She left the club before I could set up another dance with her. I could tell my presence unnerved her when she was on stage, but I had no idea why. I hadn’t been able to get her out of my head all week. I craved more of her, which is why I drove a ridiculous distance to a strip club in a little college town instead of staying in Croftridge where there was a party at the clubhouse and guaranteed pussy.
I left The Booby Trap frustrated and pissed as hell. When I got back to the clubhouse, I was still pissed. Not in the mood for company or anyone’s shit, I grabbed a bottle of whiskey and went straight to my room, alone. At some point before the bottom of the bottle, I decided that I would go back to see her, but I would have a plan so she couldn’t get away before I’d had my time with her.
When I entered The Booby Trap, the first thing I did was find the manager. Lucky for me, he remembered me. I told him I wanted another private dance with Pherra and was willing to pay the same price as before. He informed me that she had another performance on stage before she would be free, if she agreed to the private dance. I knew she would. I had a feeling she enjoyed our time together as much as I did, which is why she did everything she could to avoid me the night before. Still, it would be foolish of her to turn down two grand for 30 minutes of her time.
I was almost giddy when the manager, I now knew as Scott, led me to the back hallway. “You remember the rules from before?” I nodded. “Good. She’ll be in in a few minutes.”
I sat in the same place as before and waited for her while my mind ran in overdrive. What would she wear? Would she speak to me? Would she let me touch her? Put my mouth on her? Would it end like last time? I was practically salivating when the door creaked open.
She waltzed in wearing a slutty schoolgirl outfit, complete with pigtails. I rubbed my hand over my crotch and groaned. I couldn’t touch her unless she let me and I wanted nothing more than to bend her over my knees and turn her ass red until my palm hurt. She was pushing all of my buttons and she didn’t even know it.
She turned on the music and started dancing, stripping off her top as she made her way to me. When she climbed into my lap, I was on edge. My hands were balled into fists at my side, every muscle in my body tensed. I was ready to push her off of me and leave before I did anything that wasn’t welcome. Then, she laid her hands on my cheeks and stared into my eyes. Everything else disappeared and my body relaxed. She smiled and leaned forward, capturing the tip of my ear with her hot little mouth. She whispered, ever so softly, “Touch me.”
No need to ask me twice. My hands came up and landed on her waist. She nodded her head in encouragement. I slid my palms up her torso and cupped her full mounds in my hands. That’s when she started moving to the music again. I groaned. “You’re a naughty little minx.” She winked and continued her ministrations. “I want your tits in my mouth, baby. You gonna give that to me?”
She slid her hand up the back of my neck and wove her fingers through my hair. Using her hand, she guided my head to her chest. I greedily latched onto her nipple and sucked hard before gently biting at it with my teeth. She moaned and writhed in my lap. Oh yeah, she liked that. I played with one for a few minutes before giving the other one the same attention.
I was so caught up with her tantalizing tits that I lost all track of time. I had no idea how much time I had left with her, and I was going to be damn sure I made her come before the dance was over. I let her nipple go with a pop and brought my mouth to her neck. I didn’t kiss or suck on her neck, just let my lips rest against her skin while I breathed her in. With my hands firmly gripping her waist, I guided the rhythm of her hips so she could get what she needed.
Both of her hands landed on my head, clutching fists full of my hair. She yanked my head back, dropped her forehead to mine, and stared into my eyes while she came and little gasps escaped her parted lips. It was by far the most erotic thing I had ever witnessed. While I watched in awe, she rode out her pleasure.
I was still admiring her when she put her lips on my ear again. She ran her hand down my chest to the bulge in my jeans, rubbing me through my pants. I intended to stop her, to tell her that this wasn’t about getting me off, but it felt so damn good I wanted to enjoy it for a few more seconds before I stopped her.
I don’t know how she did it, but before I knew what was happening, she had my cock covered with a condom and sucked into her mouth. All. The. Fucking. Way. “Oh fuck,” I groaned, leaning forward. “You don’t have to,” I gritted out. But I fucking wanted her to. Damn, her mouth felt good around my cock, even with it sheathed. And she didn’t even bat an eyelash at my piercings.
I reached for her head and tried to ease her off of me gently. She subtly shook her head and moaned. The vibration had my balls ready to explode. She continued devouring my cock with her mind-blowing skills. “Baby, I’m gonna come,” I warned. She kept going. I reached for her again, but she shook her head. “Last chance before I fuck that pretty throat of yours.” She took me to the back of her throat and fucking swallowed my dick. That was it. Not even one thrust of my hips before I unloaded into the condom with a force that caused me to wonder if the tip was still intact.
When I recovered from the explosion, she was still on her knees, gently cleaning me. I cupped her cheek and tilted her head so she could look at me. “You didn’t have to,” I whispered.
“I know,” she whispered back, her lips curved into a soft smile while a faint blush stained her cheeks. “I wanted to.” She rose to her feet, kissed me on the cheek, and started gathering her clothes.
“Pherra,” a voice called through the door. “Time!”
“I’ll be right out, Scott.” Her voice was soft and melodic, something I wanted to hear much more of. She turned back and glanced at my pants; I assumed to make sure I was back to rights. “Goodnight, Boe.”
What did she call me? Before I could ask, she was gone.
***
I continued going to The Booby Trap once a week for several months. After the second private dance, she started charging me the standard fee; otherwise, I wouldn’t have been able to keep coming back even if I wanted to.
After a few weeks, being the greedy man that I was, I started scheduling her for two back to back private dances each week. Even that wasn’t enough for me. I wanted more from her; I just wasn’t exactly sure what more meant.
Each week, we went through much the same routine. She danced for me, got me off, I got her off, and then we did it again. We barely spoke. Most of the words we exchanged were whispered in the heat of the moment with her mouth at my ear or my lips pressed against her skin. I wondered if conversation was the more I was looking for. What would it be like to enjoy her mind for the allotted time instead of just her body? I wanted to know more about her, but I was afraid it would shatter the fantasy world I had been living in.
I couldn’t explain it, but she did something to me. When I was with her, the rage that was always churning inside of me, ever so close to the surface, seemed to disappear. Her presence calmed me, but her touch quieted me. Every time she put me under her spell, I relished in it.
I didn’t see it coming, so I wasn’t prepared for the blow. I walked into The Booby Trap on a Friday night, anxious to see Pherra. I ordered a beer at the bar like I always did before grabbing a table. While I was at the bar, Scott appeared and slowly approached me with a grimace on his face. I studied him as he made his way to the end where I was standing, and I got the feeling I wasn’t going to like whatever he had to say. Maintaining my mask of indifference, I lifted my chin. “What’s up?”
He looked down at the bar and, with just a few words, shoved me back into a sea of rage. “Pherra doesn’t work here anymore.”
“What?” I croaked, trying to rein in my emotions.
“She graduated from college and gave her notice as soon as she found a job in her field.” He reached into his pocket and slid a piece of paper across the bar to me. “She asked me to give this to you. Normally, we don’t do things like this, but for her to ask,” he paused and tapped the bar twice. “Well, you’ve been a good customer. It was the least I could do.”
I continued to stare down at the folded paper long after Scott disappeared into the club. Ultimately, I took it with me, but I never bothered to open it and read her last message to me.
On the ride back to Croftridge, I realized I needed to let her go. I had formed some sort of unhealthy attachment to her. My anger hadn’t calmed because she was something special. Hell, I hadn’t even fucked the girl. She just caused one hell of a distraction. Shaking my head, I focused on the road and the wind, determined to put all thoughts of Pherra out of my mind.