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Go-Go Club, The
He was such a nice guy. Sometimes his messages were a little strange ... like
when he sent the ones about spanking you. But those were always because you were
naughty. And the idea of getting a spanking excited you. You liked imagining it.
He always just pretended anyway. He just used it as an excuse to get you on his
lap. Was he too shy to just say he wanted you naked in his arms?
Well you were going to find out how shy he is very soon now. You invited him to
meet you downtown for lunch. He suggested Camelot and gave you the address.
Let's see ... 1823 M Street. Here it is ... GOOD LORD! It's a GO-GO place. You
see him standing next to the door. And he walks up to you with a big smile.
He quickly suggests a different place, but explains that Camelot really is a
very nice, clean restaurant. It caters to the business-suit crowd, he explains.
Are you feeling adventurous? Well you've seen go-go places in movies ... like in
Beverly Hills Cop. What makes this place different, you wonder. He talks you
into peeking in the door.
You see a long, narrow room. The place smells clean ... no cigarette smoke or
perfume. The small tables all have linen. And there are quite a few well-
dressed men eating lunch. In the middle of the long room is a small platform. A
very tall, beautiful woman is slowly dancing to a soft popular tune. Very
classy, very nice chassis, and very nude. It certainly is NOT like the raw sex
you always imagined.
Before you can back out, he and the hostess urge you to sit at the table near
the door. He give you the seat with the best view. He takes the seat opposite
you with his back to the dancer. Well, you think, the door is near. But he
better not make any false moves! You grab the menu and stare blindly at it.
He quickly suggests a burger and a beer. You agree with his choice. The waitress
comes to take your order. The music stops.
There is quiet applause for the dancer, which He joins. You look down the room
and see two men standing in front of the platform. Each man tucks a folded bill
into the woman's garter, which is her only item of clothing. She smiles nicely
at them. The next record from the jukebox starts ... and she goes back to her
quiet dance.
After the beer arrives, you start to relax. He is very polite ... and seems
almost amused at you. He explains that another "regular" place would have been
fine with him. He was just seeing how adventurous you were. He is very pleased
at your bravery. Well, he certainly made it easy to have something sexy to talk
about. He draws you into a conversation about women enjoying looking at other
naked women. He notices that your eyes keep shifting to watch the dancer.
When he notices how much you are enjoying the dancer, he excuses himself. He
walks down to the platform and tips her. He spends a moment whispering to her
... and you see both of them look in your direction. She smiles and nods, and he
returns to your table.
"I tipped her for you, and she said say, 'Thank you.'" You see that it is her
last dance. She is slipping on her lace outfit. She helps the next woman get
onto the platform. Then, as the music starts again, she comes over to your table
... and asks you if you would like company. She is twisting a twenty dollar bill
in her fingers ... and you have a strong feeling that she just got it from him.
He motions you forward to whisper in your ear. He says that she loves to party
... and that now is your chance for that "experience" you said you always
dreamed about with Renee. His hand has closed on your arm to pull your ear close
to his lips. His breath is warm against your ear. You are feeling dizzy and
allow him to nuzzle your cheek. You are suspended ... it seems like forever.
From the corner of your eye, you see him reach out to the dancer.
She lets him pull her into the seat next to you. What are you getting yourself
into, you ask yourself, as you slide your mouth around to his. The sudden,
unexpected presentation of an erotic fantasy has thrown you into a pulse-
pounding dream. You were prepared to consider ... and probably reject ... a
pass from him.
But you were not prepared to reject something that you have been reaching for
for years.
As you fall into a passionate kiss with him, the dancer takes your hand. She
slips her fingers between yours, locking hands and palms with you. Then she
pulls your hand toward her and slides both her hand and yours inside her
loose top. She firmly rubs the back of your hand up and down and around her
bare breasts. You can feel her skin clearly. Your thumb is free, and she
encourages you to use it to stroke and squeeze her nipples. She lets go of
your hand, and presses it against her breasts until you continue your touches
on your own power.
At the same time, her other hand reaches over to you. Her hand explores your
breasts ... finds your nipple ... and begins to milk you. You cannot breathe.
You cannot think. Everything is a haze as you become lost in an erotic fantasy.
You can't get enough of his mouth as you kiss intimately and deeply with him.
You can't get enough of touching this dancer's large breasts and swollen
nipples. Her freed hand has slid under your skirt between your thighs while the
other continues to stroke and squeeze and pull your nipple over and over. And
his hand has slipped down your arm and has begun doing the same with your other
breast. Under the table, his knee has pressed between yours ... enough to keep
them apart for the dancer to reach your dripping pussy.
