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From: an217242@anon.penet.fi (Javahead)
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Subject: REPOST: "Curiousity", by Javahead (mf voy mild)
Date: Fri, 27 Oct 1995 01:04:30 UTC
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########################################################################Contains adult themes, consensual sex. Read at your own risk.Comments and suggestions welcome. Flames cheerfully ignored.Copyright (C) 1995 by JavaheadFor personal use only - if you repost, please include this header.########################################################################Note:This is the first one I've written in a few months. I've had the basicstoryline floating around in the back of my head for some time; Ifinally decided to write it down. I hope you like it.I first posted this a month or two ago. I'm reposting it to coincidewith Celeste's commentary (Celestial Reviews #32)Javahead######################################################################## "Curiousity" by JavaheadI never thought I'd take my wife to a strip joint. She knew I'doccasionally gone to them before we met; a few times she'd evengiven me her own version of a strip act while I told her aboutwhat they were like.But visiting our local club was all Nita's idea - a friend hadmentioned the place, and she was curious, and would it be toomuch trouble to take her to the show? When she batted her eyes,it was too much - as soon as I could quit laughing, I gave in.***The parking lot was crowded; the interior, even more so.Luckily, most of customers wanted as close to the stage aspossible, so we were able to find a booth in one of the backcorners. Only a few heads turned to follow us as we made our wayin. Even Nita's presence couldn't hold their attention for morethan a moment; the dancer on stage was toying with her g-stringas the music built to a climax. A couple of measures later, theg-string landed atop the heap of clothes already on the floor.This dancer was good; as the next song started, she launched intoan energetic routine. One minute she was flirting with a man onone side of the stage; the next, she was doing a rapid spinaround the brass pole mounted at the end of the stage. As thethird verse of the song neared its end, she lowered herself intoa full split, leaning back till her long hair brushed her rearankle and her breasts pointed to the ceiling. She held the splitfor a long count, then flowed back to her feet and began a slowcircle of the stage, collecting tips. Each man along the railgot a moment of her time and a word or two; a few of the moreenthusiastic ones were favored with a wink, a breast passedtantalizingly close, or bare foot placed lightly on a shoulder.As the dancer left the stage to a loud round of applause, Iglanced at Nita. Rather than disapproving, or embarrassed, oranything else I might have guessed, she appeared fascinated.When she noticed me look at her, she gave me a mischievious grinbefore returning her attention to the stage.The dancer that followed was good, but no match for the first.Halfway through the set, I noticed the first was out, still inher (lack of) final costume, dancing in a booth across the room.Nita followed my gaze across, and looked puzzled."What's she doing over there? I thought you told me that notouching was allowed, and she's all over him!""She's lap-dancing. He pays her for it, and she dances in hislap.""But she's *touching* him!""Not with her hands - and he's letting *her* make all thecontact. If he were to put his hands anywhere but her waist,those two large men over by the bar would escort him out."After a moment, Nita grinned. "So it's all under her control?""Yes. As long as she's in control, and it's a *dance*, it'slegal. If he gets to use *his* hands, or she uses *hers* tooclose to his crotch, the bar gets shut down for the night and shegets hauled in for prostitution."Nita grinned again and shook her head. An impish look crossedher face. "Do you suppose . . ."***Since we'd paid for a table dance, the dancer ("call me KittyDelight") wasn't all over me. Quite. Since Nita was sittingwith my arm around her, we were both treated to views as detailedas her doctor probably got. Nita's presence, surprisingly,didn't bother the dancer at all, though she *did* look mildlycurious. The look Nita returned was much more so.Nita took the lead. "Can we offer you a drink?""Since no one else wants me to dance ... well, why not? What doyou want to talk about? I was surprised you two called me over -usually, a couple is all wrapped up in each other.""I'm sure you've heard this before, but I was curious. What's itlike being a dancer?"Rather to my surprise, the two hit it off. Since no one elsewanted her to dance at the moment, Kitty seemed happy, and a bitflattered, to answer Nita's questions. It