by N. K. Love
In time to the music, she gradually walks up to me, one controlled step at a time, swaying her hips again. She walks up to my right side and moves clockwise around me, sliding her fingertips from one shoulder across, up the back of my neck with her fingernails and back down. Ah, those fingernails.
The other girls are already breaking into their best tacky twerking. You’re peaking too soon ladies.
Moving her hand across to the other shoulder, I inadvertently zone out the rest of the room.
Having gone full circle she stands astride my left leg, looking down on me. I can’t read her expression and now I wish I’d kept my glasses on because she’s got me at a disadvantage. She slowly starts to ripple her body and wines her trim waistline in beat with the track, she obviously knows it well, dipping low enough to brush over my quads. I’m immobile so all I can do is use the opportunity to drink in her body and the way it moves up close.
I’d take this view over watching a hundred of those female strippers earlier. Her hips have me in a trance that’s only broken when she begins to pull the zip halfway down her jacket, she swings her right leg around so now she’s standing in-between my legs but facing away from me.
All I want to do is lean forward and sink my teeth into this enticing peach. My dick woke up the second she laid her hands on me. I like her hands on me and I’d love to put mine on hers. She carries on with similar seductive moves but this time she goes lower and puts her palms high up on my thighs – careful Beth – she goes right down to the ground. When she rises back up she steps back slightly so that her ass grinds over my cock, whilst supporting herself on my tense quads. I’m aching for her to press down harder for me.
Now my soldier is standing to attention and there’s fuck all I can do about it. I start to feel my plan unravelling in my lap because now I know, she knows what she’s doing to me, which means she’s on top in more ways than one. You’ve lost your upper hand Jaxson.
I didn’t think this through properly. I underestimated her and there’s nothing I can do about it for now. She spins again so that she’s astride my right leg now, facing me. She ripples her body, like a slow Jamaican bogle. I have a flashback to some underground dancehall nights I went to when I was younger.
Beth undoes the rest of her jacket and my eyes instantly feast on her flawless skin. Flashes of the DJs lights show just how smooth, tanned and toned she is. I find myself sucking in my bottom lip and biting down hard because all I want to do now is stroke my lips over her bikini top until her nipples are hard enough to take them gently in my teeth. Then I want to feel how she feels skin to skin, inside as well as out, wet and wanting.
Considering I feel like I’m going to break a sweat, it makes it even more satisfying to see her budding nipples stretching out the material. Being here with me, like this; it’s affecting her too. She’s enjoying seeing and feeling the affect she’s having on me. Thinking all this just makes me harder still and I would kill to rock my cock in between these perfectly oversized tits to alleviate the pressure.
Beth moves again like she’s stalking her prey, she stands between my knees but one step away. I look up at her and she mimics me by sucking in her lip then lifts her leg up slowly so that her foot rests on the chair between my legs. The tip of her boot brushes against my balls, which are begging for more room. I look down to see she’s got fucking bad girl bullets wrapped around her boots. Can she possibly get any more fuckable right now? This is the girl that was stammering earlier about harmless flirtations only. I obviously have a positive effect on her so why’s she fighting it? I’ve already doubled my earlier ways in which I want to make her come.
If I wasn’t sitting on my hands, so help me, they’d be working their way up this thigh. She unclips the fake gun from her holster, bends down and slides the end of it from her ankle all the way up to the inside of her thigh. She rests it on her pussy and her body is still rippling with her mesmerising moves to the track. I can just about make out her eyes looking at me and I swear she smirks for a split second. I look back down as she pushes the gun briefly inside her hot pants. It’s so discreet, she’s made sure it was for my eyes only. The gun slides up between her tits then she opens her mouth and briefly sucks the fucking end of it. Come on, has she been hustling me all along?
I’m turned on to the hilt of frustration; a feeling that doesn’t sit well with me. Surely there can’t be much left of the song now, this is killing me.
Beth drops the gun on the floor. With a swift confident move she’s stepped forward and straddles me with her hands on my shoulders. They feel tiny. She leans to whisper in my ear and we’re the closest we’ve been. I breathe her in deeply and as suspected my lungs fill with a smell of sweet innocence contradicting the guilty pleasures she’s igniting in me. Then comes the sultriest voice to compliment it, “At ease soldier—I do believe you are carrying a loaded weapon after all—” Nipping my earlobe, she pulls my head back so our faces are nose to nose. She starts wining again making slow controlled waves up and down her body but not putting her weight down completely. As much as my cock would appreciate the friction, I’m also impressed that she’s disciplined enough not to slip into the slutty dodgy-public-dry-humping arena like the others.
Her tits slightly brush against my chest a few times and I’m glad she has left her jacket on. I don’t want anybody else seeing what I see, another intentional move on her part perhaps. She stands up over me now, still straddling. Without moving her face from mine, she pulls her cap off letting her hair fall down around us. Now I’m consumed by a coconut scent. Her hands disappear but she hasn’t stopped moving her body. I feel her doing something by her hips. The lyrics don’t fail us, because she is on top and I’ve no control so we’ve definitely traded places – Beth with the elusive upper hand over me. But no time to think of that now as the track is finally coming to an end.
