His Sister in His Lap

She slinked over to the throne and sat down, adopting the persona of a bored monarch, lifting her legs onto the armrest and tapping her fingers against her face she said, "Now, each of you will take a turn as the king on his throne; the only question is who will be your queen. Does someone want to choose first or shall we leave it to chance?"

Watanabe gave his usual translation, and there was a bit of back and forth between Mr Peterson and Mr Tanaka, with Peterson asking Tanaka to go first and Tanaka insisting it would be more fun to leave it to chance. They eventually agreed that all the girls were stunning and so chance it was. Amelia bought out a bag full of dice.

Only a one-in-six chance of another encounter with his sister, John thought. Those odds seemed pretty good. He was feeling confident enough to try and work out who he felt most comfortable having Karen (No! Penelope!) dance for. Not Tanaka, surely, he was the type to take liberties. He probably would rather she entertain neither of his bosses, but he'd prefer Peterson to Roberts, because at least he didn't see Peterson every day. John wasn't quite sure how to read Nakamura. He was quiet, but John wasn't sure if he was also a creep. Watanabe was probably the safest choice. He seemed harmless enough.

The dice game turned out to be a lot more complicated than he'd initially imagined. First she took six of the dice arranged them so each had a different number facing up, put each under a cup and then scrambled them. The girls took turns choosing a cup and then arranged themselves in that order. Penelope was number four. Then Amelia did the same for the guys, making it clear they were picking for the order of their turn, not a specific girl, not yet. John was lucky and got to go second. At least it will be over quickly, he thought, one way or another.

"Okay," said Amelia, "Now we're ready to start the main event. Each of you will roll two dice and then you can choose which of the two lovely ladies you want to be your companion tonight. If you roll the same number on both dice, then it must be fate and that girl is you companion. If you roll the number of a girl who has already been chosen, then you can steel her away from the other guy if you wish. If you have your girl stolen from you, you will have another chance to choose again and, who knows, maybe even steel her back."

It seemed a lot of effort just to pair up. John wondered if they got a lot of Asian customers in the club. This seemed like the kind of silly drinking game a lot of Japanese or Chinese businessmen might go for. It also seemed to mean, if he'd understood the rules correctly, that he would never quite be out of the woods whatever happened.

Roberts rolled first and had a choice of Monique and Amelia. He made a big deal of umming and ahhing to seem polite, but eventually went with Amelia. She'd was still compering, so she didn't go and sit with him, just gave him a peck on the cheek and continued.

Next was John's go. As he picked up the dice, Roberts said, "Well, we all know who John wants." A cry of "Number four! Number four!" went up around the room. Even Tanaka with his limited English joined in. John rolled a one and a two -- Trisha and Nikita. Immensely relieved he chose Nikita as she was his genuine preference. She came over to sit with him and put her hand on his lap. He took it, giving it a light squeeze.

Amelia continued, "It was not to be. Still anything can happen. Tanaka-san, your go."

Tanaka gave the dice a blow and then rolled. A two and a four -- Nikita and Penelope. Magnanimously he smiled at John and pointed to Nikita. She got up, kissed John goodbye and went over to the other side of the room. "Fate and your friends are kind to you tonight," Amelia said to John. John swore internally, but smiled back. John wasn't sure how much this kidnapping had been out of kindness to allow him another shot at Penelope and how much had been a genuine desire for Nikita. She was, according to John's assessment, the hottest girl in the room, although there wasn't much in it. Perhaps he should have gone for Trisha who was less likely to be stolen from envy.

Peterson rolled Davina and Monique and took Monique. John wondered if Peterson was consciously trying to remove the larger black girl from the selection for his guest. They often didn't meet the typical Asian standards of beauty. Maybe on the other hand, he just liked great big asses. That was a definite possibility too. Nakamura rolled Trisha and Davina and took Trisha.

Four of the girls were now partnered up. Davina had been rolled twice and passed over twice and was doing her best to keep smiling. Penelope had only been rolled once, but what with all the cheering had already received more attention than anyone else in the room.

