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Gina Goes Topless (Mf)
by sfmaster sfmaster@worldnet.att.net
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WARNING! This story is only for adults over the age of 18 and
contains Strong Sexual Content. It is intended as a work of
fiction for ADULTS only, and the author does not in any way
condone similar behavior. If you are under the age or 18 or reside
in a state, nation, or planet that prohibits such behavior, stop
reading immediately!!!
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**********
It had been one of those dates that you always hope for in a
relationship. Gina and I had gone out Saturday night for Dinner,
then a movie, and finally drinks at a bar before returning to her
apartment for a night of torrid lovemaking.
First we had passionate, mattress pounding sex that left us both
sweating together. Next, I followed that with slow lovemaking that
lasted until the early hours. Nice, leisurely climaxes that left
us both breathless. Finally, we both drifted off to sleep
together, in each other's arms.
"Morning, sweetie," Gina said softly, awakening me from my state
of half sleep.
"Morning, what time is it?"
"Nine."
"Hmmm, what a night," I answered.
Even sweaty and disheveled from the night before, Gina still
looked beautiful in bed. Insatiable, she might even want a quickie
in the morning. She reached over and kissed me on the lips, then
lay her head on my arm.
"So what did you do while I was away?" she asked.
Gina had spent a week with her parents in Arizona, then business
in San Francisco, leaving me alone for two weeks.
"Oh, bummed around. Went to a few bars, looked at other women, got
very lonely."
"Do anything interesting?" she questioned.
"Went to a couple of topless bars," I answered.
"Really? Tell me, what did you do there?"
"Dropped a few bucks on overpriced beers while watching women take
their clothes off, played a pinball machine. Really a silly
place."
"What makes you say that?"
"A topless bar is where guys go who don't have anything else to
do. I'd rather be in bed with you than blowing money in a topless
bar."
"Take me to a topless bar?" Gina asked.
"Are you kidding? Now that's really a guy place," I answered.
"Don't men take their girlfriends there?" she asked.
"Never," I replied, "well, maybe once."
"Once?"
"Years ago I went to a topless bar, and a guy and his girlfriend
walked in for a drink. She was uncomfortable seeing a girl strip
on stage. They stayed for one drink, then left."
"Well, I'm curious now," Gina said, "so I'd like you to take me."
"No."
"C'mon, Dave," she answered, "I didn't say anything last year when
you took me to that S&M clothing store down in Chelsea and made me
try on that fetish clothing."
"I thought you enjoyed that," I answered.
"Maybe not at first. So now I'm asking you to take me to a place
that you might go anyway. Please?"
"No."
"If you take me, I'll dress more sexy when we go out on dates,"
she offered, "and in the bedroom also."
The way Gina dressed had been a sore spot between us ever since we
had gotten serious in bed. She had an attractive body, yet dressed
like a frump. Gina would wear dowdy clothes that she bought from
mail catalogs, blouses and pants that hid her figure.
"What do you want for breakfast?" I asked, "McDonald's or a
diner."
"I have eggs & English Muffins in the fridge, so we can spend the
morning reading the Times together," she said, "after a quickie."
Gina lay back down on her side of the bed, her hand reaching down
under the covers to begins massaging my limp cock back to an
erection. With her other hand she removed a wrapped condom from
the night-table, and tore the foil with her teeth.
"Aaaah!" I moaned as my sore cock stood to attention from Gina's
stroking.
Ever so quickly, my cock soon grew erect, and Gina quickly
unrolled the latex on my stiff rod. Sitting on top of me, she
lowered herself onto my shaft, impaling herself on my hard dick.
She then started a small bouncing motion, my cock pistoning itself
within her. Gina emitted a series of low moans, opening herself to
my knob inside her.
A morning quickie lacks the staying power after a night of sex. My
cock soon grew even more rigid, and we both climaxed quickly,
moaning together.
"Aaaaah!"
"Oooooh!"
We seemed to cry in unison, Gina then falling on top me after we
came at the same time. I pulled her lips close to mine, and we
kissed wetly together.
