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The Longest Dance
   Copyright 2002 - 2006 Rachael Ross all rights reserved Story Codes: F/F,
M/F, Exhibition, Watersports, Rough, BDSM, Consensual This story has been
split for convenience into 3 parts.  See Part 1 for additional information.
   The Longest Dance by rache
   Part 2
   Sure enough, Jen was doing a lap dance for one of the guys almost before
she could sit down.  She motioned to Donna who was nearby and got her to
take care of the bill, the guy was putting it on his expense account
probably.  Then she moved the guy back, getting a little room to work with.
Everyone knows what a lap dance is, although rules can vary from place to
place, and according to what the dancer is willing to do.  Around here the
girl could get fully naked, basically do whatever she wanted around the
customer, touching him if she wanted, but he couldn't touch her, except
maybe to kiss a nipple or other body part if Jen offered.  Hands were a
no-no though, even if she dry humped the bulge in his pants until he
exploded...no hands.
   One of the bouncers, in this case it was Greg, who usually hung out by
the DJ booth, moved a little closer.  He wouldn't do anything unless Jen
needed him.  The bouncers hated lap dances with a passion, because
sometimes it was hard to tell when the girl was dancing, and when she was
trying to signal for help.  So the usual signal was a slap across the
customer's face, followed quickly by the rest of his body meeting the
parking lot.  But that was pretty rare, mostly the customers knew the
rules.
   The guy must have been tipping good because I watched Jen, just wearing
her thong, straddle the guys legs facing him.  She hooked her knees around
the plastic chair and leaned back against the table, pulling her thong to
the side and playing with her cunt while he stared down at her.  Then she
pushed herself back up and did a grind against him, while he moved just a
little, but mostly he just sat there and smiled dumbly.  She moved around,
rubbing her breasts along his chest, up his face, squeezing his nose
between her tits.  She did everything but pull out his cock and fuck him,
and it must have been a good 10 minutes or so before she was done with the
guy.  She dressed in front of him slowly and picked up her tray and the
empty glasses, taking some money from the guy's friend for another round.
   "Whew!  It's warm." Jenny's body shone with perspiration.  "I needed
that!" She laughed and her bright blue eyes twinkled.  "I need another
pitcher and another tea, please."
   "How much did you get?" I asked.
   "Just 20 for a tip, but that's okay, they're nice enough." The assholes
get much shorter dances, tip or no tip.  "I got the next set.  You should
come over and sit down with us!" Jen smiled at me.  "Keep em warm while I
dance."
   I shook my head.  "Nah, I'm a wall flower tonight." I shrugged.  "I
gotta take off pretty soon anyway."
   "Oh please?  Come on.  Rache, God you look like you could use some
company." She was tugging at my arm.  "You can catch a ride with me, Greg's
driving."
   Jen didn't have a car, in fact only a couple of the girls did, but they
had a little carpool thing going anyway.  Greg or Rambo, or sometimes Doris
would drive Jen home after work and she'd chip in for gas, or maybe
something more for the guys, but I wasn't sure and I wouldn't ask.  It
would have been rude.
   "Oh, God, all right.  Jenny..." I was laughing, but it wasn't entirely
genuine.  I didn't even work there, I wouldn't make anything.  Nothing on
drinks, anything resembling a tip would go to the club, no lap dances, no
sex.  I couldn't hook.  If the guys wanted to buy me a drink though...it
was 10 bucks.  I was in some weird quasi-entertainer land, neither a
stripper nor a customer.  I'd just be...Rachael.
   Jenny didn't use a fake name, and I didn't either, at least not around
there.  I didn't really need to, I seriously doubted anyone was going to
stalk me or anything, and besides, if I needed to I could say my real name
was Brenda.  Making Rachael my fake name and that would confuse the hell
out of anyone!  I left my coat at the bar, hanging onto my purse, and
followed Jenny as she carried her tray, Doris had put another coke on it
for me, so it wouldn't look like I was out begging.  Nothing worse than
sitting down with a stranger and asking him to buy me a drink, in that club
or any club, I hated it and I wouldn't do it.
