Third Chance is a Strikeout

"Yeah," she says. "But you're going home and I want to give you an incentive to visit me often."

"I don't need that kind of incentive," I state. She smiles and does something totally unexpected. She kisses me on the cheek. I think she wanted to kiss me on the mouth, but that would have been too much, too far outside the rules of the establishment.

About thirty minutes later, a gorgeous redhead approaches and asks if she can sit down. "Hello handsome," she purrs. We go through the drink order portion, but that is the only portion of the script she follows. When she asks if I want a lap dance, she adds, "I let you do anything you want to me. That was my last set and now I need a good fucking. Krystal told me you are a great fuck." Her smile betrays her exhaustion, but it is genuine in every other way.

I use the moment to check her out. She has long, curly, neon red hair. She is tiny but has breasts almost as big as Kristen. Ruby's seem to be natural based on their shape and, like Diamond, she is shaved completely, hiding her natural hair color, because the only way someone has hair that color is through a bottle of dye.

I take a deep breath, tempted by her offer. That is when I notice she has folded her robe open beneath the belt, displaying to me her tasty looking cunt. "Oh God," I breathe out softly, hopefully low enough she doesn't hear. "Thanks for the offer. Any other time we would already be on our way to that lap dance, but I'm with Krystal."

"I understand," Ruby states and grabs my hand. I think she is going to let me touch her in an attempt to convince me, but she slips a piece of paper to me. "There's my number if you reconsider. Call me anytime you're in town and we can get together."

I take one last look into her eyes and sign. I nod, not trusting my voice. She smiles again and stands. I watch as heads turn as she makes her way to the dressing room. I guess her offer was for me only. I slip the paper with her number into my pocket.

Twenty minutes later, Krystal emerges for her last set. She is dressed in a short, pleated skirt and a white, men's dress shirt tied up in a halter. Her hair is in pigtails and she has a large, multi-colored round lollipop she is licking in a suggestive manner. The crowd goes wild when she does things to that sucker which are almost obscene, tossing piles of bills onto the stage until it seems she is wading through them by the end of her dance routine.

I know I am extremely aroused from the show and then watching her crawl around the stage gathering her tips. She graces some of the more generous with a close up view of her ass and pussy in an innocent yet provocative way.

As she descends the steps after the show, she taps her wrist and holds up her hand, displaying all five fingers, leading me to guess she will be ready to go in five minutes.

I saunter over to the bar and take care of my tab, having run out of the cash I had won at the casino earlier in the evening. I am watching Diamond strut herself on stage when I hear, "You could have her tonight, if you wanted."

I turn to see Kristen standing at the bar too. She hands a stack of bills to the bartender and when he steps away, I say, "You're what I want." She is in the outfit she wore to the club. I want to reach out and touch her to confirm she is real and ready to leave with me.

The bartender returns and hands her a stack of cash, albeit not as large as the pile she gave him, but the bills are of a higher denomination. She seeks out my hand with her free one. Entwining fingers, she says, "You're so sweet." She squeezes my hand then lets go. I grab her valise and head towards the door as she follows in my wake. "I've never been with a guy who treated me with respect," she adds as we walk through the door.

At her car, I wrap my arms around her waist and say, "You're the sweet one. I want to taste you everywhere that sucker was." I silence her giggle with a kiss. After loading her bag into the trunk and opening the car door for her, I spot a note tucked under the wiper blade.

Kristen sees me retrieve it and asks when I slip behind the wheel, "What's that?"

I unfold the paper and show her what it says: Call me tonight if you want. I'll be hone all night. XOXO, Ruby.

"Do you want to call?" Kristen asks. I shake my head and start the car. As I am pulling out of the parking lot, she continues, "Good. I want you all for myself." She smiles as she reaches beneath her dress and peels of her fishnet panties. She grabs my hand and places it on her thigh. I run my finger up. She parts her legs accommodatingly, and plunge one inside her. She moans and closes her eyes, enjoying the sensations. With how wet she is, I add a second finger inside her silky center while exploring further to see if she has the plug in too. She does and I want to devote all my attention to her, but I am driving and I don't want to get into an accident on the way to her residence.

