Chapter 20
Just after midnight Tina and I stumbled through our door laughing wildly. "Oh God, your friends are so much fun." She turned to me and smiled. "I can see why you like them."
We collapsed onto the couch. We didn't stay out too late or party too hard as Javier and Ollie had overnight duty the next morning, but we did have some drinks and were feeling no pain. I reached down and pulled Tina's legs over my lap. She leaned back, stretching over the arm of the sofa with a groan.
I lifted each foot and unbuckled her wedge heels. She smiled at me. "Thanks for dancing with me. It's been ages since I've been to a place with a dance floor." I smiled back. "You're very welcome. You're a great dancer."
Her eyes hardened a bit, "Well your mother and I took lessons as girls and I'm sure she mentioned that I did it "professionally" for a little while." She put her fingers up in air quotes. I chuckled as I ran my hands over her shapely legs. "Yeah, she might have mentioned it. A time or three." Tina laughed. "Or four, or five?" We both laughed and then she fell silent. "That's how I met Andre."
I nodded. "I've been wondering what you saw in that slug." She shrugged. "It's complicated. But the short version is that he found me at a very vulnerable time, and he paid attention to me. The owner of the gentleman's club introduced us, and we sort of hit it off. You didn't see him at his best tonight. He can be very charming."
"I bet you were a terrific dancer," I said with a charming smile of my own.
Tina smiled and pulled her skirt up to show off her beautiful thighs. "I was a fucking awesome stripper. I was rolling in cash." It was too good to pass up, I had to find out more. "Did you enjoy it?"
I watched her eyes get unfocused as she thought back with a weird expression. "Yeah, I did. The idea of sending those horny boys home to ravish their wives and girlfriends, in a good way I mean, that was pretty fucking sexy."
Her inflection at the end made me expect more. "But?" She sighed and her eyes focused on mine. "But I wanted more for me. I still fantasize about it," she said with a sly smile.
"Really? Tell me about it." I asked.
She sat up and then spun, throwing a leg over mine, and kneeling over me. "Well, in my fantasy strip club, I can be as dirty as I want to be. Do anything I want to myself on the stage. And the men in the audience? Some of them can touch me. But just in the way that I want them to."
I cupped my hands around her ass and looked up into her eyes. "Dance for me." Her eyes got wide. "God, I thought you'd never ask," she laughed. "But to do this, I'm gonna have to dip back into that box of stuff you asked me to get rid of."
I sighed and shrugged. "Listen, I was just trying to say something, you know, dominant and possessive, when I told you to throw your old stuff away. To impress you. You don't have to get rid of anything."
She put her hands on my face and kissed me. "Well, you succeeded. It was very bold. I'm going to get changed. You need to do three things."
I grinned. "Anything." She stood and headed for our bedroom. "I need one of the dining room chairs, some good stripping music, and you naked on that couch."
"Done!"
Fifteen minutes later I sat impatiently on the couch having done my part. I heard her at the bedroom doorway. Her face poked around the doorframe and smiled widely. "Hit it!" she said happily.
I tapped PLAY on my streaming app and the opening licks of Angus' guitar kicked off AC-DC's, You Shook Me All Night Long, through the Bluetooth speakers. I turned it up a bit and watched Tina step out into the doorway. She struck a pose with a cocked hip with both of her hands high up on the doorframe. She was dressed in a blue micro skirt and my blue dress uniform shirt that she had peeled me out of last night. It was open at the top and tied under her breasts, with my hardware still pinned to it. She wore a pair of four-inch strap stiletto heels and a smile that made my cock hard all by itself. I clapped loudly and whistled.
When the drums kicked in, she strutted across the floor in time with the beat. She had a small towel in her hand, and as she reached the chair in front of me, did this twirl with her head throwback and slid into the seat, looking at me hungrily. Her eyes fell on my erection and then our eyes met. "Okay sailor, unless I say so, you can only touch me with your mouth, got it?"
I nodded like my head was on a loose hinge. "Yes, ma'am. Whatever you say." She stood again and spun to my right and around the back of the chair, gyrating her hips wildly. God, she was good at this. She was graceful and gorgeous.
The towel she'd brought out sat on the back of the chair, but I barely noticed it. Her hair was loose, and she used it to good effect as she spun in front of me again.
She bent at the waist, making super intimate eye contact, and her ass never stopped shaking. Her hand came down and caressed my cock which twitched spasticity in her hand. "See something you like, young fella?" she said just loudly enough to be heard above the music.
"You're so fucking sexy babe!" I reached out nearly involuntarily, and she smacked my hand gently away. She wagged her finger at me. "No touching or I'll have the bouncer see to you." I smiled and nodded.
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