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carsonshepherd
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Honey123 said:
you could be next you know.... you made the short call list
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waiting on a twin show....
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Honey123 said:
Willow chuckles low and throaty and lifts a long island ice tea from the tray and places it in front of Honey. The glass is cold, the outside beaded with moisture. The drink has been mixed quite strong. She doesn't have a second fan so she just offers her own to the pretty woman. She looks over at the boy stripper and tugs the front of her t-shirt out a little, the worn fabric clinging to her dampening skin. "It's getting warm in here, geesh."
She rolls her shoulders and reaches for one of the glasses on the tray she is neglecting and presses it's cold side to the curve of her neck with a shiver, "They need to turn the air conditioner up, cheap bastards."
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Honey123 said:
Rika got the call back... he's on deck, if he's up to the challenge.
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Dar~ said:
you show us what you have to offer.
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Willow Rain said:
Honey can't help but laugh and agree with Willow, "You're right, but I think it was their plan all the while!"
Taking a sip of her drink, Honey's eyes skim the faces of the other strippers sitting at the bar. A bit disappointed in her act, Honey hopes that her call out to her "twin" helps put her, or them, back in the running.
Opening her purse, she looks at her cell phone. 'No calls!' She shakes her head and tosses it back inside. She swivels back and forth on the bar stool. The show going on before was very hot, so were the three men involved. Hell, everyone here was hot and sexy! The one guy who people were calling "Rhys" seems very interested in her, hell he said he wanted to fuck her. But seeing how he was playing with that gorgeous blonde guy, she doubted that would ever come to fruition.
"Hey, Willow?" Honey calls to the hot little waitress before her. "How about another?"
carsonshepherd said:
Like sweet dew on a morning's blade of grass droplets of anticipation begin to bead my forehead. On my knees I slink towards my waiting patron with a coy, deliberate pace. I lazily scroll my eyes around the room to take in the scene. I begin to balk at the task knowing that all eyes are on me. My innate shyness begins to overwhelm as my legs slow. Seeing the eyes of my waiting master grow with impatience and disappointment instills in me the courage I need. I see his eyes and know I'm only a play thing to his apparent master. I revel in the position. It's what I want, need, demand.
As I approach the denim jeans of my new client I look up with a sly smirk. Like a cat greeting its loyal master I rub my cheek against the gruff denim. The texture on my soft cheek comforts me as much as excites me. I pause to enjoy the view of Carson's fine ass. A lingering look and smile provokes a sharp bark from the apparent top of the two, Rhys.
"Back to work boy. He's mine. You have a job to do, and I suggest you do it."
His sharp tone is shaken by his overwhelming desire. His exterior is betrayed by his stance, by his reactions to my touch on his lover's body. I can tell he wants to watch me fuck him.
Fuck it. Fuck them both. I'm going to have my fun in this little game.
I slowly rise to my feet with a smirk of my own, intentions of my own. I stand calmly behind Carson and begin to rub his shoulders gently and warmly. His tension melts under my soft, inviting touch as I delight in the tenderness of his skin. His breath skips for just a moment, unaware that he might actually enjoy me. I lean in close to his neck and brush my lips to the soft skin. I inhale his scent deeply and sigh with a contented relief, a much needed release. I graze the tip of my nose along his lower lobe as I whisper softly, "Relax. You're going to enjoy this." A slight chuckle of arrogance and disbelief escapes his lips. "I'm not asking. I'm telling. You are going to enjoy this, enjoy me." I release the shy spirit holding back my true desires and melt into the primal calling that demands to be set free. My body tight and wanting. My mind fevered with thoughts of sin and lust. My heart beating with jackhammer force. I press in tight to Carson's back side. My hips buck instinctively into him my head tilts back with passion and ecstasy. A small moan forces its way out of my barely parted lips.
I feel the heat build between our two bodies and I know that he wants it as much as I. I sense though that he's holding back. He doesn't want to give in to his true desires. Perhaps I can change that. I release him, spin him, and thrust my lips into his. I grab the back of his head and press him hard into me. I part his lips hungrily with my tongue as I relish his rose lips. I eagerly explore his opening as I brush my hands trough his hair. I feel his tongue begin to accept the invitation of my lips as his tongue slithers past mine in a wonderful sensation. His hands firm at his side being to loosen as he rubs my leg gently. I lower my hands to his shoulders as I eye a chair behind him. I break our lip lock and thrust him down into the chair.
