KIM
The pounding rhythmic music could be heard outside the entrance when I brought my convertible to a stop at Rio's, a notorious Hollywood club. A shirtless muscle bound valet in a white tuxedo swiftly helped me out and had parked my car by the time my name was ticked off the guest list and I was admitted. This was a girl's-night-out with my new colleagues -- an inauguration as such.
If you have any inhibitions, think twice about walking through this door, the sign said. The chances are "Chippendales" will stray far beyond any preconceived notions you may have about adult shows.
I met the girls at the bar and was pleased to see Hailey, the petite HR manager, evaluating me. I felt my groin tighten at the recollection of our first meeting earlier that week. I could not recall what had turned me onto her. Was it her erotic musk smell or her tongue she flicked over her lips when she first noticed my erect nipples?
Soon we were directed to the best table in the house. Hailey sat at the opposite end of the table and I caught her gaze buried deep in my bronzed and oiled cleavage. I took advantage and lent forward, emphasizing the swing and size of my boobs. I knew they looked particularly alluring in my Marilyn Monroe style halter neck dress wear. For added effect I absent mindedly cupped and caressed one breast while placing my order with the waiter.
***
The volume of the hypnotic hip grinding music turned up and a while later the first Chippendale appeared, soon followed by another. The women in the audience were screaming for more when the music dramatically changed to Grace Jones' Slave to the Rhythm.
The spotlight fell on the Adonis-like image of a tall, well defined man, revealing a glistening body, under a zipped PVC bomber jacket and skin-tight PVC trousers. He stood with his legs apart, his head titled down and covered with a cowboy hat, his hips keeping beat with the rhythmic music. At the crescendo threw his hat across the stage and lifted his face to a gasping audience. He spread his hands around his handsome, rugged features, framing his face. I found myself mesmerized.
"This guy's gonna be good," someone yelled.
He moved seductively and slowly, every movement deliberate, and teasing. He slowly and seductively unzipped his jacket, exposing one bronzed pec at a time, intensifying the screams; and was soon followed by his ornate belt, helped off with a few well places pelvic thrusts.
We made eye contact and he smiled. I did not respond as I felt sure his smile was directed elsewhere. He moved a little closer, looked directly at me and smiled again. I did not know how to react so did nothing. A few beats later he fell to his knees on the stage directly in front of me, his PVC trouser pulling taught, emphasizing his arousal. His hands played over his bulge and moved up over his bronzed abs and further, caressing his perspiring distinctive muscles. He moved his hips in time with the music, thrusting his pelvis towards me with each beat. He rolled onto his stomach and leopard crawled closer, snarling. He stopped within a few inches of my face. The music slowed and he put a hand to his mouth, seductively licking his fingers. He lent forward and put his fingers to my lips, which I instinctively parted, allowing him to play with my tongue. His body heat was intoxicating. I closed my eyes, enjoying the moment. His breathing became laboured. His arousal was evident -- I felt my nipples harden.
"Not yet baby girl," he whispered hoarsely. "I'm coming for you later. Don't leave without me."
The music picked up tempo and he rolled away. He stood slowly, his back to the screaming audience, allowing them to fully appreciate his well formed body visible through the clear plastic which made up the entire rear of his trousers. He moved his hips to the pulsating, near orgasmic sound and reached out for the pole in the centre of the stage, he swung one leg around, simultaneously ripping off his trousers, exposing a very proud manhood hiding behind an obviously inadequate g-string.
The previously loud audience now reached a new crescendo of hysteria. One woman fainted and another attempted to get up on the stage. A few thrusts later, brought the music to an abrupt end and left the stage in darkness, leaving the captive audience baying for more.
"For a show that purports to cater to every woman's fantasy these boys certainly don't leave much to the imagination," an obvious statement I wish I hadn't made.
"Zena, that guy was just so into you," Hailey shouted across at me, trying to make herself audible above the howling spectators. "I swear, he will be coming back for you."
I pulled a face and shrugged, "Doubt that. It's all part of the show."
A moment later the music started up again and this time the spotlight fell on an obscenely muscled fireman. He clearly had a huge following in the audience as they began screaming the moment his first boot came off.
Two more strippers appeared and left. I found myself comparing them to 'my Adonis' and smiled inwardly at my foolishness. As the third stripper started gyrating I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned and looked up into the face of the most handsome man I'd ever seen and instantly fell in lust.
"Thank you for waiting for me," he purred.
"You clean up pretty good," I squeaked.
He leant closer and whispered in my ear, "Let's get out of here baby girl. There's a quiet little Italian place around the corner. I've got an hour, then I'm back on stage."
I grabbed my bag and left my gaping colleagues with a wink.
We ordered a bottle of red wine and found out about each other. His name was Kim; he was five years younger than me and was a final year law student at UCLA. This is how he paid his school fees, he claimed. We sat close and spoke about our childhood and what we wanted to be when we truly grew up. He spoke about his family in San Francisco and when I started speaking of mine in England he lent forward and ran his index finger over my lips.
