Chapter 8

• "Thrusting your tongue into my wet little pussy like a bad boy?" she continued, drawing a groan from Kyle as her ass worked his cock. He could feel his breathing deepen. His balls begin to tighten and he knew it wouldn't be long.
• "And now you want to cum, don't you?" she whispered.
• "Yes," Kyle gasped. He felt her suck in his earlobe once more, releasing it quickly. Her hips took a longer and slower ride down his cock.
• "I bet you want to touch me, don't you?" Sahara whispered. "To grab me, to take me, to fuck me."
• Kyle's cock was going to explode and he knew it. His breath was coming in sharp gasps now, hard and fast as Sahara lay on top of him, working his cock with her buttocks, working his mind with her words.
• He felt her hands fasten on his wrists, lifting them both. She pulled them up to meet her rocking hips and he gripped a hold of them, holding them in place to push his cock against, but Sahara continued to arch her back, riding his length up and down, manipulating his cock. He could feel it start to happen and his entire body tensed up.
• "Is my ass going to make you cum, Kyle," she whispered in his ear.
• Before Kyle could reply Sahara's buttocks tensed up, gripping him and her hips rocked fast, much faster than before, riding him hard and firm through his trousers. It sent him right over the edge.
• His breathing changed, deep fast pants of breath mixed with groans, right in her ear. His cock pumped out spurt after spurt of cum onto the inside of his boxers. His body exploded in waves of pleasure, hard surges of bliss as the dancer on his lap manipulated him into and through his orgasm.
• "Good boy," she murmured, jerking him off with the cheeks of her ass.
• Moments later Kyle's hands fell away from her hips, exhausted and sated as the last of his orgasm washed over him. Sahara lay still across his body now, relaxed and motionless. Her tongue darted out and traced a circle on his neck.
• "Did you enjoy the dance, Kyle?" she said quietly as he lay there panting.
• He nodded, not really capable of words or coherent sentences.
• "And it's a dance you'll remember for the rest of your life, isn't it?" she said. He could hear the the wickedness in her voice with a hint of self-satisfaction for a job well done.
• He nodded. "F... fuck yes," he stammered a moment later. "Incredible."
• She kissed him on the cheek, a surprisingly tender and gentle kiss, her right hand coming up to hold him in place. "My pleasure," she murmured.
• Kyle felt her shift her weight as if she was about to get up, and his hands clasped her hips. "Don't go."
• "I gotta get dressed, Kyle," she said, smiling at him. She wiggled her hips from side to side.. "Besides, I think you might need to go clean up."
• She kissed his cheek once more, a disarming gesture that provided affection at the same time as reminding Kyle that the dance was over. This time as she shifted her weight to sit up he let her go, feeling her sitting upright on his lap, her back to him.
• Kyle became aware of how the inside of his trousers were plastered with cum, and it was rapidly cooling now. She was right, he knew. He'd need to go clean up, and with a sigh of regret he accepted that the dance was finished.
• "You're a hell of a good dancer, Sahara," he said, watching as she bent over to pick up her panties and bra.
• She wiggled her hips on him, giving him a physical response rather than a verbal one he probably wouldn't have heard anyway. He took it as a sign she was pleased with his compliment and while she slipped her panties around her ankles, he pulled another twenty from his pocket.
• Sahara stood, bent over at the waist and slid her panties back up her legs. It was the first glimpes Kyle got of her ass and of her pussy from the rear and it made him lick his lips. She straightened as she slipped her black panties with the silver lace back up, adjusting them on her hips and then she half-turned and sat on his right thigh.
• "Here," Kyle said, lifting the twenty and handing it to her. "Best dance I've ever had. If I could give you a hundred bucks I would, and you'd stil deserve a tip."
• "Aren't you sweet," she said, and gave him a brief peck on the lips. "Thank you, Kyle."
• Sahara slipped her bra back on in a swift, practiced movement, fastening it and then running her fingers quickly through her hair, shrugging it back into place.
• "Shall we?" she said, standing and holding a hand out to Kyle to help him get up.
• He smiled, took her hand and stood up, feeling a little wobbly for a moment, making her chuckle.
• "Knee trembler?"
• Kyle nodded. "Told you you were good."
• "Oh, I know I'm good," she said, smirking. "Honestly though, I don't usually get turned on when I do a lapdance, but there's something about you, Kyle."
• Kyle smiled, but he knew that was a line. He didn't say anything further, but let her lead him from the booth and back through the beaded curtains to the main room.
• She stopped and gave him a peck on the cheek, and with a whispered, "Thanks for the dance," she was off. Kyle looked over at his friends, watching a dancer up on the main stage doing naked acrobatics with her thighs clasped around a steel pole, and smiling, he headed for the bathroom.
• Kyle, Ed and Casey arrived at Club Boca but had to wait in the queue. The time passed quickly with Casey repeatedly reminding Ed not to be a total dick and Ed repeatedly quizzing Kyle about the lapdance. Since he cleaned himself up in the bathroom at the club, Kyle hadn't said a word about it to his buddies. He'd also ditched his boxers in the restroom waste-paper bin and ended up going commando. There was no way he was going to tell Ed that story.
• At a little after twelve they were admitted to Club Boca, a large place focussed around dancing and drinking, with DJ's playing a mixture of mainstream dance and latin house music, and Kyle immediately picked up on the cool chilled vibe of the place. Ed and Casey hit the bar while Kyle went looking for the girls. The guys had caught up with him again by the time he spotted them, so the three of them walked over to join them.
• "Hey," Kyle smiled as he approached Julietta.
• "Hi Kyle," she said, smiling back. "So you guys made it then? We thought you weren't gonna show."
• Kyle smiled, knowing without a shadow of a doubt that Sahara wasn't Julietta, but the similarity to her was frightening. Realising he hadn't answered her, he smiled. "Yeah, we got stuck in the line outside. Here now though."
• "Glad to hear it," Julietta replied giving him a nudge with her elbow.
• "Hey, wanna dance?"
• "Sure."
• Kyle followed her down to the dance floor and took the opportunity to check her out. He really dug the short black skirt and boots and the black and white cut-off top she wore really showed her off. Once they were on the dance floor, Kyle let himself go. He'd always enjoyed dancing, especially in clubs and when a lot of his friends went through that phase where they thought that dancing was 'gay', Kyle was able to dance with most of the hot chicks in his school. Now he was twenty he felt comfortable on the dance floor.
• While they enjoyed the music, Kyle noticed the odd guy checking out Julietta from time to time. She really did look hot, he noted, and he liked how she kept looking at him. Despite his earlier orgasm at the strip club he could feel a tingle of excitement in the pit of his stomach.
• After fifteen minutes or so out on the floor, where they were briefly joined by Casey and Margarita, they stopped for a drink. Kyle grabbed them a couple of stools looking down on the dancefloor and they sat down.
• "So what you been up to tonight then?" Kyle asked.
• "Oh, you know. This and that," she grinned. "Four girls out on the town."
• "I can imagine," he laughed. "Lots of teasing and flirting?"
• "Little bit," she replied, laughing. "Bit of drinking, bit of dancing too."
• "Good stuff." He took a swig of his beer and after offering Julietta another drink, he popped down to the bar and got a round of drinks in for them all. When he got back Ed was telling them all about the strip club they were at earlier.
• Kyle groaned, as he hand't intended telling any of the girls about Derriere's Gentleman's Club but he should have known that Ed was incapable of any kind of tact or diplomacy. He popped the drinks down on the table and picked up his and Julietta's, handing her it.