I felt mesmerized by the music and the way her beautiful body swayed to the beat of the sensual R&B song the DJ played. It felt so voyeuristic, watching this nearly naked girl dance on stage as her athletic body swung around the pole. She was wearing clear high heels like the rest of the dancers and the muscles in her thighs and calves rippled with her every movement. The feelings she gave me as I studied her every movement, was so forbidden, so naughty, that I felt mesmerized by her perfect curves.
Just then, I watched as James motioned over a large security guard, who was standing close to our booth. I noticed earlier that the big man was watching the girls intently, ensuring their safety as they went from table to table working the crowd.
Once the security guard reached our table, James whispered something in his ear and gave the giant man a fifty dollar bill and he quickly disappeared. I didn’t think anything of it and watched the beautiful red headed girl finish her dance.
I felt loose and relaxed. The alcohol had definitely taken the edge off. I scanned the main stage and saw the red-headed girl pick up the dollar bills that the men had thrown near the pole while she was dancing. She then quickly disappeared behind the stage and I lost sight of her.
I snuggled up to James after I had refilled both of our champagne flutes, which emptied the bottle. I reminded myself to take it easy with the tequila now that the champagne was gone. It was too easy to get carried away in this place, the erotic music, the seductive, nearly naked dancers, the alcohol, it was a sensory overload, and like nothing I had ever experienced before.
As I scanned the room, I spotted the pretty red-headed girl and she was flanked by the large security guard that James had whispered something to, and it looked like they were both walking right towards us! Instantly I felt butterflies churn in my stomach, as I put two and two together; James had paid the security guard to bring her over to our table.
As she approached our table I got a chance to look at her up close. She had long flowing red hair styled in loose curls. She had put her tight, black leather mini skirt back on. It was even shorter than my dress, and I knew it couldn’t possibly cover her ass cheeks, but I guess in a place like this, that’s the point. She had also put her purple bikini top back on, that she had removed when she was dancing on the stage. It looked to be just a little too small, as her large breasts poured out of the top and sides, and it looked like the thin purple material was straining to hold them in. She was wearing very high, clear plastic heels, maybe four inches tall I guessed, and the muscles in her thighs and calves rippled as she walked. I noticed that her high heels seemed to hoist her ass and made her gait incredibly erotic. She had a flat stomach and from head to toe, there wasn’t an ounce of fat on this girl. I studied her face, seeing that she had a very light dusting of freckles, which gave her an adolescent appearance, even though I knew she had to be at least eighteen to work as a dancer. She was even more beautiful up close than when she was dancing on the stage.
Once she reached the table, she looked directly into my eyes, “Did someone request a lap dance?” she said, smiling at me.
“I did,” I said, responding in a quick loud voice that shocked me.
James smiled as he slid to the side of the booth, giving her room to operate on me. I noticed the security guard giving James a knowing smile as he returned to his post to keep a lookout over the other dancers.
I opened my legs and pushed the hem of the skirt between them as best I could not wanting to give the men around us a show of my own. Without getting money from James first, she instantly put her knee between my legs as she started to grind up against me. Her polyester bikini top pushed up against my satin dress as our breasts rubbed together through the thin material.
She leaned forward and gently rubbed her cheek against mine which sent shivers through my body. The other two girls who gave me lap dances faced away from me the majority of the time, but this girl was facing me, which made for a much more sensual, erotic experience.
We were cheek to cheek as she ground her body into mine and she began to speak.
“When Clyde told me that a couple in a VIP booth had requested a dance, I was hoping it was you,” she whispered seductively in my ear, in a voice so low I knew James couldn’t hear her.
She was the first dancer out of the three who actually spoke to me. The other two just haphazardly ground on me like they were some type of robot. Her speaking to me and acknowledging my presence made it so much more sensual.
She continued, “I’m Flame, and I saw you watching me as I danced, I hoped I’d get a chance to dance for you.”
I instantly felt embarrassed. Had I watched her so intently that in the crowded room, while she was dancing no less, she noticed me looking at her?
“I’m Melanie,” I said softly, so only she could hear me, “and I love the way you dance,” I said, truthfully.
“You’re so graceful,” I continued, “like a ballerina,” I said honestly.
“Thank you, honey,” she said, as she took my earlobe in her mouth and gently sucked on it.