"What a mess, I'll have to change the bed," she said, "and why do
I always have to sleep on the wet spot?"
"One of the great mysteries of mankind," I answered, fondling her
right nipple.
"Well, one of us has to get up," she said, "you get the Times, and
I'll get breakfast going."
"Naked?" I asked playfully.
"Well it would give my neighbors something to talk about, now
wouldn't it?" Gina answered.
*
Two weeks later, I was picking up Gina at her apartment. We were
going to double date with one of her girlfriends.
"Zip me up?" she asked.
"When did you buy this dress?"
"Last week, at Macy's," she answered. Her new dress was the famed
little black dress, complete with black pantyhose and heels to
match.
"That's quite a change from Chadwick's," I observed.
"Surprise," she answered.
"You know, I've been thinking. You're right about the way I dress.
From now on I'm going to look closely at the store ads every week,
do try-ons in the department stores, and start dressing more like
a woman than a sexless mannequin."
Looking over at her TV stand, I noticed a new box standing
upright. Gina isn't one to collect tapes or movies, but I could
read "Striptease" on the box. I pulled the box out, and showed it
to her.
"What's this?" I asked.
"I caught a few minutes of the movie on TBS, so I decided to buy
the tape and see the movie uncut."
"Did that satisfy your interest in going to a topless bar?" I
asked.
"No, but G-String Divas on HBO did. We'll watch that tonight in
bed when we get back home."
"You taped G-String Divas?" I asked, incredulous.
"Sure. Now let's go out and surprise Susie with my new look."
And Gina certainly did, her friend doing a classic double take
when we picked them up at Susie's apartment. After the date, and
drinks, we found ourselves back at her apartment.
"I've got lots of new clothes I want to buy," Gina began, "silk
blouses, leather skirt and pants, a leather dress, and other very
attractive things. From now on, when you take me into a club, I
want to be the center of attention. So now it's your turn."
"My turn?"
"Yes, in exchange for me dressing more sexy, I want you to take me
into a topless bar. Else I'll go on as before. Deal?"
With the tape of G-String Divas playing on the TV, and Gina in her
underwear in my arms, the moment overtook me.
"Yes," I answered, "deal."
"OK, loverboy, hope you can keep up with me tonight," she said,
"cause I want to get fucked!"
"And then?"
"Then we'll decide when to go."
She led me into the bedroom and dimmed the lights.
"Time to perform, stud muffin," she said when we were in bed
together.
"Erect and ready for action!"
And I was too!
*
The rain had been pouring down when I picked Gina up at her place.
She was wearing a black T-shirt, jeans, and high-heeled boots. All
new, since I had never seen her wearing any of those before. By
the time we got to the topless bar, the rain had stopped and the
clouds were breaking up.
"Why did we have to go on a Monday night?" she asked.
"Because it's not too busy."
"But I'm sure it would be better on a crowded night."
"Do you want to get raped on the pool table?" I answered, "you
agreed to go on my terms, remember?"
"Yes," she pouted as I parked the car.
"OK, party time," I said.
Gina didn't wait for me to open the car door. Instead, she got out
herself, and we walked to the door together. She let me hold the
door open for her, and we entered into the male realm.
After Mayor Guliani had shut down the sex shops and strip bars in
New York City, our only alternative had been to drive all the way
out to Suffolk County. Bogarts was a favorite of mine out on
Sunrise Highway, and I had been there enough times to know that it
was OK. Suddenly I remembered the movie "Marty" where Ernest
Borgnine and his friends were discussing going to New Jersey to
see Burlesque, which LaGuardia had banned in NY.
The bar wasn't too crowded. A couple of guys sitting at the bar,
nursing drinks. Two bikers playing pool and others seated at the
stage. To the music of Donna Summer's "Love to You Love Baby" was
a girl removing her top, dressed in a G-String and red thigh high
leather boots.
"Sure you want to go in?" I asked softly.
"You bet," she answered, "let's sit at the stage."
