Chapter 6

• "As long as it ends up with you and me having some private time, sweetie," she replied, turning and sitting on his knee, her stocking-clad legs crossing on his lap.
• "Sahara," Kyle began. "I met her today, at the water park. Is her real name Julietta?"
• To his surprise Piper laughed. "I think you're getting her confused with someone else, sweetie. Sahara wasn't at no waterpark today. The girl can't even swim."
• Kyle frowned. "She was only on the lazy river anyway. It's only four foot deep."
• "Trust me, sweetie," Piper smiled. "Sahara wasn't at no water park today. And her name ain't Julietta neither."
• "Well if it wasn't her, she must have a frickin twin in town," Kyle said, turning back to look at the brunette that was the spitting image of the girl he'd spent two hours talking to that afternoon.
• "Anyway, enough about Sahara," Piper said, whispering in his ear once more. She shifted her hips slightly on his lap, getting his attention. "Let's you and me go for a dance."
• Kyle felt drawn in two directions. He really wanted to get a dance with Sahara to find out if it was Julietta or not, but Piper had been very helpful, her scent was intoxicating and her butt felt very nice as it wriggled on his lap.
• She stood up and took his hand, then cocked an eyebrow at him. "Let's go."
• Before the dance Piper said she delivered, but Kyle honestly thought he'd had much better lapdances. It was as if her heart wasn't in it, and neither were her acting skills. He gave her twenty bucks anyway for going through the motions, thanked her and then returned to Casey, joined a moment later by Ed.
• "Woo, mother fuckers," Ed crowed as he sat down heavily. "That girl was all over me like a fat kids tongue on chocolate ice cream."
• "You just had a lapdance and all you can think of to describe it is a fat kid licking ice cream?" Casey laughed. "Dude, that's fucked up."
• "That's not what I fucking meant," Ed said quickly but the damage was done and while Kyle kept an eye on Sahara, Casey kept getting digs in on Ed.
• "Hey, did you find her friends here?" Kyle asked Casey, remembering his friends search.
• "No, man. They're not here. I even asked if there was girls on their break through the back, but the bartender said they were all working because it was so busy."
• "I asked one of the other dancers and she said it's not her," Kyle explained. "Her name's Sahara apparently."
• "Stripper names are hot!" Ed added.
• Kyle and Casey ignored him. "Do you think she was telling the truth?" Casey asked. "Be a shame if it was her and the girls weren't going to meet us, but if it's just someone who looks like her then the girls might still be at Club Boca at twelve."
• "She said that Sahara can't swim, and definitely wasn't at the waterpark today."
• "You should get her over for a dance," Casey suggested. "You can ask her yourself."
• "I'm waiting for her to be done with those guys," Kyle explained.
• "Fuck that shit," Ed said getting up. "I'll go get her."
• "Fuck no!" Kyle said quickly while Casey grabbed Ed's wrist. "You're not exactly Mister Tact-And-Diplomacy, Ed."
• "So? She's only a stripper and I know how to talk to strippers."
• "Yeah? What about the four guys she's talking with though?" Casey pointed out.
• "Man, you're such a pussy," Ed stated. Much as Kyle didn't like to agree with Ed on much, what he said was true. Casey would avoid any kind of potential physical confrontation and if one happened he was off like a scalded cat. He had no problem talking with women, but if there was other guys nearby showing an interest he'd avoid them like the plague rather than risk starting something.
• "Ed, have a seat, man," Kyle said. "I'll get her as soon as she's done with those guys, okay? Besides, there's no big rush. We don't have to be at the club for another hour."
• "Yeah, man," Casey added. "It's probably not even her anyway."
• "Whatever, bitches," Ed said, taking a seat and opening another of his beers.
• They sat there for another half an hour while Sahara took three of the guys individually in for dances, with Kyle biding his time. Ed disappeared for another two lapdances and Casey went for one. Another dancer approached Kyle but he declined the offer and after that the dancers seemed to leave him alone.
• By the time Sahara returned after the third dance and the fourth guy at the table declined a dance with her, Kyle was about ready to hop out his chair and go over but she turned and looked right at him and then strutted over.
• It was so bizarre, he thought to himself as he saw absolutely no flicker of recognition on her face.
• "Hey, gorgeous," she said as she sat on the arm of his chair, and he knew there and then it wasn't Julietta. It was her voice. It was different. A completely different tone. Different accent. More husky and a little more Southern than Julietta's Manhattan twang.
• "Your name's Sahara, right?" Kyle said, more for a way of starting the conversation off.
