TakeItOff (8 page)

After my set, I can’t
remember taking tips or the music or anything. It was like there was a
spotlight on her face and the rest of the club was pitch black. The next thing
I remember is being at my locker putting up the money I made.

I go to my side stage and the
same thing happens. I see only her. As I walk to the next stage I pass her and
her friends. I say to her, “You are the prettiest girl I have ever seen. I can’t
even concentrate with you here.”

She smiles and giggles. I can’t
say anything else. I’m afraid I’ll stutter or say the wrong thing. I go to my
stage and finish my rotation, all the while making eye contact with her. We
smile back and forth to each other through the whole set.

When the night is over, I
quickly get dressed. I know the timing has to be perfect. I look through the
curtain and see her party about to leave. I have to act fast. I run to the car
and pull around the club to where the valet is dropping off cars. I wait for
the girl and her friends to come out and when they do, I pull up to the front
door. Luckily for me I just bought my new Corvette and it is waxed to a
glass-like shine. I roll down the window and say, “Hey, pretty girl, need a
ride?” I put on my most charming smile.

She smiles back but stalls
for a sec. Her friends chime in, saying, “Girl, you’d better go get in that
car.” She does and I pull around to the back of the club.

We talk for a bit, both
trying to seem innocent. By now her friends are waiting in the car behind us.
She says, “Well, I guess I’d better go.”

I lean over for a kiss, and
she meets me halfway. It lasts for what seems like a split second but is
probably closer to a minute. She gets out and leaves, and I sit there for a
minute, taking it in. I assume that will be the last time I ever see her and I’m
sure she thinks so too.

A few weeks later, I’m
checking Facebook and see a message from someone whose name I don’t recognize.
It turns out to be the sister, who was with the girl the night we met. She
explains to me that the girl I met is getting married and she wants me to be
her final fling before the ring.

To me, that’s wrong, but I
just can’t make myself pass up this opportunity. I tell her that I’m the right
guy for the job.

The night of our tryst
finally arrives and she walks into the club looking like a glamorous
supermodel. Everything perfect from head to toe. I can’t believe she wants me.
I stop by her table to say hi and give her a hug. I am so nervous. Just like
the night I met her, I can’t take my eyes off her the whole night. And the
night goes on and on, seeming to take forever to end.

Finally it’s two o’clock. I
just know somehow this is going to fall through.

I tell her I’ll meet her in
the parking lot and follow her to the hotel. She agrees. I can’t believe this
is going down. I get dressed and go to my car. I can’t let her ride with me
because the regulars hanging out in the parking lot would never tip me again if
they saw us together. I wait for what seems like an eternity because her
friends are talking to other dancers.

Finally, I can’t take it
anymore. I pull up to her and say, “Get in.” I don’t care who sees me. I can’t
wait any longer.

As soon as she gets in I grab
her hand. It feels like we have been doing it for years. We get to the hotel
and the reality is setting in. This is really going to happen. We get into the
room and immediately start kissing. I take off her dress, and she is even more
perfect naked. Smooth, soft, tan skin, long sexy legs, perfect nice ass and
titties that a sculptor couldn’t make more amazing.

I lay her down and start
going down on her, taking off my jeans while doing so.

Looking up at this gorgeous
woman and hearing her moan is turning me on so much. I want her now. I lie on
the bed and she starts sucking my cock, making it harder with every stroke. I
put on a condom and she climbs on top of me. It feels so good sliding in I know
I could have an orgasm at any second.

She rides me like she can’t
get enough, her tits bouncing, her pussy tight and juicy. She throws her head
back, tossing her long blonde hair around wildly. She comes hard, writhing and
moaning.

Now it’s my turn. I move
behind her and bend her over. I’m thinking as I put it in that this will be the
nicest ass I will ever grab. I put it in and start to fuck her harder and
harder. The noise from her moans and from my thighs slapping against her ass
are getting me even harder than before. I can feel my cock throbbing over and
over as I come. It is so amazing that I don’t want to leave. We talk as if we
are completely in love. I keep it going for as long as we can before I have to
leave.

We say our goodbyes and I
walk out the door, knowing I will never see her again.

Cheater’s Remorse

Cheating is something that I am against. However, in the
past, I have had some indiscretions. Having beautiful women throw themselves at
you can be very tempting. Only one time, ever, did I let the girl get into my
head. I met her in Little Rock on a roadshow. She was in line trying to buy a
signed copy of my
Playgirl
magazine. As
soon as I set eyes on her, I was sprung. She was five-feet-five with long,
flowing dark hair. She was in her early twenties and looked exactly like a mix
of Liv Tyler and Catherine Zeta-Jones. At that time in my life, that was my
perfect girl, looks-wise.

After the roadshow, I hooked
up with her and she had two friends with her. It just so happened that I had
two single friends, so we left the show together and headed back to the hotel
with these hotties.

One guy immediately took his
girl into the bathroom. My other friend took one bed and I got the other.

Each guy was at a different
level with his chick. The one in the bathroom was pounding his chick and they
were getting loud, which just made everyone else hornier. The two in the other
bed were having sex at this point as well.

I was under the covers with
one of the most beautiful chicks I’ve ever seen and we were doing everything
but actual penetration, kissing, rubbing, sucking each other all over. I looked
at her and asked if she had a condom. She didn’t, so we decided to orally
satisfy one another. She went down on me first, and she knew how to do it just
right. I held back as long as I could, but the warm, moist suction of her lips
and tongue, the way she cupped and squeezed my balls, had me battering her
mouth, pounding for all I was worth. As soon as I looked down at this beautiful
girl sucking my dick, I started to come. I tried to pull out to be polite but
she held on tight, her face buried in my groin, sucking every last drop out of
my cock.

