by Lana Hartley
Is it unorthodox? Sure.
Is it risky? Maybe.
Do I think she’ll enjoy it? Hell yes.
Lacey’s not the kind of girl to shy away from sexuality—as she’s so deftly proved already—and I doubt that a little strip club action will throw her off.
I pick her up, and when she asks me where we’re going, I just smirk, raise my brows, and chuckle.
She looks back at me with skepticism, her eyes squinting a curious smile spreading across her features.
“What do you have planned that you’re so smug about, Adam?”
“Well,” I say simply with a grin. “I’m taking you to a strip club.”
Her eyes go wide and her jaw drops, but the corners of her lips turn upwards in a smirk as her eyes light up.
“You’re…” She giggles, trying to stifle her laugh with her hand and failing. “You’re taking me to a strip club?”
I shrug and nod, grinning back at her and winking.
“Is that a problem?”
She thinks for a second, and then turns her gaze back to me with a subdued smile.
“Fuck no, let’s do it. I’ve never been to one before.”
“Well,” I croon, sliding my arm around her in the back of the car, “there’s a first for everything, right?”
The car takes us through town, and we arrive at the strip club shortly, having arrived at the perfect time. We didn’t have to wait in line for too long, but there were already enough people inside and we didn’t really feel awkward walking in.
When we get inside, we’re greeted by a hostess type lady, and she asks if we have a preference to where we sit.
I glance around the place—it looks like we have the pick of the house—and then back to Lacey, cocking an eyebrow as I smile.
“Well, Lacey,” I quip. “Lady’s choice. Where do you want to sit?”
She looks around the club for a moment, and I can’t help but laugh and smile when I see her fix her gaze on the table right in front of the runway.
A mischievous grin spreads across her face as she turns back to me and chuckles, shrugging.
“Well,” she purrs. “Go big or go home, right? Front and center.”
The hostess smiles at us, and I place my hand at the small of Lacey’s back, leading her forward, following the hostess to our seats.
When we’re seated, we order drinks, and I scoot my chair closer to hers so that I’m seated next to her instead of across from her, my thigh brushing against hers under the table.
She shoots me a flirty smile just as the first dancer comes on, and we both turn our attention to the stage, watching the performance unfold.
There’s this cute little blonde thing up there dancing to some dance number, and usually I’d be smitten with watching that, but all I can focus on right now is how into this Lacey is.
She’s watching the girl move, eyes following the curve of her hips every now and then. She bites her lip.
Is she as into this as I am? I guess I made the right choice, bringing her here.
The dancer up on the stage finishes her set and walks off, and Lacey smiles, clapping along with the rest of the men at the front line of the stage.
I nudge her leg under the table, and she whips her focus back to me, cocking an eyebrow in question and smirking when I grin at her.
“What?” she asks, blushing.
I slide my hand onto her thigh and squeeze, holding her gaze as I respond.
“Well,” I say as I eye her up and down, my gaze settling on her lips for a moment before traveling back up to those big, gorgeous eyes. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you enjoyed that more than I did. Something you want to tell me?”
She giggles and swats my arm, shaking her head and playfully rolling her eyes.
“Wouldn’t you just like to know?”
I sit back in my chair and cock an eyebrow, crossing my arms across my chest, nodding to urge her on.
“Oh, but I would.”
I can see her cheeks flush as she smiles and tucks a stray piece of hair behind her ear.
“I don’t know,” she says, looking down into her lap and then back at me as she fidgets with her hands. “I guess I really am enjoying myself. More than I thought I would.”
I laugh and squeeze her leg again, leaning in to place a quick peck on her cheek before settling back into my chair with a wink.
“I knew I made the right choice for our date.”
She shifts in her seat and grins at me, a playful look in her eye.
“I dunno,” she says shyly as she bites her lip. “It’s kind of hot. I thought maybe it would be weird, watching some half-naked chick shake her stuff on stage in front of me, but I kind of like it.”
I cock an eyebrow at her and smirk.
“Kind of?”
“Okay,” she concedes, rolling her eyes. “I really like it. More than I thought I would.”
“Well,” I say as I lean in until I’m just an inch away from her face, my lips just barely missing hers. “I’m glad.”
I watch her swallow and sigh, holding my gaze as she bit her lip and chuckled softly.
Just as I’m about to lean in for a kiss, the lights start again, and another girl comes strutting out onto the stage. I laugh and lean back into my chair.
Then I have a thought, and I look over at Lacey with a smile.
“Well, since you’re enjoying yourself, let’s make sure you get the full experience.”
Her brow furrows, and she looks at me with confusion, her eyes widening as I reach into my pocket and pull out a wad of bills.
The dancer starts finishing up her main dance, the music shifting from her routine to the follow up within a few minutes.
Several men around us are waiving small denomination bills at her, and she takes them with a smile, giving them a sway of her hips or shake as thanks.
Then she looks over to me and the hundred-dollar bill I’m holding, and she struts over until she’s a few feet away, and gets down onto the floor of the stage until she’s on all fours.