   Jenny was putting the drinks down, smiling at the two men and
introducing me.  "Jeff, Rich, this is my best friend, Rachael.  I thought
maybe she could sit with us." She was giving them her best smile and they
nodded quickly.
   "Oh yeah, sure.  Hi Rachael, hi..." They were both talking.  "Any friend
of Jenny's...hahaha."
   "Hi, guys!" I smiled too, we were all so happy!  I sat down next to
Jeff, while Jen sat down next to Rich, the guy who'd gotten the lap dance,
so they were between us.
   "You men be nice now, because Rachael doesn't work here, okay?  She's
just paying me a visit because I haven't seen her in so long!" Jen's eyes
were laughing as she looked at me.
   "Oh, uh sure." Jeff looked at me anew.  A moment before they'd been
staring at me like I was a roast beef sandwich, thinking I was a dancer,
now it was like I was someone different entirely, someone they might
actually have a chance with.  "So what do you do, Rachael?"
   "I'm a student, college.  How about you guys?" Jeff and Rich were from
Kansas, they worked for Boeing, which I guess has a factory there or
something.  Anyway, it was nice knowing where they were from, because I was
going to be from someplace else, no matter what.
   They were nice enough though, Jen was right about that.  Late 30's the
both of them, a little waistline, but not bad.  Nice faces, not remarkably
handsome, but they didn't hurt the eyes either.  We all made small talk, me
playing the innocent to Jen's lewd innuendo, but that was part of her job,
keep them horny and they'd keep spending money.  Jeff bought me another
coke and did a little touching, but not much, just a hand on my bare thigh
every now and again, or on my hand, my wrist, when he made a point.  Jen
and the other dancers were off limits, but not me, although I had no doubt
Rambo and Greg would come running if I needed them.
   Remarkably enough I did find myself relaxing and enjoying myself.  Jeff
and Rich were funny when they were a little drunk and they made a good
team. I found myself sitting closer and closer to Jeff, leaning in to hear
his deep voice over the music and looking into his eyes every now and
again, trying to figure out what color they were in that soft lighting.
   Jen announced she needed to go change so she could dance the next set.
Candy was just finishing up hers and Jeff gave me a ten dollar bill.  "Why
don't you go give her a tip for us, Rachael." I smiled and nodded, going to
the stage and smiling up at Candy.  She moved closer so she was right in
front of me, squatting down and smiling as she thrust her shaven pussy
towards my face.  It was sweet and pink, with a little gold ring through
the hood of her clit.  Her lips were hanging out a little and I licked my
lips.
   There was a narrow table top, like a long counter, that ran completely
around the stage for customers to put their drinks and money on.  I sat on
a stool and turned around, so my back was to it, folded the 10 dollar bill
in half height-wise so it was long and stiff and put it between my teeth. I
leaned backwards, so my head rested on the stage itself and looked up while
the guys around us clapped and whistled.  Candy danced around me a moment
and then turned to show her tight round ass as she lowered her pussy to my
mouth.  The lovely Venezuelan rubbed between her legs as she made a show of
almost, but not quite, touching my mouth with her cunt, then she took the
money between her fingers and stood back up slowly.
   I seriously thought she was going to rub me, but she was such a tease. I
think she was waiting for my tongue too, and when I sat back up we laughed
at each other.  Candy blew me a little kiss as I walked back to Jeff and
Rich.  They were all smiles, giving me a little applause and I giggled and
gave them a little curtsy.  I sat back down, between them this time as we
waited for Jen to come out.  They were both grinning and it wasn't long
before I felt a hand on each of my thighs, Jeff on my right and Rich on my
left.
   "You looked pretty comfortable giving that girl her tip." Rich said and
I nodded, laughing.
   "Yeah, she's my sister."
   "Really?" He asked me, and his warm gentle hand moved a little higher,
slipping down towards the inside a little.
   "That's what people say." I looked at him, smiling and spreading my legs
a little because Jeff was doing the same thing with his hand.  "What do you
think?"