helped that Nitasounded curious, interested, and not at all judgemental. By thetime the third dancer was on the stage, I might as well have notbeen present - the two women's attention was all on each other.They didn't even look my way when I got up to visit the men'sroom.Coming back, about the time the fourth dancer left the stage, Isaw Kitty leaving our table for the dressing room. As I satdown, Nita slid a piece of paper into a purse before leaningagainst me."What was that?""Just her phone number ... and her real name. She's nice - Imight want to call her sometime. I gave her my number, too.""Real name?" I must have sounded a bit confused.Nita raised an eyebrow sardonically. "Do you think anyone is*really* named 'Kitty Delight'? I don't blame her. Who'd wantthe publicity in her off-hours?"***We watched a while longer. After two more dancers, "Kitty" wasback on the stage. To my eyes, she was by far the most skilledof the six. The men surrounding the stage seemed to agree - hertips were much larger than they'd given any of the others, andshe was doing her third straight lap dance when we left.Nita was bubbling over as we drove home, reporting the thingsKitty had told her about dancing, and working conditions, and thepay, and ... I was not at all surprised when she dragged me intothe bedroom as soon as we reached home.***Voicemail is a mixed blessing - people can leave messages foryou, but you can't ask them any questions. And Nita's message,though clear, left far more questions than answers."Hon, I've been talking to Kitty, and heard somethinginteresting. Be at the club at 9 PM tonight. Sit at the tiprail. I'll meet you there, but I might be a little late. Loveyou, honey."Fortunately, it was already after 5, so I didn't have too long towonder what Nita had planned. Rather than go home, I workedanother couple of hours before leaving for dinner. I pulled upoutside the club only a few minutes early.***Since it was a Friday night, the parking lot was a zoo. Somehow,I managed to find a parking place and headed inside. Even thoughthe interior was packed, enough people were sitting in the boothsthat there were still a couple of seats open at the tip rail. Iclaimed one of them just as the next dancer came on. I wasn'ttoo surprised to find it was Kitty.Though she was just as skillful as I remembered, her act hadn'tchanged. Still, I enjoyed it, and gave her a generous tip. Igot several envious stares from other patrons when she stopped totalk with me on the way out.Even though it was live, our conversation was about asinformative as Nita's message had been."Where's Nita?", I started out."She'll be here in a couple of minutes. I asked her to do mefavor.""What-""Oops! Sorry, I've got to run. Later!"I shrugged. I'd just ask Nita when she showed up. It was only acouple of minutes, and Nita's usually punctual. I took a sip ofmy drink and tried to be patient.Just as the clock on the wall pointed to 9 PM, the next dancerwas announced. I was distracted enough to miss the first fewwords of the introduction, but I caught most of it."...a young lady dancing here for the first time. From theexotic reaches of the Far East, please welcome *Jasmine*!"I grinned as things started to fall into place. The longer Nitaand I've been together, the more I've been attracted to women whoresemble her. Kitty must have told her about the new dancer, andshe wanted to see my reaction. Knowing Nita, she was probablywatching me through the security camera or from a gap in thecurtain leading to the dressing room.No, not the dressing room - the curtain swung wide for a momentas Jasmine came on stage. I shifted my attention and watched hercome on stage.Even though the little of her face that I could see looked eastAsian, her costume looked more like something from the ArabianNights, hinting at a slender figure underneath without putting iton display. Even the veil didn't seem out of place.It might have been her first night here, but she certainly knewwhat she was doing - she was nearly as skillful as Kitty. Thoughshe'd shed the long outer cloak at the beginning of the firstsong, it took her till the end of the second to work her way downto a silken loincloth and an oversized scarf tied round herbreasts. Amazingly, she still wore the veil. My earlier guessat a slender figure was confirmed. With her veil in place, shewas nearly Nita's twin.The feeling grew even stronger as the scarf drifted to the floor.Her small breasts were capped with dark gumdrop nipples just like- Nita's! She must have been watching my face carefully; amoment later she lifted the veil long enough to give me a grin,but it only confirmed what I already knew. My wife - my shy,easily embarrassed wife - was the featured dancer. More, she was*good* at it.Somehow, I brought my face back under control, and even returnedher grin, but my thoughts were