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How about you take off that dress, and we see if you can resist coming.No. I like her idea. "You're right. This works." I have more practice. And I need an option that doesn't involve me making her come.
Daphne bites her lip. "Good. Yeah. Perfect." She brings the copper mug to her lips and takes a long sip. "Who do you like here? Of our options." She looks to the four dancers on stage. Then, through the crowd, at the dancers talking to customers.
Mostly white, thin women with big fake tits. A curvy Black woman. A short Asian woman. A tall Latina.
All playing into stereotypes.
What would she say about this?
Desire isn't politically correct, maybe.
She takes her time surveying her options. And she points to the dancer in leather, as she picks up her tips and rights her top. "I want her."
"You like a Domme?"
"I do," she says. "That's what I want to try tonight. I want to be tied to someone's bed."
Fuck me.
Chapter Sixteen
Jackson
The private dance area in the back of the club throbs with electronic dance music. The space screams of sex. Blue benches, purple lights, mirrored walls and ceiling.
And the half a dozen lap dances already in progress.
The stripper, Mistress Mercy, sits Daphne in the middle of an empty couch and points me to the spot next to her.
Her black lips slide into a smile. "I love couples. They're my favorite. There are so many ways we can do this."
"We're playing a game," Daphne says. "If that's okay with you."
"Depends on the terms." Her eyes fix on Daphne. "And what I get to do if one of you breaks the rules."
Daphne's cheeks flush, but she pushes on. "We want to see who can better resist your charms." She swallows hard. "The first one to touch you loses. Wherever you are okay being touched, of course."
The dancer smiles. "And is the loser punished?"
"Yes," Daphne says. "What do you recommend?"
"A spanking." She winks at me. "I like to bend bad girls over my knees."
"Perfect." Daphne looks to me. "If that works for you."
I know I protested, but the truth is, Daphne doesn't have a chance in hell. I've practiced my self-restraint for a long time. And I have little desire to touch this dancer.
I don't know her. I don't want her.
She's an attractive woman with a slim, athletic figure similar to Daphne's, but she's too, well, dominant.
I don't mind a little role reversal with a girlfriend. I enjoy it every so often. As much for the practice as the thrill.
The best martial artists know how to attack and defend. It's the same principle. I master my role and my partner's.
And, well, it's fun to switch places from time to time.
But with this stranger?