You finally come up for air. Her fingers in your pussy did not satisfy you. You
want more! You want to get naked and get into bed with her. And with him. You
want to feel his cock inside you.
What happened? This started out as a simple lunch date. You were going on a
blind date with someone from the boards. It was only supposed to be a hamburger
and a few laughs. Now, all of a sudden, you know you are not going back to work.
You will go wherever he says.
He and the dancer whisper for a moment. Then she leaves. He asks you if you have
time to drop by her apartment upstairs. Upstairs? He explains that the dancers
often work for tips, room and board. She is going on break now, and asked he to
invite you to join her. Oh why does it have to be so easy? Why couldn't it be a
tough decision? So you could say No? He sees your temptation. He leans close and
tells you that the dancer is waiting. She is on her bed waiting for you.
That was too much. You silently nod yes. He drops a few bills on the table to
pay for lunch. Then he takes your hand and pulls you towards the back of the
restaurant. You follow blindly. He stops with you at the platform and whispers
to the new dancer there. You are only a foot away... and you can see her pussy
peeking through her trimmed bush. Is the dancer upstairs naked? You hope so.
The stairs are narrow and dim. Halfway up, he stops. He pulls you close ... and
kisses you. It is a shy kiss. He lets you lead it into more passion. You search
for his tongue with yours.
He lets you rub your body against his. You lean back against the wall, and pull
him to you. He leans into you with his weight. You can now feel the hardness of
his cock pressing against your thigh through his pants. You slide over and press
your pussy hard against it. It feels so good.
"Do you trust me?" he asks. Trust him? What does he mean? "Do you know I won't
harm or hurt you in any way?" he asks. Of course, you reply. Why? "She wants
to tie you up. But I won't let her unless you trust me. You have to be sure!
If we play this game with you, we won't untie you when you ask. We won't untie
you when you beg. We won't untie you until she is ready. But only if you trust
me. Do you?"
You search his eyes, heart pounding. NO! Not that! You tell him that you don't
know him well enough. You just met. He nods, OK. And he takes your hand to lead
you back downstairs. Wait! What about the dancer? He explains that this is her
place. If you are not ready for her game, you won't be asked to play. Wait! you
ask. You are torn between the excitement and the fear. You waver for a long
time. But he didn't have to warn you. If he wanted to hurt you, he would have
tricked you. OK. You don't say anything ... you just take his hand and pull him
back up the stairs. Your heart is pounding.
There is a long hall at the top of the stairs, with quite a few doors. He
leads you to a door marked with the number 6. He knocks quietly. The light
from the peephole is blocked for a long moment by someone on the other side.
The door opens.
The room inside is very neat. It is decorated with murals and posters
depicting erotic scenes, but nothing blatant or pornographic. There is a large
bed piled high with colorful pillows, a couch and armchair, dressers, and so
on. It's just an ordinary place. You almost expected a dungeon ... but this
place looked normal.
He puts his finger to his lips, motioning you to be silent. The dancer is
smiling in anticipation. Her hand strays to her crotch for a second, as if to
catch a drip of moisture trickling out. She suddenly nods, more at herself than
at you. She made up her mind. He nods back and hugs you. "Are you ready for some
fun?" he asks. Your heart starts pounding again! Weakly, you nod.
The dancer steps close to you and nuzzles your neck. Her hand delicately moves
upward from your hip to your breast. She allows you to hug her for a moment,
while she fondles you. You can hear her breathing in your ear. As she gets
herself more excited, she begins to get more insistent in her probing. She rubs
herself up and down against your body, forcing you back against the door behind
you. You look over her shoulder and see that her other hand is stroking the
front of his pants.
Suddenly she stops. "Tie her up!" she commands him. He looks at you, waiting for
your nod. "Last chance to back out," his eyes are saying. But the dancers hands
had a strong effect on you. You want more. You hold your wrists out silently, in
a "cuff me" motion. He leads you over to the bed. You are a little surprised
that there is nothing exotic or fancy. He simply stretches you out on your back
in a classic spread- eagle position. There are no special padded cuffs ... just
plain clothesline at the four corners of the bed. When you are secure, the
dancer says, "Now you," to him.
Aren't they going to undress you? Apparently not. Both of you are still fully
dressed when he carefully lays down on top of you. He supports most of his
weight with his elbows and knees. But his body is very firmly against yours. You
can feel his hardness against your inner thigh. He smiles shyly, and kisses you.
At that moment, the dancer brings more cords up and ties him to the same
corners. You realize that whatever happens now, he is in the same fix you are
in. This dancer better be nice, or he is in BIG trouble with you. He can move
around a little ... even get up on hands and knees ... but he can't untie
himself. "Now. Up!" the dancer commands. He lifts himself as far as he can and
looks down at you. The dancer begins to unbutton your blouse.
