by Isabel Love
I’m so hot, I’m ready to combust.
I clap with the rest of the patrons and Charlie retrieves his wallet, handing over a tip. Tips! How could I forget! Blue definitely deserves a tip.
She kneels on the table as the music stops and the lights turn up a bit.
“Thank you,” she says as she takes the money from Charlie.
Her eyes flit to me and she gives me a warm smile.
“Thank you, that was incredible,” I tell her.
“I’m glad you enjoyed it. Could I interest you in a private dance?” She directs this question right at me.
The manager did say we could have a private dance, though at the time I didn’t anticipate taking him up on it.
Right now, though, the thought of watching her dance some more sounds like fun.
I look over at Charlie and he shrugs, indicating that it’s all up to me.
“Can we?” I smile up at him.
His smile is slow and naughty. “Yes we can.”
That was one hell of a show.
I WAS TAKING A chance, asking Quinn to come check out strip clubs with me, but I have to say, I’ve had more fun with her than I would have had with Max and Logan. I loved watching her transition from nervous to jealous to relaxed. I knew she would realize there was nothing to be jealous about—I meant it when I said I’m hers.
The best part, though, was watching her get turned on, transfixed by the show. The dancers were amazing, putting on a performance that was skilled and synchronized, undoubtedly sexy. Allure outclasses the other strip clubs we checked out tonight by far.
Currently, Quinn and I are seated on a love seat in a small private room. The lighting is dim, soft music playing in the background and the scent of vanilla making me feel warm, relaxed, and slightly hungry. After the dance, we tracked Matt down and told him we’d like a private show from the dancer in blue. Tallah is her name. He escorted us back here and said she’d be in shortly.
Quinn is all hot and bothered, which makes me all hot and bothered, too. When Tallah bent over on our table and fingered her wet slit, I thought Quinn might come on the spot, she was so mesmerized by her pussy.
I drape her legs over mine, arranging us more comfortably on the couch. “So, on a scale of one to ten, how close are you to coming right now?”
She laughs. “Probably like an eight,” she admits.
I rub my hand up her leg, to her inner thigh. “Want me to make you come right now?” I raise an eyebrow. I’m dying to see how wet she is. I bet her clit is swollen, too, the way it gets when she’s incredibly turned on.
She wavers, eyeing the door, not wanting to push my hand away, but not sure if it’s a good idea. I move my hand up farther and she lets me, widening her legs a bit. My fingers brush against her panties, which are soaked, and she gasps. I lean closer, swallowing her gasps with a hungry kiss, and I move her panties to the side, sinking my index finger inside of her. She moans into my mouth, and I swear, my cock is so hard I might come in my pants. She’s wet, and I waste no time, teasing her clit with my thumb while pumping my finger in and out. She grasps my arm with one hand and my neck with the other, straining to reach her climax. Grunting in frustration, she straddles me, giving me better access to her hot, needy cunt.
I spread her arousal up and over her clit, giving her the slippery friction I know she needs. Her kisses grow more frantic as she works her hips, fucking herself on my fingers. Fuck yes. She’s so sexy like this, lost in the chase of pleasure.
I flick her clit and bite her lower lip as she sinks down, pussy clamping on my finger, legs trembling, fingers digging into my shoulders. She shudders and groans and I hold her close, kissing her while she goes to bliss and back.
I fix her underwear, straightening the crotch, and she watches while I lick my fingers clean.
“Fuck, Charlie.”
“I know.” My cock is weeping in my pants, dying to come out and play.
Just as Quinn gets up to rearrange her dress, the door opens, making Quinn jump in surprise.
Tallah walks in with a new outfit on. She sees how disheveled we are and shoots us a knowing grin. Quinn straightens out her clothes as best she can and sits down next to me. I pull her close and shrug.
“Sorry, we had an urgent matter to tend to.”
Tallah smiles and nods as if this is commonplace. It probably is—I mean, we are in a private room inside a strip club. People come here looking for pleasure, looking to get lost in arousal.
