That made me crazy. It put pressure on that hardening nub of my own clit that I couldn't escape. I started to moan, softly, feeling her hard nipples scraping past mine through my dress. Our pussies mashed against one another in an aching rhythm, and the pleasure rushed up on me before I could stop it. I was so close.
She was, too. The music had stopped, but Jenny's hips kept pumping. "Keep pushing," she whispered. "Keep fucking me, Kim. You're gonna make me come all over your sweet pantied pussy."
I think it was the dirty talk that did it. Usually, I had some warning before my own orgasms. Not this time. I threw my head back, bit my lip, and writhed underneath her as my own climax overtook me. I saw stars behind my eyelids. My thighs stiffened and I lifted my ass off the seat to press harder against her while I came, that little clit-ring of hers bringing me off in front of everyone in the club!
When I went off, so did she, crying out. Unashamed for anyone to see the flush that swept pink over her lovely skin. Afterwards, the two of us just sat there panting, entangled on the chair. With a shy smile, I took the dollar in my hand and tucked it into Jenny's panties while people whistled and cheered. It wasn't just my boyfriend or the group of friends. The whole club applauded.
Jenny stood me up, straightened out my clothes, and looked as if she were about to say something, but was interrupted by an older gentleman with steel gray hair. He walked up to us and handed me a five-dollar bill. "You were hot as hell, honey," he told me.
I didn't know whether to be flattered or angry, so I just hid my face and handed the money to Jenny.
She gave me a wink. "I'll take your money, but only if you write your phone number on it."
And my boyfriend handed me the pen.
Of course, I don't think either of us expected her to call that very same night…
~~~
"Hey, maybe that's your new girlfriend calling."
Chad teased me, holding me in the parking lot next to his car, his arms around my waist.
"Stop," I said, laughing, ignoring my ringing phone.
We were both in a great mood, but he was a little drunk, and turned on, if his erection pressing against my belly was any indication. Our friends had taken off for the night; it was just the two of us. I was so keyed up I couldn't wait to go back to his apartment, but I felt like we needed to talk about what had happened, too. "Shouldn't you be jealous?"
"Of another girl?" Chad asked, sliding his hands down to my ass. "Nope. I'm the one who bought you the lap dance, remember? It makes me nervous that I'm your first. I figure I've got to make up for a lot of missed experiences if I intend to hold onto you."
He made it sound like a joke, but the softness in his expression twinkling in the lamplight made me think he meant it on some level and my heart softened a little bit. He had been my first and he'd made losing my virginity a special and exciting thing. I felt safe with him to try new things and explore whoever I was and whoever I was meant to be.
When the phone rang again, we both laughed, nervously. I lifted the phone to my ear and took the call.
Jenny's voice came low and sultry over the connection. "Kim?"
I blushed. "Yeah."
"So you gave me your real number…"
It hadn't even occurred to me not to. "Yeah."
"I just wanted to check," Jenny said, her voice lowering a little bit. "And to let you know that I'm off the clock now if you want to finish what we started…"
"Um," I said, my eyes flicking nervously at Chad. He was leering, vastly amused. I think he knew, without my having to say so, that I was talking to the girl who just gave me an orgasm with her clit-ring. "I'm kind of with my boyfriend right now."
"I can see that," Jenny said, emerging from the foggy alleyway leading from the club.
She was a vision, striding through the parking lot to us in high-heeled thigh-high leather boots, a tight mini-skirt, and a fur jacket over a midriff baring tube top. Somehow, she was even sexier clothed, like a movie-star with the same confident strut; she knew that she looked good. "Hi."
"Hi," I said, shyly, ending the call.
She did too, and I felt my breath quicken at the way she let her hungry eyes devour me, as if she hadn't had enough before.
"Well, hello there," Chad said. He gave Jenny a flirtatious once-over and I felt like a hypocrite for feeling jealous. "Thanks for the show tonight. You and Kim and me are going to be doing the dirty in my fantasies all week long—hell, all year long. Unless you want it to be more than a fantasy."
Wait a minute—we hadn't talked about that!
"Easy, stud." Jenny smirked. "I only like boys when I'm on the job…"