by Laura Ashton
Entranced in a hot fog of twisting, slick friction, lips and tongues, suddenly she noticed quiet as they stood alone on the dance floor, their lips connected. She pulled away and snickered. “Does that answer your question? Yes, I’m still attracted to him and maybe I feel a little something for him. He was my first love, but you are my second love—a stronger, deeper, and more stable love. I’m afraid you’re stuck with me.”
“So you wouldn’t want to sleep with Jack?”
Hesitation betrayed her.
“So you do?”
“I’m sorry, I can’t help it. I didn’t ask for this. I’m as surprised as you are. I was sure I was over Jack. Especially, since I love you so much.”
* * * *
They stayed at Friction another ninety minutes. Jack, looking for “Miss Right” or maybe “Miss New,” spent most of his time there, cruising around.
Since she felt a little tipsy, she had one more frozen margarita and then started drinking cokes. She was worried about how much the guys were drinking.
Even though she was with Marc, at least a dozen men asked her to dance. Normally, she wouldn’t have hesitated, remembering what her daddy had said twelve years ago when she was about to attend her first sock hop. “Unless someone you don’t like asks, try to dance with everyone who wants to. It takes a lot of nerve for them to come up to you, and dancing with a pretty girl like you will make their day.”
She and Marc danced another six or seven songs, all slow, but he didn’t mention Jack again. Nevertheless, she sensed it ate at him.
At eleven, Jack came back and sat down. Marc leaned forward. “Did you do any good?”
“I got a couple phone numbers, but nothing that excites me. If we’re still going to Fantasy Girls we’d better get going.”
Marc stood up, a little shakily, and they prepared to leave.
She smiled when they headed toward the exit and four girls rushed up to Jack, begging him not to go. She rolled her eyes when one of the girls brazenly said, “I thought you and I were going to party tonight,” and batted her eyelashes.
Outside, the valet brought their cars and they were off to Fantasy Girls strip club.
Chapter Three – Sera’s Lap Dance
Fortunately, Marc had ridden to Friction with Jack, who at this point hadn’t shown any ill effects from the alcohol he’d ingested. Like it or not, it would be black coffee for Marc at Fantasy Girls.
She followed Jack in her car. After driving fifteen minutes to an older part of town near the airport, he turned into a driveway alongside a well-lit building. It featured a neon sign with large letters: “Fantasy Girls.” In smaller letters below, the sign read, “We have ’em, you’ll love ’em.” The parking lot was in the rear and looked jammed, so, unlike Jack, she headed straight to the valet.
A young Hispanic man handed her the ticket. “Please tell me you’re trying out to work here.”
She threw her head back and laughed. “Sorry, I’m just visiting with my husband and my ex-husband.” She snickered, remembering the confusion etched on his face as she sauntered up the walkway to the entrance. A sign on the door read, “Amateur Strip Contest Tonight. Win a thousand dollars.”
Hesitant to go in the strip joint by herself, she decided to wait for Jack and Marc who were right behind her. Strolling up to her, Marc opened the door and held it for both of them.
As they stepped in, it seemed very dark. After pausing to let their eyes get accustomed, she noticed the main stage was straight ahead, located at the back of the room. A good-sized runway jutted into the room from the middle of the stage. Small tables and lush compact armchairs scattered around the stage and its projection. A single row of chairs lined the perimeter of the runway, which at the moment had three lissome topless ladies prancing in front of a cadre of roosters. From appearances, this was where the rowdy hardcore revelers hung out. The entire left side of the club’s main room had been partitioned off with private booths for VIP sessions, which she assumed were more expensive lap dances. The DJ booth sat to the right of the main stage where the dancers seemed to congregate.
To their right was a cashier. Above the cashier was a sign: “Cover charge Forty Dollars (Includes one free lap dance). Ladies, never a cover charge. All drinks free.”
She whispered in Marc’s ear, “Look, I’m a cheap date here.”
He smiled. “Believe me, in a place like this, Jack and I will make up for you.”