“I’m glad you liked the show,” she tells Quinn. I have a theory that Tallah is either bisexual or a lesbian, what with the way she keeps eyeing Quinn.
“I absolutely did. I’ve always wanted to belly dance, but I’m just not that coordinated.”
Tallah’s eyes light up. “Oh nonsense. Anyone can learn. Maybe I could teach you a few moves and we could both dance for…” She looks to me.
“Oh, that’s Charlie, and I’m Quinn.”
She smiles kindly. “What do you say, Quinn, would you like to dance for Charlie?”
Sweet baby Jesus, I’ve just died and gone to heaven. Please say yes.
Quinn looks at me, taking note of my reaction. She grins and nods.
“Okay, but fair warning, I’m definitely not as coordinated as you are.”
Tallah goes to a panel in the wall and hits some controls, changing the music to something tribal and sultry, similar to the tune that was playing earlier during the show. Then she motions for me to sit in a chair in the middle of the room and pulls Quinn to stand with her.
“We’re going to ignore Charlie for a moment,” she says to Quinn. “What I want you to do for me is close your eyes and feel the music.”
Quinn obeys, closing her eyes. Tallah stands behind her and puts her hands on Quinn’s hips.
Quinn’s eyes pop open at the contact. “I thought we weren’t allowed to touch you?”
“Men aren’t allowed to touch the dancers, but the dancers are allowed to touch, if you don’t mind.”
“I don’t mind.” Quinn looks over at me and smirks when she sees me watching them intently.
“Okay, close your eyes again.”
When Quinn’s eyes are closed again, Tallah steps up right behind her, pressing her front to Quinn’s back and clasping Quinn’s hips with her hands.
“Move with me,” she whispers to Quinn as she starts swaying, ever so gently at first. It’s a simple movement, side to side, but exaggerating the hip movement a bit more. At this slow pace, Quinn matches her, and the two of them move together in sync.
“Good, you’re getting it. Now we’re going to try to snap it up on the right side.” She starts the new rhythm, and though it takes Quinn a couple of tries, she ends up getting it.
“You’re doing so well, isn’t she, Charlie?”
“Red, I’m loving this. You’re doing fantastic,” I praise.
She smiles mischievously at me, her whiskey brown eyes twinkling. I smile back at her and try to suppress a groan when Tallah’s hands wander up and down Quinn’s curves.
What I want to do is free my dick from the confines of my pants and start stroking it, but I’m not sure if that’s allowed, and I don’t want this show to stop. I have two beautiful women dancing for me, and you better believe this whole night is going in the spank bank for later.
I FEEL LIKE I’M drunk, or maybe like I’m having an out-of-body experience. I never thought I’d be standing in the private room of a strip club, learning to belly dance with a stripper.
She’s standing so close, her soft curves pressed up against mine, her light perfume surrounding me. I’m hot, so worked up from Charlie’s attention and now Tallah’s body heat. My dress is a lightweight sweater, trapping my body heat and making me even hotter.
“I think it’s time to take this off,” Tallah whispers in my ear, fingering the neckline of my dress. Holy fuck, she wants me to strip, too? My eyes widen at her suggestion, and I miss one of the movements she’s guiding me through. My heart rate speeds up,
pulse hammering. Do I want to take my clothes off right now?
Charlie and Tallah are the only two in here, but I eye the door warily.
“The door is locked, and no one will come in unless I hit the button we reserve for problems,” she whispers, figuring out what I’m thinking. “I’m going to take my clothes off, too. Join me.” She says this like it’s a normal thing to do—which, for her, I guess it is.
I look at Charlie, his gaze hot on me, watching my every move, a prominent bulge in his crotch. I’ve never felt more sexy or desired, even with a gorgeous stripper standing next to me. His eyes are only for me.
I want to dance for him.
I want to strip for him.
I nod, deciding to be crazy. She sees my decision and fingers the zipper at my neck. “May I?”
I nod again, steeling myself. She brushes my hair to the side and over my shoulder then unzips my dress. It falls off my shoulders, but not completely down. She steps around to the front of me and pulls it the rest of the way off, helping me step out of it. I stand there, in my tall black boots and my red bra and panties, proud that I’m at least wearing a matching set.
