Senior Year Memories Ch. 35

"I bet," I said. "I think you'd put on one hell of a show."

"Oh, you have no idea," Viola purred, teasingly peering out at me from behind the privacy screen. "If you like what you see here, Ryan, you should come by the club sometime. I could ensure that you'd have *quite* a lot of fun."

"Sounds... interesting," I said, trying to play it cool.

She smirked at this reaction, before disappearing back behind the screen. "Interesting, he says. I think you'll have more to say than 'interesting' soon."

"Like?" I asked.

"It depends," Viola replied. "If this were the club, I'd say it all depends on how much money you've brought with you, but since we're in my home, on my time... it all depends on how far you're willing to go."

"Far," I said. "Very far."

"I was hoping you'd say that," she said, still adjusting her clothes behind the screen. "Then I'd like you to remove your jeans. Lap dances against rough denim are... not fun."

"Understood," I said, readily pulling off my pants and setting them aside, leaving me sitting in a pair of loose-fitting boxers that hid nothing of my already impressive erection.

"And, last question," she said.

"Yeah?" I asked.

"Warrant or AC/DC?" Viola asked.

It took me a second to realize she was talking about 80s bands first, and realizing that they were likely some strip club standards that she was asking me to choose between.

"AC/DC," I answered, easily.

"Good," Viola answered, her voice smiling even if I couldn't see her.

At once, the lights in the room dropped it into almost total darkness. The darkness didn't last long, though, as soon overhead, multi-colored lights turned on, aimed toward the pole and lighting it up as a makeshift stage. They faded from red to purple to blue to green, some of them pivoting and to light up the room like spotlights, while none of them lost focus on the true reason we were here. I was excited as the first few notes of "You Shook Me All Night Long" began to pour over the studio's sound system.

The moment she stepped out, however, I soon understood that I had underestimated my capacity for excitement.

Viola Kent walked out from behind her privacy screen as if she owned the world, and if I had the capacity, I would have given it to her. Gone were her workout clothes, replaced by black high heels and matching thigh-high stockings. A white, button-up men's shirt covered much of her upper half, but sneaking out below it I could see a lacy black thong just barely covering her sex. Her hair now down, she looked at me with smoky eyes that she'd added the slightest amount of dark makeup to, her lips now curled into a smile and painted in a dark crimson shade of lipstick. She walked out toward me, rocking her hips and running her hands up her body slowly, teasing the buttons at the top without breaking eye contact with me through the song's early, slower notes.

Before she could open her shirt, however, the song kicked into gear and she stormed back toward the pole, hooking her leg around it, grabbing it with both hands and swinging around it impressively. Having never seen real pole dancing before, I was entranced at her athleticism as Viola Kent showed me her stuff, actively climbing and spinning and showing just what a real dancer's muscles were capable of. She didn't even break a sweat as she performed moves that would destroy most people's bodies, and turned on as I was, I couldn't help but be impressed.

Still, when she did things like spinning around the pole while in the midst of a full set of splits, my arousal could never go away, either. I was tempted to touch myself, but couldn't go that far... not yet, anyway. I wanted to see where this was going.

Soon, Viola dropped off the pole, walking toward me and staring down at me. She still rocked her body in time with the music, running her hands over her body and squeezing her tits through her shirt. Looking down at me, she bit her lip seductively, then reached up and began to unbutton the shirt. I was eager to see what lay underneath, so naturally, once she got to just past her tits, she turned around, gyrating her ass in my face. It was a magnificent ass, tight and firm but still round in a way I knew to be quite familiar to dancers, bisected only by the thinnest piece of fabric from her thong. It was an amazing sight, but not the one I wanted to see as I saw her continue to unbutton her shirt from behind.

"Tease," I said, smiling.

Viola tossed her hair and then looked over her shoulder at me, grinning. "That's the idea..."

With that, she dropped her shirt just enough to reveal her bare shoulders. I was becoming quite certain that every square inch of this woman's skin was kissable, and as she dropped it to reveal more of her bare back, I found myself easily hypnotized by her.