I gasped, loud enough that I knew James could hear me, making me feel even more embarrassed.
Then I quickly came to my senses.
I had watched these girls work the crowd long enough to know they would probably say whatever it took to separate these guys from their money. Was she just saying nice things to me in an attempt to get more money out of James?
Just then she caught me off guard and softly ground her knee into my pussy as she sucked on my earlobe again. I instantly moaned louder than I intended and I could see her smile. Damn this little minx, I thought. She was getting to me and even worse, she knew it. Who was the prey now I thought? I’m no more immune to this girl’s charms than those guys on the floor near the stage.
Thankfully the song ended and she pulled away from me and I quickly pulled down the hem of my skirt that was riding dangerously high from her knee rubbing against it. If my dress rode any higher up my thigh, they were going to have to stop selling alcohol I thought.
James handed her a twenty for the lap dance and I noticed that a lot of the guys in the crowd were watching our booth, as the lap dance she had given me seemed to be drawing as much attention as the girls who were dancing on the stage.
James must have noticed it too.
“Is there anywhere we can go that’s a bit more private, where my girlfriend can get another dance from you?” James asked her.
“We have private VIP Rooms,” she said seductively, “but it’s $300 an hour.”
Her voice took on a more hesitant tone when she mentioned the price.
“I think that’s reasonable,” James said, smiling at her.
She gave me a pleased look when James agreed to her terms.
We stood up and she instantly took my hand, which I had to admit surprised me a bit.
Every eye in the room felt like it was on us, as she led us up a small flight of stairs which opened into a small hallway with a large security guard who looked as if he was standing guard at the entrance.
Flame looked at James, “You have to pay him first,” she said.
James reached into his pocket and pulled out a large money clip. He peeled $300 out of the clip and handed it to the burly man who counted it.
“Thank you, Sir,” he said in a deep voice, “please follow me.”
Flame squeezed my hand as we walked behind the large man. The hallway had ten rooms and each room had an intricately decorated drape that took the place of the door and could be pulled closed for privacy. Even though the drape made it impossible to see in, I could hear soft music coming from the other rooms. It’s for security I thought, if a girl got into trouble in the room, the security guard would hear her and be in there in an instant. I’m glad this place did a good job keeping these girls safe I thought.
The security guard held the drape open for us and we walked into the room, followed by the blonde cocktail server from earlier, with our bottle of Patron, fresh shot glasses, and our bottles of water that we hadn’t even opened yet. It surprised me because it was as if she appeared out of thin air.
“Can I get you anything else?” the waitress purred sweetly, as she looked at James.
James looked at Flame and said, “Would you care for something to drink?”
She smiled at James and said, “I’d love a bottle of water, thank you.”
James nodded at the big breasted blonde and she scurried away to fetch the water.
The room wasn’t that large, but big enough for us to move around comfortably. It had a booth, a large chair, and a table for drinks. James sat down in the large chair as it provided a perfect view of the booth.
I let go of Flame’s hand and walked over to James and gave him a hard, passionate kiss. He hadn’t done very much since we got to the club besides watch me, as I watched the girls dance, and I didn’t want him to get bored or think that I had forgotten about him.
Just as I broke the kiss with James, Flame took my hand and playfully pulled me towards the booth. As soon as I was sitting down, she started dancing seductively in front of me and it was as if I had tuned the whole world out and it was just me and her. I watched, mesmerized by her movements, as her body swayed wantonly to the beat. As she danced towards me, I opened my legs so she could move in between them.
As her body swayed back and forth, she straddled my thigh and started to grind on it. I could feel the heat from her vagina radiating through her little G-String and it drove me crazy with lust. I could feel the moisture on the lips of my vagina and without a thong to catch it, I knew the inside of my thighs were becoming wet. This girl was really getting to me.
I had watched the guys on the floor all night as they had gotten lap dances and they all kept their hands to their sides, so I assumed this was some rule, spoken or unspoken, within the club. I remembered laughing several times as a couple of the guys almost unconsciously lifted their hands as they yearned for just one small touch, but then caught themselves and pulled their hands back down, lest they incur the wrath of the security guard who kept a watchful eye over the girls. It seemed funny at the time, but now that I was the one being teased mercilessly by this beautiful girl, I didn’t find it quite as humorous.
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