Charlie’s eyelids are heavy with arousal, his cheeks taut, jaw clenching at the sight of me. Fuck, he’s so damn sexy.
Tallah turns around, showing me her back, and gathers her hair up and out of the way. “Help me with my top?”
It’s a halter top, tied at the back of her neck. I reach up and tug on one of the ends, loosening it. The strings fall down, exposing her breasts to Charlie. She turns around to face me and I can’t help but stare at her chest, comparing her rack to mine. Her brown nipples are bigger than mine, but my breasts are fuller.
Leaning into me, naked breasts and all, she reaches behind me to undo my bra. I feel it loosen then fall to the floor in front of us, and our breasts are suddenly about an inch away from touching.
“Sweet baby Jesus,” Charlie curses under his breath. I look at him. He’s pretty tense, his upper lip sweating. My poor Charlie, his cock is probably so hard right now.
I don’t feel too bad for him though.
Tallah lowers her miniskirt, taking whatever was under there—if anything—off along with it. She nods for me to do the same. At this point, I’m in for a penny, in for a pound. I take off my underwear then take off my boots. We stand together, completely naked. She looks at my body with interest and then I remember the hickeys that decorate my skin. Instead of making me want to cover up, they embolden me, making me stand tall for her to see Charlie’s marks on me.
“Come, let’s get closer to Charlie,” she suggests.
I smile at her. “His cock is probably miserable. Is he allowed to take off his clothes too?” I ask her sweetly.
“I think that’s an excellent idea.”
We go to Charlie and I tug him up to standing. He complies, eyes glittering at me with need. “Hey, hotstuff.”
“Red,” he growls.
“Why don’t we get you out of these clothes?”
He looks to Tallah for confirmation, and she nods with a smile.
“Thank Christ.” He takes off his shirt while I unbuckle his pants. His cock springs free, hard as stone, wetness gathered at the tip. He shuffles awkwardly while trying to toe off his shoes and kick away his pants. I watch Tallah, wanting to see what she thinks of Charlie’s naked body. He is perfection. She takes him in, gaze roving over his sculpted muscles, broad shoulders, six-pack abs, tapered waist, and muscular thighs, and once her eyes land on his cock, they widen.
Charlie’s cock is truly gorgeous, and that piercing makes it all the more amazing.
He sits back down on the chair, cock pointing toward the ceiling, and blows out a deep breath. Part of me wants to sink to my knees and swallow as much of his cock as I can, but the other part of me wants to make this night truly unforgettable for him.
I look to Tallah and she comes closer to me. “Let’s dance some more,” I say.
She smiles at me and nods in agreement. She positions herself behind me again, and though I know she’s naked, the feel of her nipples and soft breasts on my back takes me by surprise. Her pelvis cradles my ass and her hands rest on my hips. “Ready?” she breathes into my ear. I shiver and nod. We start to move again, me following her movements. This time, my eyes are wide open, staring into Charlie’s. Those blue orbs burn me with his gaze, watching my breasts sway, watching my hips move, watching Tallah’s hands on me.
“Look how much he wants you,” she whispers.
His desire is apparent in every cell of his being. Here I am, standing naked with a stripper, but it isn’t Tallah he’s watching—it’s me.
She guides me closer to him until he has to widen his legs so we can stand in between them.
He groans as if in pain. “Fuuuck, Red, you’re killing me.”
I exaggerate my hip movements more, loving the way his cock jumps at the sight. “You poor thing. Should we stop?”
“No, please don’t stop.”
Tallah changes the direction of our movements, and instead of swaying side to side, we start moving front to back. This makes me feel like we’re fucking some invisible person.
Charlies stares right at my pussy, which is right in front of him.
His expression turns a bit desperate. Hell, I’m a bit desperate for him, too. My legs widen with Tallah’s prodding and cool air hits my wet pussy, making me pulse with need.