Gina and I sat down at the bar, and a waitress soon appeared. I
ordered two beers, which the waitress quickly produced. We sat
together, watching the girl gyrate on stage. Soon the dancer knelt
in front of Gina, displaying her breasts and bottom. From her
pocket Gina removed a dollar bill, and placed it under the
dancer's G-String.
"Come here often?" asked the dancer.
"No," Gina answered.
The dancer then scissored herself over to one of the other men at
the bar. Gina took a few swallows of her beer. I expected her to
ask to leave, but she stayed put. We sat through one dancer set,
then another, drinking a new round each time.
When she finally stood up, she clutched her beer in one hand and
her purse. Instead of going to the bathroom, she walked over to
the pool table! She placed down four quarters, and waited.
One of the bikers had won the last game, and he approached Gina.
"You want to play, girlie?" he asked.
"Rack em up," Gina answered.
Being a regular at Bogarts, I knew the biker was a classic pool
shark. I'd seen him win time after time. I knew that he would make
short work of Gina.
"Stripes or solids?" he asked.
"Solids," answered Gina.
I had never played pool with Gina before. In fact, we had never
discussed it. I was therefore quite shocked to watch as she sunk
every one of her balls, one after another.
"Just luck," said the biker, "another game."
Gina then proceeded to win four games in a row before she finally
gave up the table. She beat both bikers in four games, sinking
every ball in quick succession. Neither of them even came close to
beating her.
"That was nice," said Gina, as we sat back together at the stage,
"I want another beer, and I'm buying."
Gina looked positively happy as she placed a couple of dollars
into a dancer's thigh high black heeled boot, clearly enjoying all
of the attention that she had attracted. She polished off her beer
quickly, and the she stood up.
"Ready to go?" I asked, "or more pool?"
"Let's go," she said, "it's been a full night."
Everyone watched as we left together. All eyes, from the staff to
the patrons, watched us as we went out the door into the chill
night.
"Where did you learn to play pool like that?" I asked as we drove
towards home.
"Did didn't want us hanging out, so he put a pool table in the
basement for us kids. Nobody could beat me in High School or
College."
"I'm sure about that. Have a good time?"
"You bet. Thanks."
Relieved, I drove through the quiet empty streets. What I had
thought would be at most a half-hour was instead two hours in
Bogarts. Since it was Monday night, now early Tuesday, the roads
were empty.
"And I meant what I said, from now on I'm going to dress a whole
lot better. From now on the only catalog I'm going to buy from is
Frederick's - or something very similar."
"I'm glad you had such a nice time."
"Pity it's a work day - else you could spend the night," she
offered.
"Saturday."
"No, Friday - and come at 10 PM - I've got something special
planned."
*
Friday finally arrived, and I drove to Gina's apartment to pick
her up for our mystery date. I knocked at the door twice, figuring
that she was getting dressed before the door finally opened.
"Sharon?" I asked, "what are you doing here?"
Sharon was one of Gina's friends, who made extra money as a
cocktail waitress on the weekends. She had opened the door, and
she was dressed in her uniform. Black satin bodysuit, black
pantyhose, and matching heels.
"Please come in, show's about to start."
She let me into the foyer and placed my jacket in the hall closet.
The vertical blinds had been drawn, and there was very little
light to see. Sharon motioned me forwards into the living room,
and I followed her.
"Wow!" escaped my lips.
The living room was completely unrecognizable. All that was left
was the couch and table. Mirrors now covered the back wall, two
poles reached from floor to ceiling in the center of the room.
What was even more surprising were the signs on the walls:
"1 Drink Per Dancer Set"
"No Touching Of Dancers Allowed"
"Management Reserves The Right To Eject Unruly Patrons" "Lap
Dances $20."
Gina had copied every sign that had been posted at Bogarts!
"Drink?" asked Sharon.
"What's going on?" I asked.
"Drink, please?"
"Bud," I answered, realizing that whatever was going on, I had to
play along.
Suddenly the sounds of "Dirty Laundry" by Don Henley came from the
stereo. I seated myself on the couch, and watched as Sharon walked
over to the kitchen. She returned quickly, and placed the beer
bottle in front of me.
