Prologue - recently I visited America for the first time.  The experience and my visit were quite overwhelming, in many, many ways.  Seeing road signs everywhere for places and names only previously heard of in songs, or read of in books.  Travelling on Route 66, and other incredible geographical features of staggering beauty and magnitude.  A lot was crammed into a short space of time and for that, the planning and the general logistics, not to mention the actual driving around, I owe a huge debt of gratitude to my good friend, The Warthog.  It's a tribute to his forbearance that we remained as good friends at the end as were in the beginning.  We saw and did a lot without it being onerous.   The diary I kept has triggered thoughts for some stories, this is the second...And the Lady Danced 'til Dawn (MF, oral)bySven The Elder© July 1998 Whistling to himself, Mike parked his sports motor where he had been directed in the club car park.  He had been amused by the appearance of the cop.  She, dressed as she was, could have been genuine, but he grinned as he thought of the Station Sergeant's comments to the way that chest was crammed into the ill-fitting jacket.  Anyway it was in keeping with the atmosphere that he knew was inside the Club.Mike walked on down the side of the building to the front doors, the doorkeeper smiled pleasantly and eased the door open for him allowing a little of the welcoming cool inside to escape.  As his eyes became accustomed to the light levels, the rock and roll music washed over him, not quite a wall of sound, but pretty close.  Just as well talking was not the sort of social activity that beckoned for this evening's entertainment."Hi!  Welcome to the Blue Lady," said the girl at the desk.  In the world of erotic venues, it could be said that she was not over-endowed by some standards.  That still didn't mean that she would break her nose if she fell over forwards.  "Can I see your Membership ID please sir?"As he passed his details to her, Mike managed to avoid looking and talking directly to her  cleavage, there would be time for some of that later, sooner rather than later he hoped, as he glanced inside.  She finished her task, checking him out against the computer details, smiled and said "Enjoy the evening sir."Mike went in and down the steps to the well of the main room. The club was not busy as yet; this at least made sure that he would be able to get a seat in a more discreet location.  The Dancers preferred that.  It was more difficult for the men in suits to see exactly what was going on.  Although it was against the rules, some of the Dancers were tactile in their approach. He had never understood how some folks thought that the Girls in these Clubs were being exploited.  Jeesh!  They got to set the rules, they got to define the state of play down to the last detail, and, if you didn't play the game, ultimately they could have you removed.  If that happened you were advised that if it occurred again, reluctantly, of course,  they would terminate your membership.  The ultimate sanction perhaps.  In a way it made the evening a little more of a challenge.  It was a game that he had played in the clubs back home in the UK - basically - what could a guy get away with?Climbing up a short set of stairs Mike ended up seated where he could see the room, the stage, but more importantly, where the lighting was such that the big wing chair the club favoured, was a little more hidden than in most of the other places."Good evening Sir, may I get you a drink?" Having been engrossed in the performance of the young lady currently on stage, Mike had missed the girls arrival."Oh! - Yes, yes a beer please."  At that he returned his gaze to the stage.  It was odd really, watching the girl disrobe was having little effect on his libido, Mike was almost a detached viewer, looking in from the outside.  The bare flesh was interesting, almost erotic, but sexy - no.  It was too clinical. Mike sighed as he realised that the girl on the stage had effectively switched off, there was no 'soul' in her performance. "Oh God dear. Just take the money and run, for heavens sake. Standing there and waggling your tits in time to the music is less than interesting!" And he looked away.Mike watched the waitress returning with his beer, and as she placed it in front of him, smiled at her and gave her a good tip. People tended to forget them and sometimes times could be lean, they didn't get paid well."Thank you sir,  Have you spotted anyone you like yet?"The question framed at Mike concerned the other show, the other dancers, the ones that interested Mike most. Mike laughed - "No, but I've only just got here.  Anyone new?  Anyone you think I might be 'interested' in.?"The girl looked serious for a moment, "I think I might know of a person, she'll be fascinated by your accent if nothing else, I'll see if she's free." Looking thoughtful she disappeared from view. Mike continued looking around.  Not far away, a girl in a G-string was wrestling with a vertical chrome pole, in a way that left nothing to the imagination.  Concentrating, as she was, her eyes half closed, she made love to the inanimate object as if her life depended on it.  Perhaps it did.He watched a pale skinned girl come through a door on the other side of the club and look round, she met his look, nodded to herself and walked across towards him.  