Now it was ready to return
the favor. I flipped her over and ate and sucked her clit while I finger-fucked
her hard and fast. She thrashed and moaned and pulled my hair as she came.

But that just made me want
even more to feel what it was like to be inside this beauty, and she felt the
same way too.

I asked my friend in the
other bed if he had a condom, and he said it was in his bag. I got up, buck-naked,
and started feeling around in his bag for the condom, all the while hearing
moans from the bathroom and from the other bed! I was getting mad and
frustrated and started yelling, “Hey! Where’s the condom?” He kept telling me
it was in the bag, but I tore that bag apart and I never did find it.

By this time, the guy in the
bathroom was done and he came out into the room, totally naked and with his
cock half hard. He was jumping around and being silly while the girl he just
had sex with sat on the corner of my bed.

I still hadn’t had sex yet,
and I was hornier than hell, so I devised a plan where the two who were finished
would go to the store and buy me some condoms. I offered fifty bucks and said
they had to hurry because my nuts were about to explode!

The two in the other bed
finished and I was feeling sorry for myself. I had one of the hottest girls I
had ever scored and I had no condom. Plus, the van was getting ready to leave
to take us home soon. The two I sent to the store never left. The van was leaving
soon, so I realized that it was not going to happen for us that night. I got her
number and told her we had go. That ride home was very uncomfortable. My balls
felt like I was nineteen again after just having dry-humped my girlfriend. I
was in a relationship with a female stripper at the time. We weren’t the
happiest couple and I just couldn’t get this other girl out of my head. I would
call her and she would call me. We eventually decided to meet somewhere in the
middle for an all-nighter. I was so excited. I couldn’t think of an excuse to
be gone all night, so I picked a fight with my girlfriend and left. Feeling no
remorse, I drove two and a half hours to see my new fling.

Wow! She was even more
beautiful than I remembered! We got the room and wasted no time. At this point,
we had done everything but actually have sex. She ran a bath and started to
undress. Her skin was soft and smooth. I watched her get naked and my bulge got
bigger with each piece of clothing she took off. I placed her hands on my pants
button so she could start getting me undressed. She unzipped my pants and pulled
them down.

I wasn’t really wanting her
to see my fully erect cock just yet so I sat her in the tub and got behind her
after taking my boxers off. We soaped each other up and I was slowly studying
every inch of her beautiful body. Her nipples were that perfect pink and I
couldn’t wait until I could finally be inside her!

The bath was over and I got
out to dry off and put on some mood music. She dried off and came to me. I laid
her down and she gave me one of the softest, wettest, most passionate kisses I
had ever had. I was so turned on that I proceeded to give her the best oral sex
she had ever had! I was thinking I’d better get her off first because I might
not last long. With all the anticipation being built up and this being our
first time together, I was thinking ahead of the possibilities and how I really
wanted to rock her world. I wanted her and I wanted her to really want me.

I decided to turn on the stud
mode—and really took my time. I licked every part of her inner thighs before I
entered her. Every time I see a beautiful woman, I wonder what her moans sound
like. To hear a beautiful woman in pure ecstasy is the best, sweetest sound
there is, and the sounds she made almost made me come right then. She was riding
my cock and I was watching her succulent breasts bounce up and down. I was
trying my hardest to pleasure her a second time but it was all so intense that
I was not able to give her the second orgasm before I had my first.

As soon as I had that orgasm
(a really, really good orgasm), a blanket of remorse covered me. My breathing
became shorter and I started feeling the room close in. I couldn’t believe
this! I was feeling bad about being there and suddenly I really wanted to go
home. We lay in bed for what seemed forever and I kept running through my mind
how I could leave without making her feel used or angry. The original plan was
to spend the night but I made an excuse to leave and head out. She was totally
cool with my leaving and I was very glad about that.

That was the longest drive
home. I realized that night what the difference was between a cheater and a non-cheater.
It has everything to do with the potential for remorse or lack thereof that
keeps a man from cheating or enables him to cheat.

The Ultimate Table
Dance

If a hot girl is wearing a skirt and the dancer is giving
her a lap dance, sometimes just asking her what she wants her dance to be rated
will set him up for a booty call. You would be surprised how many say XXX! I’ve
given plenty of XXX table dances and hooked up afterward. But I never expected
to have a booty call
during
a lap dance—until a young regular took me
all the way one night.

She had been coming in the
club for a while. She was young but legal, with long, dark hair and a face that
was made for the camera. I never knew her name, just that every Friday night,
she would come in to see me for a table dance. Each time I danced for her, I
realized more and more that she knew exactly where to go and how to sit to get
the maximum enjoyment from my performance, depending on her mood. There are
different-height chairs in the club, low seats with tables in the pit and high
barstools in the table dance area.

On one particular night, she
came in wearing the sexiest little skirt and sat on a barstool. She spread her
legs wide open as I approached her and wrapped them around me to pull me closer.
As I stood there with my half-hard bulge within inches of her soft, wet,
beautiful snatch, the only thing keeping my cock from being inside her was two
little pieces of clothing, my trunks and her white panties. I started my sexy
dance, and she leaned back, thrusting her hips forward and rubbing her panties up
against my fully erect penis.

I tried to keep him down, but
she was turning me on and I was starting to really get the desire to be inside
her. I stared into her eyes and softly rubbed my hands down her chest, almost
rubbing her nipple. I squeezed both breasts together and buried my face in
them. I let my lips softly run up her breasts to her neck and nibbled on her
ear.

She cringed but in a good
way. I pulled the back of her hair and stared into her eyes. The level of
ecstasy was intensifying. With the other hand, I used my fingertips to slowly
caress her face, running my fingers down and over her breasts. I pulled her in
as close as I could. My cock was pressing against her panties. She was
thrusting her hips up and down, trying to achieve some friction on her
clitoris.