Chapter Nine:  Private Dancer

Eric was just about exhausted from his long day. He never had so much sex in one day, and he needed to relax for awhile, so when he approached the first luxurious hotel casino he saw, he pulled into the long curving driveway and drove up to the front door, where he was met by a valet.

“Checking in sir?”

“Yes, and I want those clothes taken to my room.”

“Yes, sir, right away.” The valet replied as he called over a bellboy.

Eric walked into the Empire Hotel and Casino, and took in the decadent opulence of the new 3000 room addition to the Las Vegas strip. It was like something out a futuristic art deco cityscape with high ceilings and gigantic statues like the Batman movies. He strolled up to the front desk and walked right up to one of the twenty clerks lined up behind the expansive counter.

“I’d like a room for a couple of days.” Eric told the attractive African-American woman behind the counter. She had hazel eyes and caramel skin, and even though her uniform hid it, Eric could tell she had a sleek figure. Her nametag read ‘Tracy.’

“Do you have your reservation?” Tracy asked pleasantly.

“No, I don’t.” Eric answered casually.

“I’m sorry sir, we are filled up at the moment.” Tracy apologized with a sweet smile.

Eric looked at her for a couple of seconds, and then asked, “Are you sure?”

A clerk manager suddenly appeared behind Tracy. “Hello, is there a problem?”

“Not really.” Eric said as he looked right at the manager and tapped him. “My name is Eric Travis. I just need a room for a few days.”

“Let me check for you, Mr. Travis.” The manger said after a moment. Tracy stepped aside so he could access the hotel computer. “All we have right now is a VIP suite on one of the upper floors. Will that be okay for you?”

“Absolutely.” Eric said with a grin as Tracy stood by with a stunned look on her face.

“How will you be paying?” The manager asked politely.

“Don’t you comp rooms for people who spend a lot of money in the casino?” Eric asked.
“I plan on dropping a load of cash here this weekend as soon as I get settled in.”

“Yes, sir.” The manager said. “I can take care of all that. Here’s your key. Have a pleasant stay at the Empire. My name is Tim, if you need anything else, don’t hesitate to call.”

“Thanks, Tim.” Eric said as he took the plastic card key and handed Tim a hundred-dollar bill. “Uh, there is one thing you can do for me.”

“Yes?”

“Could this beautiful young lady come up to my room to help me get settled in?”

Tracy’s mouth opened in surprise when Tim answered promptly. “Yes, sir. No problem.”

Tim then looked over at the shocked desk clerk and said, “Right, Tracy?”

“Uh, Mr. Bingham, I don’t think I should…” Tracy stammered.

“Excuse us a moment.” The manager told Eric.

He took Tracy aside and began whispering. “I know exactly how hard it was for you to get this job, Miss Boyle, and if you want to keep it, you’ll do exactly what he wants.”

Tracy looked at him and swallowed. She had spent eleven months on a waiting list to just to get this position. In time, she would be eligible to audition for a spot as a dancer in the hotel’s big showroom extravaganza, which was her ultimate goal. The management insisted that potential dancer’s do an internship with the hotel as desk clerk’s so they would always have attractive faces at the front desk.

Tracy was not about to toss that dream aside and finally uttered, “Yes, sir.”

“Excellent.” Tim said as he turned to Eric and smiled, “Our Miss Boyle will escort you to your room, Mr. Travis.”

“Thanks Tim.” Eric winked, and then watched as Tracy came around reluctantly to follow him up to his room, along with the patient bellboy who pushed his clothes on a cart rack.
Once they arrived in the spacious and luxurious suite, Eric tipped the bellboy a hundred after he neatly put away all his new clothes. Then Eric turned his attention to Tracy.

She was very pretty, with classic features and flawless skin. He fought the urge to just go up to her and kiss her, but instead he waited. He wanted to have a little fun with her first.

“Look, Mr. Travis.” Tracy said nervously. “I don’t know what you have in mind, but I don’t want you to get the idea that I’m here to do anything…inappropriate. I want you to understand something. There were only two ways to get this job. One was by having sex with the head manager, and the other was taking the long road, which I took.  I’ve never had to sleep with anyone to get anything. I have my pride and my virtue intact and I plan to keep it that way, so don’t get any ideas.”