   "I think I'd like an invitation to your next family reunion!" Rich
chuckled and leaned closer, whispering in my ear.  "You're the hottest girl
in here."
   I gave him a little look, cocking my head like 'Yeah right.' but instead
I just laughed at him.  "How much have you been drinking?"
   "Too much!" Jeff suddenly jumped in and his mouth was next to my ear
too. "How come you don't dance?" He asked me.
   "Because I want to be able to leave when I feel like it."
   "Do you feel like leaving?" Jeff squeezed my leg almost hard enough.
   "That depends on where you want to go." I put my hand on his leg then,
giving him a little sly grin.
   "What about me?" Rich asked and his fingertips brushed over my panty
covered slit.
   "What?" I looked back and forth at them.  "Are you guy's Siamese twins
or something?"
   "Huh?" Jeff looked momentarily confused and it made me laugh.
   "Well, no." Rich admitted, obviously figuring he was going to get left
out of whatever was going to happen.  He looked decidedly unhappy right
then.
   "That's too bad." I gave the lump in his trousers a squeeze.  "I hate
making decisions."
   "Uh, oh...well..." He saw a ray of hope.  "So where are we going?"
   I looked at Jeff and Rich looked at me, then he looked at Jeff.  I
laughed.  "You guys, behave now, Jen's gonna dance.  And tip nice, huh? 
She needs some new shoes."
   I massaged both of their cocks through their pants while they played
tiddlywinks on my pussy.  It felt pretty good and I was damp by the time
Jen was finishing her first song.  She smiled at us and wagged her finger
when she saw they'd just about pulled my skirt around my waist in their
enthusiasm.  Rich gave me another 10 dollars to tip Jenny with, but I shook
my head.
   "Uh-uh, your turn!" I laughed at him and he grinned, walking up to the
stage and Jenny pulled her panty away from her pussy so he could slide the
folded bill across her slit.  Then she pulled his head close, whispering
something.  Jen danced away and Rich came back chuckling.
   "What did she say?" Jeff asked.
   "She said we should take Rachael someplace and, uh..." He glanced at me
and decided to just say it.  "And fuck her brains out."
   "Oh?  Did she?" I made a little face, like 'yikes!' and giggled.
   "She said you if uh, resisted, we're supposed to tie you down and rape
you." Rich went on, looking both nervous and excited at the same time.
   "You guys ever raped a girl before?" I looked from Rich to Jeff and back
again, shaking my head and laughing.  These guys didn't look like they
could even hurt my feelings.
   Rich and Jeff looked at each other.
   "Well, I'm not going to just let someone fuck my brains out, so...sorry
guys." I got up, giving them both little pats on their thighs and smiling
at Jenny as she watched with her legs wrapped around the pole in the center
of the stage.  "You guys change your mind, you might catch me before my bus
gets here...otherwise..." I shrugged.
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   "Aw, don't take off.  We're just getting started." Jeff held my wrist,
not to tightly, just enough to slow me down as I started getting up.
   "Yeah, why do you have to go, Rache?" Rich still had a hand on my thigh.
   "I gotta get my beauty sleep, guys." I smiled.  "I'm gonna be a movie
star."
   "You don't need any sleep, girl, you're fine the way you are!  Come on,
just wait for your friend, okay?  Have another drink." Rich pushed me back
gently and I hadn't really been totally decided on leaving anyway, so I
gave in.
   It was fun teasing those guys though and they were so vanilla I could do
or say just about anything I wanted and get away with it.  If I'd told a
guy like Paul, my erstwhile boyfriend, that stuff about raping me...he'd
have made me pay for it.  Hard.  And that thought had me glancing back at
the bar and the telephone hidden beneath it.  But no, I wasn't gonna try
and track him down.  He'd have to come back to me this time, I'd decided.
It was his turn, not mine.
   "So what's this movie star thing, Rachael?" Jeff asked me while Rich
waved for a tall blonde named Lisa.
   "Ah, I don't know." I fluttered my hand a little.  "Some porn thing Jen
talked me into." I smiled a little to myself, still getting used to the
idea that I was gonna be in a porn flick.  "You guys like porn?"