They stepped forward and the host, a middle-aged man with a thin moustache said, “Sorry, it’s standing room only. Wait a minute. Aren’t you…” He snapped his fingers twice. “Sera Loy?”
That shocked Sera. “Yes, how did—”
“Come with me. I have a VIP booth open.”
They followed the mysterious man amid a cacophony of whistles and catcalls to a booth that was practically on the stage. Jack slipped in and as she started to slide in, the man took hold of her hand. “Uno attimo, per favore!”
She turned to him, waiting for an explanation. Instead, he kissed her hand. “I am Vitorio Tatola. I am the proud father of a fourteen-year-old girl who idolizes you. She looks very much like you and has your pictures and posters all over her room.” He held up a finger. “I show you.” He reached in his coat’s chest pocket and retrieved a wallet. Pulling a photo from it, he handed it to her with shaky fingers. “I’m sorry. The picture is a year old.”
She was skeptical but humored the man. The girl did look like her. At least like pictures of her from when she was fourteen. Vitorio puffed up like a peacock when she told him, “She’s very pretty. What is her name?”
“Teresa. Teresa Tatola. She goes to modeling school twice a week. One more thing. Could you pose for a picture with me. My little Teresa will faint when she sees it.”
“Sure, why not?”
“Thank you, thank you. You and your friends can spend no money at Fantasy Girls. Of course you are already free, but your friends aren’t.” Vitorio glanced toward the entrance where the burly security guard sat. “Excuse me. I will be right back.”
He hustled away and brought the security guard and a camera with him. This whole situation had to be disconcerting for the girls performing on stage. It took another three minutes to get the photo he wanted, and she dug into her wallet and autographed one of her three-by-five publicity photos for little Teresa. Finally, she got a chance to sit down and they settled in.
The three topless dancers performing on the stage were nice looking. They seemed to alternate between regular dancing and pole dancing. All of a sudden, a very pretty olive-skinned woman in a scanty bikini set napkins down in front of them. “Mr. V said I should take care of you, so what’ll you have?”
Sera pointed at Marc’s napkin and said, “He’ll have black coffee and I’ll have a coke.”
Jack raised a finger. “Margarita on the rocks.”
“Coffee, coke, and margarita, coming up.”
Two minutes later, the girl was back. After setting the drinks down, she said, “Drinks are free.”
“What about tip?” Sera asked.
“That’s up to you, pretty lady.”
She handed her a five-dollar tip.
“Thanks. I see you have lap dance tickets, would any of you want a lap dance?”
Marc shook his head and put his hand on Sera’s shoulder. “I’ll get my lap dance later from the missus.”
She looked at Jack, “How about you, handsome. You up for a little sexy stimulation?”
He smiled, “Maybe later.”
Without thinking, Sera picked up her husband’s ticket and blurted, “I will.” Thinking she might have misspoken, she asked, “You do lap dances with women, don’t you?”
“Some don’t, but I do women all the time.” She sniggered. “But many of them look more like guys than beautiful women.” She took the ticket and nodded for her to follow. “C’mon.”
She pushed on Marc. “Let me out.”
He stared up at her, his mouth half-open. “Are you sure?”<
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Her nostrils flared. “I’m sure, watch my bag.”
He let her out and she followed the dancer. ”What’s your name?”
“Marla. What’s yours?”
“Sera.”
Marla shook her hand and they headed around to the left side of the room where the private VIP booths were located. Each booth had a pullback curtain, and at the top sat a green light that was on when the booth was available. Of the eight booths, five were available. Marla led her into the closest one and flipped the green light off. There was a single armless upholstered chair in the middle of the tiny room. To the sides and rear of the chair was just enough room for the dancer to get around. After pulling the privacy curtain closed, Marla flashed a warm, toothy smile. “Sit down, sweetheart.”
After she took a seat, Marla removed her bikini top, exposing medium small, but nicely shaped breasts with dark areolas and hard nipples. “Are you into the ladies?”
Sera felt a little flush of embarrassment pass through her. “Not really, I’m more into beauty, although I have to admit to a certain amount of curiosity. How about you?”
