I grabbed hold of the back of the bench and thrust my hips hard against Jackson. The music was loud, and I knew the bouncer wasn’t going to come in. I didn’t know if anyone was watching on the security cameras, but it didn’t really matter. Plenty of girls fucked their clients in the back rooms. I was just playing with my client; it wasn’t anything unusual.
“All right, you can back off a little.”
Jackson had started to look pretty damn uncomfortable as I straddled him. He wanted to stay strong, but his body’s reaction to me was too much for him. It was fun to torture the poor guy, especially after finding him with Ally.
“What do you mean? I thought you liked it when giant breasts were in your face?” I joked.
“I only came back here so I could ask her questions about Ana.”
“Oh, so she didn’t do this to you?” I said as I pressed his face in between my breasts.
Jackson didn’t respond to me and instead grabbed my breasts to hold them tight around his face. He shook his face and made a motor boat noise as his lips vibrated. I couldn’t help but laugh at the sight of him motor-boating my tits.
“I did that,” he said as he pulled away for a second.
Then he grabbed my nipple in his mouth and sucked on it hard. Instantly, I let out a moan as my body reacted to the feeling of his warm lips wrapped around me. He pulled my nipple tight into his mouth and I arched my back in pleasure as he did so. I didn’t think he would up the ante and actually suck on my tit. But I was oh so glad he did.
“Oh, well…that isn’t allowed here,” I said as I reached my hand between my legs and unzipped his pants.
I wrapped my fingers around his cock and pulled him out of his pants. The harder he sucked on my nipple, the firmer I stroked him. Two could play this game.
“Did Ally do this?” I asked as I rubbed him.
“Yep.”
“She did not!” I protested.
Jackson broke out into laughter. It was nice seeing him smile. He was so serious all the time. I could deal with him much better if he would just smile more often. I knew our job was serious and I was taking it seriously, but it was all right to show yo
ur teeth and smile when something was funny.
I wanted to slip my body on top of his engorged cock so badly. I just wanted to feel the sweet relief of an orgasm. It had been so long and I had a huge cock only inches away from me, just waiting to make me moan.
I really had never spent that much time with a guy in recent years. Well, not with a guy who wasn’t gay. Most men I came into contact with were clients and I never saw them outside of the club. I felt a weird connection with Jackson. I still hated that he had brought Ally into the back room, though. I could almost guarantee that she put her tits up to his face and she probably tried to get him to pay for sex, as well. She was a damn whore and Jackson could stay away from her, that was for sure.
“Your fingers seem to be doing something else that isn’t allowed,” Jackson said as he grunted with the pleasure of my hand around his throbbing cock.
“I don’t follow rules very well,” I told him as I leaned in and kissed him.
His lips were hungry for me and our mouths moved together in unison as we passionately kissed. It felt good to kiss a man like Jackson. His firm muscles wrapped around me, and I felt the desire in every move of our bodies. He wrapped his hands around my back and pressed me down onto him. I was only inches away from having his cock inside of me. The decision to take him on was running back and forth through my head. My body certainly wanted Jackson badly. I could feel the wetness of my desire. But my brain kept telling me it was a bad idea and we shouldn’t take things any further.
His tongue dove into my mouth and took it as his own as he grabbed my hair. His hands were firm with me, yet gentle enough to bring desire out. Jackson alternated between sweet and soft kisses, before he kissed rough and hard. It was the perfect combination.
I pressed my hips up against him and could feel his hard cock through my wet G-string. There was only a tiny piece of fabric separating the two of us from being together. It was up to me and I knew that. Jackson wasn’t going to make the next move. He wasn’t going to force things to move further along. If I wanted to feel him inside of me, I would have to take the necessary steps to make it happen.
I agonized over what to do. My body wanted to feel him inside of me so desperately that I almost didn’t care that we were at the club. But deep down, I knew I wouldn’t want to make love to any man in the scuzzy hell hole that was the strip club. It wasn’t my type of thing. If I did decide to make love to Jackson, it was going to be in a bed. A wonderful, fluffy hotel bed.
Slowly, I stopped kissing Jackson and slid up off of his lap. I gave him time to put his throbbing cock back into his pants as I danced in front of the camera to prevent him from being too exposed. He had by far been the best lap dance I had ever given in that club.
“Meet me out back in thirty minutes. I’ll wrap things up here and then we can go.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he said with a mischievous smile.
I turned and left the room and walked toward the back dressing area. I couldn’t believe what had just happened between us. Had it all been a show for the cameras? I didn’t think so. I felt a passion between us. I felt his desire for me.
Jackson was so reserved outside of the club, but in that room he had been passionate. In that room, he had wanted me and I felt that. I was giddy with excitement as I made my way into the back room. I couldn’t wait to get changed and go back to the hotel with Jackson. I wondered if we would continue our make out session or if we would both go back to pretending like we weren’t getting along.
“Get the fuck into my office!” screamed Stephano as I walked into the dressing room. “Who the fuck do you think you are?