• "That's right," she nodded slowly. "A little bird told me you're looking for some quiet time with me." She didn't ask a question but made it a solid statement.
• "Yeah, see today I was at a waterpark and I met this girl."
• "And she teased you, am I right?"
• "Not exactly," Kyle replied, a nervous smile on his face. He couldn't get over how much she looked like Julietta. "I met this girl and you two are unbelievably similar. I thought you were her."
• "Well I don't have any sisters, and I wasn't at any waterparks today. I was too busy working on my all over tan," she said, making every word sound seductive. "Want to go to a private room so I can show you it?"
• "Em... sure," Kevin replied. He'd spent most of his time in the club watching her, and if it wasn't Juletta then he wanted her to dance for him. If it was Julietta, then even better. He handed her the twenty bucks he had held in his hand for the last half hour.
• "Follow me," she said firmly. "What's your name, handsome?"
• "Kyle."
• "You already know my name."
• "Sahara."
• "Shall I tell you what else you know?" she said, dragging the beads out the way and beckoning him through the archway.
• "Sure," Kyle stammered, feeling suddenly more nervous now than he had since his first ever time in a strip club.
• "That I'm going to give you a dance you'll remember for the rest of your life," she purred. Her hand dragged him into a small booth to the right of the archway and he thumped into the seat. A single light shone down in the booth from above and music pumped from speakers high on the walls throughout the room.
• "Remember, no touching, Kyle," she breathed in his ear as she sat down astride his lap. She sat upright, her thighs either side of his and took a hold of his wrists, then paused a second, giving him a curious look.
• "What's up?" he asked, intensely aware of her chest inches from his face and the weight of her body on his.
• "Nothing," she said quietly as if breaking from a trance. She took his wrists and placed them either side of him on the chiar. "Keep your hands there, Kyle. You're not gonna need them." Then she winked. "I know you've been watching me for a while now."
• Without a seductive smile, Sahara leaned back, her pelvis pressing into his and she continued, arching her back until her head was on the small table in the booth. Then, in time with the pulsing music, she began to pump her hips on his, as if she was riding him.
• Kyle took a deep breath as his body immediately responded to this sultry woman gyrating on him, grinding her crotch on his through her thin black panties with the silver lace.
• Sahara bumped him extra hard, then four beats later the same again, then once more. Her hips resumed their quick movement, rocking on him in time with the music.
• "Oh Jesus," he muttered, feeling his cock begin to rise in his jeans. With his hands at his sides he could feel it getting thicker and longer, growing down the right leg of his trousers. Without adjustment it was going to get painful.
• Sahara flicked herself back upright on his lap, a graceful and erotic movement that placed her chest right in front of his face. Kyle licked his lips, acutely aware of her breathing and the rise and fall of her breasts.
• He felt Sahara's hand slip around behind his neck and she began to slowly ride him, as if on a bucking bronco in slow motion, grinding her hips on him, her flat taught stomach rolling with each movement.
• "Oh Jesus," he repeated.
• Her hands came up to her chest, barely a foot from his face and her finger glided slowly over her bra, tender fingertips caressing the material until they met in the middle. A smooth graceful motion had the front clip undone and then she rolled her head back and thrust her chest forward as her bra slid off her shoulders.
• The luxurious full shape of her breasts moved within inches of Kyle's face and as his mouth dropped open of it's own volition, suddenly she swung away again, her left hand landing on his forehead. Kyle felt his head being held firmly agianst the seat as Sahara rose onto her knees, her breasts hovering deliciously over his open mouth.
• He watched in agonisingly close detail as her free hand caressed her nipple for a moment, her face invisible in the silhouette of the overhead light, and then she brought it towards his mouth. Kyle's tongue flickered out, so close, aching to taste her tight little pink nub, longing to suck it into his mouth and pleasure her.
• Her body swayed, bringing her nipple closer then swinging away out of reach by a few inches, then back again once more. Kyle's tongue darted out at each swaying movement, but her hand held his head firmly in place, his tongue as little as an inch out of reach of it's target.
• He groaned, an involuntary sound that brought her nipple closer. His tongue stretched out, as far as he could make it reach and he strained as she inched her breast in, closer and closer until he was sure he would be able to lick her nipple. He positively ached for it, and it was all he could do to keep his hands at his sides and not drag her into his mouth.
• She released his head from the seat, but before Kyle could smother her nipple in his mouth she stood up, swaying her hips from side to side above him, slowly shuffling backwards for a moment, before she suddenly dropped to a crouch.