Private Dancer

Smokey with a strong sexual undertone was the best way to describe the atmosphere. Lap-dancing clubs were hardly my usual domain but the evening had swiftly degenerated into a sleazy festival of debauchery the Romans would have been proud of. I had no idea whose idea it was to pile into the club around midnight, but I was much too drunk to care by that point. We paid our money and headed swiftly to the bar. It was fairly busy for a Thursday night, although most of the customers typically were blokes. I was one of the few women there and myself and Jenny exchanged grins as we caught a few interested glances coming our way. Tony bought a very expensive round of drinks and we found a group of tables in a dark corner. I sat to the side and looked around, taking it all in curiously.

I had to admit that it had always been a fantasy of mine to come to a place like this; I had long been attracted to beautiful women and got a huge amount of pleasure from a delicious pair of naked breasts. That said, I was mainly heterosexual and men were usually my partner of choice.

There were several girls dancing and gyrating on a revolving stage to some slow beat music. They all wore very little in the way of costumes and were many different types and sizes. One girl in particular caught my eye. She was slim with long, dark hair and the most gorgeous tits I had seen in ages. They were probably a C cup and were definitely natural – I hated fake tits with a passion. She swayed her hips in time to the music and seemed oblivious to the leering gazes of a group of drunken guys sat beneath the stage, gesturing crudely at her and the other girls. I was mesmerised and completely unaware of my colleagues until Jack prodded me hard to attract my attention.

"Hey!" he said loudly in my ear. "This is meant to be a bloke thing and you should be spouting feminist crap by now about the degradation of women as sex-objects!"

I laughed as the moment was broken. "Who says women can't enjoy it too?" I winked at him and he raised his eyebrows suggestively.

"Ooh bi-curious are we??"

"Ha! Why do you assume I am not bi already?"

That threw him. We had been flirting with each other for ages now but neither of us had ever pushed it further than a suggestive sexual banter on nights out and coffee-breaks. From my own perspective, I was reluctant to get involved with anyone from the office; it usually ended in tears.

I could see the interest in his eyes from my veiled suggestion of girl-on-girl action – a sure-fire turn on for most men. I sipped my drink coyly and looked away, slightly disappointed to see that my girl had left the stage. Unfortunately she had been replaced by a plump blonde with huge breasts; NOT my type so I returned my attention to Jack.

"It seems you have hidden depths Miss Jones... Maybe we can continue this conversation later, back at my flat?" he suggested quietly. I had him and I knew it. I just wasn't sure if I wanted him. He was undeniably attractive in a tall, dark and handsome kind of way. He was also intelligent with a great sense of humour. But, and this was a big but; he was also up for the same promotion as me at work and I didn't want to confuse the issue. It would be madness to start anything right now.

Sadly my libido didn't agree with me. My nipples were rock hard and I knew he would be able to see that through the tight cotton top I was wearing. I crossed my legs in an attempt to quell the heat from between my legs and only succeeded making myself even hornier.

He leant towards me and I melted helplessly in his chocolate brown eyes.

"Well? You haven't answered my question..."

I hesitated. Do or die. "Err..."

"OK you two! That's enough of that – the rest of us are gagging for a drink and it's your round Jack!" Jack scowled and turned round to face Darren from Sales.

"Fuck off." He said in a tone of voice that discouraged any further conversation.

Darren was an annoying bastard at times, but fortunately he was also very thick skinned.

"Ooh!" Darren laughed, luckily totally un-offended. "Right then, it will have to be my round and I just won't buy YOU a drink you twat."

I used the moment to jump up and dash in the direction of the ladies. My face was burning and I felt horribly out of control. A minute to calm down was needed. The lack of women clientele meant that the loos were deserted much to my relief. I repaired my make-up and gave myself a sharp talking to on the perils of shagging ones colleagues. A quick recollection of poor Mandy from accounts was enough to stiffen my resolve. She had been caught giving her head of Department a blowjob one evening and had been sacked for gross misconduct. Gossip had been rife for weeks after that; especially as her boss had kept his job and had merely been shunted off to another branch - very unfair, but hardly surprising when the HR department was run by men.

I walked slowly out of the tacky lilac and silver room and stepped through the mirrored door, straight back into the lion's den. I nearly fell over on my stilettos when a strong arm grabbed hold of my arm and pulled me into a nearby booth.

Jack grinned evilly at me and made me sit down. I looked at him puzzled; what on earth was he playing at?

"I have a surprise for you; take a ring side seat Miss Jones..." I sat down obediently, the suggestive tone of his voice exciting me beyond belief.

