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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...
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This story contains words of a sexual nature and should not be
read by juveniles. If this means you, go away and read something
else; you shouldn't be here anyway. This is a work of fiction
and in no way portrays real life - if you can't hack that, go lie
down in a dark room; the bad feelings will go away.
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And the Lady danced 'till Dawn
by
Sven 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 Sergeants
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 evenings 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 discrete 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 terminated
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 him
Carrie 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 - lets 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 Mikes 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 Mikes 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. Lets 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
Lastly a dedication to FredFan, my most excellent proofer and
friend. He has the wit, ability and kindness to alter things to
reflect what I meant to write in the first place. I have owed
him a lot for some time and I am pleased he has finally allowed
himself to be recognised. Thank you. S
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