Unable to take it anymore, Charlie grabs the base of his cock and squeezes, groaning in agony. “Tallah, tell me what’s allowed here. I’m dying.”
“Do you want him?” she asks me.
“God yes.”
“Then take him.”
I crane my neck look at her, surprised at her suggestion that we fuck here, but I find her gaze locked on Charlie’s cock, a look of hunger on her face. Seeing how much she wants him makes my heart race and my pussy wet.
“Do you want…” I try to find the right way to phrase my question. “Do you want to play with us? See what that cock feels like? See what he tastes like?” This is no doubt against the rules of Allure, but I know she is not faking her desire.
Her brown eyes snap to mine, wide with surprise, curiosity, and desire.
“But you’re together, aren’t you? I don’t want to cause trouble.”
I look at Charlie—he can most definitely hear us. He meets my gaze and nods, telling me it’s okay with him if it’s okay with me, reassuring me that we make the rules. Thinking for a moment, I try to search my feelings for jealousy, but there’s none to be found. I’m just so damn turned on and I can’t deny that Tallah is part of the reason for that.
“We’re together, but we like to…” I trail off, looking to Charlie for help.
“What Quinn is trying to say is that we’d love for you to join us, as long as it doesn’t get you in trouble with your employer or with your significant other. We could always take this to a different location.”
She absorbs this, looking from Charlie to me.
Unable to resist any longer, I sink to my knees and wrap my hand around the magnificent cock in front of me. I stroke him up and down and he hisses at my touch. I look up at Tallah, who’s watching me with wide eyes, and lick his cock from base to tip, moaning my pleasure. Charlie curses and touches my face, his breaths speeding up.
“Do you want to help me, Tallah?” I point Charlie’s erection toward her, stroking up and down the hard shaft. My display seems to have convinced her, as she doesn’t hesitate before kneeling down between Charlie’s legs, facing me. I lick the tip, flicking my tongue on the underside by the piercing, and watch as she licks her lips.
Again, I point Charlie’s erection toward her and she looks up at Charlie, as if asking for permission. He smiles down at her, sweat beading on his upper lip, and nods. She leans forward, moving into my space as I am kneeling between Charlie’s legs, too, and our shoulders touch. I’m hypnotized by the sight of her wet tongue reaching out to touch the piercing. I think of how that metal b
all feels against my tongue, cold and hard, in contrast with the surrounding skin, warm and pliant. She gives it an experimental flick and smiles when Charlie’s cock pulses in my hand. I look up to see Charlie’s reaction, but instead of watching Tallah, he’s watching me, eyes hot and intense.
My pussy clenches at the ferocity of his desire and I reach down to press my fingers against my clit. It throbs against my hand, needing friction.
Charlie’s eyes widen at my movement. “Are you touching yourself, Red?”
A moan escapes my lips and I nod. “I can’t help it.”
“Are you wet?”
“So wet.”
“What about you, Tallah?” he asks her while she’s licking the head of his dick like a lollipop. “Are you wet?”
She looks directly at me. “Would you like to feel how wet I am?”
Holy fuck. I have never touched a woman sexually before, nor have I ever wanted to. I thought this would be all about Charlie, that maybe he would touch her and she would touch him, but he curses at the suggestion, so I know he likes the idea of me touching her.
I scan Tallah’s body, seeing her erect nipples, flat stomach, and bare pussy. Her clit is peeking out at me. Would it feel like mine? I adjust my position, angling myself more so we’re facing each other right in between Charlie’s splayed legs.
She sees me looking at her pussy and in between licks she says, “Please.”
Heart hammering, I let go of Charlie’s cock and reach forward. My palm lands on her flat stomach, and I smooth down her soft skin to the juncture between her legs. She widens her thighs, giving me better access, and tilts her pelvis up, pressing into my hand, as if asking me to keep going.
As I cup her sex, she angles Charlie’s cock toward my mouth, giving me a turn. Instead of licking, I suck him into my mouth as far as I can and just hold him there. Saliva pools around his cockhead and I move my tongue back and forth on the underside, feeling that metal ball warm up.
