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He takes another swig of Cristal, then peels bill after hundred-dollar bill off the stack, tossing them in the air until they’re raining down over us, a shower of pure excess. Obviously money is no object where Derek is concerned.
I smile, everything in my body a raging whirlwind of anticipation. This is going to be a fun night.
I lean into his body again and whisper, “Follow me.”
5
Derek
Sapphire leads me off to a much more private area of the strip club, but there’s still a stage and there’s still an audience. I sit in one of the chairs but Sapphire saunters up on the stage.
“I asked for a very exclusive dance. Your most exclusive.” I shoot Sapphire my most charming grin, because now I know what she’s up to.
“If you understand anything about exclusivity, Derek, and I think you do, then you know that the anticipation you’ll build before the dance is truly in your lap, well, it will be unparalleled.
She has a point. Plus, I want to see what damage her sexy little body will do on the stage. Sapphire’s huge tits and firm ass will look goddamn incredible when she starts to dance. If she dances even half as sexy as she walks, I’ll be nursing a massive erection to bury in her in no time at all.
“Plus, you need to sit down and control your fingers. Don’t you know, no touching?” Sapphire’s voice is playful but I know that’s actually a rule.
Like so many rules, I have no intention of following it. But at least for now, I’ll play along for Sapphire.
I take in every curve of Sapphire’s body as she dances on the floor. I watch the sway of her breasts and I practically fucking shiver at the sight of her dropping lower and stroking the pole. She's wiggling her body and shimmying down the length of the silver chrome until she has it between her luscious ass cheeks. I want my face there. Her eyes connect to mine and I know that she knows that. Her eyes are locking with my gaze in a way that my cock aches for. First one leg goes up, then the other, and I could cream my trousers just watching her. As it is, every jiggle of her supple body makes my cock strain almost painfully against the fabric constraining it.
“Come here,” I say in such a low growl that I know she can’t hear me through the music, even in this private area it is loud enough to drown out normal volume, and I spoke barely above a whisper. But she knows what I’ve said just by staring at my lips, and it proves that she’s watching my every move very carefully. And it proves how much she fucking wants me. Just as much as I want her.
This girl is goddamn gorgeous, and by the way she walks I can tell she will be able to keep up with me in every way imaginable. Her movements are fluid, dirtier poetry than some limerick likely scrawled on the wall of a strip joint like this one. When she dances closer to me but still on the stage, she drops down and spreads her legs wide in front of me, putting her perfect body on display.
“You rang?” Sapphire says in a joking voice. I want to fist my cock right here listening to her but I have some damn class. Instead, I reach my fingers out to her pussy on display.
She rises up to defer the inevitable descent of my fingers on her body.
Do I know that you’re not supposed to touch the dancers in a strip club?
Of course. I’m not fucking stupid.
Do I know that the rules do not fucking apply to me?
That’s the real question. And I’ll tell you the truth because it's as clear as the sopping wet pussy juice on the triangle of her pink lacy thong.
Even if I couldn’t have gotten away with it for who I am, I can get away with it because of how much she wants me. There’s nothing fake in the way that she looks at me now. I know this is more than spotting a wealthy mark. I doubt she knows that I’m the prince of St. Albans, because I prefer to share my identity at my discretion. I don’t even have agents surrounding me right now. The lights in this club aren’t exactly spotlighting me, either.
No, I know the truth. So now I tell her. “You want me in your pussy.” Again, my words are barely above a whisper but she’s hanging onto my words.
Her fingers are at her nipples, tugging them and slapping her full breasts, squeezing her pert flesh and jiggling it for me.
Her face is flushed. Every hair on her skin is standing up. Sapphire is so turned on right now that she is actually starting to tremble.
“So if you’re such a hot shot, make me cum,” Sapphire says, but even over the music, I can hear how breathy her voice is. Her eyes twinkle like the gems of her moniker, and there’s nothing fake in her desire. I love that brazen request, barely masked in a tease.
What Sapphire wants, I’ll deliver.
We both know the instant my fingers would sink into her tight little pussy she’s teasing, she’d squeeze my fingers in her and strangle out her own orgasm. But right now she means, out here at least, to make her cum without touching her.
Not touching the dancers, the rules, etc. All that stuff that I’m happy to throw out the window, but I also like facing the challenge. I can make Sapphire cum without every touching her.
“Pinch your nipples again while you shove your ass in my face.” I spread my stance in my seat, lounging back and watching the way her eyes light up at my commands. “Know that even though I can see it and I’m not touching you, I’m imagining doing things to your body.” I fucking like this game, fucking her body through her mind. I clear my throat because I know that watching her cum is not going to be easy on my end. I heard the low growl in my voice, the beast of desire barely contained within me.
I want to do some strangling of my own cock. Maybe choke the life out of my cock while I watch her shivering through little pre-orgasmic quakes as she turns and glides around the stage.