Watanabe rolled the dice and got Trisha and Penelope. Trisha was already sitting between him and Nakamura, her current beau, and she just took her hands from round him and put them round Watanabe. Everyone had just assumed he wouldn't take the girl who was already earmarked for someone else.

"That concludes the first round," said Amelia. "For round two, we just need to find partners for Mr Amberley and Nakamura-san,"

John was a natural mathematician and reminded himself not to panic. The odds of getting Penelope were not actually any higher or lower than they had been at the start of the game. Except now two of their guests had passed over her on his behalf. If he did roll her, he would have no choice but to take her. It would be weird and insulting to everyone not to.

He rolled the dice and got a one and a four. Nikita and Penelope. This was the worst possible outcome. He could hardly steel Nikita back from the magnanimous CEO.

Penelope sat down and gave him a gentle hit with her handbag. "That's for keeping a girl waiting," she said teasingly. The room erupted into laugher. Even Tanaka, who presumably hadn't understood what she had said, got her meaning.

John felt his sisters skin press against his. He could smell her perfume. She didn't smell like he remembered, it was alien. He was lost in sensation, when suddenly another great cheer went up to the room.

With the final dice roll of the evening, Nakamura had rolled double four. He had no choice but to steel Penelope away from John! Trying to look upset, but secretly feeling relieved, he escorted her across to the other side of the room.

"Fate is kind and fate is cruel. But perhaps it will favour you still. You have one more roll." said Amelia in a cod mystic tone.

Fate had certainly been dicking him around this evening. He didn't feel like surrendering to it again. It was time to end the game while his sister was still on the other side of the room. "I think maybe fate has forgotten about Davina," he said. "She's going to be standing there all evening at this rate. Perhaps, now everyone else has a partner, she could come with me?"

There was a bit of semi-drunken discussion about whether this a noble gentlemanly act worth of great praise, whether it was a cowardly act of abandonment of his dream girl, and if it was even allowed by the rules. Eventually it was decided that Davina could join him. Now that the pairings had been worked out the show could start in earnest. Although she could help but feel like tonight's leftovers, Davina did at least seem pleased by his gesture. It was time for the lap dancing to begin.

The same order as before was followed, which meant it was Roberts' turn in the throne first while Amelia danced for him. Before she started, she reached into her back and brought out a pair of frilly hand-cuffs. She got Roberts to put his hand behind his back and she cuffed him. That was one way to enforce the 'no touching' rule, John thought. She turned the music on from a little Karaoke station in the corner then took to the stage. For the first few minutes she danced for all the guests equally, but more started to focus on Roberts. Her routine included lots of different poses, she lifted one leg all the way up and placed it on the top of the throne's back at a 170-degree angle, giving him clear view of her pussy and her amazing long legs. Then, turning her back to him and using a bar, she pulled herself up into the air and landed her legs on both arms of the throne, leaving her ass less than an inch from his face. It took a lot of skill to land a move like that, though John assumed she didn't get many complaints if the landing overshot. Having let Roberts have a good look at everything, she swung down from the bars again, and like an Olympic gymnast, swung each arm round so she was facing him again.

"Stick out your tongue and close your eyes," she commanded. He did so and she pulled her whole body up again and slowly brought her legs up to be ninety degrees with her body. She slowly parted them then slowly moved her hips forward till her labia lips were just touching his tongue. Roberts opened his eyes and she immediately pulled away. "Bad boy, I said no looking. No more sushi for you." John wondered if that last comment was politically correct with their guests, but the Japanese men either hadn't noticed or didn't care. The dance continued for a few more minutes and a few more positions and then it was John's turn.

As he looked at her again, he felt Davina had been underrated. She was attractive, she really was. She'd be the girl you noticed first on nearly any bus, or the girl you tried to sit next to in class. She was a strong 8. The problem was she had some very stiff completion from the other girls who were all 9's or 10's. She also didn't have much that was spectacular. Her tits were nice, her ass was nice, her smile was kind. She wasn't the life of the party, and didn't have much to say. All the same, she was beautiful.