"That will be Six Dollars, please," she said.
"Seems pretty steep to me," I answered as I fished out a ten from
my wallet. Sharon made change, and I gave her a two dollar tip,
which she placed inside her bodysuit by her right breast.
The track lighting brightened slowly, and Gina walked out of the
bedroom. I had a hard time restraining a whistle.
Gina was now dressed in a pair of red thigh high heeled boots, and
a skimpy top and skirt. Which I guessed that she wouldn't be
wearing for too long! Gina then began to dance to the music, and
gyrated between the two poles. I began to drink my beer in
silence.
"Come here a lot?" asked Sharon.
"Yes, thank you."
"Management here sure has changed," she said.
"Yes it has," I answered, "for the better."
Gina had never told me that she had taken dance lessons, but it
apparent from the way she was performing that she had. She was
just too skillful to get up there and strip without any training.
When she came over and lay on the table I placed a dollar bill
under the elastic of her G-String, she pursed her lips as if to
thank me, then resumed her dance. After two more songs, she walked
out towards the bedroom.
"Drink?"
"Another Bud."
Dutifully I paid Sharon for another beer, and Gina then came out
and did another set, even more sexy that the first set. She
finally concluded by placing herself wearing only a G-String and
heels on the table in front on me.
"Want a Lap Dance?" asked Gina, looking every bit the striptease
artist.
"Yes," I said, pulling a twenty out of my wallet and handing it to
her.
Gina got off the table, and began to gyrate directly in front of
me. I could smell the perfume that she had placed between her
breasts, and her skin was covered in a sheen of sweat from her
dancing.
"You're a pretty good customer, mister. Good customers get an
extra bonus."
Gina then sat on my lap and began to unbutton my shirt, followed
by my black jeans. She pulled off my undershirt, and my jeans
followed, along with my underwear onto the floor. Gina then
stripped off her G-string, and sat on the other side of the couch.
I removed a condom from a box that had mysteriously appeared on
the table, and unrolled it onto my raging hard cock. Gina opened
her legs, and I penetrated into her.
"Ohhh, give it to me mister," she cried, "I'm just a bitch in
heat!"
I rammed my cock inside her, making her squirm and moan. Leaning
over her, I pushed deep inside her, then pulled out, only to go
back in again.
"Ahhhh! Ooooh!" Gina cried.
Gina scissored her legs behind my naked butt, driving me deeper
inside her. I was determined to give her the most raging orgasm
that she would ever have, even if it was on the couch!
"Ah!" I moaned, pounding down on her, making her breasts bounce
and squeezing them between us.
All that mattered now was my pulsating hard shaft inside her cunt.
I held her close to me, and our thighs melted together into one.
From the way my latex covered cock easily slid inside her, I knew
that she was wet with desire for me. I wouldn't disappoint her
either!
"Fuck me!" she cried, "I'm just a slut dancer!"
My tempo increased, and I knew that I was finally there. She
matched me stroke for stroke, as I began to come inside the latex.
My cock pulsed with every orgasm, and I could feel as Gina writhed
in orgasm with mine.
"Aaaah!" we both cried together in orgasm, sweat dripping off us
both onto the couch.
We lay together in silence, with only the sounds of "Love To Love
You Baby" in the apartment. I guessed that in all the excitement,
Sharon had quietly left.
"That was excellent," I said.
"You bet," answered Gina.
Later that night, after watching "Striptease" and making love
again, we lay in bed together, Gina snuggled up close to me.
"Was this the best time you've ever had in a topless bar?" asked
Gina.
"Yes, that was great."
"Want to come back here then - to Bogarts West?"
"Yup. Drinks are pretty expensive though," I pointed out.
"I'm sure that something can be worked out with management," Gina
answered.
I held Gina close to me, happy with everything just then. Saturday
Gina was as good as her word, as we went shopping together for
some sexy clothing. Somehow I just knew that things were going to
be different from now on.
THE END