still a tangled mess. Was Iupset, or angry? To my surprise, no. Confused, curious, andeven - admit it! - aroused, but not upset. I settled down toenjoy the rest of her dance. She *was* good, and she made sure Iknew it.She was directly in front of me when her hand slid to the knotholding her loincloth in place and teased at it. Her eyes werequestioning. I doubt if anyone else even noticed my slight nod;a moment later the knot came undone and the loincloth, too, slidto the floor. I'll admit that I gaped like everyone else - wehad reason.I've always told Nita that she has one of the loveliest pussiesin the world, as well formed and delicately colored as a flower.Apparently, the rest of the men agreed with me. We all had anexcellent view - sometime today she had shaved herself smooth.Combined with the veil she still wore, it made her even morenaked and vulnerable.After a pause to let us all catch our breath, her dance resumedat a faster pace. Her technique on the pole was amazing - shespun about it so fast that her long hair flew behind her like asilky flag. And when the song reached its end she slid into asplit nearly as deep as Kitty had managed.The applause was thunderous, and the tippers enthusiastic. Islid a ten dollar bill over the rail and waited for her to workher way around to me.Her eyes widened when she saw the size of my tip, and she placeda bare foot on my shoulder as she bent over to thank me. Themotion spread her inner lips slightly; I got a glimpse ofglistening pink and a whiff of musk. Apparently, I wasn't theonly one aroused by her dance.Her voice was steady, though. "Go claim that far corner booth andbuy a lap dance ticket. I'll be out in a few minutes and we cantalk while I dance for you."***Ticket in hand, I slid into the booth. As soon as the nextdancer took the stage, Nita left the dressing room and headedtowards me. Despite her advance warning, it threw me slightly.She was still dressed - undressed? - as she had been at the endof her last song. Even with a new dancer on stage, and Kittylap-dancing across the room, several heads turned as she went by.Though she slid into my lap boldly enough, I suspected that shewas nervous. I gave her my most reassuring grin; it must haveworked, because she lowered her veil and started dancing alongwith the music. Though not as polished as her stage show, herlap dance showed a certain amount of professionalism."Are you angry with me?" Contradicting her bold front, her voicewas small and frightened."No. Surprised, a little shocked. Confused most of all. What'sgoing on here? How long have you been planning it?""I didn't. Not till today, anyhow. You know how I got Kitty'sphone number? And you know how much it turns you on when I playstripper for you? I had asked her if she would give me lessons.For the last few weeks, I've been practicing with her mostmornings."Though she'd sounded more confident at first, her voice grewsmaller and smaller as she went on. It would only take one wrongremark to hurt her. I cautiously picked my next words, tryingfor a light tone."And today?" Thankfully, I sounded amused."The manager called while I was at her place. He was in a panic- three of the girls had gone up to the mountains for the day,and had their car break down. They couldn't get back in time -and he already had one girl off this weekend to visit her mom.He asked Kitty if she knew anyone who could fill in - if theycouldn't find *someone*, they'd have only two girls for theevening shift.""And you volunteered?""And I *was* volunteered! I didn't know whether to strangle heror die of fright when she gave him my name!""But you're here, sweetheart. How'd she talk you into it?""When she pointed out that I looked as *horny* as I did*scared!" She emphasized her point by grinding her groin intomine. "You, too, it feels like." I've always loved her laugh.I ran an eye down her body. Going by her swollen nipples and theway she was rubbing her mound against me, she wasn't kiddingabout feeling aroused."Planning on changing careers?" I wasn't sure if I could handle*that*, and my voice must have shown it."No! Just till closing tonight. Can you cope with that?" Shesounded almost pleading."For tonight." I laughed at my own eagerness. "Dance up a storm- I'll be your biggest fan.""Will you be jealous if I lap dance for someone else? I had twomen ask for me on the way over here.""As long as you come home with me, it'll just turn me on more."She gave me an impish grin. "Me, too! Love you, darling!" Sheraised her veil and slid from my lap as the song ended.