good, though," he said, with an intriguing smile on his face. Stacey looked at him more closely. She liked his more mature appearance, well dressed in designer clothes. He looked distinguished and cultured without looking stuffy or pretentious.
"Do you think you could do better?" she asked, hoping for a specific answer.