His look of surprise pleases me as I begin to lower myself on to him. I grind hard into his thick bulge as I begin to rub his chest vehemently. His excitement becomes apparent against my hard cock. His zipper bursts as his body demands release. I slide my hand under his buttoned shirt and rub greedily his hard nipples. I feel his heart racing under my touch, his eyes glazing with delight, his breath shallow. I savor his reaction.
Needing to see his glistening chest I pop the buttons with the backs of my hands. Fuck his shirt. He can fix it later. I need him now. His bucking hips tells me that he needs the same. He presses hard into the crack of my ass. I rock my hips hard into him.
I gaze deep into his eyes. I want to speak, but my eyes say all that needs to be said. Silent communication conveys our mutual want, our desire, our need to be thoroughly fucked and used, bodies worn and abused, with no energy left afterwards to even speak.
His pecs toned and firm invite my mouth to taste, to explore. I give in completely to my desire and loose all consciousness of presence. Now it is only Carson in this chair, and me in his lap. I lick his chest and work my way down his stomach. I reach his waist and begin to unzip his pants, wanting to taste his excited cock. I begin to reach into his unzipped jeans when I snap back to the room by the voice of his partner in crime.
"Boy, I said a lap dance. No more."
Carson pants as he looks disappointed in Rhy's decision. My breath fails to return to me as I force myself up from Carson's lap. Lowering my head in disbelief and dissatisfaction I wait for more instructions, if any.
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Honey123 said:
The lean sexy boy squirming on his knees before the other man is very distracting and it takes Willow a moment to realize that Honey is talking to her. Her gaze lingers on the long back of the bent boy before it shifts to the the pretty woman. She pushes away from the stool she was leaning against, the back of her shirt stuck to her, outlining the hollow of her lower back.
"Sure thing, Doll." She wipes the back of her hand across her forehead and steps to the bar. The surface is scarred and she slides her fingers over it's familiar texture as she reaches for a fresh napkin. The cherries taunt her and she steals a vibrantly red one, popping it's sweatness into her mouth.
Damp tendrils of her hair cling to her neck, one snaking up around her throat under her chin. The music is thumping and loud, she can feel it vibrate in her back. The bartender winks at Willow saying something under his breath as he slides another long island iced tea to her. She snorts and flips her hair onto her back as she turns away from him, "I'm not getting her drunk. She's getting her drunk."
Her catlike smile is for Honey as she makes her way through the tables. She cants one hip standing in front of her just looking at her. Her lips quirk and she drops her voice to a purr, "Thirsty?" Extending the glass toward the woman, she sweeps the edges of her fingers slowly down the side of the glass causing a row of frigid droplets to fall onto Honey's thighs, bright spots of cold in the hot room.
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Standing backstage watching all the others do their second audition is making me even more nervous. They are all so good.
I know I am going to have to be pretty damned original to even make it to the next audition, especially after that boy. Thank God he's not competition for the job, he's for the other half of the bar.
I hear my name called and I step into the light. The boy walks by me with a confident smirk. He really thinks he's all that and a bag of dorittos.
Suddenly, I feel very scared. I hope I know what I'm doing. The men's suit vest and daisy dukes felt a whole lot more appropriate when I was in front of the mirror at home. A place like this called for something with style. "okay, deep breathe, I can do this," I mutter under my breath.
I pay attention as you start to speak. Use the pole, show you what I can give the customer, alright. This I can do.
Waiting for the music to start, I breathe deeply and focus on how sexy I know I look. I hope you think so too.
The music starts. I take a moment to let the music sink into my skin, into my body. Slowly I start to roll my hips to the beat. I'm so glad you picked something fast. I feel much sexier with a beat. With one leg in front of the other, I roll my hips forward and then back imagining that I am on top of the man I love and fucking him hard. God, I am turning myself on. With the underlying beat in the music I rock them around in a tight circle the snap straight and walk briskly in time with the music, to the center of the stage. Once there I look into the my imagined audience, run my hands along my stomach to the vest, tear it open and fling it off.
My hips once again start rolling as I lean back against the pole and slide against it down and then up very slowly in time with the beat of a solitary drum. I find myself wondering if you are as turned on as I am. Standing once more, I try to find you in the audience as I bend to the ground and slide my hands over my leg, thigh, cunt, breast and finally, I suck my finger into my mouth. Sucking like I imagined sucking you off.