She led him to the throne and hand-cuffed him. She put some serious effort into the show, reward for John's earlier behaviour, but her pole skills just weren't quite as good as Amelia's had been. He enjoyed the show, he even got hard a little, though his enjoyment and his erection were tempered somewhat by knowing his little sister was also there watching everything.

Just like with Robert, about half-way through the act, she asked him to close his eyes and open his mouth and stick his tongue out. Instead of the soft fleshy taste, he suddenly felt something plasticy, running up and down his tongue. He opened his eyes and found he was licking a small, but anatomically correct strap-on that Davina had slipped on. She gave a loud fake orgasmic cry and suddenly white liquid shot from the tip all over his face. She jumped up onto his lap and started licking it off him like a cat. It wasn't semen, John was sure of that instantly, it was giving off odour that smelled like cream liqueur. Having licked most of it off, she went over to Penelope and gave her a big wet French kiss, transferring a lot of the goo. The room had been in hysterics all the way through. Hazing the new guy, thought Robert. He wasn't really happy about it, but the evening could be going a lot worse. Davina wiped him off with a wet wipe and then went back to a more traditional routine. Just as John was starting to get back into it again, it was over.

Next up it was Tanaka's turn with Nikita. John noticed that he wasn't hand-cuffed and, sure enough, his hands were everywhere within seconds of the routine starting. As John sat back down, he noticed that Nakamura had step outside and Peterson beckoned him over. "I think our friend was feeling a little ill. Can you go and check if he's okay?". John went out into the corridor and very quickly found Nakamura's trail. The staff were cleaning it up and trying to get the stench out. They indicated that Nakamura had gone upstairs to the toilet. John spent the next twenty minutes in the lavatories and on the steps at the back of the club trying to sober the guy up. He'd ruined his shirt, but luckily the club sold overpriced souvenir T-shirts and, given the amount the group was spending and the alternative of a topless drunk wandering around, they were only too happy to throw one in for free. Eventually John got him presentable and took him back to the VIP room, so he could sleep it off under the groups watchful eye.

They got back just in time to see the end of Monique's dance for Peterson. Any doubt John had about Peterson's reasons for choosing her disappeared as soon as he saw them. Big butts were a clear fetish for his CEO. John stored that away mentally in case it was ever useful.

Next up it was supposed to have been Nakamura and Penelope. Any attempt at giving him a lap dance in his state was clearly going end with her picking bits of sick out of her cleavage, nor was he going to sober up any time soon. John initially assumed that they would skip over her. It was soon pointed out by Peterson that this would not be fair to her; she'd already spent an hour with them during which time she'd lost out on money from the main stage or from other groups. She should get paid and being paid she should dance. The only question was who was the lucky guy who got the extra dance. Only, to the rest of the group and to the girls, it wasn't really a question at all.

"John, John, John!" the room chanted. Penelope led him back to the throne.

4. The Throne

As he sat down, Penelope bent in close and whispered in his ear, "If you get an erection, you're going to hell". My god, thought John, she actually toying with me.

She pulled a pair of handcuffs from her bag and turned to address the audience. "What do we think, fellas? Cuffs or no cuffs?"

"No cuffs. no cuffs" the chant came back. She twirled them over her head and threw them to the other side of the room. She went over the karaoke machine to choose her track -- 'Sisters are Doing it for Themselves' by the Eurythmics. Her little joke, no doubt, not that no one else would pick up on. Oh sis, you're killing me, John thought.

She started the dance in the traditional way, playing to the rest of the room, and getting people warmed up. The shirt came off and then the bra. The crowd went wild. Thirty seconds later the skirt and then shortly afterwards the panties. His sister was now fully naked in the same room as him. She continued to work the crowd.

Eventually, inevitably, it was time for her to turn to John. First, however, she went over to a box in the corner of the room and pulled out some kind of sheet. As she lay it over him, he realized it was a full body cover, like the ones you might wear during a hair-cut. Is this just to help hide an erection if I get one, thought John? He somehow doubted his sister, in her current mood, would be that thoughtful. She seemed to be perversely enjoying this. Obviously, there was more to it than that, and as she pulled out a large bottle of body oil from her handback, John mind started to put the pieces together. He was wearing an expensive suit after all.