As we pull into her complex, she is nearing. After I park, I turn all my attention to her and she cums brusquely, her body convulsing as she cries out her pleasure.

I slow my fingers and gently remove them as she opens her eyes. She smiles as I help her alight form the car in the most unladylike manner. Spying my bike, she asks, "What is it like to fuck on a motorcycle?"

"What about the cameras?"

"There are not as many as I told you about," she says with a salacious grin. "Especially down here in the parking area." She grasps both of my hands as she stands in front of me.

"I guess we could try," I reply. She pulls me towards the bike while walking backwards. I suggest she straddle my lap while I am astride the bike. Following my lead, she does exactly that after I have freed myself from the confines of my jeans.

She groans loudly as she settles down, my pole piercing her in the most intimate way possible. While she gathers her thoughts, I pull down the top of her dress, exposing her breasts to my purview. I kiss her deeply and then help as she stats bouncing up and down on my lap. She hangs on tight for a little more than twenty minutes and through three orgasms before laying on the tank. I admire her supine form and then go to work, driving my cock into her delectable pussy until she climaxes yet again.

When she recovers, I try to convince her to move this party inside, but she doesn't agree. Instead, she asks, "Will you teach me to ride?" She fixes her dress, stands and dismounts.

"I can give you some pointers," I reply. "But you need to loose those shoes." She giggles and places one foot in my lap. I can barely concentrate on unstrapping it with the nice view up her dress. But I finish without comment and her smirk tells me she knew exactly what she was doing.

She straddles the bike again, this time facing forward while sitting on my lap once again, and this time my manhood is nestled between her smooth lips instead of within. The way she gasps lets me know my cock is rubbing her clit, and she tries not to move to keep from exasperating the contact. I run my hands up her sides and then forward to brush over her breasts and their rocky peaks before explaining what all the buttons on the handlebars do.

When I finish, she asks if I would allow her to start the bike. She stands to let me retrieve my keys, doing that stripper move where she lock her knees straight and bends at the waist with her back arched to thrusts her breasts forward and her head held high. This causes her dress to ride up, exposing her venus mons and the lower half of her ass.

I have to stand also to reach around in order to unlock the bike. With my arms around her, she purrs, "I want you to drive into me while I play with the controls." I must have groaned because she giggles at me.

Placing one hand on the small of her back to keep her in place, I grab a hold of my manhood and drag it along her sodden crease and line up. As she starts the bike, I thrust into her, burying my cock deep within, the roar of the motor drowning out her screams from my forceful entry. I pound into her as she revs the motor, matching her rapid escalation until the noise from the motorcycle sets off several car alarms, hers included, as she climaxes with such ardor she cannot continue standing and collapses onto the tank.

I turn off the bike as I pull her upright on my lap. She is like a rag doll I have to hold up for a few moments until she regains control of her muscles. "We better get out of here," she pants when her car alarm resets. "Someone is going to investigate all those alarms."

I agree with Kristen, dismounting and dragging her along, only to become separated in the attempt. I hurriedly stuff myself into my jeans and lock up the bike. I notice she is unstable on her feet, so I grab her shoes and walk her towards the elevator, arriving as it opens, disgorging a security guard who gives us a puzzled glance before rushing off to do the rounds and try to ascertain what caused all the ruckus.

Once in her unit, I hoist her over my shoulder and she squeals in shock as I make our way to her bedroom. I want to delve into her and her toys at the same time, but my desire for this slip of a woman wins out when I throw her on the bed. She looks so wanton in that dress, one breast having sprung free while her legs are wide open, displaying the plug in her butt and beckoning me forth to her tasty body.

I only get my pants unbuttoned and pulled down enough before I am on top of her and insider her. I pound into her for half an hour before rolling her on top. She takes right off as I grope for her breasts, tugging, twisting and stretching her nipples until she cries out in the combination of pleasure and pain. Her orgasm is so massive, she pulls me over the top too and I fill that glorious pussy with my cum.

I manage to discard my shirt before she collapses onto me. Her chest is heaving as she tries to catch her breath while I am soaked with sweat from my effort. She seems to like it as she burrows closer, kissing and sucking on my neck while clamping down on my still erect phallus, not wanting to let me slip out.