To her surprise, Sera felt a stirring in her center when Marla removed her bikini bottom. Standing before her fully naked, except for her white platform heels, she turned around as if posing for Sera, which, she supposed Marla was.
“I’m bisexual, and when I get through, you might be even more curious.” Marla was short, lean, and probably weighed no more than a hundred pounds. With her dark obsidian eyes and long black hair, she had an exotic Eurasian look. She really was beautiful. If she’d been five or six inches taller she could easily have been a model. A tingle of excitement flowed through Sera from viewing the backside view of Marla’s petal-like folds when she bent over and removed her platform shoes. Standing barefoot and naked her lap dance partner seemed anything but embarrassed. Sera’s pulse raced as Marla puckered her lips and threw her a kiss. Her pussy clenched when Marla cupped her breasts, lifting one breast so her tongue could lick the hard, jutting nipple, while teasing her other nipple with her elegant fingers.
Leaving her breasts, Marla’s hands moved downward, salaciously following the contours of her body, along her ribs, across her abdomen, skirting her hips, and caressing her fabulous ass. She whirled around, showing Sera her backside. Her stance widened and she bent over until her pretty, upside down face stared at Sera from between her legs. Digging her fingers into her buttocks, she smiled impishly as she pulled her cheeks apart, displaying the backside of her pussy again. Straightening, she dropped to her knees and then to the floor. Rolling onto her side she raised a single leg straight in the air, offering a new view of her sex, but she wasn’t through. Quickly, she rolled onto her back, initially kicking her legs up and down, then raising the pair straight into the air. Languorously, the dancer spread her legs, exposing the vanguard of her sex, her clitoral sheath, and pronounced inner folds, to Sera’s scrutiny.
Sera shifted uneasily, squirming in her chair at the raw sexiness of this woman. Serious heat built within her core. She wondered if it would be appropriate to touch herself…until Marla lowered her legs, rose to her knees, and slowly crawled the three feet toward her. Marla’s gaze elevated from between her legs to her eyes. “Do you like what I’m doing?”
“Very much. You’re very good.”
She nudged Sera’s legs apart and ran her hands up each of her thighs. “I’m just getting started, baby.” She edged the hem of her dress into Sera’s lap and smiled. “I see you’re wearing black,” she said, referring to her lacy, black panties.
“Yes, and I’m sure with your help they’re wet.”
She closed her eyes and held her breath as Marla’s soft hands moved along the sensitive insides of her thighs.
“Let’s see.”
Sera’s entire body hummed. The walls of her wet, suddenly searing pussy clenched in anticipation of Marla’s fingers.
Feigning surprise, Marla joked, “Ooh, you are wet. Shall we take them off?”
Barely able to breath, she groaned out one word, “Ye-s-s-s.”
Marla backed away and dragged Sera’s sopping wet panties off. Her heated vagina cooled as fresh air reached it.
She spread Sera’s legs again. “I’m not supposed to do this, but I want one little lick before I continue the dance.”
Sera swallowed hard, knowing that should Marla’s silky smooth tongue in fact lick her sensitive bud, she might faint.
With her nose within inches of Sera’s warm, wet slit, Marla took a deep breath. “Mmm, I like your sexy scent. You like sex, don’t you?” Sera gasped when Marla’s tongue did its thing. Starting at her anus, it languidly glided up her sexual hollow, intruding briefly into her deep recess, then on to her clitoris, circling and teasing it. Sera briefly thought in answer to Marla’s question, I’d like sex with you.
To Sera’s relief, Marla stopped. “I’ll come back to that.” She ran her hands from Sera’s hips upward along her ribs to her breasts. As she rose, her hands surrounded Sera’s breasts. She heard her heart beating rapidly in her ears. As Marla pulled her breast free of her dress and sucked on it, Sera almost passed out from exquisite pleasure.