She came and sat on him, facing him, her knees on the seat of the throne. John was lucky his trousers and the sheet were between his crotch and her pussy, but both materials felt very thin. Looking down he could see her small labia lips pressing down on him. She poured a little oil onto her left breast and then her right. She grabbed his's hand and placed each one on a breast. He started to massage them. He closed his eyes. Observers would assume this was out of ecstasy but really he was trying to reduce the stimulation. It didn't work. Like a blind man, his other senses were heightened. There was no denying that her breasts were magnificent and her smell was everywhere. About halfway through the massage she spun around so she was now sitting fully in his lap. For a second his hands were off her tits, but she grabbed them and put them back. She threw her head back in fake orgasmic pleasure. Her hair was all down his face. For just a moment, he wanted her as a woman.

Her first song finished. She'd obviously queued up two and John recognized the riff immediately. He could feel his erection poking into her ass as she started to sing along. "I'm on a highway to hell," she screamed. She'd know that he wouldn't be able to resist her. She moved forward so she was now bending over presenting her brother with her ass. Again the lotion came out and she squirted some on her back, starting at her neck. Some of it started to roll down on its own and John began to rub it into her back. It wasn't long before he was massaging her ass. He tried to do this in a clinical manner, but as she did so she pulled apart her cheeks and gave him a good view of her asshole. She got some of the lotion on the end of her finger and rubbed it around the crack. This got some murmurs from around the room.

Fine, though John, she wants to play games, let's play. After all, she's already won - I'm not going to get anymore erect. His hands were already oily. He took his index finger and slowly, but firmly stuck it in his ass. He was expecting an instant time-out. Even with the clubs very liberal interpretation of the local boroughs by-laws, that had to be an actionable offense.

It turned out it wasn't. She gritted her teeth and squeeled, "Oh baby, I didn't know you cared." She pushed her body down onto his. This pushed his finger even further up inside her. Even through the layer he could feel her hole with his cock. Her change of position meant suddenly got a better view of the room.

It was swinging. Peterson had his Monique on his lap and his exposed cock was out and rubbing against her bare buttocks. Tanaka had picked up Davina as well as Nikita. They both a had a tongue in each of his ear and were both rubbing his cock through his trousers. Roberts had both hands on Amelia's breasts and his lips on her neck. Only Watanabe and Trish seemingly hadn't broken the ice although the way he was looking at her suggested he'd be making a move soon. Nakamura snored in the corner.

Penelope stopped grinding herself on his crotch and climbed down and prostrated herself in front of her brother's throne. She reached under the sheet and unzipped him. His erect cock sprang out of his trousers but was still covered by the sheet. She started rubbing her breasts up and down it.

It turned out she had another victory condition in mind. After about thirty seconds, his sister made him cum.

5. Cleaning Up

John's eruption had kind of put a momentary crimp on the party. Even under the sheet it was impossible to hide what had happened. The guys ribbed him gently about it but also acknowledged that they wouldn't have lasted any longer (goddamn). The club couldn't exactly let him use the public facilities, but this clearly wasn't an unusual event for them and they had a system in place for such emergencies. They pulled a curtain to separate one half of the ladies' dressing room from the other and discretely escorted him there let him get cleaned up there. Penelope, having covered herself completely in body oil also took the opportunity a shower they ended up on the same side of the curtain. As she stepped out of the shower again, John found she was Karen again and for the first time in the evening, they had a chance to talk privately.

"Actress, my ass," he said angrily to her.

"Well, I'm on stage every night," Karen replied. "Anyway this is just a side-line."

John wasn't sure that she could call it a side-line when she was clearly making far more here than in her nominally chosen profession. "A side-line? You seemed to be pretty professional in there. What the hell were you doing?"

"What was I doing? I was doing exactly what I was hired to. You guys are paying the big bucks, if I brought anything less than my A-game to that room, I'd be busted down to the pensioners and used-car salesmen rooms and my earnings would get cut in half. I'd ask you what you thought you were doing, but we both know the answer to that: finger-sodomizing your little sister. It's not my fault you can't keep your spunk in your balls."