She let the shirt fall to the floor, kicking it toward me before spinning around and revealing that she wore a lacy black bra that matched her thong quite well: barely there, but performing its job admirably. Her modest B-cups looked positively amazing in such a tight garment, and as she went back to the pole, freer and more exposed, I could only watch on with awe as she performed the rest of her routine. She was a goddess, plain and simple, as sexy as she was playful, as gorgeous as she was flexible and strong. Watching this show put on for me and me alone... yeah, you could say I felt like one of the luckiest men on earth.

And then the song changed, softer and slower, but still with a good beat to it.

Not even close to out of breath, Viola Kent sauntered over to me, her heels clicking on the wooden floor as she approached me. Almost completely on display, I wanted to reach out and touch her... and honestly, do a whole lot of things with her. I stretched out a hand to pull her in, but that wasn't to be.

"We're going to play this with club rules while I give you a lap dance... but don't worry, it won't be forever. Hands at your sides, I get to touch you how I want, you can't touch me until I say so," she explained.

I growled, disgruntled, and Viola playfully smirked. Toying with the clasp at the front of her bra, she said, "Oh, poor dear... but trust me when I say, you're going to enjoy every minute of this..."

Looking down at my erection tenting my boxers, she playfully lifted one of her high heel-clad feet and placed it on the chair between my legs, agonizingly close to my groin.

"...and I will soon enjoy every minute of that *cock*," Viola purred, unclasping her bra, and shrugging it off her shoulders, exposing her bare breasts to me.

If my jaw hadn't already dropped by this point, it would have happened pretty violently here. While on the smaller side of a B-cup, they were firm and round, with perfectly pointed, dark brown nipples that just begged to be sucked on. I wanted to touch them, needed to touch them, but I had to follow her rules.

For now, anyway.

Viola put her foot back on the ground and stood over me, dancing, running her hands over her body while now giving extra attention to her exposed tits.

"Do you like my tits?" she asked, running her fingers over her nipples and flicking them.

"Like isn't nearly a strong enough word," I replied, doing my best to keep my hands in place.

Viola chuckled. "Good answer. A lot of girls I've worked with thought you needed big tits if you want the big bucks. For some girls, it worked... but I found it's not the size that matters most, it's what you do with them. How you carry yourself, how you use them to taunt, to tempt..."

She bent down in front of me while looking up at me, her hair hanging down while I still got an amazing view of her almost completely exposed body.

"Am I tempting you, Ryan?" Viola asked.

"I think you know the answer to that," I said, looking down at my cock.

She stood back up, turning around to give me the best view of her thong-clad ass, rocking it from side to side as she backed up, then bent over temptingly close to me.

"I know the answer, I just want to hear you say it out loud, Ryan. Like I said, it's not often I get hit on by an eighteen-year-old anymore, Ryan, and I want you to show me that you can finish what you started. My daughter seems to have faith in you, I want you to show me how justified she was," Viola taunted, standing back up and looking over her shoulder at me as she reached back and squeezed her ass.

It was difficult to put words together in such a state as this, but I did my best. "I've wanted to fuck you since I first saw you, alright? I wanted to see you like this, wearing less than this, and I wanted to make you feel good. Real good. You've heard about what I can do, how good I am at giving women pleasure? Well, I am. Damn good. Pretty fucking amazing, if I'm being honest. And I've heard you're no slouch yourself. So, yeah, I'll be happy to prove myself to you, if you're willing to prove yourself to *me*."

Viola's smile faltered, briefly, and I wondered if I'd gone too far. I just wanted to challenge her back, to show her that I could play the same game as her on her level, even if I could never play on her level. And here I was, worrying if I'd shot my shot and utterly fucked up.

And then she smiled, broader and prouder than before.

"My, my, my, Ryan, if that's how you want to play it, why didn't you just say so in the first place," Viola said, spreading her legs to straddle my hips, and then sitting down on me for one amazing lap dance. She smelled faintly of shampoo and perfume, a fruity, floral mix that was utterly intoxicating with her intense, feminine aroma, and as she pressed her body against mine and began to grind against my cock, I knew I was in for a helluva ride.

"It's better up close, isn't it?" Viola asked, looking into my eyes and smiling.