***I didn't get another chance to talk to her for the rest of theevening. With only three dancers instead of the usual six, theywere only off stage for twenty minutes at a time - and she hadn'tbeen joking about men wanting her to dance for them.Since my tip rail seat had been taken, I stayed in the booth.From here, I could watch the crowd as well as the dancers onstage. I was impressed - she danced as professionally, andnearly as athletically, as Kitty. And now that she wasn't afraidof making me jealous, she flirted just as skillfully, too.I was pleased, and flattered, when I realized that she was reallyplaying for an audience of one: me. Her most dramatic moves onstage, and her most enthusiastic lap dances, were angled to giveme a clear view. With the short off-stage times, the dancers hadtheir pick of several offers for each lap or table dance theycould do. Somehow, all of the ones she accepted were close towhere I was sitting.That isn't to say that she was cheating her customers, though; ifanything, my presence seemed to spur her on. Several even headedto the men's room afterward; I wasn't certain whether it was to -um - relieve themselves or to clean up. I could understand why;if I had been any more aroused, *I* would have needed to cleanup.***As closing time neared, the crowd thinned slightly. I was able toreclaim my seat along the tip rail. Up close, I could tell thatshort rest time was beginning to tell on the dancers. Thoughthey were dancing as energetically as ever, even Kitty wascovered by a thin sheen of sweat, while Nita gleamed like apolished bronze statue. I was nearly as impressed with herendurance as the blatant sexuality of her dance.Finally, the last set was announced. Rather than continuing therotation, all three dancers bounded from the dressing room - andthey were already nude. They seemed determined to end on a highnote - they threw everything they had into their finalperformance. By the end of their dance, I was amazed they hadenough energy left to stand.I split my remaining cash three ways, giving each of them ahealthy tip. Kitty and "Jasmine" must have told the third girlwho I was - all three had given me far more than my fair share ofattention. I felt amply repaid when the trio hugged me in thanks- and was distracted enough I almost didn't hear Nita's whispered"Wait for me at the bar."***Now that the dancers were gone, the crowd thinned rapidly.Though it couldn't have been much more than twenty minutes, I wasthe only customer left by the time Nita came out of the dressingroom.Though she'd changed into a short sundress, she hadn't been ableto shower - as she came closer I could smell a mixture of freshsweat and musky woman. I could see part of her costume pokingfrom the top of her handbag.Short as the wait had been, I was nearly blind with frustratedlust. After her performance, my only coherent thought was to gether home *now*. Thankfully, she seemed impatient as I - shenearly dragged me to the door."What took you so long?""Waiting to get my pay from the manager. Where's the van? Kittybrought me in so that I could ride home with you."She ran ahead of me the last few steps; by the time I got there,she had the rear passenger door open and was climbing in. Shewas sliding the sundress off before I had the door all the wayclosed. It was all she had on.Her urgency was raw, animal. As soon as I had my pants down, shepushed me onto my back and mounted me. She was slick enough thather first thrust buried me within her hilt-deep, grinding herbald pussy against my pubic bone. She held my hands so tightlyon her bare breasts that I half-expected her to be bruised. Notthat either of us cared, at this point. Finesse, gentleness,caution were all irrelevant. This wasn't lovemaking - this wasfucking, plain and simple.In the darkness of the parking lot, the smoked glass windows gaveadequate privacy. Not that it mattered, really; by now, wewouldn't have noticed a standing-room-only audience. And ifthere had been anyone close enough to notice how the van wasmoving, we would have had one. We both lost ourselves in themoment, the familiar textures, scents, and sounds of sex.I whimpered; despite my best efforts to hold back, I could feelmy orgasm nearing. A moment later, it overwhelmed me. It seemedto be all that Nita needed to send her over the edge - I heardher scream as she ground her cunt against me a final time beforecollapsing.***Neither one of us spoke much for the first few miles of the drivehome. Finally, though, Nita recovered enough to start countingher tips for the night. I chuckled when I heard a gasp."How much?""Three hundred something - almost four hundred dollars." Shesounded amazed. "They must have liked me.""Thinking of taking it up full time?""It's tempting, isn't it? But I don't think so. I was nearly asscared as I was turned on out there - I don't think I could havemanaged it without the veil."I laughed. "You must have been *really* scared, then!""Mmm. Yes." She giggled. "But I intend to keep on practicing.""That's fine, but why?""Don't you remember? I still owe you a *private* performance."
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