This particular one was the anniversary of my family’s death, and I wanted to be alone. I just needed to get away from everything, and there wasn’t any pressing club business to prevent me from riding out to clear my head. I usually spent the day with Reese and Grandma, but this was the first one since Grandma died and Reese said she wanted to spend it alone. I was hesitant to leave her, but she said she was probably going to stay in bed all day. So, when she was still in bed at lunchtime, I made sure she was okay; then, I got on my bike and rode.
I don’t know how I ended up there. I was on my way back to Croftridge when the flashing sign on the side of the highway caught my eye, The Booby Trap. I chuckled to myself and decided to pull in for a drink. I’d been to my fair share of strip clubs over the years, and I suspected this one was no different than the others. I was wrong. Very, very wrong. This one was different, because it hadher.
I had been sitting at a table for a half an hour or so, trying to decide if I was going to leave or order another beer when the next song that played made the decision for me. It was possibly the ultimate strip club cliché. I finished my beer and moved to stand as Get Low reverberated through the room. And there she was, center-stage, looking directly at me.
Immediately, I dropped my ass back into the chair and took in the magnificent creature dancing before me. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. She was breathtakingly beautiful, and she had an air of innocence about her. I wouldn’t have thought that possible for a stripper, but there she was proving me wrong.
Her long auburn hair nearly touched the floor when she hung upside down from the pole. Her lightly tanned skin appeared to be flawless from what I could see, and I could see most of it. To my utter delight, her delectable tits seemed to be real. They bounced and jiggled while she danced, damn near lulling me into a trance better than any qualified hypnotist ever could.
I snapped out of my stupor when she finished her performance and quickly made a beeline for the stage to tip her—something I never did. I felt like a jackass. My hands were a little sweaty, and they most definitely were not shaking. I couldn’t figure out what was wrong with me. I had never reacted this way to a female before.
When she stopped in front of me, I reached out and placed my hand on her waist. Her skin was soft and silky. I had to fight the urge to run my palm over her curves. With my other hand, I slowly slipped the bill in the very front of her G-string, dipping my fingers a tad lower than necessary. My fingertips met more smooth, silky skin and my cock twitched when I heard her soft gasp. I looked up as I pulled my hand back to see her plump lips forming a perfect ‘O’ and her dark blue, lust filled eyes staring down at me. I winked before turning and walking back to my table.
After finishing another beer, I made my way to the bar. I caught one of the girls working the floor and told her I wanted a private dance with the girl that was just on stage. She tried to get me to choose her for the dance instead, but I wasn’t having it. I wanted the beauty from the stage, and no one else would do. She finally got the point and told me to wait at the bar.
A man in a suit came through the door I assumed led to the back and approached me. He informed me that the girl went by the name of Pherra and she did not perform lap dances or private dances, she only danced on stage. That explained how she managed to be part sex goddess and part innocent angel. He offered me a discount on a private dance from one of the other girls. I didn’t want that. I wanted Pherra, and I was going to have her.
“One thousand dollars,” I offered.
His eyes widened. “For a private dance?”
“With Pherra. One thousand for a private dance with Pherra,” I stated.
He sucked in a sharp breath and looked extremely uncomfortable. “I’m sorry, sir. Pherra doesn’t do private dances. That was her choice, and I fully support it.”
That was good to know, but it didn’t help me out with my situation at all. “Two thousand. Go ask her,” I barked.
He reluctantly turned and disappeared through the door. What the hell was I doing? I was about to drop two thousand dollars to have some bitch grind all over me and maybe finish me off with a sloppy blow job if I was lucky.
It was the date. It had to be. It was fucking with my head and causing me to act irrationally. I was just about to turn and leave when the man returned.
“Follow me.”
“She agreed?” I asked, hating the disbelief in my voice.
“She did. I feel the need to reiterate that this is not the norm for her; therefore, I will cover the rules with you myself. There is to be no contact other than what is initiated by her. You keep your hands by your sides and enjoy the entertainment you paid for. There are no ‘carte blanche’ services offered. Our rooms are monitored with a live audio feed. All she has to do is say one word and the dance is over, regardless of how much time you may have left. If she utters her safe word, a bouncer will escort you from the premises, and you will be permanently banned from the club. Any questions?”
“Nope,” I said as he opened the door to a room in the back of the club. He closed the door, and I took a seat on the red leather sofa along the back wall. Thankfully, she didn’t make me wait long. She came into the room, and my jaw dropped.
She was wearing a black leather bikini top, covered by a black leather vest, similar to a cut. On her lower half, she had on a very short black leather skirt. My eyes continued their descent down her body to land on black spiked heels that were the very definition of fuck me heels. I wasn’t wearing my cut, so this had to be a damn lucky coincidence. Either way, she had my cock rock hard and ready to enjoy every second I had with her.
She reached out and pressed a button that turned on some music. Never saying a word, she stalked toward me and began to dance. She took her time and made it worth every penny. When she was down to just her G-string and shoes, I told her to put the leather vest back on. She looked a little confused, but did as I asked before climbing in my lap.
Her bare tits peeking out from behind that leather vest while she ground her warm pussy over my straining cock was almost too much for me to tolerate. Forcing my hands to stay at my sides was taking too much of my attention away from her. Man, she was gorgeous. Her hair, her eyes, her body, her scent, just everything about her was mesmerizing to me. I still hadn’t heard her speak and she had me completely captivated.
When the next song started, she reeled me in even more. One of her hands slid down my arm and grasped my wrist. She slowly lifted my hand to her cheek for a brief moment before she slid my palm down her neck, over her collarbone, beneath the leather vest, and stopped when it was cupping her perfect tit. She did the same with my other hand, a little faster that time. Then, she started grinding against me like she was on a mission.
I sat there like a complete wanker with my hands on her tits, not moving them in any way. I didn’t want to break any rules and risk not being able to see her again. She looked down at my hands, looked back at my face, and nodded. I tentatively squeezed one gently. Her lips parted slightly, and she nodded again. Assuming that was her permission, I started playing with her luscious offerings in earnest.
We weren’t even having sex and I was in Heaven. I wanted to put my mouth on her so badly, but she hadn’t indicated to me that I could. I hated not being in control. Hated. It. I was always in control, especially when I fucked bitches, but there I was, letting this girl call the shots.
A soft moan brought my attention back to the girl in my lap. She started moving a little faster, and a beautiful flush was making its way down her chest. Holy shit! She was about to come. I slid one hand to her hip and helped guide her movements. She moaned again, just barely a hint of sound leaving her lips. Then, she locked eyes with me, gasped, and started to come. It was as if lightning struck me, or maybe both of us. She kept her eyes locked on mine while she rode out her pleasure and simultaneously had me coming in my fucking pants like a pubescent boy.
We sat there in the same position, her in my lap, one hand on her hip, one hand still on her tit, while we caught our breath and came back to reality. She slowly climbed off my lap and took a step back. She smiled sweetly and brushed her lips against my cheek in the barest of touches. Before I could say a word or even respond in any way, she was gone. I wasn’t worried about that though. I knew I would be back.
CHAPTER TWO
Harper