Beth switches to subtle little moves and flicks her hair to one side. Her water bottle appears and she takes a sip, swallows and takes another sip. Putting the bottle back in her belt she returns to my face pulling my head back again. She slowly lowers her suckable lips onto mine and in sync we both part our lips slightly and she lets ice cold water trickle into my mouth. I close my lips, swallow and she licks a drip that’s about to escape. She wraps her mouth around my bottom lip and sucks gently. She may aswell be sucking me off because that’s how intense it feels.
The track ends just as she switches to bite down quickly, then let’s go and let’s out the most innocent giggle. Giving me a swift kiss and a shy genuine smile she finally removes her glasses – her mask – I finally get to see her hazel eyes dancing with excitement. She seems proud of herself and so she should be. She throws her head back and sort of laughs and screams at the same time.
I’m not easily fazed but she’s broken me with one fucking dance.
I hear the room go crazy, wolf whistling, clapping and the men are barking like dogs. There’s no doubt who it’s all aimed at.
I get to release my hands at last, grabbing her hips and gently easing her down to the top of my thighs, avoiding my obvious arousal. Just then, the speakers erupt into “My Chick Bad” by Ludacris, which is completely apt after that performance, Beth was truly badass. But she’s not your chick Jaxson.
“Who the fuck are you tonight?” I don’t want her to move, partially because of my raving hard on but mainly because once she goes, that could be it.
She giggles again, it’s a sweet sound, “Oh just a rookie soldier trespassing on forbidden territories—” Her voice has a vulnerable quiver that’s almost as sexy as her biting my lip. Yes, this bundle of contradictions—who gets me hard on demand but giggles like a virgin—just bit my fucking lip.
“Angel, you didn’t just trespass on the land, you nearly fucking conquered it—” We both smile. “—so you’re gonna have to stay close to me when we walk back over there.” She glances down then winks. “That is unless you’d rather go somewhere more private Beth?” Without hesitation she’s al
ready standing up and guiding us back over to the group. It’s like a kick to the balls with those pointy boots because I know she heard me.
I walk closely behind holding her hand ignoring the wave of disappointment looming. She means it then, no action for Jaxson.
When we get to everybody I pull Beth back into me snugly by her waist and I feel her tense up as they start telling her how fucking amazing she was. This girl is a mystery. I’ve no idea how long this hard on is going to last, especially considering my cover up is the person causing it! I acknowledge all of the fist pumps, “You lucky bastard” remarks and nods of approval.
Eventually I start to loosen my grip around her waist. She wants to go and dance with the girls, so she does. Feeling deflated, I want to go home, so I do, as soon as she’s disappeared onto the dance floor.
It’s an irritating anti-climax when the only fucking I’m getting from the girl I want is a goddam mindfuck. She could have easily took me up on my offer to go somewhere private but she’s sticking to her word, she wasn’t even tempted. It’s not on her agenda, she already told me, it’s just frustrating when she can fuck me up in one song. My brain is telling me to accept it and forget it. But my instinct is telling me not to ignore this ridiculous vibe I feel whenever she’s around or when she randomly pops into my head.
Do I follow brains or gut? Whatever happens I have to admit to myself that I want her more than I’ve ever wanted anybody before. Now that confession is a fucking head-trip!
I need to shake this off quick. Maybe I need to call a girl and get laid. Screw out my frustrations on someone that’s easy.
A girl never gets the upper hand over me… Beth just did. Yeah, whilst I sat back in awe and watched. Maybe this calls for a different type of release, I’ve had enough of playing games tonight.
After a quick word with Craig, I slip away to the sound of high-pitched squeals as Willow announces the girls as victors.
Chapter Fifteen
Saturday 4th April 2015
2:18pm
Beth
This morning’s alarm courtesy of Willow, woke me at 10am with a smile, it was “Lap Dance” by N.E.R.D.
Today was allocated ‘shop til you drop’ day and I was really looking forward to it. We woke late and ate brunch whilst recollecting the events of last night. Wills attempting to re-enact my dance didn’t quite work when she tried to put her foot between my legs and I’m on a barstool at the kitchen island, which then spins around taking her hopping with it.
“I’ve got to say it again though, I am so proud of myself. Number 22 – Do a lap dance, completed!” I sing. “Oh and not forgetting number 27 – Strip show. Thanks for that lovely surprise aaand for convincing me to do that dance. I was so nervous, my heart was beating through my chest when I first got up there. I felt great when I’d done it though.”
“Told you you would!”
“I was loving it. I think I may have gotten carried away in the heat of the moment though—I bit his fucking lip Wills!”
“You did what? What a hussy!”
“I know right? I don’t know what came over me, I was running on pure adrenalin by then. Ha, I swear when you picked Jax of all people, I thought I was going to throttle you—”
“—yeah yeah, we’ve already gone over this last night, from the second you pair laid eyes on each other you eyefucked the shit out of each other. It’s lust at its purest. It was the same at Tricks and when I walked past you in the corridor last night—” Eh? “—yeah, you see, you were so caught up with each other that you were oblivious to anybody else in the vicinity. How could I not ask him? He was the perfect candidate to help unleash your sexiness. Mission complete.”