I make eye contact with her and smile, passing the bill over to Lacey. The dancer looks at her with a sexy smirk.
Lacey turns four shades of red as the stripper slowly and seductively makes her way across the stage to her, thighs and ass swaying as she crawls over.
Lacey may be a bit red, but I can tell she’s enjoying this.
She’s grinning ear to ear, and when the dancer gets to her, she holds the bill up so the dancer has to reach over her to grab it, and in turn, gets a face full of tits.
I laugh and clap my hands when she finally hands the bill over, and she bursts out into a fit of giggles.
The dancer nods at her and stands up, walking off the stage as we all clap.
I look over to Lacey. She has a huge smile on her face as she looks back at me.
She shrugs and winks.
“Hey,” she quips. “Go big or go home, right?”
Chapter 21
Lacey
This is so much more fun than I thought it would be.
When Adam said we were going to a strip club for our date, I was surprised—but definitely intrigued and excited.
I’ve always been curious to see what happens in a strip club—not that I don’t know what happens, I just have to see it for myself. I’ve always been curious as to why men enjoy it so much.
Now, I can see why. The exotic dancers are beautiful and sexy. They know how to draw you in with the erotic sway of their hips, and keep you captivated in their dance until the very end.
The dancer, who I just gave a hundred-dollar bill to, is wrapping up her dance.
I feel Adam lean in closer to me until his lips are a whisper away from my ear.
“So, go big or go home, right?” he whispers.
“Mhm,” I reply.
“And you want the full experience, right?” he asks.
I turn towards him to look him in the eyes. Now, my lips are a whisper away from his.
; What is he thinking right now? What devious plan does he have up his sleeve?
There’s a look of amusement mixed with raw desire in his eyes. My body instantly responds to the desire. Liquid fire ignites between my legs, causing me to fidget a little in my seat.
Adam sees me fidget, and his eyes darken further with arousal.
“Yes,” I whisper. “I want the full experience, please.”
He smiles mischievously.
“Come with me then,” he says as he rises up from his chair and holds out his hand for me to take.
Without hesitation, I place my hand in his, and he pulls me out from my chair.
We start walking towards the back of the club.
Adam stops in front of a room concealed by a curtain and pulls it open before stepping aside to let me go in first.
I’m thrown into a lush private room. It’s decorated with the same colors and feel of the main room, but it feels like its own little world, maybe because it’s only me and Adam in here.
Adam comes up behind me and places his hands on my hips.
“You wanted the full experience, and it wouldn’t be, unless you got the chance to do as the strippers do,” he whispers in my ear. “I want you to strip and dance for me, Lacey. I want you to put on a show—just for me and no one else.”
I shiver. I’m more than willing to strip and dance for this man, and only this man. The idea of it alone ignites my blood.
“Will you do this for me, Lacey?”
“Yes,” I confidently say.
“Excellent,” he states.
He moves from behind me to situate himself on one of the large couches in the room. He leans back and spreads his arms out on top of the couch. His eyes are solely focused on me and waiting for me to fulfill his desire.
You got this, Lacey. Let’s give him the best show he has ever seen from any woman or stripper.
I slowly walk closer to him. With every step closer to him, I undo one button at a time on my blouse. I make sure my hips are swaying in a slow and seductive rhythm as I walk.
Once the blouse is completely unbuttoned, Adam’s eyes light up with pure pleasure. I’m wearing the lingerie he had sent me as a gift.
The whole set is leather. The bra holds my breasts in confinement with crisscrossing leather in the middle, mimicking a corset. The tighter it is laced, the more it pushes my breasts up. Two leather straps connected to the side of my breasts cross down in the shape of an X underneath my breasts.
I toss my blouse to the floor.
My hands lift up to lace through my hair as I sway my hips and twirl around slowly, so my back is facing Adam.
I look over my shoulder to give him a sexy and seductive smile.
I can tell by the look on his face and the bulge in his pants that I’m successful with the show I’m giving him.
Keep going, Lacey. Push him further until he’s on the edge of his seat, itching to have his hands all over you.
I reach to the back of my skirt and unzip it. Folding my fingers into the waistband of the skirt, I slowly push it down to the floor. I’m bent over at the waist now, giving Adam a perfect view of my ass and the other half of the lingerie set he gave me.
“Shit,” he growls.
I’m wearing a leather G-string and leather garter belt that’s connected to black thigh highs. I put on black high heels to match not only my outfit, but the lingerie, too, hoping he’d get to see it all.
I stand up and turn back around to face him.
“You approve?” I ask him with a sly smile on my face. I know he approves, but I still want to hear him say it.
“Fuck yes, baby,” he growls. “I knew it would look perfect on your delectable body.”
Pleasure radiates throughout my body at his compliment.
I smile at him and then start to dance. I sway, twirl, bend over, and anything else I can think of that is sexy and teasing for him. I make sure he’s able to get a good look at me from every angle.
With every slow twirl, the look on his face becomes more intense and strained from the sexual attraction building between us.
This is a lot more fun and erotic than I thought it would be. I’ve never done this for any man before. Adam makes me feel beautiful, sexy, and desirable rather than clumsy or inexperienced.
