I watched as she reached to her side and unzipped the leather mini skirt, which fell down her thighs onto the floor. Then, she reached behind her back and untied her bikini top so that her large breasts fell out of the cups. They looked even more magnificent close-up, as they gently swayed back and forth in time with the music. She had such beautiful pale skin that was such an amazing contrast to her stunning pink areolas and nipples.
Interestingly, I remembered my freshmen year when it was my friend Samantha’s birthday and we decided to take her to a comedy club on the strip. I remembered the funniest part of one of the comedian’s set was how he said that strip clubs were a form of torture. I remember him saying that when he went to a strip club he wasn’t allowed to touch the girls, and he wasn’t allowed to touch himself, and that strip clubs should be used to torment captured terrorists.
That’s exactly how I felt with Flame because I thought I would need to sit on my hands since that would be the only way I was going to be able to control them and not reach out and touch her. She was masterful at the art of the tease and I was starting to get an inkling of how frustrating it was to have perfection so close, yet for all intents and purposes, unattainable.
She leaned in and I felt her nipples rub against the satin material of my dress and then the soft pink nubs touch the uncovered skin between my breasts as she teased me. She knew how to use every inch of her body, and I had honestly never seen anything like it, not even in the dance clubs. She leaned in further and took my earlobe in her mouth, gently sucked on it, then seductively pulled it back. Just as she was leaning back, I inadvertently turned my head until our lips momentarily brushed, stunning her as we kissed for a brief microsecond.
When she realized what had happened, I could see the lust instantly fill her eyes and she leaned in and we kissed harder as our tongues began to explore each other’s mouths. Just as we started to get really into the erotic embrace, the song ended and she pulled away from me, breaking our kiss.
I could see in her eyes that our kiss, while not unwelcome, startled her. She had momentarily lost control and the end of the song had brought her back to reality, as it seemed she had got lost in the passion of our spontaneous moment. I could only guess that maybe she thought she had let the lap dance get away from her?
Another song began to play and she purposefully moved towards me as our eyes met. Once she was in front of me she slid a leg on each side of me and lowered herself onto my lap. She moved her body slowly, grinding herself on my thigh, her breasts inches from my face. She then lowered herself until our lips met again in another passionate kiss, initiated by her this time. Our tongues explored each other’s mouths, our desire for each other building, as we heatedly kissed. Finally, we broke the kiss, she raised herself up until her large breasts were level with my face, and then she leaned forward and fed her pink nipple into my mouth. I heard a moan escape her lips as I sucked hungrily on the pink nub. She pulled back again and I let her nipple pop out of my mouth. She leaned in again, our lips met in another hard, lustful kiss. We made out for a few more minutes until the song ended then she sat beside me and took my hand in hers, and we smiled at each other.
I noticed that James had got up out of his seat and walked towards us with two bottles of water. He had opened his, so apparently the blonde cocktail server had brought us another bottle of water and left without me noticing. I glanced at my watch and noticed that our hour with Flame was almost up.
She had worked me up so much, I just wanted to get back to the hotel room and take all of this sexual frustration out on James, I had been teased so much by this girl, I just wanted release.
After James handed us the water, he slid the big chair up to the booth until he was sitting a couple of feet in front of us.
He smiled at both of us.
“You two look amazing together, and I hope that you enjoyed dancing for Melanie.”
Flame smiled at me.
“I don’t get to dance for women very often, and I really enjoyed our time together, you’ve both made this evening very exciting for me,” she said, blushing slightly.
James looked at her and smiled confidently.
“Speaking of that, neither Melanie nor I want our evening together to end quite yet. Would you consider joining us in our suite at the Bellagio and spending the night with us?”
My jaw dropped open, as suddenly, James’ plan became clear. We weren’t here to watch girls dance, or for him to watch me get lap dances, we were here to find a girl to take back to our room for a threesome. Instantly, my mind began spinning. Did I want him with another woman? Would I get jealous seeing him have sex with someone else?
Then a more horrifying thought entered my mind… Oh my God… Gianna. Would that be cheating on her? Do I tell her? What would I tell her?
I heard Flame start to speak which broke me out of my deep reflection.
“Would I be spending the night with Melanie, or with both of you?”
