Club beats poundedin my ears as the neon lights crossed across my face as the club interior came into view. Nothing but a titty buffet before me. Various sizes, colors, shapes on different round stages around the room. The plush charcoal velvet chairs were all occupied by men and women alike as they watched the dancers on stage. My eyes zero in on the main stage as a woman acrobatically holds onto a gold pole between her thighs as she hangs upside down. The streams of blue and violet colored lighting shine against my skin and merlot colored dress. The subconscious feeling of being inadequate amongst the thin women on the pole’s creeps in. Before I can begin to question myself, a large hand grips my hand roughly in his. As he opens his mouth to speak, a petite woman walks up and places her hand around Cal, resting her palm against his lower back. He instantly relaxes his posture and kisses her fire-engine red hair. Her pale skin starkly contrasted by an emerald, green corset, and black lace G-string.
“Cal, I didn’t know you were coming in,” the woman calls enthusiastically, handing him a glass of amber liquid from her hands.
“Change of plans, Bee,” he replied, accepting the glass from her hands.
She releases her grip on Cal and she walks away in the tallest pair of heels I have ever seen with ease. I turn to look at the man beside me, who just smirks in anticipation of what I am going to ask him.
“You a frequent flyer here?” I ask.
“Own stock in it,” Cal smirks.
“This is yours?” I ask incredulously, trying to hold a gasp in.
“About a third of an owner as you will,” he says, taking a sip of the amber whiskery-colored liquid.
“You own a gentleman’s club,” I croaked.
“Am I not a gentleman?” Cal asks, an amused smile befitting his lips mere inches from mine.
“The jury is still out,” I said, closing the gap between our lips.
“How might I change your mind?” He breathes.
“Have your way with me,” I whisper against his lips.
He closed his eyes against my forehead, growling against my lips. He tightens his grasp on my hand and leads me away from the stages and behind the black velvet curtain in front of us. He leads me under a silk wine-colored curtain separating a private room from the rest of the club. The only objects in the room were two black leather couches with a gold pole in full display in the middle of the room. My heels echo against the mahogany hardwood floors. I take in the sight in front of me and met with the aroma of leather and lavender mixed with a subtle disinfectant.
“So, this is a private room?” I ask shyly.
“This is,” he says, taking a seat on the couch in front of him.
“Have you been back here before?” I ask, grazing my fingertips across the back of the leather couch.
“I designed it,” he answers, smirking wildly.
“Of course, you did,” I chuckled.
“I told you I could help you.”
“So, you are surrounded by beautiful women with magnificent tits, shaking their ass cheeks in your face all day,” I say, an amused smirk gracing my lips.
“Job hazards,” he smiles.
My hands run along the golden pole and swing my body around it slowly.
“I believe you said you wanted a private dance in a private room?” he asks me.
I stop spinning amusingly and look at him with a look of incredulous in my eyes.
“Oh no, I am not dancing. I am not dancing after seeing those women,” I say firmly.
“Those women don’t have that ass, and in case you haven’t noticed, I’ve had a hard on for you since we got in here,” he replies, grabbing the large bulge in his black suit trousers.
“I have never done this before,” I whisper.
“No one here but us.”
I felt an adrenaline rush with the way he looked at me. I held the soft chenille fabric in my hands and slipped my dress down my body slowly. My eyes never leaving his. My black lace bra with my breasts firmly held in and G-string were in full display. I gripped the pole behind me and push myself down it slowly. My legs spread out as I hold the pole behind me. I didn't know what to do. I have never danced like this nor stripped naked before. I look back up at Cal who immediately shifts in his seat as he sits up straight. A teasing smile graces my lips as I swing my body around the pole to the club music in the background. I expose, rub, and touch my body while it moves around the pole. I press my body firmly against the pole, pressing my breasts against it. I look over to see him run his hand along his bulge in his lap trying to tame it.
This was no longer a dance. This was just foreplay.
I pressed my back against the pole and hooked my thumbs into the sides of my G-string and slowly pulled them down over my hips. His eyes never left mine as I pull them back up. Desire was written in the very green of his eyes. I wanted to be fucked hard by him but teasing him was almost too much fun to bare. I hold onto the thin hairs of my wig and pull it off quickly. My natural jet-black curly hair falls down past my shoulders. I fluff my hair and push it all to one side as I walk slowly towards to the couch near him. I lean over the couch putting myself in full view of him. I cradle his lap and sit down, his bulge gracing against me. I began unbuttoning his shirt, opening it all the way up before running my manicured fingers down his barreled chest. He shudders as my nails send shivers down his spine which makes me giggle. Teasing is so much fun. I grab his hands and place them on my ass cheeks, which he takes full advantage of and grabs it firmly. I gasp at the strength in his hands on my ass as his lips graze gingerly across my collarbone. His hands moved off my behind and grips my breasts roughly. Desire lit my entire body on fire. I wanted every inch of him inside of me. It takes everything in me to push myself up and lean away from him, gyrating my hips against him. His hands slide up the backs of my thighs before I gasp as his calloused hand grazes across my clit and flicks it.