I move closer to him, so when I turn my back to him, my ass is right in front of his face, and when I twirl to face him once more, my breasts are in his face.
I can tell he’s loving it all, and I’m loving it just as much as him.
The longer I dance in front of him, with his eyes glued to my every movement, my panties become wetter. I’m so turned on right now, and he hasn’t even touched me—yet.
God, this man is intoxicating. And so damn sexy.
“Fuck, Lacey. You’re exquisite. Don’t you dare stop, baby.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it, darling,” I reply.
I don’t think anything could stop me from dancing for him. Nothing to make me stop causing that yummy look on his face. Nothing.
In fact, why don’t we take this a little further, Lacey?
I want to blow his mind, and for that, I need to get even closer to him. Real close.
Oh, this is going to be really fun.
Chapter 22
Adam
Lacey sways enticingly in front of me. Everything about her is perfect.
I knew the outfit I picked was the perfect thing for her. As soon as I saw it, I couldn’t wait to see her in it.
Thank fucking God, she put me out of my misery. She looks like a naughty vixen that just needs a good firm fucking.
I think she likes it, too. Running my hands over her thighs, I pull her ass into me. Reaching from behind, I touch her damp panties.
Perfect.
I lean back, my eyes slit, as she bends over me, draping her tits in my face. Her soft blonde hair cascading around our heads creating a private cocoon.
Inhaling her warm, fresh scent, I can feel myself harden even more. The pulse in my cock is taunting me. She’s exactly what I need.
“You look so perfect, baby.”
Running my hands up along the sides of her body, I see goosebumps form, and her nipples harden. I can’t resist. Running the back of my fingers against her nipples, I flick them and watch them sway.
Her tongue circles my ear slowly, as her body undulates above me.
“Don’t move.” Her whisper over my ear causes a shiver to go up my spine.
Fuck me. That’s going to be hard—it already is, but I think I can sit still and let her show off a little more for me.
Lacey starts pressing open mouth kisses below my ear, lightly at first. Heading down my neck, her lips get firmer and more aggressive. I tilt my head back obligingly and try to relax.
She keeps surprising me over and over.
I had hoped to get her to hang out for half an hour here. I figured I could work on her slowly, to get her to be more open about being around the strip club scene. But she jumped right in with both feet.
This isn’t the typical first date, but this isn’t a typical relationship either. Yet what better way to find out if she is a keeper or not?
Reaching my collar bone, she arches above me, thrusting her tits in my face, making me want to nip one so bad. Such a tease.
Crouching on her heels, legs spread wide between my legs, she rocks suggestively below me, circling her pussy so nicely.
She could work here in a heartbeat. Her moves are fluid and sensual. She puts most of these girls to shame.
Groaning I reach for her, but she captures my hands in hers to settle them back onto my thighs. Her hands leave mine to slide up my legs, around my begging cock, to quickly unbuckle my pants.
My cock has been above my waistline, but under my shirt for ages now. The release of pressure on it, is a welcome relief. It points towards her like a homing device, begging for her attention.
Using the tails of my shirt as coverage, her soft, smooth hand grasps me firmly. Running her
hand from the base to the head, I can’t keep my butt down.
“Lacey.” I groan her name, as she strokes me slowly.
Eyes locked, her lips are in front of mine as she slowly rocks in front of me. I didn’t even see her get up.
With her knees perched on the edge of the sofa between my legs, she runs her hand lightly, but firmly up and down my prick. Her tongue touching my lips, startles me from the daze I’m in. I can’t help but thrust my tongue inside her mouth, like I’d love to be in her cunt.
My hands rise to hold her to me as I start to feel her pull away.
Clicking her tongue, she signals her disapproval.
Dropping my hands to my thighs again, I put on a pout with puppy dog eyes looking up at her. I’ve got this look perfected from childhood. My mom always caved.
Lacey just laughs softly, sliding her knees off the sofa and onto the floor.
“Be a good boy now, so we can both have our treat.” Lifting my shirt, her head lowers, and I realize where she is going.
Fuck yeah.
This is definitely the perfect woman for me.
Her hot, wet tongue touches just under the head of my dripping cock and swipes up to suck on the head. The moan from her as she licks and sucks my slit almost makes me come right then.
Slowly lapping and then increasing the suction, she’s cleaning me good.
She’s using the shirt tails as camouflage, but I have to watch. Pulling my shirt up, I unbutton the last couple around her head, so she can feel like she has privacy, but I can see perfectly.
Her tongue circles the head like a lollipop as she holds just the first couple inches in her mouth. Her satin smooth hand is wrapped around my base tightly, angling it up towards her mouth. Her small hand can barely get around me, I’m so hard and throbbing right now.
Smoothing her hair back from her face, I pull it into a make shift pony tail, so I can see her perfectly. Her plush lips are tight around me, building up suction. Her eyes flicker up to me and catch my gaze.
Smiling encouragingly, I stroke her cheek as she moans again.
Fucking hell, that is good.
