| Straight: Threesomes: Clubbing (1/7) |
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“She’s cute…” I say. “What do you think?” “Mmm, nice” you reply. “Would you like her to dance for you?” I ask. “Er, well, I’ve never…, do you think she would?” I laugh, “Sorry, I shouldn’t laugh. OF COURSE she’ll dance for you, if you pay her – or for that matter, let me!” You blush at the thought and grip my hand a little tighter, obviously a little nervous at the fact that I ‘dragged’ you into this club, a lap-dancing bar of all places… and this being our first ‘proper’ date… “Do they dance for ‘girls’ then too?” you ask. “Of course,” I say, “as long as you pay!” You smile. “She IS nice though, isn’t she?” you say and grin. This seems to catch her eye from the far side of the bar from where we are sitting and she smiles at us. She begins to walk through the crowd of men, almost all being chatted to by some or other girl dressed scantily and seductively, some suiting the style more than others. She smiles again and walks past the last of the men, one of whom appears to work at the club and says something to her as she passes. She nods to him and continues to walk… she IS sexy: long blonde hair, perfect make-up (as you would expect, of course), piercing blue eyes, a very pretty face, gorgeous smile and dressed in a delightful pink dress, with a daring slit all the way up the side of her right leg to her waist. She also has a beautiful pair of boobs – real or otherwise, they look sensational. “Hi, my name is Amber,” she says, smiling at both of us. “Are you staying for a little while - as I’ve got to dance up there?” she asks, pointing at the small stage area at the end of the room. “It’s my turn, you see…” she adds. “I think we’ll be here for a little while longer yet. Yes,” I say, you nod in agreement. “Good,” she says, “love to dance for you both… are you coming to watch me?” she asks. “Yes, that’d be good,” you reply. Amber then gently takes you by the hand and leads you down towards the other end of the room and I begin to get some serious movement in my trousers. She invites us to sit down in a curved seated area close to the stage. “You’ll get a good view from here” Amber tells you, and smiles at us both as she walks up a couple of steps at the side of the stage. The music changes as she walks onto the stage and the sound of the Sugababes’ “Push the Button” plays. She goes up to the bright brass pole positioned in the centre of the stage. Leaping high to the top of the pole, she grips with her hands and throws her legs high up around the pole, spinning around whilst gripping the pole only with the inside of her thighs. “She’s BRILLIANT” you say excitedly. “She’s good, but she’s only just started!” I reply. She then straddles the pole and looks right at us with the pole between us, thrusting her cunny along it at the bottom, and smiles again, pulling herself up the pole again and ‘somehow’ managing to spin around again- completely defying gravity. She ends up holding herself on to the pole but looks |
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Very nice--