"Much," I said, requiring the strength of ten men not to do anything now with how good she felt grinding against my cock. Only a few pieces of very thin fabric separated us, and in this kind of proximity to her, I was in danger of popping off quite early. That it felt like my cock would spring free from my underwear through her grinding alone wasn't helping.

"Have you ever had a lap dance before?" she asked, wrapping her hands around my neck for additional leverage as she ground against me.

"Yes..." I whimpered, but wanting to add something that would make this special, "...but never from a real stripper."

"You've never been to a club before? I would've thought all young men like you would be eager to see some T&A in person..." Viola said, grinding more insistently against me. Yes, it honestly felt like she was trying to free my cock at this point.

"I never had the courage before," I said.

"Now?" she asked, arching her back so her tits were agonizingly close to my face, and then pulling back.

"I could be convinced," I replied.

"Good," Viola replied, pulling my face forward and rubbing it between her tits. Though I wanted to stick my tongue out and worship every inch of her, I held back, following her rules. She could touch me, I couldn't touch her. It was agony, but a very pleasurable one.

"So, you like my tits?" she asked again, leaning back and using her upper arms to squeeze them together, making them look so damn sexy just inches from my face.

"Yes," I groaned, weak before her amazing grinding on my cock.

"I love them myself, but I don't think they're my best feature," Viola admitted, standing up and denying me the pressure I so desperately needed from her, before turning around and jutting her ass out at me.

"I've always loved my ass, personally," she said, twerking in front of me, inching backwards until I couldn't help but be staring at her gyrating ass. It was a hypnotic sight, watching her cheeks flex, knowing that if it weren't for the lighting and the thinnest strip of almost non-existent fabric, I'd be seeing her asshole right now.

She pressed back against me, her ass squeezing my cock as she leaned into me, resting her head on my shoulder while looking into my eyes.

"With legs as long as mine, and all the dancing I've done, I can't help but have an amazing ass, can I?" Viola teased, squeezing my length with her cheeks and making me groan.

"Yes... it's so fucking amazing..." I moaned as she rocked back and forth on my cock, grinding against me so deliciously.

"I'm glad you approve," she whispered into my ear, running her hands down her body, from her tits, to her toned belly, to right between her legs. I watched over her shoulder as she rubbed against her pussy, groaning and moaning against me.

"Sarah was right when she told you I haven't had male company in a while. Mostly, that's been by choice. I get by fine on my own... and I like it that way... I'm my own woman, living my own life the way I want to... and I have my friends, and my toys, and they are all oh so much fun... but sometimes a girl just needs some thick, quality cock..." Viola continued whispering, still massaging my cock with her ass cheeks as she ground against me.

"Well, I'm not lacking for that here," I said, desperately wanting to touch her. "Give it a try and I'll more than fill you."

"Soon enough," she purred, continuing her slow, purposeful grind, now reaching between her legs to touch herself with one hand while the other massaged one of her pert tits. "I've wanted to fuck you for a while, you know..."

"You have?" I asked, probably getting even harder.

"Mmmmhmmm..." Viola groaned, squeezing her ass around my cock. I could almost swear I was feeling her skin against my cock at this point, but it was hard to tell with how stimulated I was. "In our October book club meeting, I had Brenda in my bedroom on all fours, taking my strap-on up her ass and moaning like a fucking whore... she told me all about you, and it made me so fucking horny."

"D...d...did it, now?" I asked, eyes rolling back into my head as she began to grind more vigorously.

"Mmmhmmm," she confirmed. "I thought it a one-off, but then one after the other, I have Lauren, Janelle and Wanda telling me about you... Valerie and Ana lusting after you... even stick up her ass Karen Bowman sounding interested in that prissy bitch's way... I knew I wanted you, but the opportunity never came."

"It came today," I said.

"Hopefully several times, soon," Viola replied, looking into my eyes and smiling. "And what a surprise, I think we have a visitor..."

Nervously, I looked toward the door, but when I felt her ass squeeze my cock again and felt nothing between us, I knew what she meant.

Viola climbed off of me, turned around and knelt between my legs so she could get a better look at my now exposed ten inches of thick cock. On hands and knees, she crawled toward me until her face was inches away from my cock.

"Holy shit," she said, softly, smiling up at me hungrily as she took in my cock as it stood proudly over the waistband of my underwear. "This is fucking awesome."