   "Hey, ummm another pitcher and a...what are you drinking, Rachael?" Rich
was ordering from Lisa.
   "Yeah, porn, that's always good." Jeff was nodding, but it didn't look
like he really believed me.
   "Just a coke, with like 8 cherries in it, kay?" I smiled at Lisa and she
nodded.  I didn't really know her, she was pretty new.  Turnover with the
girls was always high, except for a few like Jen and Candy who found a
place they liked and stuck with it.  Girls like Lisa were just passing
through maybe, or always looking for the bigger better deal, the BBD that
was always around the corner.
   "Sure, honey." She gave Rich her come-fuck-me-smile hoping for an extra
five when she came back with our drinks.
   "Yeah, it's called um..." I had the card in my purse and I dug it out,
squinting at the words Jen had written on the back.  "Coed Debutantes." I
shrugged and handed the card to Jeff while Rich leaned across me, trying to
see what we were talking about.
   "Huh." Jeff nodded and turned the card over, looking at the front of it.
"Bound For Glory Productions, eh?"
   "BFG?" Rich asked and he took the card from Jeff's fingers.  "I got a
couple of their DVD's, pretty hard core."
   "Really?" I looked at him.  "What do you mean hard core?" I got my card
my card back and put it away,
   I didn't know anything about porn except the old VHS movies my father
had hidden in his closet when I was little.  He'd just had two of them and
they were pretty tame, old 1970's movies, and I'd thought they were kind of
boring when I'd watched part of them, fast forwarding mostly.  But I'd only
been like 11 or 12 and the idea of sex, even kissing, had still been sort
of gross for me back then.
   "Like extreme, you know?  Ummm..." Rich wasn't sure he wanted to tell me
what sort of porn he liked, I thought, or maybe he was shy with his friend
listening in, I didn't know.  "Kind of rough sex, fisting and stuff like
that."
   "Fisting?" Jeff glanced at me, blushing just a little and I smiled and
rolled my eyes.
   "So you like that stuff, huh?" I gave Rich's cock a squeeze just as Lisa
was coming back with our drinks.  He was hard as a rock.  "There might be
hope for you yet!" I giggled and let him go, ignoring the look Lisa was
giving me.
   Some girls didn't like having someone like me around, figuring I was
stealing time from the girls who had to work there, and time was money. 
Attention was money, and while I was squeezing the cocks of these two guys
their attention wasn't being spent on Jen, who was dancing to her second
song, or Lisa, who was hustling a tray on her 5" spikes for a couple bucks
in tips.  She had a point, but Ken liked me cause I kept the boys in their
chairs while Jen danced, and kept them drinking, which was always good for
business.  Lisa might lose a few bucks, but the club didn't, and that was
the bottom line.
   "Hey, give her something extra..." I bumped shoulders with Rich, giving
him a playful giggle.  I didn't know if it would lighten the girl up, but
Rich dropped another five spot on her tray.  "Now how about something for
Jen?"
   I was being a little pushy, maybe, but she was finishing her second song
and it was a light crowd.  The guys didn't seem to mind though and it was
Jeff's turn, so he flashed me a smile and got up slowly, playing with the
twenty in his hand.  That kind of tip would get him a little taste of
sugar, I thought, and we watched as Jen gave the man directions, squatting
over his face finally so he could hold the money in his teeth and rub the
green against her bare slit.
   "So, uh...You like fisting and, er...stuff like that?" Rich asked me
while we watched his friend.  It was sort of cute the way he asked, a
little shy, a little embarrassed maybe.  It wasn't the sort of thing he
would normally talk about with a woman I was sure.
   "I like extreme, yeah." I shrugged.  "You ever fisted a girl?"
   "Me?" He blinked at me.  "No, um...No."
   "But you want to, huh?" I laughed, trying to imagine this guy doing
anything like that.
   Rich licked his lips and then remembered he had a fresh pitcher of beer,
pouring his glass full and drinking half of it quickly.  "Yeah, I do." He
was looking at me like he'd just asked a question and I ignored it.