Turning, I grab the pole and hook one leg around. When the seam of my shorts press against my cunt, I gasp. I hope you don't notice (or that you do.) I am really wet. I feel the moisture in my slit as I twirl my body around the pole.
Before the close of the song, I find myslef hungry for someone to touch and I strut down the stairs at the end of the stage and find you.
A mean guitar solo is going on and I sashay myself to you until I am right in front of you. "what am I doing?" I question myself, but I am too turned on to not finish. Facing away from you I pop the button to my shorts and bend to remove them from my legs. My moist slit only inches from your face. "maybe he'll touch me" I hope.
I stand and turn ducking down to my knees in front of you and open the button on your jeans. I can feel how hard you are and my God if it doesn't make me even more sure of what I am doing. I lower my face to your bulge and catch the zipper tab between my teeth, I slide it down allowing your cock to spring free. It's wide and nice. My mouth is watering at the thought of how it would feel in my mouth. As I reach up and wrap my hands around you, you stop me and call out "Next Dancer!"
On wobbly legs I stand prepared for you to tell me to leave. Instead you ask me to sit down and have a drink after I gather my things.
I know I am going to have to be pretty damned original to even make it to the next audition, especially after that boy. Thank God he's not competition for the job, he's for the other half of the bar.
I hear my name called and I step into the light. The boy walks by me with a confident smirk. He really thinks he's all that and a bag of dorittos.
Suddenly, I feel very scared. I hope I know what I'm doing. The men's suit vest and daisy dukes felt a whole lot more appropriate when I was in front of the mirror at home. A place like this called for something with style. "okay, deep breathe, I can do this," I mutter under my breath.
I pay attention as you start to speak. Use the pole, show you what I can give the customer, alright. This I can do.
Waiting for the music to start, I breathe deeply and focus on how sexy I know I look. I hope you think so too.
The music starts. I take a moment to let the music sink into my skin, into my body. Slowly I start to roll my hips to the beat. I'm so glad you picked something fast. I feel much sexier with a beat. With one leg in front of the other, I roll my hips forward and then back imagining that I am on top of the man I love and fucking him hard. God, I am turning myself on. With the underlying beat in the music I rock them around in a tight circle the snap straight and walk briskly in time with the music, to the center of the stage. Once there I look into the my imagined audience, run my hands along my stomach to the vest, tear it open and fling it off.
My hips once again start rolling as I lean back against the pole and slide against it down and then up very slowly in time with the beat of a solitary drum. I find myself wondering if you are as turned on as I am. Standing once more, I try to find you in the audience as I bend to the ground and slide my hands over my leg, thigh, cunt, breast and finally, I suck my finger into my mouth. Sucking like I imagined sucking you off.
Turning, I grab the pole and hook one leg around. When the seam of my shorts press against my cunt, I gasp. I hope you don't notice (or that you do.) I am really wet. I feel the moisture in my slit as I twirl my body around the pole.
Before the close of the song, I find myslef hungry for someone to touch and I strut down the stairs at the end of the stage and find you.
A mean guitar solo is going on and I sashay myself to you until I am right in front of you. "what am I doing?" I question myself, but I am too turned on to not finish. Facing away from you I pop the button to my shorts and bend to remove them from my legs. My moist slit only inches from your face. "maybe he'll touch me" I hope.
I stand and turn ducking down to my knees in front of you and open the button on your jeans. I can feel how hard you are and my God if it doesn't make me even more sure of what I am doing. I lower my face to your bulge and catch the zipper tab between my teeth, I slide it down allowing your cock to spring free. It's wide and nice. My mouth is watering at the thought of how it would feel in my mouth. As I reach up and wrap my hands around you, you stop me and call out "Next Dancer!"
On wobbly legs I stand prepared for you to tell me to leave. Instead you ask me to sit down and have a drink after I gather my things.
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(i believe this thread is habit forming)
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Luna_Wolf72 said:
yeah, no kidding!
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carsonshepherd said:
I must admit though, that I enjoy this particular habit ...
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CharleyH said:O fine, becoming unaddicted! What exactly is this thread about again?
Wishing it coud be sooo easy for me...but this thread is the only *sex* I can get, these days...
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CharleyH said:O fine, becoming unaddicted! What exactly is this thread about again?
Rhys is a strip club impresario, and I am just along to watch.
