1. The Dance


    Date: 7/23/2015, Categories: Seduction, Author: henrygatewood, Rating: 17, Source: LushStories

    warren of corridors to the stairway. You pause at the top. “Here,” you say, getting out your wallet and opening it. “That was, ah, fantastic. Never had anything quite like… well, anyway, here’s a tip.” You hold out the cash. I open the babydoll, exposing my underwear to you again. “Right boob,” I say. You look confused for a second, then laugh and gently slip the money into my right bra cup, down underneath my breast, giving it a little squeeze as you withdraw your hand. “Oh,” I say, pouting. “Nothing for the left one?” I shake my other tit, letting the flesh ripple at you. You sigh, but smile and push another wad of cash into my left bra cup. You take another few notes and draw closer, putting your arms around me and lifting the back of the babydoll. “And a little something for your peachy little arse,” you say, slipping your hand down the back of my knickers and leaving another roll of cash pressing against my left buttock. I turn and lead you down the narrow stairway, out onto the balcony and back into the noise and heat of the club. The stage lights are up, and a curvaceous blonde woman is demonstrating the finer points of accessorised autoeroticism to a highly attentive audience. As we descend the wide stairway you lean closer to me and speak over the music. “I’m sorry, that, er… blew my mind,” you say. “What’s your name again?” “Myr,” I reply. A trio of raucous businessmen now occupy your table. You follow me as I walk past them, making for the back of the room and the ...
    way out. You still follow as I walk out into the reception area, and up to the counter. The elegantly dressed woman behind the desk smiles at me, then walks off into the cloakroom. You look a little confused as I wait there. For a moment, perhaps, you wonder if I am so enchanted by your company that I plan on coming home with you. I’m afraid not. “Are you done for the night?” you ask uncertainly. The woman returns with a small bag. I pull out a short summery dress and slip it on quickly over my skimpy stripper outfit. “I guess so,” I say. A bouncer opens the door for me, and we step out into the warm London night. “You’re going home just like that?” you ask. “Don’t you, I don't know, shower or something when you finish work?” “Work?” I ask, then laugh. “Oh, I don’t work here.” “You don’t?” “No, I just popped in because I know a few of the girls,” I explain. “Also the manager and his wife are old friends. My first threesome, in fact. Charming couple.” “But we just… I mean… erm… you know… we…” “Fucked, yes, I noticed,” I say easily, making for a line of black cabs waiting at the kerb. “I saw you and decided I wanted sex. I thought that’s what you wanted, too. Was I wrong? I hope you don’t feel I coerced you in any way.” “No… no, that is what I… well, I did want, you know… and all that, but…” you stammer, then lower your voice. “I paid .” “Yes, and that was very generous of you,” I say with a smile, turning to face you with one hand on the door of the lead taxi. “But that isn’t ...
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