When your blouse has been opened, she slides one hand inside your bra and begins
to caress and stroke you. She is kneeling by the side of the bed, watching his
face. You see him begin to look dizzy. You realize what is going through his
head right now; he wishes it was his hand instead of hers. When her hand leaves,
the cup has been pulled down, exposing your breast. "Don't move." She commands
him. She reaches under you and unsnaps your bra. Then she pulls it up around
your neck, exposing your breasts fully to his joyful view.
She moves further down and pulls your skirt up around your hips. Her hand
reaches inside your panty waistband and strokes you delicately. Your moisture
begins to drip and itch, and you slide your hips around trying to find her
fingers. But she never quite touches you where you want it, even though her hand
comes out dripping. She wipes her hand on his mouth. "Kiss her." He drops down
on you and pushes against your open mound. You grind against him as he kisses
your mouth. You can taste your juices. He spends some time nuzzling and sucking
your breasts.
"UP!" she commands. While you were kissing him, the dancer took all of her
clothes off. She is the only one really undressed. She opens his pants. When she
pulls them down around his knees, you can clearly see his bulge through his
briefs. She strokes it slowly, as his eyes begin to roll back in his head. He is
going crazy.
"Do you think he should get any pussy today?" she asks you. You are surprised
that you have a choice, and eagerly nod Yes. She kisses you on the mouth ... on
your bare breasts ... on your exposed belly ... on your damp mound through your
panties. The she tugs your panties down until he can look down at your
nakedness. "Kiss her."
He tries to reach your pussy, but the ropes won't allow it. He settles for a
quick nibble on your exposed nipples. Then he lowers himself against you and
grinds away again. This time, only his underpants separate you as you
eagerly kiss him.
"UP!" she commands. She exposes his cock to you. Her hands stroke him up and
down his long shaft. You can see him clearly. His cock bounces lightly in a
regular pattern. You can tell it is the blood pounding in his veins. She bends
down between you. You can't see, now, but you can tell from the way his eyes are
rolling that she is sucking on him. There are a lot of wet slurping noises. Oh
if only she would let you do that to him!
"OK. Time for some pussy." She says with a big smile. Your hopes soar ... and
are suddenly dashed. She crawls between the two of you, facing you! "Fuck me"
she commands him as she impales herself on his cock. "Suck me" she commands you
as she squeezes her breasts together to get both nipples in your mouth. From her
excited movements, you realize that he has indeed found the mark.
Her moans of pleasure swiftly reach a peak. She bounces wildly against your
face, and throws her hips around in grinding circles for a long time ...
subsiding finally into long, low murmurs. She kisses your face for a while. Then
slides out from between you.
"UP!" she commands him, again. She whispers in your ear, "Now it's your turn."
She begins to stroke your breasts with both hands while kneeling next to your
head. His knees are between your thighs and you rub your legs against his.
Then she straddles your face and lowers her pussy onto your mouth. "Eat me,"
she commands.
So this is what it is like, you realize. And from the taste, you also realize
with joy that he has saved himself for you. There is no trace of semen mixed in
her fragrant juices. Her legs are vibrating with tension next to your ears. As
you suck on her pussy, she falls forward and slips between you and him. You can
feel her pull your panties further down your legs. Then her tongue enters your
yearning love box.
There is a pause in her action on you ... and from her continued gyrations, you
realize what is happening. She is probably sucking on him again. His rocking
motions soon confirm your guess. But the pattern changes soon. She slips aside a
little, and you can feel something pressing against your pussy. It feels good,
and, by wiggling down a little, you realize that you have captured the head of
his cock. But, as you try to get more of it, it is withdrawn.
"Satisfy me first," she says to you over her shoulder. You return your attention
to her. As her excitement builds, you feel her allowing him to enter you again.
It feels so wet and juicy down there that you realize she is licking your pussy
and his cock while he slides in and out. You have waited so long for this! As
her gyrating pussy in your face builds to a climax, she allows him to push
deeper. His cock feels wonderfull ... thick and long. Your own pleasure builds
rapidly. Finally, the three of you all race to the top at the same time in a
long series of pushing and pumping and squirming and grinding and squirting and
rubbing orgasms.
After a while, she unties the two of you. You all lay together in a big pile,
loving and caressing each other. The dancer says, "Next time you won't get yours
so easily. He told me you were a virgin, lesbian-wise, so I came right away.
When you come back, I have a girlfriend named Renee Holmes that will be waiting
for you." She then whispered in your ear, "And you don't have to bring HIM."
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