   "You have big hands." I took his left hand in both of mine, holding it
in front of my face like I was inspecting it, turning it this way and that.
"You know what they say, right?"
   "Uh, what's that?" He grinned, relaxing again after I hadn't bit his
head off for asking me about being fisted.
   "Big hands..." I kissed his palm and then licked it with the tip of my
tongue so his fingers curled a little, "...big cock."
   "Hey, what's going on?" Jeff was smiling as he plopped down next to me,
reaching for his beer.
   "Just comparing hands." I laughed.  "How big are yours?"
   "Huh?" He looked down at his left hand.  "I dunno, why?"
   "Nevermind." I shook my head.
   "You're kind of crazy, aren't you?" Jeff laughed at me.
   "A little, yeah." I nodded, taking a drink of my coke and sucking one of
the cherries between my teeth, rolling it around in my mouth.
   "Here, feel this..." Rich had unzipped his pants and he pulled my hand
to his crotch so that I could reach inside.
   "You're gonna get me in trouble." I said seriously, and it wasn't far
from the truth.  Rubbing a guy was fine and dandy, but stroking flesh was
something else entirely.
   "Nobody can see, come on...See how big it is..." Rich insisted and I was
just loose enough and bored enough to do it.
   I worked my hand through the fly of his trousers and felt around,
getting my fingers and then my hand under his boxers so that I could feel
the heat of his hard cock in my fist.  He was thick and heavy and my
fingers wouldn't go all the way around him.
   "You are big!" I giggled and I jerked him off slowly, trying not to look
too obvious about it.
   "Hey..." Jeff had unzipped his pants too and obviously if I was going to
do his friend, it wasn't but a little step doing Jeff as well.
   I had my hands around both of the men's cocks while we watched Jen dance
her third and final song of the set, and they were both getting wet as
hell. Precum was running down over my fingers and both of the guys were
breathing hard, leaning forward a little to cover what I was doing, and
fighting to keep their faces straight.  I was jacking them good and it
wasn't going to be long before they were cumming, which was going to be a
real mess.  But if they didn't care, I didn't care.  I thought it was sort
of funny, actually.
   "Hey, sis." Candy popped by, giving me a little shake of her head. 
"Doris is watching."
   I peeked over at the bar and Doris was watching, leaning back with her
arms crossed.  But she was smiling too, which meant she was just annoyed,
not pissed, but that could change, especially if Ken came out of his
office. It wasn't that big of a deal really, except it was bad for
business. Guys tipped more if their balls were full of cum or something, I
don't know.  Or maybe one of the guys in there could be vice, although that
was unlikely and it would have been hard to prosecute anybody for anything,
considering I didn't work there and I wasn't hooking.  Still, bad for
business all around and I knew better.
   "Sorry guys." I said softly, letting go of their cocks and pulling my
hands free.  My skin was hot and sticky with their arousal and used a
couple napkins, getting them wet with condensation from the pitcher of beer
in front of us so I could wipe my hands clean, just a little.
   "Ah shit, come on, don't stop now..." Rich whined a little.
   "Rachael, God...Let's go someplace..." Jeff was saying.  "Back to our
hotel, we'll have fun."
   "Sorry guys." I repeated, giggling and drinking some more of my coke. 
"We go any farther and we're gonna get kicked."
   "Yeah, but we can go to the hotel..." Jeff insisted and I shook my head.
   "Come back with us, I'll fist you.  If you want." Rich leaned close,
whispering in my ear, his hand on my bare thigh squeezing me.  "I can tie
you up too..."
   "Really?" I looked at him, wondering if he'd really have the balls for
that.
   You'd be surprised how many guys didn't.  It was different, tying a girl
down and doing whatever you wanted to with her.  I'd offered myself to guys
before, men a whole lot more promising than these two, and more often than
not come away from it disappointed.  It always sounded like fun, but the
reality of being ruthless and even brutal was in your face and frightening
to a lot of people.  Ruthless and brutal was what I'd want too, none of the
kinder, gentler BDSM that most people saw in movies, or read about in
books.