As she came up the stairs Mike took in the slinky black dress, it left nothing to the imagination and plainly showed a distinct lack of underwear.  She approached, leaned forward and speaking close to his ear so he could hear above the music said "May I join you, my names Carrie."Mike, putting his hand on her shoulder, pleased she didn't flinch, spoke next to her ear - "Please do, we may even be able to chat when the Music stops."  He saw her laugh and she sat down on the arm of the chair, her legs against his, her arm across his shoulders and her long,beautiful hair against Mikes face as she leaned her head against his.  For all the world they looked like lovers, lovers who were familiar and had known each other a long time. She twirled her fingers in the back of his hair as they looked at the dancer on stage coming to the end of her act.  As the applause died down and there was a lull in the proceedings Carrie waved to the waitress, who had been hovering in the background, she appeared a moment or two later with a drink and Mike paid, again tipping the girl well as he thanked her for telling Carrie about him.  She grinned and winked at him."Where's home?" Carrie asked, "You're not from this Country."  So Mike told her of his home, of England and a little of his work that brought him here.  In turn Carrie told him of herself.  She was taking a year out, and was earning the wherewithal to pay her way through Graduate College."Trouble is," she said, "I enjoy this, I can be sexy, go as far as I want, make a lot of money and 'I'm' in control. I call the shots, and, although I'm not a control freak, it's a good feeling.  I earn enough for the moment that the thoughts of College are taking a back seat."  Carrie grinned and as the DJ announced the next dancer on stage said, "Would you like me to dance?"  As the music started Mike nodded his agreement.Lazily Carrie got up, leaned across and said in his ear, "I'll just put my purse beside you." Leaning further, her knee touched Mike's and her breasts brushed his face through the dress fabric as put the bag down.  Smiling gently, she stood up and swayed to the music, running her hands over her body, caressing herself, smoothing the dress over her breasts and then down hugging herself.  She ran her hands down to her hips and half round to her butt, then, gripping the dress slowly eased it up her form. Her legs were stupendous, lithe, shapely and touching Mikes. Even though he knew he couldn't touch, Mike wanted to reach out and grasp her hips and pull her to him.  It was only by a great act of will-power he stopped himself.Carrie watched him through half-shut eyes, teasing him, easing the dress slowly higher, swaying all the time hypnotically.  The swell of her breasts became visible then suddenly the dress was gone and Carrie dropped it into Mike's lap.   Presented with a shapely pair of breasts that Carrie now caressed and pushed upwards, Mike could only watch and yearn for what might be.  They were spectacularly beautiful.  Carrie leaned forward, draping her hair across Mikes and, putting her hands on the back of the chair for support, moved her breasts either side of him, close to his face.  Knowing that her hair and the dark corner masked him, he moved forward fractionally and kissed the nipple nearest to him, it hardened instantly and Mike felt his cock swell in sympathy. He was glad of the dress covering him down there, at least it might not be too apparent!He also felt Carrie stiffen, just fractionally; no one watching would have noticed.  Inwardly Mike grinned, he had got lucky, he had been found by a Dancer who liked touching and being touched - discretely, that is.  The girl moved back, standing upright, she continue to stroke and hold herself, eyes now closed, lost in the sensuous dance and the music.  She turned her back towards Mike and he was mesmerised at the thong of the G-string as it plunged between the cheeks in front of himCarrie bent forward at the waist, still swaying and then, placing a leg either  side of Mike's right knee moved in closer as she steadied herself, holding onto his leg and the chair arm.  She bent her knees and ran her thigh along Mikes leg, her ass cheek just off touching him, but her thigh brushing Mike's right hand which he had placed on top of his leg.  He gripped his leg to keep from the temptation of openly touching her as she half squatted and ran her covered pussy over his hand.  Mike raised his thumb fractionally and she moved so that it ran along the lips of her sex and back to the hidden rosebud of her anus.  He felt her shudder in pleasure through his legs where hers touched his.  Slowly, deliberately she moved back over his thumb and Mike felt her wetness through the cloth.Carrie moved forward and turned round and again put her arms on the chair back either side of Mike's head, again she flicked her hair over his and, moving her head to where they could talk without shouting, Carrie said "No ones ever managed to do that before" and she laughed.Mike, also laughing, said, "It isn't all I'd liked to do!" and as Carrie moved upward, once again teasing Mike with her breasts he again gently bit one of her nipples.  She responded by steadying herself, leaning forward and touching Mike's crotch with her knee.  As she touched his penis through her dress and his trousers he saw her eyes widen a little as she contacted the hardness there.  And then the record was finishing and Carrie moved away.  Mike picked up a fifty from his change on the table and Carrie leaned forward.  