"You are a mad man," she eventually murmurs.

"Mad for you," I reply. "And only you, although I was sorely tempted tonight."

"With who?"

"She told you to call," I state.

"Do you want me to?" she inquires. She lifts her head enough to look at my face.

"Although I do enjoy the times I have had with two women," I say. "You are what I want tonight."

She lays her head down. "I'm glad," she murmurs. "I want you all to myself." We rest for a few moments until we decide to explore the treasures in her chest. We spend the next four hours in orgasmic bliss until we finally collapse into a heap.

The second morning starts out similar to the first. I wake up in bed alone. I don't know how Kristen manages to get up so early, if so early means before ten, after staying up as late as we have been doing.

It is another beautiful day in the city of sin, with sunlight streaming through the windows and not a cloud in the sky. I pull on my jeans, leaving them unfastened, bypassing the bathroom this morning, as I look for the owner of the house. I could get used to living in this luxury.

I find her in the kitchen again, making something to eat. Instead of her robe, she is clad in a pair of denim cutoffs which from the back consist solely of the waistband and the seam which is barely visible between her otherwise bare cheeks. She looks totally edible. When I slip my arms around her waist from behind, I can see the rest of her shorts. They consist of the fly in front, along with the front pockets without any denim covering them.

I had thought she was topless. But she has on one of the tiniest bikini top I have ever seen. It consists of clear monofiliment line holding insignificant pieces of material over her nipples. They are about the size of the pasties the dancers at home have to wear on-stage.

My hands slip up over her flat belly and brush against the underside of her breasts while I nuzzle into her neck, leaving a trail of butterfly kisses along her jawline on the way to her ear. "Good morning," I say softly, my thumbs positioning themselves along the outside of her breasts while tow fingers on each hand cradle her orbs while my palms lay flat against her torso. I watch her nipples harden as I continue, "You look hot this morning. I've go t something for you."

"Mmm, good," she purrs. She turns her head enough to see me. "'Cuz I've got something for you, too."

I'm about to kiss her plump lips when I hear, "That would be me,"

I nearly jump at the soft, feminine voice. I hadn't seen anyone else in the kitchen. But then again, my eyes were glued to Kristen's ass in those cutoffs. I turn enough to spy the redhead, "Ruby," I say.

"Robyn," she responds.

"I didn't know anyone else was here," I continue. Turning to Kristen, I say, "I thought you said you weren't going to call her."

"Call her tonight," she corrects me. "And I didn't."

"I called this morning," Robyn says. "And I invited myself over, so don't be upset with Kristen." I take a moment to appreciate the other woman in the kitchen. She is wearing an oversized, turquoise colored tee shirt with the collar large enough it droops off a shoulder. It is tied on the left side immediately below her breasts which are pressing against the material of the shirt. I believe she is braless because I can see the faintest trace of her nipples. Beneath her impossibly tiny waist are equally tiny athletic shorts. Unlike the shirt, these are tight and low on her hips along with being high cut on the sides. Her long legs end in canvas sneakers and I can make out the pom-poms of her socks.

"Oh," I reply.

"I was more than happy," Kristen says as she wraps her arms around me, "to let her stop by because I'm sore from last night. You told me you almost succumbed to her feminine wiles and I wanted to get an hour in down by the pool, working on my suntan before the harsh rays of the afternoon sun."

"You go out like that?" I say to Kristen. She glares at me. "I didn't notice any tan lines," I add quickly to try to cover my gaffe.

"No," she replies. "I take my shorts off, so I'm only wearing my bathing suit." I almost put my foot further in my mouth by saying something stupid. But looking at her top, I can only imagine the bottom is equally brief, especially since it is smaller than her shorts which barely cover anything.

"And I volunteered to keep you entertained," Robyn states, "while Kristen is out sunning herself." The grins on both of their faces lets me know they have discussed this at length while I was sleeping.

"I can only stay for a couple more hours," I say to Kristen. "I have a long ride home today."

"I'm only planning to spend an hour at the pool," Kristen says, reaching up to brush her lips over mine.