“Don’t worry, Tracy.” Eric said calmly. “I wouldn’t ask you to do anything that you wouldn’t want to do.”

“Good, as long as we’re clear on that.” She said, relieved. “Now what can I do for you?”

“Take off your clothes.” Eric said as he sat down in a big plush chair.

Tracy blinked and looked at Eric unbelievably. “Excuse me?”

“I think you heard me.”

“I don’t think so.” Tracy said vehemently. “Now if there’s nothing else, I’ll be leaving.”

“I want to see what you look like under that uniform. I’ll bet you have a killer body.”

“Too bad you’ll never see it.” Tracy said with an arched eyebrow as she crossed her arms in front of her defiantly. She was about to turn on her heels and leave, but she froze.

“Wanna bet?” Eric asked with a grin and then watched with fascination as a funny look came over Tracy’s face as he tapped her. She began to shift uncomfortably where she stood while a look of utter puzzlement came over her face.

Tracy had no idea what was coming over her. As she looked back at Eric, she felt a familiar tingling sensation between her legs. She couldn’t help but give out a low gasp.

Embarrassed, she tried to look away, but something about Eric held her attention. Why in the world was she suddenly feeling this way? What was he doing to her? All of a sudden, she felt the urge to strip off her clothes for him. The more she struggled, the more aroused she became.

“How…are you…doing this?” Tracy moaned with a quizzical look on her face. Suddenly she was overwhelmed by a pleasant sensation, which made her shiver. “Oooooh!”

Eric said nothing, and only smiled as Tracy squeezed her legs together and hugged herself as the arousing sensation built up inside her. He tapped her with subtle commands like, ‘Taking off my clothes makes me hot. I want to strip for him. I want him to want me.’

Soon, she found herself slowly unbuttoning her dark blazer. She sighed and closed her eyes as her body tensed with electricity when she opened and removed it. Then she began to remove her blouse, doing a sexy strip tease as she got more and more into the moment.

“You’re very beautiful, Tracy.” Eric said, which made her inexplicably excited. “You have a great body and you’d really like to turn me on with it wouldn’t you?”

She swooned when he said that, and indeed, she felt the utter need to reveal herself to him completely. It was the most important thing in the world to her at that moment.

Eric enjoyed watching the once chaste young woman slowly turn into his own private erotic dancer. She removed her silk blouse to reveal a white lace bra, which cupped an awesome pair of enhanced breasts. Tracy was one of those girls who wanted to increase her chances at making the big time at almost any cost.

As he watched her slide her dark pin striped slacks down to her ankles, Eric felt himself getting hard again. This was incredible. He felt like an invincible animal that could fuck anything that moved. He began massaging himself as Tracy stepped out of her pants and stretched out her lithe form in a highly erotic fashion.

Eric was awestruck by her body. It was supple and finely toned. Her legs stretched forever from her pumps up to her white French cut lace panties. Her waist was small and stomach perfectly flat. When she turned around, he got a nice eyeful of her firm rounded ass cheeks. This girl was built for sex.

Tracy continued to dance for him, and when she began to remove her bra, Eric told her to stop. He liked her just the way she was, in bra, panties, pumps and a gold necklace with a matching bracelet. Instead he told her, “Go make me a drink.”

She did as she was told, promptly obeying without a second thought. She was completely in his command now, and all she wanted to do was to please him. There was something about doing things for him that made her incredibly horny.

“What would you like?”

“Jack Daniels.” Eric said as he watched her strut over to the huge mirrored bar.

After she made the drink, Tracy brought it to him and anxiously awaited her next command with her hands fidgeting in her lap.

“You have an incredible body.” Eric said, looking her up and down. “Do you work out?”

“I’m taking dance lessons and I do aerobics.” Tracy said. “I want to be a dancer so bad.”

“What kind of dancer?” Eric asked. He thought to himself that she would make an awesome stripper with that pair of breasts.

“A showgirl.” Tracy said. “I’m just waiting for the chance to audition when a spot opens up, but it takes forever. Once you’re a showgirl, you never want to quit. Eventually I’ll audition for the choreographer. I’ve been dreaming about it since forever. It would be so awesome to be up on that stage. And maybe someday I could even go to Broadway.”

“That’s interesting.” Eric yawned.

“Lie down on that couch.” Eric said as he nodded to a large leather sofa.

