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Copyright by Writerzblocked, 2001. All rights, well,
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just don't charge anyone for it or I'll have to send
Harry Long after you. You all know the rest of the
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Lap Dance (MF) (rom)
By Writerzblocked (writerzblocked@aol.com)
***
His eyes still closed, he took in the sensation as she
deftly circled his nipples with the wetness from her
fingers. He continued to play with her hair as he felt
her rise up and down over Mr. Happy, not particularly
caring which part of her body she was using at the
moment. He was long past that now. (MF)
***
{Author's note: This one is dedicated to my muse. She
knows who she is. My world will be a much sorrier place
when she stops working her magic.}
***
"OK, Larry, you guys have fun," he said as he hung up
the phone.
"Let me guess," she said, as she finished dusting off
the last of his golf trophies on the mantle," they're
going over to Sapphire's again."
"Yeah," he shrugged as he fumbled with his tie and
glanced at his watch. "You know Larry. Gotta make it
there before the two-for-one specials are over."
She tugged at the waist of her dusty T-shirt with one
hand as shook the feather duster in the ashcan with the
other. She wrinkled her nose. "Cheapskate."
He walked over to her and grabbed her around the waist
from behind. "Hey, as many as he gets, he needs to save
all the money he can. Twenty bucks doesn't go nearly as
far as it used to."
"Oh," she said in mock indignation as she threw her
head back into his shoulder, "like it did when YOU used
to go there with them?"
He squeezed tighter. "Don't you mean, when WE used to
go there with them?"
She put her hands on his wrists and slowly pulled his
arms apart. "Hey, for educational purposes only," she
smiled. "And watch those sleeves, mister, unless you
want to be the one to take that suit to the dry
cleaners. I'm filthy."
He whispered in her ear as he withdrew. "Only above the
neck, darlin'. Only above the neck."
She walked towards the kitchen, then turned. "You know,
it's not too late to catch them, if you really want to.
I won't mind."
He stretched his arms and yawned. "Nah. I'm beat. I
think I'll just pass out in the comfy chair for a
while," he said as he threw his jacket onto the sofa
and plopped down on the recliner.
"Suit yourself," she smiled as she walked to the stereo
and turned it on. I'm going to take a shower before I
start dinner."
"Take your time," he mumbled as he closed his eyes and
drifted off, despite the fact that the volume on the
stereo was a bit higher than he was used to.
Sometime later, he awoke to the feeling of an arm
around his neck. "Hey, Mister," came a voice in his
ear. "What you say I take you back in the corner and
abuse you with my body."
He slowly opened one eye. Then the other. Then he
blinked twice, but when he reached up to rub his eyes,
her hand caught his and brought it up to her mouth. "I
promise," she purred. "It'll be the best twenty bucks
you'll ever spend."
She was sitting on one arm of the recliner, leaning
provocatively on his shoulder. She was wearing an
emerald green gown, split so far up the sides that her
green t-back was visible as she raised her left leg and
gently laid it across his lap.
"If you wanna talk for a while, that's OK too, but I
gotta make a living, you know," she smiled as she
brought her right hand up to play with her hair, which
was held up with a large golden dragon hairpin. "It's
been kinda slow tonight, what with the playoffs and
everything."
He finally managed to clear the sleep from his eyes and
attempted to take in his surroundings, but found he
just couldn't focus on anything other than those green
eyes and the smell of lilies. He breathed deeply.
"Oh," she said with a toothy smile. "Can't get enough
of that body wash, can you? One of the best investments
I ever made. In this line of work, we gotta take
advantage of every little thing we can. Lot of
competition, you know." She started playing with his
tie.
"None like me, though. I give the BEST dances in the
whole town."
He started to say something, but was interrupted by the
sound of the DJ announcing a song change. Suddenly, she
jumped from the recliner and stood before him, looming
over him, shaking all over.
"I LOVE this song. C'mon, Mister, whataya say?"
Again, he looked up into those green eyes and all he
could do was nod.
She grinned and lifted both hands to the straps of the
gown, then turned her back to his and proceeded to
lower first the right strap, then the left. Bending
down in front of him, she leaned back so her head was
on the edge of the recliner seat to give him a view as
she slowly lowered the gown past her breasts.
Then she slowly rose on top of him, rubbing her back on
his chest as the gown came down past her waist to
reveal the whole of the green t-back. Lowering herself
onto his lap, she raised her legs one at a time, slowly
dragging the gown over one, then the other, finally
lifting it up to his face and draping it slowly about
his neck. Again, he breathed deeply, taking in the
floral aroma.
Slowly raising herself again, back still to his, she
craned her neck back so it lay on his left shoulder and
whispered in his ear. "Don't be shy, Mister. Enjoy,"
she said seductively as she grabbed his right hand in
hers and brought it up to her waist.
Then she grabbed his left in hers and brought it gently
to her thigh as she rubbed her body up and down on his
chest, nibbling his left ear as she continued. "Watch
this."