Without breaking eye contact Mike tucked it into the top of the front of the G-string and Carrie smiled gently."I'd like to stay for a while if you don't mind."  She said.Mike grinned and responded "please do. Be my guest."The second dance she did was hotter than the first, starting as it did with no dress to take off.  Carrie spent more time with her hair draped over Mike's head and face.  Mike spent more time kissing Carries now very erect nipples.  He had both hands on her hips, steadying her of course, as she did so.  As the music ended and Carrie sat down she draped a leg over Mike's and placed it in contact with his groin.  By the way she moved it Mike knew she could feel him, knew what she was doing, exciting him, deliberately working him up.  While she sat like that, all Mike could do in return was to gently rest a hand on her hip.  A third dance followed and this time she had her back to him more of the time.  Once again Mike was able to run his thumb along the crease of her labia.  This time under the cloth and in direct contact with her wetness.  As he was steadying her with his other hand he felt her groan as he did so.Carrie sat back down on the arm again, without putting her dress on.   She was a little more flushed than before, she leaned back to talk in his ear again, and breathing a little heavily, just said "Wow!"Glancing at the clock over the stage, Carrie said,"My shift has ended, my times my own now."   She leaned forward to pick up her drink and Mike put his arm across her waist so that his hand was just under the swell of her breast.  Carrie picked her glass up, seemingly not noticing for any one who was watching, but she sat with her arm forward, masking the hand and fingers that were now touching and fondling the underside of her breast, invisible to any onlookers.  She leaned in and kissed Mike's earlobe and said, "That's naughty and not allowed." But made no move to stop it. Then she stood up, placed her leg in between Mikes and again leant forward, this time to pick up her purse, again her leg contacted Mikes hard penis. She picked up her purse to put the bills in and said,"You know I think it's nice I can have that effect on people.  Trouble is it affects me as well."As she straightened up she gave Mike her purse to handle while she put her dress back on.  As she lifted it from Mike's lap she managed, very successfully to grope him, smiling sweetly as she did.  Mike seized the moment.  "Would you like a drink in quieter surroundings?"Carrie looked at Mike thoughtfully.  "You know that's not allowed here, we have fairly strict rules about that.  So I don't normally do so."  Mike said nothing.  Carrie continued, "I'll think about it while I'm changing into my normal clothing.  I normally go home by cab, but tonight I was late leaving to come here, so I took my car.  Its parked down the side.  If the lady minding the car park sees us together she'll break your arms, she's friendly like that, and I'm then out of a job as well.  I drive a white Miata, by the way. Turn right out of the parking lot and go to the Chevron gas station on the next block. If I decide that I'd like to play, I'll join you there in about twenty minutes."  And Carrie turned and left.Mike finished his drink thoughtfully, and then made his way out. He got to his car and drove to the filling station, not really expecting Carrie to appear.  He parked and went in to get a cold drink from the machine.  Back outside in the car Mike waited hoping that she might keep her 'date'.  As time went by his hopes dropped, but just as he was about to leave the white car drove up and parked alongside, but with two girls in.  Mike's heart sank a little, however he got out anyway as both the girls did as well. He realised that Carrie looked quite different with her hair tied back."Hi there Mike, this is Amber, Amber this is Mike."Amber grinning said "Hi - don't look so cheerful then!" and laughed.Mike blushed as he realised his face must have given his feelings of disappointment away.  "Ah sorry, Hi both, didn't realise there was to be a threesome!"It was Carrie's turn to laugh, "Hey she said - you didn't get 'that' lucky,  Amber and I share an apartment, she works at the 'Angel' as well so we normally share transport.  She wants to go home so she's dropping me off here first.  Oh and just in case you got any ideas, she wants to know where we're going and what time I'm going to be home.  She'll take your licence plate details and any funny business she'll blow the whistle on you."Now it was Mike who gave a relieved laugh and said, "Well, where do you suggest?"The girls talked for a moment then Carrie said "Right, Amber knows our plans - let's go," and she walked round to the passenger side of Mike's car and got in.  Mike a little surprised by the decisive turn of events, but happy to be led, grinned and waved to Amber and got in as well - "Where to, milady?"Carrie giggled at Mike's sudden put on 'very English' accent, and said "I'll show you,"  and she directed Mike to a bar and dancing club a few blocks away.  They went in, Carrie holding Mike's hand as if she had been his girlfriend for ever.  They sat down at a table a little back from the edge of the dance floor and where it was quiet enough for them to talk, and talk they did.  Of England and the UK generally, Texas and California.  