"Wine tastes better this way…" he dipped his finger in his glass and again ran his finger over my mouth. "When I saw your composed, disinterested gaze… I just knew."
He moved closer and enveloped me in his huge arms. He cradled the back of my head in his hand and lent down, kissing me from the base of my neck to my chin. He pulled back, looking down at me and whispered, "You do of course know, you are the one I've been waiting for."
We kissed for what seemed an eternity. I felt my body melt into his as he groaned with desire. "What are you doing with the rest of your life?" he enquired. "… other than being right by my side." I found his statement absurd and told him so.
"I'll tell you what I don't want right now," I said, "… and that is a man."
He groaned, his head submerge in my cleavage. "Are you looking for a pussy then?"
"Depends on the pussy and the packaging," I smiled, somewhat bemused that he knew the game.
He fondled my boobs and skilfully extracted both my DD's from my halter top. His tongue twirled around my already erect nipples, his thumbs teased them further still.
"I think you're lying to me… look at these glorious tits. How can you deprive a man of such womanhood?"
"I don't," I groaned, "I share them with girls and boys alike."
He cupped my tits and squeezed my nipples. "Let's go see if you want to play with this boy tonight."
***
He pushed me against the toilet stall door and dropped to his knees, kissing my inner thighs all the way to my mound. He moaned when he discovered my crotchless panties and lifted me effortlessly, putting me down next to the basin. I instinctively drew up my legs and let him see what pleasures I offered. I moistened a finger and ran it up and down my slit, which opened my delights still further. I lent back and closed my eyes, feeling the first spasm of orgasm overcome me.
"Is this what you want," I groaned as warmth oozed from within me. "Or is this more to your liking," I asked, using both hands to expose the joys that lay within my shaved pussy.
He approached but I pushed him away with one leg and watched his arousal twitch. I loved this game and teased him a little more by tracing the outline of my clit.
"Let me see into you," he growled. I obliged and again used both hands to open my slit. "This is the tightest pussy you'll ever find," I smiled. I was in command and knew how to play the game.
His finger probed my slit and instantly found a spot that brought me immediate gratification. My pleasures oozed between his fingers. "Now I want your tongue," I demanded.
As his head disappeared between my legs his beeper sounded and he immediately jumped up. "I'm on in 5 minutes!" he stated.
"I'll stay here and finish the wine," I smiled
"Promise me you'll be here when I get back, baby girl." We kissed again and I waved him off.
I reflected on the happenings that evening and wondered when last I'd been so totally swept off my feet by a man. I barely knew him for five minutes and had already experienced multiple orgasms. I lent back against the bathroom mirror and drained my glass.
Well, I thought, I can always have some fun on my own. I dipped my finger in the dregs of his wineglass and manipulated my arousal. With my knees drawn up and my pussy exposed I somehow felt liberated.
***
A moment later the bathroom door swung open and Hailey stood in the doorway.
"I've been watching you. You know I want you," she said, slowly sauntering towards me. "I've been thinking about your tits for days. They really are amazing."
She now stood directly in front of me, resting her hands on my knees and spreading my legs even wider.
"And a tight pink pussy like that deserves what's coming."
"Did Kim send you to keep me warm?" I asked nonchalantly.
Hailey did not answer as she was transfixed by my oozing wetness. She put one hand under my heavy boob, lifting it and bringing her mouth down to the nipple, biting hard. I arched my back in a sudden spasm.
"Oh, you like that," she said.
She knelt between my legs, opening me with both her hands. Then, satisfied that I was fully exposed, she probed me with her long hot tongue.
The room began spinning; I could hear my heart beat rising. She teased me with her tongue whilst her fingers found hidden crevices, bring me to another shuddering climax.
She toyed with me - and made a show of tipping the last remaining wine out of the bottle down into my slit and then drank from me as I flexed my pussy muscles, expelling the liquid.
Her tongue was in my crack, up my anus and her fingers on my clit. I began moaning in ecstasy. She pulled my hips closer to her face, her tongue now back inside my slit, finding further undiscovered zones. I shuddered in a frenzy of orgasms, over and over again.
She stood up and smiled down at me. Her finger now manipulating what her tongue had just been doing and she again brought me to the brink of ecstasy. "We've got so save some of this glorious pussy for the other girls," she smiled down at me, "they all want a peace of you."
She stood back and surveyed me half propped up against the counter. My dress hitched up around my waist, my long bronzed legs spread, exposing a swollen and glistening pussy. I caressed myself and moaned in denial of the pleasures she had given me.
"Let's go back to my place", Hailey said. The other girls are waiting to pleasure you further still.
I smiled and purred as her tongue found its way around my mouth. "This is what you call a close working relationship."
The End
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