With both his hands still in hers, she brought them
over to her shoulders and placed them there. Then she
leaned forward, put her hands on his knees, and began
moving slowly in his lap, side to side, up and down,
grinding to the beat of the music, feeling him growing
under her, smiling as she felt him respond, finally
moving his hands up and down her arms as she rocked
back and forth merrily on his lap.
After a few more moments of this, she slowly bent down
on the floor, adjusted her t-back, and turned around to
face him. Slowly she ran her hands on the inside of his
thighs, moving her body up between his legs and rubbing
her breasts, one then the other, over his crotch; all
the time looking up at him and smiling widely as their
eyes locked.
Then, again, very slowly, she rose up against his
chest, raising her right leg to lie over his left and
leaning her head on his left shoulder. Grinding her
left leg slowly into his lap, over and over again, she
nibbled on his ear and continued to whisper.
"C'mon, don't be shy, Mister. This is the best dance
you're ever gonna get. Enjoy it."
Then she rose further above him and, cupping her left
breast in her hand, brought it to his mouth, letting
out a slight sigh as he responded, slowly, delicately,
tickling her nipple with his tongue as she continued to
move her leg up and down his lap. Then he moved his
hands down and stroked her buttocks, drawing a smile
and halting giggle.
"That's more like, it, Mister. Yeah. Just like that.
Now, you're learning..."
"Err, thanks, I guess," he managed weakly between gasps
of pleasure. Then he smiled knowingly. "Uh, I'm kinda
new at this... you're going to have to..."
"Sure," she interrupted as she caressed the back of his
neck though the gown.
And then she withdrew in front of him and turned her
back to him once again. Leaning backwards, she laid her
head on his right shoulder and brought his hands to her
breasts, all the while moving her butt vigorously in
his lap.
"A few house rules," she whispered as she licked his
earlobe and moaned slightly as he tweaked her nipples.
"First," she said as she moved one of his hands to her
neck, "you can touch as high as possible..."
And moved his other hand to her thigh, "and as low as
possible..."
Then she moved both her hands to cover her crotch,
smiled wickedly, and whispered as she continued
grinding away, "so long as you leave possible alone."
"If there's one thing the boss doesn't tolerate, it's
the customers playing around with the possibilities,"
she chuckled, and moved his hands back to her breasts.
He smiled broadly at that, but not enough to forget
where he was and what he was doing. His hands continued
to manipulate her nipples as his tongue reached out and
found her neck.
"Second, "she moaned, then after hesitating for several
seconds as she caught her breath, continued, "Mr. Happy
has to stay in the pants."
"Awwww," he frowned and nibbled on her neck. "Where's
the fun in that?"
She reached down and stroked the inside of his thigh as
she continued to grind her leg into his lap. "Don't
tell me Mr. Happy's not happy at the moment, Mister,"
she replied as she grabbed a hand from her breast and
plopped one of his fingers in her mouth, moving it in
and out obscenely.
Of course, he had no answer for that.
Letting out a soft laugh, she adjusted herself once
more, rising off him and turning back around to face
him. Her hands went first to her mouth, then to his
chest, as she slowly unbuttoned his shirt. He raised
his hands to her head and started playing with her
hair. Then as her hands snaked under his shirt and
found his nipples, he closed his eyes and breathed in
deeply.
His eyes still closed, he took in the sensation as she
deftly circled his nipples with the wetness from her
fingers. He continued to play with her hair as he felt
her rise up and down over Mr. Happy, not particularly
caring which part of her body she was using at the
moment. He was long past that now. A few moments later,
she raised her face to his and he felt a warm breath on
his nostrils as he opened his eyes.
She lightly touched her lips to his, but drew away
before he could return the kiss. Pleadingly, he looked
back into her eyes, but she was smiling and glancing
down at his lap. His eyes followed hers and his mouth
fell open when he noticed not only was his zipper down,
but his fly area was a gaping chasm, open for all to
see. Looking back at her in amazement, he saw she was
flexing her jaw back and forth. Then she smiled and
mouthed silently.
"Hey, Mister, I figured you for a boxers kinda guy."
His hand went to his mouth as he tried to stifle a
laugh. Not waiting to get his reaction, she turned her
back towards him and sat down on his lap and began
grinding once again. His eyes closed and his hands once
again found her hair. Slowly as she worked, he pulled
the pin from her hair and felt it tumble over his arms.
Then the song ended.
Immediately, the pressure on his lap vanished and his
eyes flew open. She was reaching for her dress which
had fallen beside him on the recliner.
He looked at her with a strange mixture of puzzlement
and frustration. "What's wrong?"
She shrugged as she started to step into the gown. "I'm
due to go on stage next. Then I gotta tip out the DJ
and bartender. But thanks for the dance, Mister. You
really saved me."
He stood up straight and picked her and the gown up in
one swift motion. He didn't even stop to turn off the
stereo as he headed to the bedroom.
"Hey, what gives?" She giggled playfully.
"You and me and Mr. Happy have some REALLY serious
possibilities to explore," he said as he closed the
door behind them.
END
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