   There was nothing safe, sane, or consensual about me and these guys
didn't even know that much.
   "Do you want me to?" Rich countered.
   "Want to what?" Jen asked, coming back to our table slightly flushed and
smiling after her set.
   "Rich wants to tie me down and do bad things to me." I laughed and Jeff
looked from to Rich and back with surprise written all over his face.
   "Oh yeah?" Jen giggled, looking around the table.  "Where did my drink
go?"
   "I'll uh, I'll get you another one." Jeff signaled for Candy's attention
and Lisa was getting on the stage, the DJ pumping the crowd to get excited
for the tall blonde.
   "Well, I didn't say bad things..." Jeff grinned, feeling a little
confused I think.
   "You should do it." Jen nodded with a smile.  "She's been so uptight
lately, Rache needs a good hard fuck."
   "Oh, do I?" I laughed at my best friend.  "Thanks a lot, Jen."
   "She's totally into bad stuff, don't let her fool you." Jen was leaning
against Rich, who was between us, so she didn't have to shout over the old
Duran Duran song `Girls on Film' that Lisa was dancing to.
   "Is she?" Rich laughed, "Maybe you are too?" he looked at Jenny with
raised eyebrows.
   "Oh no, not me." Jen shook her head speaking with serious conviction. 
"I'm a virgin."
   That made me snort Coca-Cola halfway up my nose as I tried to cough and
laugh at the same time.  "Oh yeah, she's a nun.  She just comes here for
charity work." I giggled.  "Sorta like me." I held up my coke and reached
in with my fingers, pulling one of the cherries out, offering it to Rich
with an impish smile.  "Wanna eat my cherry?"
   "Christ." Rich rolled his eyes.  "You girls are a serious tease, you
know that?"
   Jeff was paying Candy for Jen's drink and I leaned over against him. 
"Wanna see something cool?" I asked him.
   "What's that?" Jeff looked at me, smiling uncertainly.
   "Buy me a lap dance, with her." I nodded at Candy.
   "Buy you a lap dance?" He grinned at me.
   "Oh yeah, Jeff!" Jen leaned forward, "Do it...They're sisters!"
   "They're not really sisters, are they?" Rich asked Jen.
   "Uh, I'm running out of cash though..." Jeff flipped through his
thinning wallet.
   "Put it on your credit card," I gripped his arm and blew into his ear.
"Please?  I'll never ask you for anything ever again, Daddy, I swear!" I
was pouting and giggling, just a little and it took a few seconds, but Jeff
finally dropped his plastic on Candy's tray.
   "Ohhhh...Platinum!" Candy was grinning at us and her dark eyes were
sparkling with mischief.  I'd never had a lap dance before, but I was
pretty sure we were gonna bend a few rules before it was done.
   Candy was wearing an orange string bikini with cups so small they barely
covered her caramel nipples and a thong back that rode deep in the inviting
crevice of her perfect ass.  I felt overdressed in my skirt and blouse and
my heart was beating a little faster as I moved my chair back a little,
giving the dark haired woman some room to play with.
   "Are you ready, sis?" Candy was standing between me and the table,
rubbing her body slowly and smiling.
   "Incest is best." I laughed and licked my lips, hitching a deep breath
as the girl moved closer, straddling my legs starting her sweet grind.  She
got a lot closer with me than she would have with any of the other
customers and Greg and Rambo had both wandered over, looking on with big
smiles.  This was the one time they didn't have to worry, all they had to
do was enjoy the show.
   "You can touch me..." Candy whispered, licking my ear and then sucking
on it, taking the whole thing into her warm wet mouth.
   I brought my hands up to her ass, stroking her warm smooth skin as she
rolled her hips, arching her back and pressing her breasts against mine
through the thin clothes that separated us.  She moved so that it was
impossible for the bikini top to stay in place and soon it was unraveled
completely, just bits of orange cloth and long strings hanging around her
neck.  Candy's breasts were small, little A-cups and colored like coffee,
but her nipples were long and hard and I could feel them against my own,
which were burning with excitement.