Tracy did as she was told, and smiled at Eric, hoping that this meant he would join her there. Instead, he told her, “I want to watch you play with yourself.”

“What?” She said in surprise and embarrassment. “Mr. Travis!”

“Come on. Do it.” Eric said with a smile. “It’ll turn me on. You’d like that, right?”

“Ummm.” Tracy moaned softly. He was exactly right. She wanted to turn him on so bad it hurt. And if she really turned him on, maybe he would make love to her.

“Okay, baby,” Tracy cooed. “I’ll do anything you want.”

Eric watched with extreme arousal as Tracy shut her eyes and began to squirm around on the leather sofa while rubbing her plump breasts together. After gently pinching her erect nipples through the sheer material of the bra, one hand eventually made a long slow trip down over her stomach and finally slipped under the lace edge of her panties. When her fingers touched her dark patch, she sighed as her hips began to undulate up and down in a wave-like motion. She bit her lower lip and groaned as she slipped a finger inside her.

Eric was rushing with adrenaline through his body, and his pants were about to burst. He was dying to fuck her right then and there, but he wanted her primed for ultimate pleasure.

He set his drink down, got up and leaned down over Tracy as she pleasured herself and whispered. “Don’t stop what you’re doing. I want you to stay right here and try as hard as possible to come, but you won’t be able to until I come back, understand?”

“Mr. Travis…” Tracy whimpered. “Don’t…Unnnnh… You can’t…leave me like this!”

“I’ll be back after I take a hot shower.” Eric told her and walked off, leaving the moaning and gasping Tracy helpless and begging for release.

After Eric disappeared into the bedroom, Tracy could not help but try to unleash her sexual desires and began a long unsuccessful attempt to bring herself to climax, using every sexual fantasy she ever knew or used before.

Meanwhile, Eric took his time showering. He could hear Tracy faintly in the other room moaning and squealing over the sound of the water spray and smiled to himself. When he got out, he put on one of the Hotel’s plush bathrobes and went out to the huge bedroom to get a panoramic view of the Las Vegas strip as the sun was going down. Then he was distracted by the huge flat screen television on the wall.

He took the remote control, turned it on, and looked at the onscreen menu. When he saw a selection for ‘Movies-Mature,’ he clicked on the number and found a slew of choices for adult entertainment. He picked the title, ‘Sappho’s Delight’ and the screen was suddenly filled with the image of three stunning women in a three-way orgy of tongues and breasts.

Eric had to finally tear himself away when he heard Tracy scream out in the next room.
He almost forgot that he had left her there to masturbate, and when he went to look in on her, she was furiously trying to reach climax, but to no avail.

By that time, Eric was ready to go again, so he took Tracy’s quivering body, bent her over the couch, stripped off her panties and went at her sopping wet pussy like a raging beast. He grabbed her breasts and felt them up as he humped her long and hard.

“All right Tracy, I’m going to give it to real good.” Eric grunted. “By the time I’m done with you, you’ll see stars.”

“Oh, baby, yes! Fuck me good Mr. Travis!” Tracy pleaded. “Make me come! I need it!”

“Don’t worry, baby, I’m going to make you come like you never have before.”

Eric ravaged the sweet, young desk clerk with the sleek cream coffee body. Her walls were tight and wet, and Eric drilled her with animalistic intensity. He couldn’t resist but giving her hard ass a few slaps as he rammed her from behind. Her body was nice and hard from years of dance rehearsing and aerobics and Eric took full advantage of it.

When he had enough of doing her in a few positions on the couch, he took her to the bedroom and tossed her lithe body on the bed. Then he lived out every one of his sexual fantasies with her, turning Tracy into his own personal porn star.

They went at it for hours, with Tracy coming repeatedly, each more intense than the last. He had unleashed her sexual desires one by one until she was no longer a young innocent girl with dreams of dancing. She was now a total lust-filled plaything whose only desire was to pleasure Eric in whatever way he commanded.

After awhile, Eric was wearing down, so he lay back on the huge bed, and allowed Tracy to straddle and ride him. As she rolled her hips back and forth on his waist, he played with her firm mounds while he watched the adult movies on the television, smoked a cigar and drank champagne straight from the bottle.

This was the life, he thought to himself. Decadence at it’s finest.

The End of Chapter Nine.

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