"Why did you bring me here, Arthur? This is ridiculous!" Arthur and I walked through the front doors getting our wristbands and finding seats. We chose to sit near the front of the stage in the centre. This place wasn't made for someone like me, I felt out of place but since Arthur was with me it made me feel a little better.
"Trust me, you'll love it! Just sit back and enjoy what you see." Minutes later the lights dimmed and people hollered all around us. I felt small and anxious for what might happen, or what could happen to me tonight.
A spotlight was shown on centre stage and a man in a suit walked out, a sly grin on his face and a twinkle in his eyes. He reached for the microphone on the stage and brought his mouth towards it. "Hello Gentlemen, and some naughty ladies out there," we made eye contact and he winked, I felt my face flush in embarrassment. "Before we start the show, we need to talk about some rules first. Rule number one: no verbally and physically insulting and hurting the performers. They are here to treat you to a good time so treat them with a good time as well. Rule number two: do not go up to the performers during the show unless they want you to come. Do not harass them after the show, they do not owe you a good time after the show is finished. The third and final rule is to enjoy yourselves while it lasts, have a good time!" The audience began to clap as the announcer left the stage.
The music started and the first set of performers appeared on stage. My eyes went wide when I saw their outfits, bras, corsets, panties, booty shorts and heels. I leant over and whispered in Arthur's ear. "I seriously hate you right now." A sly smile formed on his lips. "Okay horny girl, I hear you loud and clear."
I slouched in my seat with my eyes squeezed closed, trying to hide away from the "entertainment" happening on stage. Unfortunately for my luck, ten minutes into the show they were looking for eager volunteers to come upon the stage and get danced on. Arthur suddenly to my surprise raised my hand immediately into the air and I gasped in shock. "Arthur no! What are you doing?" I argued as he laughed. A foxy performer swayed her practically naked hips down the stage stairs and seductively walked to where we were seated. A warm hand placed itself gently on my wrist and guided me to the stage, still with my eyes shut.
What was I doing? Arthur went out of his way to cheer me up by well, doing this. It's not exactly what I would have expected from anyone else. However, Arthur on the other hand, this is literally what he would do. Hence the reason we are here right now, and the reason why I'm being pushed down on a chair while a beautiful woman is slowly walking around my chair in circles. As she sits down on my thighs, and I tense. "Hey sweetheart, open your eyes. I'll have you know I'm not that bad looking." I snorted in response. Thank goodness she had a sense of humour, it made me ease up a tad. My eyes opened and I was graced with a face that made my mouth slightly drop open. Her hair was in a dark brown bob cut wig which I assume is for identity protection. The makeup on her face was subtle however her eye makeup was daring yet attractive. The eyeliner wasn't too long; it accentuated her eye shape. The dark red (almost brown) lipstick complimented the dark smokey eye shadow she was wearing.
I broke my admiring gaze and avoided eye contact as she started to snake her right arm to cup the back of my neck as she grounded her hips forward, slowly increasing how far up and deep she grinds onto me. My vulva starts pulsing, I begin to feel a wet sensation in my panties and I can't help but feel embarrassed about how quickly I became aroused. My panting of need and want increases as I began to buck my hips forward, trying to get as close to her as possible. Her hand cups my cheek and her face was suddenly close to mine. "Sweetheart, I'm supposed to be the sexy one here. Remember what the announcer said? Enjoy yourself. That means letting me pleasure you." I felt myself frantically nod, not wanting the grinding to stop. "Okay, okay, I'll stop I promise." The mystery woman smirked and I felt myself becoming alarmingly wet.
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RomanceLacey Moreau puts work over love. She spends all her time working, stressing, and marking her student's English papers. When she has an uncalled for sex dream about a coworker, Lacey and her coworker begin many, awkward and unusual relationships. (...