I turned and looked into her eyes, almost surprised that she was considering this. But clearly, she was.
“Both of us,” James said, looking intently into her eyes.
She thought for a moment.
“For both of you, I’d need $2500,” she said, looking coldly into James’ eyes.
I was trying to hide the shocked expression that I knew had to be on my face. The innocent looking redhead with the cute, adolescent curls was gone, and a cold calculating business woman had materialized out of nowhere.
“I was thinking more like $1500,” James said casually.
She smiled at him.
“It looks like the magic number is two grand then,” she deadpanned back.
James smiled, “Done.”
She gently took my arm and turned it so she could see my watch.
“My shift ends in a half hour, you can pick me up at the back of the building. What will you be driving?”
“A black limousine.”
“I should have guessed,” she said looking at James.
She then looked at me, leaned in and kissed me softly, then whispered into my ear.
“Don’t look so shocked, I wanted to get between your legs from the moment I saw you.”
She leaned back, kissed me hard again and stood up. James and I watched her put her bikini top and black leather mini skirt back on, then she turned to look at us.
“See you both in thirty,” she said smiling, as she moved the drape to the side and walked out of the room.
I watched in stunned silence as she exited. I didn’t even know how to begin to process what James had just done. Of course, I wanted her, but, I wasn’t sure I wanted to share him with anyone.
I thought for a few seconds and realized that in our newly defined relationship, I knew I would not be given a say when it came to whom James had sex with, and the realization started to slowly sink in that maybe I wasn’t enough for him.
I started to feel miserable that somehow, I must not be giving James what he needed to be happy if he had to pay another woman to share our bed.
What else could I give him? I let him have sex with me anyway he wanted, I let him spank me, I gave him my body and as much as I tried to deny it, he also had my heart. I felt a tear come to my eye that I couldn’t hide from him.
Then I thought of Gianna, and I quickly pushed her out of my mind. I’d have to deal with the repercussions of what James wanted from me and how it would affect her, another time. It was just too much to deal with now, in this moment.
I looked over and saw that James was studying my face, and his expression turned to shock when he saw the tears in my eyes.
“Melanie, what’s wrong? You’re crying.”
“I-I, I don’t know James.”
I hated lying to him, but how could I possibly tell him the truth?
I was trying to internally deal with the myriad of emotions I was feeling, and not wanting him to know the turmoil I was feeling inside. I also didn’t want to him to know I was falling for him. Surely he at least suspected it, though, right?
“You were all over her a minute ago, what the hell is the problem?” he said in an irritated, angry voice.
I started to feel anger as my temper start to flare up, but quickly, I got it under control. I took a few deep breaths and tried to remind myself that he didn’t feel the same way for me that I felt for him.
It troubled me that he could take my emotions from happy to melancholy, to livid in a matter of a minute, and what’s worse; he didn’t even realize what he was doing. I had given him so much control over my life when we were together, and those comments, like the one he made a second ago, cut me to the bone.
“I can tell by the look on your face that something is wrong, and we need to talk about it.”
I took a deep breath and I tried to choose my words carefully, I didn’t want to upset him.
“At first, it shocked me that you wanted her to spend the night with us. Then it shocked me that you wanted to be with her too,” I said, looking down, embarrassed at my admission.
“Look at me,” he said softly.
I looked into his eyes.
“You’re jealous?” he asked, giving me an incredulous look like it was inconceivable how that emotion could have found its way into my head.
I looked down, feeling deeply embarrassed. I hated it when he made me feel like a child, but how could it be wrong to feel these emotions that he stirred up in me.
“I-I, I wanted to be enough for you,” I said, looking down again. “If you need her too, then obviously I’m not, and you need more than just me to be happy.”
He smiled at me softly and took my hand.
“Melanie, why do you think I need twelve hours of sleep when we are together?”
I looked up at him and tried to smile.
“You’re more than enough, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want to watch you have sex with a beautiful woman, or join you with her. I’m going to experience everything this town has to offer, and I’m going to do it with you at my side.”
I looked at him and softly said, “You bring out such strong emotions in me James and I try so hard to keep them under control. I didn’t mean to act jealous, or be possessive of you, but I…..”
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