Fucking Kennedy and her damn tongue. Watching her lick her fucking lips after I boldly asked her to book us into the viewing room almost had me bending her over her car and taking her in the parking lot for everyone to see, but no, I can’t. I want to date her so I bit my tongue, winked, and walked away while my dick screamed at me.

What I need is for her to be waiting for me when I get home from work, spread out and playing with her pussy. Fuck, what I wouldn’t give to see her like that, getting herself off while she thinks of me, while I undress for her. I can only imagine the look in her eyes when she sees my dick get hard for her, only for her.

I watch Kennedy pull away out of the parking lot before I head into the club. The music is thumping with some sexy number meant to entice the women. I peek through the door that we use to access the main floor and see that the women are lining the walls tonight.

“It’s a week night, why are we so busy?”

“Some convention is in town and Bryce offered them half price. The bar has been crazy since the second they showed up,” Julius, our DJ, says while the song plays for Franco. The women are going crazy, jumping up and down for him as his ass shakes in their faces.

“I guess I better get out there.”

As soon as I step out back I see that we have a full crew tonight. There are at least ten of us dancing, which on nights like this will help. I change quickly, putting on our standard underwear and loose fitting jeans. These jeans are easy for the lap dances because they can slide down my hips without unbuttoning them, faster to pull up and get the hell out of dodge with, too.

The only drawback to going out now without performing is that I haven’t enticed the crowd. Once Franco comes out here the chicks will be waving their dollars at him, trying to get his attention. For me, though, it’s a chance to mingle and I’m secretly hoping Kennedy is in the crowd.

“Hey, ladies, can I interest you in a little lap dance?” There are three of them and they all look shy, but tempted. One slinks back into her seat, avoiding eye contact with me while the others silently talk to each other. I’m about to move on when one of them says yes.

As I go over the rules, their face drops when I remind them they can’t touch me, which makes no sense considering they’re told when they pay and before they're escorted to their seat. Most seem to think the rules don’t apply to them or once we initiate contact it’s game on. The owner, Bryce, is strict and extremely protective of Society X. Breaking the rules assures you’ll never be allowed in again.

Setting my pace to the music that’s on, I move my hips seductively, letting my hands roam over my body while I squint at the ladies. For whatever reason, squinting is supposed to be sexy and maybe is has to do with the lighting in the room or the music, I don’t know, but that’s what they tell us. What I do know is that it’s working. The women in front of me are adjusting in their seats, licking their lips, and following my hands everywhere.

Turning around, my hands grip the sides of my jeans and I give them a little shove, showing them my ass first. When I face them, I keep my cock covered, the chicks licking their lips in anticipation. Even the really shy one is watching me and I find that I’m more focused on her than these other two.

My hands move my jeans and underwear down farther, enough to see what I have. The women squirm in their chairs as I palm my dick. I stroke myself, showing them how big I am, and feel myself up, letting my hand run through my hair. I do this a couple of times before I’m stuffing myself back into my pants and collecting my payment.

“What are you doing later?” the one on the left asks, grabbing my hand to hold me there.

I shake my head and lean in. “My wife.”

The word falls easily from my lips, even though it was unexpected. Kennedy asked me to prove myself to her and while she’s not here, this is the first step. Before meeting Kennedy, I would’ve easily told this woman where to meet me if I were interested, but even those encounters were few and far. Kennedy is the only one that I have hooked-up with right from the club. It was spontaneous and the best sex I’ve ever had. I can’t imagine anything or anyone would be better.

The rest of my night is much like this, women asking to hook-up only for me to tell them no. I don’t feel bad in the sense that I’m letting them down. What feels bad is the ache in my dick because all night I’ve done nothing but think about Kennedy and the way she tastes and how she looks when she’s riding my cock. Unfortunately for me, my dick is about to become acquainted with Rosie and her five sisters because there’s no way in hell I’m going to fuck shit up if Kennedy is willing to give me a chance.

 

 

Late nights are a way of life at Society X, and for the most part working the weekends—Thursday through Saturday—are enough to sustain my income. Occasionally, I go in during the week and cover for someone, but the tips aren’t as good and for me to drive across the bridge doesn’t always seem worth it. Besides, I have a life outside of the club. I’m trying to better myself so I can give up stripping someday. So when I see my phone screen light up with SX’s employee number, I cringe. The last thing I want to do is go to work.

“Yeah,” I say quietly as I answer my phone. My friends glare at me for answering during our conversation, and people around me glare at me for interrupting them, leaving me no choice but to seek out some privacy.

“You’re booked in the viewing room tonight at six for a strip tease,” Jen, our scheduler, states matter-of-factly. No asking if I want the gig or not, it’s be there or lose my job. I want to ask who booked it, but she won’t tell me. Hell, I don’t think she even knows.

“I’ll be there.” And that’s the end of our conversation. She hangs up, knowing that at six tonight I’ll be in the viewing room ready to take my clothes off. I just hope that it’s Kennedy. Looking at my phone, I see that it’s already late and I have to leave now in order to make to the club in time to shower and get ready.

