Chapter 17

“We’re doing great, and we loved watching you dance on the stage,” he said enthusiastically.

“I’m glad you liked it,” I said shyly, “we don’t get many couples in here.”

“My wife, Angela, wanted to come here for her birthday. She just turned 29 ... again.”

I wasn’t really sure what to say, but I did want to keep our little conversation going. “She’s really pretty, I mean, you’re really pretty, Angela. Happy birthday!”

“Thank you, honey,” she said sexily.

I scrambled to think of what to say next. Do they want something? “So, I bet you took her out, had a nice dinner, then came here for ... some fun?”

“Yes, I’m Frank, little darlin’. And, you see ... well ... Angela thought it might be fun to get a lap dance. And seeing as how you’re the prettiest one here ... well ... naturally she picked you.”

My eyes widened. Me? A lap dance with ... your wife? I’d never even contemplated dancing for a woman. It never even occurred to me that was a thing. The majority of the time, all of our clientele was men. However, he pushed two twenties toward me on the table, so I knew he was serious. However, I wasn’t quite sure how to respond to his request.

“Sure ... ummm ... I’d like that, but we’re about halfway through this song. Why don’t I get comfortable with you, Angela, first, so you get your money’s worth on a whole song.”

“I’d love that, baby,” she purred.

I sat on the cushion next to her and rested my hand on her thigh. Since that’s what I did with men, I figured I would just play this out as if she were a guy.

She leaned in and whispered into my ear, “You’re so beautiful, honey, and you have such an amazing body. I’m a little envious, to be honest.”

God, she’s so nice! I squeezed her thigh a little and smiled back at her. Just like I did with the guys, I wanted to say her name as much as I could. “Thank you, Angela, but you’re gorgeous ... and ... well ... I have an idea. Let’s just pretend your husband isn’t here. It’s just you and me. How does that sound?”

“Oh, I’d love that,” she said sexily.

The song was nearly finished, so I stood up but leaned over to whisper in her ear. “I’ve never danced for a woman before,” I said honestly, “so if I do something that makes you uncomfortable, just let me know.”

She looked deep into my eyes. “I don’t think there’s anything you could do that would make me uncomfortable.”

I smiled. “Okay.”

Shondra, one of the few nice dancers, was coming on stage, and her first song was always a slow, romantic number. The soft sounds of an old sixties classic, The Look of Love, came on. I think she’ll like this.

I gently spread Angela’s legs apart with my knee so I could position myself between them. I put a hand on each side of her head as I leaned into her, my breasts inches from her face. She rose up a bit so her nose touched my cleavage, and she nuzzled me gently. I heard her breathing quicken as I ground my thong into her thigh. I reached down and unhooked my bra, letting her see my bare breasts. I loved the look of wonder and excitement on her face; most guys looked appreciatively at me, but not like this. Oh, wow, she’s really into me. I pressed my breasts into her face just a little harder, and she let out a low, deep moan. I wasn’t really sure where to go with this, but I knew what I liked and where I loved guys touching me. Maybe I’ll go with that...

I just got lost in the moment and leaned in and gently sucked on her earlobe. I continued moving down her body, ensuring my breasts slid down the front of her dress. She spread her legs wider, bringing the hem of her already short dress up even further, and I could see her bright white satin underwear as I knelt between her legs. My pussy tingled... why? It’s like I’m getting turned on by her responding to me ... I looked into her eyes as I pressed my hard nipple into the front of her panties and began grinding myself into her. I felt her heat radiating onto my hard little nub, and I thought she might be close to fainting.

I lowered my head further to where my face was just inches from her pussy. Our eyes locked again, and I kissed her thong for just a moment ... but at that moment, I could smell her arousal, and it gave me a big tingle. I like this more than I thought I ever would.

One of the big rules for lap dances was that we couldn’t hold any one position for more than three seconds, so I reluctantly slid back up her body, making sure that my breasts maintained contact with her. After kissing her neck for a few more seconds, I turned so I was sitting on her lap. With a guy, his hard cock would rest between my cheeks for a few moments, but with Angela, I just hoped she got a little thrill from my ass resting on her.

“You smell so good,” she whispered as I rested my head back on her shoulder. “I could ... I want to eat you up.” she giggled.

I stood back up so I could face her again. The Look of Love was winding up, so I made sure to stare deeply into her eyes as I straddled her knee again. “That can be arranged, the eating me up thing.” I can’t believe I just said that. I want her to take me to the VIP room! The deejay began squawking about something or other, and the dance ended.