   "Ohhh baby, suck them for me..." Candy breathed, lifting her body so her
tits were in my face and I took her left nipple in my mouth, sucking hard
and flicking my tongue across it quickly.  I squeezed the girl's ass and
slipped my fingers into her crack, pulling the perfect globes of her butt
cheeks apart.  My fingers moved by themselves as Candy moved her shoulders,
pulling her left breast away and bringing me her right.  I fingered her sex
from behind, sliding my fingers under taut fabric that covered her sex so
that I could feel her moist and hot and anxious for my touch.
   The people around us were watching, of course, commenting and cheering,
but I was barely aware of them.  Candy paid them little mind as well,
cradling my face to her body as she worked her hips and ass, pushing down
against my hand as my fingers found her greasy little hole and I was
suddenly finger fucking the girl in front of everyone.
   "Uhhh yeah...make me cum, sis...oh fuck..." Candy was moaning and she
pulled her body away from my hungry mouth, lowering her lips to find mine
and kissing me hard.  The girl's tongue pushed across my teeth, filling my
mouth and I sucked at it eagerly as I pushed another finger inside her,
stretching Candy's cunt just a little more while my thumbed worked on her
hard little clit.
   She was wet and her juices were running over my fingers, spilling out of
her like a little waterfall and I turned my hand almost painfully, bending
my wrist so I could fuck in and out of her quickly, making soft wet noises
that were lost to the music and the voices around us.  I was gonna make her
cum, I wanted that more than anything and I was close myself, my own body
suddenly begging for attention.
   Candy must have sensed that as I soon felt her hand between us, sliding
down and under my skirt.  I shifted a little, pulling Candy down with me,
trying to give her better access and when the girl found it I shuddered,
groaning loudly into her mouth.  Her small deft fingers were inside my
panties, finding my own humid sex and splitting my lips as we kissed.  It
was awkward and beautiful and all I could do to keep myself in that chair.
Any second I thought we were going to slide right down to the floor and I
wasn't trying to stop us either.
   But Candy had other ideas and just as we were both getting close she
pulled away completely, giggling between little gasps for air and leaving
me sitting there, slumped down with my legs spread wide, my bare shaven
pussy completely exposed, panting for her to come back.
   She turned around, showing me her ass, and leaned over the table
slightly, keeping Candy's gorgeous legs straight as she pulled her thong
down slowly.  I could see her pussy wet and pink and covered with a gauze
of silky black hair.  Her tight little ass was brown and inviting as well
and I licked my lips, wondering how I'd ever let her go for so long.  I
rubbed my pussy as she leaned back towards me, her back arched, her face
smiling as she looked at me over her shoulder and I knew what she wanted.
   I grabbed the Venezuelan by the hips, pushing myself forward so I could
lean into her, my mouth finding her ass and I kissed and licked at her
asshole first, teasing her with it as I dug my fingernails into her supple
flesh.  Candy was moaning and rocking on her high heeled shoes, working her
hips slightly.  Her mouth was open and her eyes were wide with lust,
watching me eat her ass and then move my mouth lower, to suck her pussy
from behind.  I pushed her legs wider, getting more room as my tongue
traveled up and down her slit, tickling her before going deeper.
   When I parted her puffy lips I could fully taste the pungent flavor of
Candy's cunt juices.  She was soaked and working up more as I did
everything I could to bring the girl off.  I kissed and sucked and nibbled
at her cunt, drawing her labia into my mouth and chewing them gently as I
pushed a finger in her ass.  She was fucking herself on my mouth, on my
tongue when I made it stiff, jamming it into her sex deep.  I swallowed her
juices and begged silently for more, ignoring the fire in my own cunt and
concentrating solely on her.
   When she came it was lights out as her knees weakened and I wrapped my
arms around the young woman, gripping her tightly as she braced herself on
the table.  She groaned and sighed and gave loud gasps of pleasure as her
body surrendered completely to my hungry mouth.  Her orgasm was another
small flood, musky and tangy sweet.  The taste and smell and sound and feel
of the girl filled my senses and I drank her inside me completely.  It was
so good like that, so unbelievable good.