The sexy dancer rose, dragging her firm breasts across Sera’s breasts, up her chest, and to her face. Marla caused a nipple to move back and forth along the crease of Sera’s lips. When she could no longer resist, her lips parted and Sera accepted the wondrous object—a long, hard woman’s nipple—into her mouth. Sera sucked and nibbled on it. Marla moaned. Sera liked it.
To her surprise, Marla stood. Resting a hand on Sera’s shoulder, she walked behind her. Sera wondered what sexy thing she would do next. She didn’t have to wait long as Marla’s moist lips peppered Sera’s neck with mini kisses and her hands slid across her shoulders, back down to her breasts. She gasped when Marla’s sensual fingers began rolling her nipples in pleasurable circles, sending electric currents to her sensitive, swollen clit.
Marla stood erect and continued her sensual strut until she was back between Sera’s legs. “Now, it’s time for a longer lick.”
Conflicted, she watched as Marla lowered to her knees. Her fingers rested on each side of Sera’s outer folds, while her thumbs splayed her soft inner petals. The dancer’s warm, wet, silky smoothness licked up her valley, terminating with her beautiful red lips wrapping around Sera’s super-sensitive bud.
Sera’s head flung back in reaction to the wild sensations that coursed through her. She basked in the blissful feeling of Marla’s luscious red lips suddenly enfolding, sucking on her swollen nub. “Oh, god,” she groaned and bit down on her lower lip. It was as if she were in a surreal dream. She liked it. She liked everything—too much! This isn’t right!
Not knowing how much more unfulfilled sex she could take, she pushed Marla away and stood. “I’m sorry, you were great. So great, I can’t take anymore.”
Marla looked disappointed as she donned her bikini. “I’m sorry I couldn’t make you come.”
“Marla, you did nothing wrong. I could have easily come if I’d let you continue, but I’m not ready to make the jump of receiving an orgasm from a woman going down on me. When I am, I know exactly who to come and see, all right?”
She smiled and nodded.
“Good, if you follow me back to our table, I’ll give you a tip.”
* * * *
When Marla and Sera arrived at the table, the Amateur Strip contest had begun. After Marc let her in the booth, she pulled a twenty from her purse and handed it to Marla. “Thanks. I see your coke is almost gone. I’ll get you another. More coffee for you, sir?”
Marc nodded.
“And you, sir, another margarita?”
He lifted his empty glass. “Please.”
As Marla walked away, both men asked, “How was it?”
She hoped they couldn’t tell she was trembling from unfulfilled hunger. This night was going to kill her yet. “Intensely erotic.” She nudged Jack. “You ought to give her a try, Mr. Playboy.”
“Thanks, but she’s not my type.”
Despite her better judgment, she asked, “Oh, what’s your type?”
He shook his head. “I’m afraid my type is taken.”
She rolled her eyes, then leaned over and whispered in his ear, “I didn’t think she was my type either but…she put on quite a dance for me. She did things I didn’t think they allowed.”
He smiled and wrapped a friendly arm around her. “The famous Sera Loy probably merits special treatment.”
“Oh, be quiet.”
Sera turned to watch the amateur contestant on the stage. She was blonde, probably five three, well built, but a little chunky. Marla served their drinks, and as she set Jack’s drink down, he lifted up his lap dance ticket. “Sweetheart.” She looked at the ticket, then at him. “I decided to take you up on your offer.”
A bright smile spread across her face. “All right, it’s beautiful people night for Marla tonight. Let’s go, handsome.”
As the blonde contestant gave way to a tall, stately brunette, Sera asked her husband if the exiting contestant had been the first.
After sipping his coffee, he set the cup down. “No, she was the second. The first was a redhead. Pretty, but too many freckles. However, I liked her nipples. Light pink, not much darker than her creamy skin.” Apparently, having second thoughts about his revelation, he smiled. “Your nipples are the absolute best, though.”
She wrapped an arm around his neck and snuggled into him. “Of course.”
The next girl was a too-slender blonde. Pretty face and hair but anorexic.
After her was a busty but overweight African American, then a nice Latina. Beautiful face, good body.
Jack came back and took his seat. Sera leaned over so he could hear her above the noise. “Well, how was she?”
