The Strip - Max

35 / Lap Dance

Same Warning from the last chapter applies... ;)

I shouldn't...

I stood in front of Tyler with my fingertips barely touching his knee as a dangerous craving burned within my core. It wasn't a desire driven by feelings for Tyler. It wasn't a want for him but rather a need for the act. I loved Tyler as a friend, not in the ways that I loved Dan. Within my lifestyle, a hazy line between sex and love made it hard to distinguish one from the other. On the job I often employed theatrics to sell a feeling, pretending to be in love with a client when all that existed was sex. I could do the lap dance and leave without things feeling awkward when I was done. I was sure I could. I had just spent a week with two men I had sex with and their significant others. Working with Tyler after a lap dance wouldn't be an issue.

I spun my body around, facing away from Tyler and leaned forward with my legs straight and slightly spread open. My hair brushed the floor between my feet while my right hand ran up the back of my thigh, while my left hand reached up between my legs, into the crack of my butt before slowly tracing back down over my mound. I arched my back then stepped back between his parted knees and let my hands come to rest on his thighs.

My ass came down on the chair between his legs, then dragged up against his crotch. I pushed against his knees as my hips moved in slow undulations, grinding my body against his. As excitement swelled against my rump my reservations and second thoughts faded into nothing. I leaned back and off to one side while I reached back over my shoulder to caress his face.

In a slow flowing movement, I lifted myself from the chair and started a walk around him, letting my fingers glide over his arms and shoulders as I moved. From behind him I ran my hands down his chest but stopped short of his abdomen before continuing my walk to his left side.

I placed my foot on his knee and let my fingers move slowly over my inner thigh, drawing his eyes towards my crotch, then up over my chest. Suddenly, my foot dropped towards the floor to his right bringing me onto Tyler's lap, facing him. His hands came to my hips to support me. I didn't move them away. Instead, my hands moved up his arms and eventually along the ridge of his jaw, softly caressing his face.

My lips came to his, offering a soft kiss before I settled back and began lifting my shirt. Pulling it clear of my head and hair, my left-hand maintained control of the first item I would shed in that performance. I reached with my right hand to grasp it with both hands then draped it around Tyler's neck, using it to pull his face into my chest.

Tyler moaned as I slowly rolled my hips, pressing my body against the swollen bulge in his pants. I placed my left foot firmly on the floor and lifted myself, kicking my right leg back to land between his feet. I stepped back, pulling my shirt from the back of his neck as I moved away.

With the shirt tossed to the floor behind me I began to work on relieving myself of another item of clothing. With my left hand at my left hip, and my right hand reaching around behind my butt, I held the skirt in place as I released the clasp that held it together. I made a slow turn as I allowed the garment to go slack, bringing my right hand towards my right hip. My ass was revealed while I faced away from Tyler. As I continued to turn back to face him once again, the skirt dropped to the floor.

"Don't look at her!" I heard a woman bark. It seemed my fan a few chairs over wasn't being a good boy. The stomp of a foot cracked the air and startled me and just about everyone except the guy that was misbehaving.

Tyler's eyes darted quickly towards the commotion then returned to me. He's forever vigilant. A lifetime of working in the club had kept him on his toes even when he wasn't on the job.

I continued my performance with another walk around the chair. My ass brushed against Tyler's arm before I kicked my left foot over his legs and came down hard on his lap. I was facing away from him, pressing my butt against him. Grinding into him. Once again, his hands landed on my hips for support. That time, however, I moved them. I leaned back and pulled his hands up to my chest. The feel of his firm grip on my breasts fueled the fire that was raging within my sex. It took all my will to stop myself from stripping naked and fucking Tyler right on that chair.