   It was several minutes before Candy was steady enough to stand on her
own.  I spent the time kissing her soft skin, stroking her thighs with my
hands, and savoring her taste still on my lips.  She was smiling and
flushed and she kissed me deeply, promising me that next time I would cum
"...until you pass out, sis!" She giggled and kissed me again.
   We looked around then, both of smiling sheepishly as we became aware of
our surroundings.  We'd spent a good 20 minutes at least having good hard
lesbian sex in front of about 30 guys and a dozen strippers, including my
best friend.  It was strange and weird and somehow all the more exciting
because of it.  I flushed hot, as if I weren't hot enough already, and
straightened my clothes while Candy put her bikini back on.
   "Ring him up for two fifty." Ken said and I turned my head quickly when
I heard his voice.  He didn't look exactly happy and I looked back down,
frowning slightly.
   If Jeff was going to object to paying two hundred dollars extra for a
lap dance that he hadn't even gotten personally, he didn't say anything. 
Ken was following Candy to the bar where Doris would take care of the bill
and I hoped I hadn't gotten my erstwhile sister into any trouble.  It was
just having fun, that was all.  Of course a live sex show was so wildly
beyond the limits of what was legal that Ken had every right to fire Candy
and toss my ass onto the pavement.
   "Holy shit, that was crazy..." Jeff was all smiles, so I guess the two
bills was well spent for him.
   "You gotta come back with us now, Jesus..." Rich was pretty excited too
and a moment later Lisa was back, carrying a tray with a half dozen cherry
cokes on it.
   "Compliments of the gentlemen..." Lisa smiled tightly, giving a little
gesture towards the rest of the club.  "You kinda blew my set away." She
said softly, and I guess Candy and I hadn't done her any favors at all. 
Lisa had a right to be a little pissed.
   "Sorry." I said sheepishly and then picked up one of the Cokes, having
no idea which six guys out of the bunch in there had bought them.  But I
made the gesture anyway, raising it up and smiling all around.  It seemed a
little dumb, but what else was I gonna do?
   "Don't worry about her, she's always pissed about something." Jen was
telling me.
   "I didn't get Candy into trouble, did I?" I asked my best friend,
looking at Candy still standing at the bar, listening to Doris saying
something while Ken stood next to her with his arms crossed.
   "Nah, nothing she can't handle." Jen shrugged.  "She's been after you a
long time anyway, probably still floating on cloud nine." She laughed and
it did make me smile a little.
   "I'll apologize to Ken." I decided.  "Then, I guess I better get out of
here before the busses stop running."
   "What?  Don't go, I thought you were coming with us..." Rich said, as
he'd been sitting right there between us.
   "You can't leave now..." Jeff was talking too, but we ignored them.
   "It's about one right now, couple hours we can go home together." She
smiled, like it was obvious I had to stay.  "Hang out, it's all cool. 
Rambo's giving us a ride; you can sit in Candy's lap anyway." Jen giggled.
   "Mmmm..." I tilted my head back and forth, making up my mind.  I just
didn't want Ken pissed, that was the thing.  Sometimes it was better to
just be out of sight, you know?  Come back in a few weeks and everything
would be cool.  But a couple hours wasn't that long either, and who knew,
maybe I really would sit in Candy's lap on the way home.  That would be
fun. "Okay, I guess.  I need a bathroom though."
   I did need one too, not only because I had to pee, but my panties were
soaked and I'd have to see if I could borrow a new pair from Jen, or maybe
Candy, since she was more my size.  All the dancers kept spare clothes, so
it wasn't gonna be a big problem anyway.
   "Cool.  Come on, I need a break anyway." Jen nodded and we both started
getting up.
   "Hey, what about us?" Rich asked plaintively and Jeff chimed in as well,
asking us where we were going.
   "Just gonna powder our noses, guys." Jen smiled at them, promising we'd
be right back, but I just ignored them.  The fun of fucking with two hoople
heads from Kansas was losing its appeal for me, I needed something more,
something drastic, and I didn't know what I was going to do about it.
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