Chapter 5: Nicole - Exotic Dancer

She was standing on a low stool, dancing naked for an old guy in the corner, when she saw me reflected in the wall mirror. "Jimmmy," she yelled as she hopped from the stool and ran into my arms. "YOU CAME"

I had just arrived minutes earlier in Miami Beach's number one strip club, 'The Pink Pussy' and one look at Nicole and you understood why it was number one and how it lived up to its name.

At twenty-three she was at the height of her beauty and exuded a sexuality that was overpowering, undeniable... even as she had run over to me I had seen thirty sets of eyes follow her, drinking in her splendor, jealous of the attention I was receiving.

She was about five foot seven but her upright posture, her pulled back shoulders, and her firm, proud breasts made her look taller, and as she moved, her long, dark blond hair bounced over her shoulders and back, the soft tendrils seeming to caress her with each step she made.

My eyes involuntarily followed her soft curves, the long arch of her neck leading to the high, round, pink capped hills on her chest, and then slowly down lower, across her flat stomach, stopping for a second at her navel before my eyes found her shaven mound and the pink slit below.

"You've seen me naked before," she laughed as she followed my eyes, referring to the day we'd spent together with my sister at Haulover Beach weeks before. "I was hoping you'd come," she added, and then, grabbing my hand led me to a table in the darkest recess of the club.

"So, did it work? Did my performance at the beach help you with your little Chinese friend?" she asked excitedly as she hovered atop a stool between my legs. "Did you fuck her?"

As a favor to my sister she had played my girlfriend that day, trying to make my neighbor Soo jealous, helping me in the conquest of that little Asian pearl. Seeing my blush at her questions she laughed and then demanded, "C'mon, give me the details," even as her fingers slid onto my thigh and slowly slipped upwards.

Shyly at first, and then more confidently, I described my seduction of Soo, told Nicole how I'd been sleeping with her for the last three weeks, described our lovemaking, our lust.

"She was lucky," she interrupted with a sigh. "I almost decided not to help," she said as her fingers found my now fully erect shaft, impatiently grasping it through my pants.

"How come?"

"I almost decided to take you home myself... if I hadn't promised Patty... well I,"

"But everyone here wants you... you can take anyone home you want to... somebody rich... or handsome... or famous..."

"Well then, I'll take you," she laughed, "I'm finished at midnight... I'll dance for you til then," she added as she stood on the stool, spreading her legs, opening her pink insides to me as she pushed her shaven mound within inches of my face.

We left soon after, and as she drove me to her condo on South Beach she only used one hand to direct the little convertible beamer, the other was tightly circled around my fat cock which she had slipped from my pants, pumping me in tune to the techno music that blared from her speakers into the tropical night.

"God, dancing must pay well," I said, as I looked out the window of her fourteen hundred square foot, sixteenth floor beach condo. She had a northwest corner and from the living room I could the moonlit beach to my right, Ocean Drive and the clubs of Washington Street straight ahead and the lights of downtime Miami to my left.