I've always had a slightly screwed attitude to sex. I love cock too much to be a lesbian but I've always found women attractive. I'm incredibly possessive of boyfriends - I like to think my jealousy is just a sign of my passionate nature - but my hottest wet dreams have always been me and my current boyf enjoying a faceless, nameless woman.
Also even though I have a pretty wild side and happy to get up to all kinds of kinky stuff, I find it quite hard to articulate exactly what I want. Luckily, I'd been seeing this guy Louis for a while and he'd got a pretty firm idea of what I was about. One night, when we were getting pretty hot and heavy, he suggested that we visit a lap-dancing club together.
Sure enough, when we fucked that night we ended up talking dirty about exactly what we'd do should the opportunity arise to take one of the girls home - and he was just as aroused by the idea as I was. Then again, he's male, so that wasn't exactly a surprise.
We picked the lap-dancing club together, deliberately choosing somewhere close to my flat 'just in case'. We'd arranged to meet in a nearby pub; punctuality has never been one of my strong points and I didn't want him spending all him money on overpriced beer in the club - not when there were more fun things we could get for it...
I dressed carefully that night: hold ups, tie-sided knickers (always good if you can remove your underwear without leaving the table) - and one extra surprise for Louis.
But I wasn't going to let him know about it until exactly the right moment.
Rather than dressing sluttily - after all, there would be enough women in red nylon at the club - I went for the business-woman look; a slim-fitting pencil skirt and smart white shirt. My only concession to wantonness was to go bra-less; though that was as much for practical reasons as anything else - ease of access, being all-important.
When I arrived at the bar - only ten minutes late - Louis was waiting. We got a drink and soon, conversation turned to our expectations. I made it clear that, should any of the girls express an interest, I'd be more than willing to play. I stroked his cock under the table as I told him exactly what I wanted, feeling him harden as I whispered a lewd description of licking his arse while he fucked another woman. When I started to describe how much I wanted him to fuck me doggy-style, while she lay underneath us both, licking my clit and his balls, I got the distinct impression that, had I asked, he'd have fucked me right there, right then, regardless of how many people could see us.
"Shall we go?" he asked, gulping back his drink.
"Sounds good to me," I said, "but first, you might want this." I handed him a keyring with two buttons on it. He looked at me, confused.
"It's the control to my wireless toy. I'm wearing it right now - all you have to do is press the button and it'll start to vibrate. And..." I handed him a small package, "Here's one for you."
He looked down at the toy: about the size and shape of a ten pence piece. "Put it on your balls and I can give you a buzz too."
A short trip to the toilets later, for him to sort himself out, and we were on our way, neither of us able to resist the urge to press the remotes en-route. There was a frisson about walking calmly down the street, knowing that we were using toys on each other and no-one else could tell.
When we arrived at the club, the bouncer looked me up and down
"You know what sort of club it is?"
"Yes,"
He nodded us through, but not before giving me a dirty look.
"Twat," I whispered to Louis.
"He probably doesn't think women should be in here unless they're getting naked," Louis replied.