"Thank you," I said, shivering at the feeling of her breath on my cock.

Viola noticed my response and leaned in closer, her lips open temptingly as she got within half an inch of my cock. Opening her mouth, she let out another soft breath. I groaned, my skin breaking out in gooseflesh as I saw a large drop of precum bead on the head of my cock.

"Mmm, well, this is everything I was told and more... very, *very* promising," she said, keeping at that agonizingly close distance to my cock without doing anything, before standing up before me. I groaned with need, but Viola simply smiled down at me.

"You wouldn't normally be able to do this at any respectable club, but I want you comfortable, so, take off your underwear," she said.

Silently, I nodded, arching my back enough so I could pull my underwear off and toss it over with my pants. Viola then pressed my legs together, giving her better access to straddle me, as she sat down once more in my lap. Her thong was the only thing separating her pussy from my cock, and its thin fabric felt negligible as Viola slid up and pressed herself against my cock.

Viola looked down on my cock, grinding gently against me and driving me wild.

"You know, it's been my experience that, you're generally better off not jumping into bed with guys who have huge cocks," she explained, rising and falling in my lap, spreading precum along the underside of my shaft with her lacy thong and making me whimper. "Don't get me wrong, the actual anatomy can be fun, but in the end, when you're with a guy with a big cock, you also have to deal with the *guy* attached to the cock, and they're usually too obsessed with how big they are to actually learn any technique. It's all fucking away, and that's it, isn't it? But what I've heard about you, well... I think you might prove an exception.

"Please..." I groaned, wanting her to touch me, to give me some release instead of this slow torture as she sped up her pace, grinding up against me so deliciously.

"Please, what, Ryan?" Viola teased, her body writhing seductively in time with the music as she continued to grind on me.

"This is... fuck... you're so fucking hot..." I moaned.

Wrapping her hands behind my neck again, Viola smiled. Fuck, she was gorgeous. That beautiful face, those tits bouncing as she rode me without riding me, that nearly naked body... I was having a hard time holding back.

"Well, thank you, Ryan; it's always nice to be appreciated..." she purred, leaning in to whisper in my ear. "But you meant more than just a compliment, didn't you?"

Viola leaned back, looking into my eyes so deeply she might well have been reading my soul. As I thought about it, realizing that she was quite used to men being in this vulnerable a position around her, I felt quite certain she might be able to read me better than anyone I'd ever known. While that was intimidating in its way, it also felt kind of freeing.

I admitted, "If you keep doing that, I'll cum..."

Smiling sweetly, Viola asked, "So? You're not a one-and-done kind of guy, are you?"

"No," I whimpered.

Still looking at me with that sweet, pretty look she had, Viola smiled and said, "Then you can cum if you want to, Ryan. I don't mind, and I know we'll have a lot more fun, very soon."

With that, she pressed more insistently against my cock, grinding against me as she stared into my eyes. I was torn about what I should do, but she made herself clear. Resisting her body was hard enough as it was... and why should I?

My balls boiled and my cock twitched as she hurried her pace. I heard the softest moan escape her lips, a sound that pierced my very core, and that was it. I moaned, leaning back in my seat as I came hard. It fountained out of my cock, splattering down on me, first, then as Viola inched away, spurting onto her stomach and thighs.

"That's it, Ryan, that's it, cum for me, like that, just like that..." Viola said, her voice encouraging, soothing and sexy. At this moment, I couldn't help but break the rules she'd set out, wrapping my arms around her and holding her close as my orgasm subsided, but if she minded, she didn't say anything. Instead, she held me close, stroking my hair and whispering sweet encouragement in my ear as my balls drained onto both of us.

When she could finally feel that I was drained, Viola sat up and looked at me with such loving eyes. I was still trying to sort out this singularly unique sexual encounter, but looking up at her, I understood that I didn't really need to sort much of anything out. This was one of those situations that was best to roll with, and take charge when it seemed appropriate.

"So, was that fun for you, too?" Viola asked, teasing.

Rather than answer her, I pulled her close and kissed her on the mouth, firmly but quickly.

"Fucking amazing," I said, breaking the kiss. "But how about we go someplace comfortable so I can really show you what I can do?"