“It’s that obvious huh?” Wills doesn’t even bother answering my stupid question.
“I’m glad you trusted me and weren’t offended. Thankfully it paid off because you killed it. But, I’ve just gotta put this out there… You do know that Jax is a notorious player, I did tell you this… He’s rarely seen with the same girl twice. Didn’t you tell me that he wanted to ‘go somewhere more private’ afterwards?” I nod slowly and shrug, not sure where she’s going with this. “Look, he’s lovely and I consider him a friend so I’m not knocking him, but just because he sat in that chair last night… I don’t want you to read too much into it babe.”
“Okay, for your information mother, even before last night, I’d already decided that I wouldn’t do anything more than flirt with him because I don’t want to do a ‘Steve’ and disappoint him—” My mind wanders back to straddling Jax in that chair. “—But the way I felt when I had my legs wrapped around him… Jeez I was so fucking horny Wills, I swear to God it was ridiculous. I’ve no idea, literally, no idea how I remained composed. So at that point, when I was able to actually do what I wanted without worrying what other people thought of me, I admit I felt a flicker of hope that I could actually handle him… But when he fucked off at the first opportunity… His message was received loud and clear. That was nothing special for him and it was massive for me. I felt shit when he disappeared after a dance so I can only imagine what it’d feel like after anything more… Anyway, case closed.”
“Whoa, hold on, hold on; 1. ‘do a Steve’, that’s inspired, I may use that term myself from now on 2. Why the hell would you disappoint? For all we know, he could be shit and that’s why we never see him with the same girl twice. Ookay, granted, that’s unlikely, but still, you can totally ‘handle’ anybody if you let yourself and 3. Who cares that he fucked off? You got what you needed from that dance, you felt liberated and sexy and turned on, end of.” Is she right? “Please don’t get this twisted, I’m not saying he wouldn’t want you or that you couldn’t take him. I’m saying that he doesn’t hang around afterwards. I think you’ve got a soft spot for him and you’re probably not ready to detach emotions from sex just yet. You’re likely to get hurt if you did, you know—fuck him.”
I completely agree with the part about him not being the type to hang around, he didn’t even manage an hour after I’d practically buckaroo’d him in public! I couldn’t believe it when I realised he’d left the bar, or maybe I could but I was just gutted. I overheard two of the lads saying that he had to ‘take care of some business’. Yeah, at that time? Was ‘business’ mancode for ‘girl’?
Did I really want to try for anything more than friendship? Like Wills said, my heart would be chewed up and spat back out… That’s unless my heart wasn’t invited to the party, which is impossible. Argh, I’m so confused; I’ve got Miss Sensible screaming that I’m weak and pathetic and Miss Fierce finger snapping that she’d totally take him anytime.
When he calls me ‘Angel’ it makes me weak at the knees, as though I don’t want anybody to ever call me that again because that word belongs on his lips and being said to me and only me.
Aside from the whole lap dance though, when he had his arm around my waist afterwards it felt so good. Every now and then he’d bend down and ask me if I was okay. The closeness just felt right—until of course, I remind myself that the only reason he was hugging me from behind was to shield his dignity... Yeah, that’s romantic! Grrr, so annoying! It’s true; I’m weak, I’m pathetic and I’m so unashamedly hot and horny for him. If that’s not a cocktail for disaster I don’t know what is!
Maybe I could handle just one or two things off the list… Noooo!... We’ll see…
We went out after brunch to meet up at the shopping centre with one of Wills’ friends-with-benefits. So far, we’ve all tried on and bought lots of new clothes and accessories. Shopping is so much fun when you’re not just looking for practical and suitable clothing. I’m looking at clothes in a different way, choosing bright vibrant colours and patterns. I’m trying things on that hugs my curves rather than hides them, flashing some flesh and making me smile with confidence when I parade around the changing rooms with the girls.
After a good few hours we were all desperate for a pit stop, which was much needed because my back was really twinging
and starting to make walking uncomfortable. I’ve had a recurring problem with my shoulders and lower back for a few years now. My mom blames the hours I spent hunched over my laptop whilst at Uni and ever since. But I suspect this episode has been aggravated by my recent change in lifestyle.
We grabbed a light lunch at a nearby bar. I had a small chicken caesar salad, which was delish. In true girly tradition, we went through our bags as we waited and then whilst we ate, we made our next plan of attack; three ‘adult’ shops. Two that sell mainly lingerie and mainstream sex toys and the other shop sells more hardcore sex toys and lots of porn.
In the first of the lingerie shops we spend way too much! I wonder off on my own as those pair flirt over crotchless knickers and nippleless bras. I pick out four beautiful matching lingerie sets, stockings, suspenders and a stunning basque. I pop the clothes behind the counter so I can check out the toys at the back of the shop, where I find that the girls have already ventured. I eagerly pick out a new vibrator as promised to myself, courtesy of Steve. The girls start educating me on the rest of the craziness until I eventually add some silver weighty balls to my basket, which look suspiciously like the balls my mom had when I was growing up. She used to rotate hers in her hand, they chimed and said they were for easing stress? Note to self: Check internet to see if such stress balls exist.