"I'll keep you amused," Robyn says, surprising me as she lays a hand on my upper arm. I hadn't seen her cross the room. "I meant it last night when I said we could do anything you wanted." I can smell her minty breath combined with what must be cherry lip gloss.

"Have fun," Kristen says, her fingers running along the waist band of my jeans, stopping where they are unfastened to trace the hair running from my navel downwards. "We'll have brunch when I get back," she states before spinning. She grabs a towel hanging over the back of a chair and walks out, leaving me staring after her and at her ass.

"How about a lap dance to get things started?" Robyn purrs as she stands in front of me. She is so close that I can almost feel her shirt brushing at my chest.

As it is, I stare into her eyes for a moment, taking in the rest of her face too, especially the fullness of her lips. "I have to, ah," I say, pointing at the hallway.

She lifts her hand to the back of my neck and goes up on her tippy toes to brush her lips against mine. Other parts of her body also make contact as she says, "Hurry back. I'll be waiting."

We both move the same way at first as we try to go our separate ways. I put my hands on her hips, half touching bare skin and half on her shorts to keep her in place as I spin around her, eliciting a giggle which raises goose flesh on my arms.

Returning from the bathroom, I see she has moved one of the kitchen chairs into the living room and placed int so my back would be to the window and the view. Some music is playing ans shi is dancing sinuously, slowly gyrating her body, while her eyes are closed. Seeing her, I realize why I was so close to succumbing to her female wiles at the club last night and I wonder why I was upset with Kristen for allowing her to come over when I am more upset with myself for not partaking of the option last night. Now, I have that chance and my cock is reacting, swelling at the sight of the woman who has fully offered herself up again this morning and ripe for the plucking.

She spies me and curls a finger, beckoning me towards her. She moves until she is behind the chair, still curling on lone finger. When I am standing in front of her, the only thing between us is the chair, she motions for me to sit. She places her hands on my shoulders once I am in place and leans in, whispering in my ear, "Relax. I'll take care of everything." I feel her breath on my ear and it raises goose bumps, especially on my arms and torso which are bare. Seeing these, she runs her fingers down to my pecs and starts teasing my nipples while her tongue lavishes my ear.

I must have made some sort of noise because she spins away, only to begin her taunting in earnest. Her first move is to sit on my lap, facing away from me, and grinds her butt into my erection. When my hands come up to cradle her sides, she grasps them, tugging them away, saying, "No touching now. I can touch you all I want, but you can't touch me." She has a mischievous grin on her face when she moves away.

She drags her tongue up my torso, licking me from the belly button to my neck before she grabs the sides of my head and presses my face between her breasts. She moves up and down a little bit as she straddles my lap. Sitting, she grinds her crotch against the bulge in my pants, sighing in content, without pleasure or acknowledgment of what I have to five her.

Backing off again, she works the know of her shirt loose and then begins giving tantalizing glimpses of skin she hasn't shown me yet today. For some reason, the eroticism of this move has me on the edge of my seat, even when I saw everything last night. It is so much more personal when it is only the two of us, and not a club full of guys watching also. This must be part of the allure of the lap dance, the individual attention of the stripper and the customer watching, engrossed in the action of the moment.

With her shirt off, she takes the time to entice me into feasting on her breasts. She offers up one, placing it close, thus allowing me to latch onto her nipple, drawing it between my lips, suckling on the hardened rubbery nub until her breath catches. Then I do the same thing with the other one, evening out her excitement before kissing me passionately, tongues sparring with each other.

She runs her tongue down my torso this time. Only on this route she doesn't cease once she reaches my navel. Her hands tug at my jeans until the are out from beneath me and around my ankles. She encases my manhood with her mammary glands, working it deep into her cleavage as she presses her boobs together and strokes me.

Although titty fucking looks good in the movies and photographs, it doesn't do much for the participants. So I am glad Robyn gives it up after a few moments to take me in her mouth. She is not as skillful as Kristen, but has an innate talent for knowing what feels good. If I hadn't had sex for most of the previous night, I would have been granting Robyn more than a mouthful. As it is, she is a natural and I enjoy her ministrations for the ten minutes she tries to shove me down her throat.