I head back to my friends and by the expression on some of their faces they know I’m leaving. “Sorry, gotta run.”

“Is she really that important?”

I pause, mid-step, and nod. “Yeah, she is.”

When I first started working at Society X, I didn’t know what to tell my friends, so I told them that I’m having an illicit affair with a married woman. While it’s not far from the truth, it was better than the alternative. They still don’t know what I do for work and when a couple of the guys talk about hitting up strip clubs I shy them away from SX. The last thing I need is for one of them to see my car, or decide to take in the guy’s side instead of the ladies.

As soon as I arrive at the club, I rush in and start my prep. A strip tease is easy and it’ll be a piece of cake if it’s with Kennedy because my clothes will just want to fall off. Hell, I can ask her to take them off if I wanted, but where’s the fun in that? I want to see her eyes widen when I start playing with my dick and it hardens just for her. Fuck, right now he’s jumping with anticipation knowing he’s about to see her.

Dressed in a button down, jeans, and leaving my feet bare, I wait for the clock to strike six before pressing play on the playlist I set up after I arrived in hopes that it’s Kennedy waiting for me. Keith Sweat’s “Nobody” starts playing and I step out, stalking toward the chair I know that is sitting on the middle of the stage. The last time I was in here, I had her on a bed and that’s where I plan to fuck her the next time we’re together. I welcome the sounds of the headboard banging against the wall while her nails dig deep into my flesh as she tells me to fuck her harder.

When my client comes into view my dick springs to life. I try not to smile, but I can’t help it. She did what I asked and now I’m going to perform for her. Walking up to her, I bend down and lean into her, licking from her neck to her ear, biting down on her lobe before backing away from her.

Moving to the music, my hips sway back and forth while my fingers work the buttons of my shirt. I pull it open it up and go back to her and straddle her legs, thrusting my hips toward her in rapid motion before backing away from her.

I thought dancing for her would be easy, but it’s not. I want to rip her clothes off and ask her to sit on my face so I can bask in her glorious pussy, but this is what she asked for and I have to deliver. I can’t have an unsatisfied client.

I make my way back over to her, popping each button on my jeans to the beat of the music. The song shifts into “Blurred Lines” and Kennedy sits up straighter, making me laugh. My hips shimmy as I push my jeans down, letting them pool at my feet before kicking them away. She licks her lips at the sight of my erection trying to push through the cotton of my Society X briefs. Leaning over her, I palm my dick and give it a tug, pulling my underwear far enough away that she can see my flesh. I want her to fucking touch me without being prompted to do so.

I push forward, stimulating that I’m fucking her. It’s not enough for me. And when the song switches to “I Want your Sex” I stand up in front of her and take her hand in mine, roaming it over my body. Her nails trail along my skin, over my abs, and through my happy trail, causing my dick to get harder than it already is. When she brushes along the outline of my cock he twitches with desire.

“See what you do to me, Kennedy? No one else has ever done this before.” I grind into her hand, enjoying the feeling of the foreplay she’s offering. I know to her they’re just words, but they are the truth.

Unable to hold back, I stand and drop my briefs. There I am, in all my glory for her to see. She licks her lips, eyeing me then my dick. All she has to do is say when and I’ll put him inside her and fuck her until she sees stars. The ball is in her court, waiting patiently for the word.

Standing in front of her, I take her hands and place them on my bare ass, letting her squeeze my cheeks and pull them forward until she’s double handing my fucking erection. She gives him a light tug, causing me to hiss.

Kennedy pumps her hands over my flesh as I stand in front of her. “You do this to me,” I tell her again as I thread my fingers through her hair. I would never say this to another client, nor would I let them touch me unless it was specific on the schedule. My attraction to her doesn’t have me thinking straight and will likely cost me my job.

Her tongue snakes out, licking the tip of my dick.

“Fuck, Kennedy,” I say quietly as my grip on her hair tightens. “Do you want me to fuck your pretty little mouth, or that delicious pussy of yours?”

She doesn’t answer because she doesn’t know. My words are foreign to her, solidifying the fact that her husband had no idea how to make her feel like a woman.

Thrusting into her hands, I make the decision for her. I can get by with a hand job, but come Thursday night I’m spreading her out on my bed and feasting on her delectable body. And if she wants to keep things chaste and see how they go, she can watch me jack off. Just having her in the room is enough to make me blow my fucking wad all over the place.

When my music stops, I groan and her hands freeze. I reach down and cup her between her legs, thankful that she wore a fucking skirt. My fingers easily find that she’s dripping wet and slide in while my thumb presses down on her clit.

She starts fucking panting while gripping my dick. Her tiny mewls keep me going until her pussy squeezes the shit out of my two fingers.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I say into her ear as it only takes her seconds to come. I keep my fingers inside her, loving the way she feels. “Thursday night, Kennedy. I’ll wine and dine you, and you can guarantee I’m going to I’m fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk into work on Friday.”

She looks sated and ready for round two when I pull away from her. I kiss her chastely on the lips and disappear quickly behind the curtain to finish off my raging dick. It doesn’t take me long to release, ending what had to be the most erotic strip tease I’ve ever done.