He sat next to me, arm casually draped across the back of the velour seat and I waited expectantly. We were shielded from the rest of the club by a decorated screen. My sudden deduction that this was an area for a more private dance was indeed proved correct when the dark haired girl I'd been admiring previously, appeared from behind a curtain with an enigmatic smile on her face. She stood in front of us and my heart literally stopped for a moment. Up close and personal, she was even more beautiful than at a distance. Her skin was a pale mocha colour and her slim figure was perfect in every way. A silky slip covered her assets and she wore silver fuck-me sandals complete with black hold-ups. I could feel the tension in Jack's body as he sat close to me, both of us waiting for her to begin her routine.

A slow bump and grind track kicked in from the speakers nearby and my anticipation ran at fever pitch as she began to sway in time to the music. Her hips gyrated, breasts swaying gently. As we both watched, she began to slide her hands slowly down her body, mimicking the caress of a lover. I could see her hard raspberry nipples through the thin fabric of her slip and could easily imagine how they would taste in my mouth. In response, my own breasts ached and my nipples burned for someone to touch them.

Almost as if he read my mind, Jack shifted his position so that I was leaning against his chest and his arm snaked around my waist, hand slowly sliding up my ribcage. The girl watched us through half closed eyes and teasingly pushed one thin strap off her shoulder, the slip falling to expose one creamy breast. I almost moaned out loud, the erotic spectacle unbearable and my own arousal at fever pitch. Jack chose that moment to move his hand under my top and pull my breast from the confines of my bra. I gasped as he pinched the nipple between his thumb and finger hard, rolling it slowly, teasingly.

In turn, the girl slipped the other strap from her own shoulder, her slip now around her waist as her breasts swayed in front of my flushed face, tempting me to lick and suck them as I so wanted to do. She cupped them with her hands and parted her lips, a slow flush spreading over her skin.

Jack meanwhile had pushed my top up and I felt his hands squeezing my flesh hard, pinching my nipples and I pushed myself against him, longing for more contact, all inhibitions vanished in a haze of lust. My pussy was on fire and I writhed in tortured arousal, moisture soaking my knickers. I reached back and ran a tentative hand along Jacks thigh.

"Yes baby..." he groaned in my ear as I reached the bulge in his trousers. His cock was rock hard and impressively thick. I shifted quickly so that I was sat between his thighs and my hand rubbed his erection through the fabric. His breathing quickened and we both watched spell-bound as the dancer dropped her slip to the floor, revealing a sparkly silver thong, barely covering a smooth pussy. I could just about make out pink, moist lips peeking through the thin fabric and this made me even more frantic for direct stimulation. She turned round and wiggled her pert bottom in time to the music, her fingers dipping between her smooth thighs. I imagined her hot, wet pussy grinding into my tongue, her juices spilling down my face and I moaned in frustration. Jack must have felt the same way because he removed one of his hands from my breasts and slid it inside my knickers. I gasped in shock, the realisation that we were in a public place battling with my need for satisfaction. Lust won and I parted my thighs allowing him full access to my dripping cunt. He rubbed my clit and pushed two fingers inside me.

"Oh fuck!" I groaned quietly as the girl pulled her thong down her thighs, allowing me to see her own wet and swollen pussy. Her eyes were black as she got as close to us as she could without actually touching us –strictly prohibited.

We were locked in a sexually charged threesome and it had to be the most erotic experience of my life so far. Jacks cock was pressed painfully against my bottom and I could feel the heat emanating from him. His fingers were buried inside me, a poor substitute for his cock, but as he used his thumb to caress my clit, I knew I wasn't going to last long before I came.

"Lift up slightly." Jack hissed in my ear and I obliged, moaning in disappointment as his hand left my pussy. I was abruptly pulled back down and a hand covered my mouth quickly to prevent me crying out as his hard cock pushed up inside me from behind.

Jack began to fuck me hard, one hand squeezing my breast and the other teasing my clit.The girl was wanking herself off openly now, her hand furiously flashing across her wet pussy. I felt sure this wasn't exactly allowed but as my orgasm overtook me in a blaze of sensation, I was beyond caring. The exquisite waves of pleasure gripped me hard. The girl in front of me gasped quietly and shuddered in her own delicious orgasm, her body tensing up in pleasure, our eyes locked together in mutual satisfaction.

Jack gave one almighty thrust as I clenched my muscles around his cock and I felt the hot stream of spunk firing up inside me as he groaned into my neck. We sat locked together, sweat and bodily fluids trickling down my thighs. The dancer smiled at us and blew a kiss before she melted away behind the curtain again.

I moved and pulled my skirt back down to hide my modesty as Jack pulled me close for a long kiss.

"I hope you enjoyed that - I sure as hell did!" he whispered to me.

I laughed huskily, "You know I did..."

"Had enough of this place now?" He asked.

"Yes but I haven't had enough of you just yet." I grinned. "How about we continue our discussion of 'Women as sex objects', back at my place?"

"Ummm.... You can be my sex object anytime Miss Jones..." He squeezed my nipple for emphasis.

The night was still young and consequences be damned I thought recklessly, as we disappeared out the back door and into the night. I figured that Jack and I could definitely work well together from now on.