Then they danced quietly and kissed in the clinches of the smoochy numbers and went back and talked some more.Finally, reluctantly they left and Mike took Carrie back to her shared apartment.  He was invited in 'for a nightcap' and to attend to 'some unfinished business'.  Carrie gave Mike a beer and put some soft music on before giving him a kiss on the end of his nose and saying "Don't go away."Mike decided that that was an instruction he would be happy to adhere to.  A couple of minutes later Carrie appeared in a dress like the one she had worn at the club, this time though instead of wearing heels, she was barefoot.  As she came in Mike stood up, but Carrie shooed him away and sat him back down again, her hair once again loose down her back.  Again she danced to the music and Mike was stunned by her sensuous movement.  She came to the chair where he was sat and allowed her hair to dangle and brush against his face.  He felt himself harden as the unbelievably sexy dance continued.Carrie again smoothed the dress against her contours and Mike realised he was getting the full treatment of the Lap Dance he had had in the club, only this time the restrictions against taking part didn't exist.  Carrie snaked forward and kissed him then started undoing the buttons of his shirt.  She rubbed his chest with her hands, scratching his nipples with her fingernails, dancing and swaying all the time to the music.  Mike half rose to take his shirt off and Carrie pushed him forcefully back into the seat - "My timing, My control," was all she said. Mike decided he was content for her to call the shots.  Again the dress was slowly raised over Carries head, this time when it had been removed it was discarded over a chair in the corner.  Carrie came back to Mike and kneeled either side of his hips, half sitting on his lap, her breasts and nipples thrust into his face. Mike pulled her against him and kissed and licked them as he ran his hands down her back and cupped the globes of her ass in his hands and squeezed them gently.  Carrie moaned softly, then moved back and off Mike's lap for the next movement of the dance.  She pulled his shirt off over his head as she did so.Turning round again she bent forward and swayed her ass in front of Mike's face, this time he held them in his fingers and ran his thumbs down the crease, following the thong downwards.  Carrie bent her supple dancers body forward as if to touch her toes and Mike moved his hands and slowly pulled the G-string downwards and off the swollen and wet lips of her labia now clearly visible from behind. He ran a finger down over the bud of her anus and dipped it into the liquid slit of her sex, forward until he reached the hard sprouting tip of her clit.  She shuddered, now totally lost in the music and the moment and Mike thought she was going to fall.  He pulled her back against him and buried his face deep in the cleft before him.  As Mike's tongue hit her most sensitive of spots Carrie shuddered again, and almost collapsed onto the floor coming long and hard.  Mike eased her gently to her knees and then onto the floor, his face wet with her juices.Carrie rolled on her back, reached up and pulled him down so as to be able to kiss him, tasting and licking his face as she did so.  Then she pulled him down on top of her and rolled him over, attacking his belt and the waistband of his trousers.  She kneeled over him as she did so, almost desperate in her urgency to get at his hard penis.  Mike's trousers finally submitted to her reckless movements and it was to Mike's total relief that she finally got them removed, without either ripping them or hurting either of them in her headlong rush.  She sighed with desire as she sank her lips over the tip of his organ and now it was Mike's turn to groan with the pleasure that was being given him.  Again he ran his hands and then his tongue over Carries still dripping but now gaping cunt, then as he feared for the safety of what was going on at the other end, he finally took charge.  Pushing Carrie forward until she was kneeling and then in turn kneeling behind her.  As Mike entered her she slid forward until she was flat on the floor, Mike embedded in her and they moved slowly at first and then gathering pace in the next stage of the age old rhythm of the dance.  As he finally came Mike thrust deep inside Carrie and she too finally shook violently yet again squealing vocally as she did so.As they lay there, now spooned together, their breathing and heartbeat returning to rather less than it had been, they became aware that there was a pair of naked feet close by.  Mike, only dimly aware of them took in the fact that though they were there, they had gone.  There was the noise of a curtain being pulled and the feet came back.  A voice, vaguely recognisable as Amber's said, rather sarcastically, - "And the Lady danced 'till dawn. Now will you two fuck off to bed and let me get some sleep - Oh and Mike if you're looking to fill the post of boyfriend and minder, that 'was' vacant - tough shit I think it just got taken!"Mike kissed Carrie gently on the cheek, "Have I passed the audition?" He asked.Carrie rolled over underneath him, put her arms around his neck and returned the kiss.  Then she grinned and  said "Hmm don't know, But I think she's right - you got the job. Let's go somewhere a little more comfortable and I'll tell you for sure after the second act of the Dance."Mike just groaned and shut his eyes.The End'And the Lady danced 'till Dawn'© Sven the Elder - July '98