UNTOUCHABLE (Siri's Saga Book 1) (17 page)

He frowns. "Fuck yeah." Mandy giggles.

"Good. And do you remember Rule #7?"

He pooches his lips. "Fuck yeah."

"And do you remember how good your wife is with the application of #7?"

He pouts. "Fuck yeah."

"Good. Because I remember how much she liked it too."

Mandy giggles.

"Mandy, if he raises one finger off the chair, you are to use the crop. You decide how hard and how many."

She grins and licks her lips.

Charlie says, sounding so pitiful. "Fuck me." Making everyone laugh.

I turn the lights off. In the darkness, I can hear nothing but the room breathing. Everyone is waiting to see what I do next. I tell the earpiece to play Jeff Gutt's version of "Feeling Good."

With the first strains of the music, I am bathed in the bright light, and I step with each beat crossing my legs one in front of the other like a lioness stalking her prey. I interpret the music in true stripper fashion using my hair for dramatic effect, tossing it back, then wildly swinging it to the right, then to the left. The first time Jeff starts the chorus about a new dawn, a new day and a new life, I roll up on my toes like Michael Jackson and hold it. When he sings "Feeling Good," I slide my hand between my legs and thrust my hips to the horns three times. On the fourth thrust, I pull my hand up, grabbing my skirt and exposing myself.

A slow "Go … Baby … Go" slips out of Charlie's mouth.

On the next verse, I square up to the chair in a strong stance, standing directly in front of him. Placing one foot between his legs, pushing against his knee with mine, forcing him to spread his legs wide, I spin around and step in, while I throw my head back letting my hair hang over his lap. I lift my arms over my head and start down slithering, spreading his legs further as my body touches them with my ass rolling in my dress like a heartbeat. When I reach the bottom and Jeff sings, "Feeling Good" again, I spin around and blow a concentrated stream of air onto his straining dick pushing against the thin fabric as the horns play.

He grips the arms on the chair, leans his head back and screams. "Fuck me!" I know he wants to touch me or himself. His eyes come back immediately to me and I grin wickedly at him, licking my lips. His knuckles are white with the strain of maintaining control.

On the third verse, I start the same slow sexy slither back up as Jeff sings about dragonflies and butterflies, running my hands over my body, and into my hair. Unsnapping my collar, I leave my hands holding it until he sings that there is a new, bold world for me. That's when I lean over Charlie's lap letting my top drop off my tits and I swing them forward at his face. His hands start to twitch. As Jeff draws out "meee…eeee….eeee…," I squeeze them while rolling my head around my shoulders.

Charlie roars. "FUCK YEAH! FUCK ME!"

The music shifts again, and I lower my head till my hair lays on his lap, then I throw my hair, whipping it around and around in a frenzy. As the words express not having freedom and understanding that feeling, I use my hair to tickle his skin, flipping it and dragging it over his face, down his chest then over his cock held captive.

Charlie moans.

Mandy says, "Go, Baby, Go."

At the end of the song, Gutt sings about a new dawn, a new day and a new life. The first time, I throw my hair back, thrust my tits at him and wink. Then I stand up, turn around, cock my ass and push my skirt off one side of my hip. Cocking my hip to the other side, I push my skirt off that side. It slides off and lays in a pile at Charlie's feet. As I prance to the middle of the room, I pose to each dramatic beat. On the last "feeling good" chorus, I dig my fingers in one butt cheek and one breast squeezing hard, while I spin around as the song ends in darkness.

I turn the spotlights on the pole platform. Charlie and Mandy have not moved. Charlie is breathing hard and still has a death grip on the chair when I walk back up to retrieve my dress.

I slip it back on as he sits and continues to watch my every move. Pulling the dress up, wiggling my hips as the skirt slides up. I bend over and pull the bodice over my tits and snap the hook. When I'm dressed, I fluff my hair and place my stiletto on his knee then lean over to him. "Tell me Charlie, did you like your lap dance?"

He throws his head back and crows like a rooster. "Fuck yeah!"

When Mandy does the same thing, everyone laughs, and I drop my heel, spin around. "That's what I thought."
I'm owning it!

Mandy comes around to the front of the chair with the crop and waves it at him and to the men's line. She tells him. "Go, Baby, Go."

He pushes up out of the chair, his erection stands straight out at full attention. He can't resist the urge to say. "I'm feeling fucking good!" Mandy rears back and swats his ass with the crop making him jump and yipe. "Fuck …." And quickly adds. "Yeah!"

She giggles as she hands the crop back to me and they return to their side of the lines. She bouncing and flittering as only she can do and he strutting his erection as only he would do.

Before I return to the center of the room, I motion again for TD to come to me. When he arrives, I hand him the crop. "Wait here for me." He jumps onto the platform and I walk under the center spotlight.

When I'm there, I turn the spotlight off. Darkness and silence fall over the room again. Only the sound of their excited breathing fills the air. I take my time, letting the anticipation build, closing my eyes and becoming Britney Spears. I haven't done this routine in a while, but I know when I hear the music, the dancer will remember every move as if it were yesterday.

The first strands of "I'm A Slave For You" starts, the spotlight comes back on and for the next 3:23 minutes, they watch Britney dance the video. Every body thrust, every hip grind, every fucking move is perfect.
The dance is upon me! I don't deny it. I don't hide it.
When it's over, there is spontaneous applause. "I thank you and Britney thanks you."

Pointing at TD, he comes trotting to me. Whispering in his ear, I tell him what is up next. He turns to Mac and motions for him to follow. They pick up the lap dance chair he selected and move it behind the stripper pole facing the room. Mac takes a seat, places his hands on his knees, not on the arms of the chair, as instructed, gives a mighty "Fuck yeah!" which sounds like yee-haw and waits, grinning.

Rosa jumps up and down knowing she is going to get to participate. I motion for her to join him. She takes the crop and stands behind Mac like Mandy did. "Quick learners."

The others chuckle and Charlie says, "Faster, Bitch, Faster."

As I hit the Bluetooth to turn off the center spotlight and turn on only the lights on the stage, I step out of my stilettos. When Chris Cagle's, "Let There Be Cowgirls" starts, I sprint to the stage. Using Charlie's lap dance chair as a catapult, I propel myself at the pole. Grabbing it, I swing my legs straight out, letting my momentum carry them over the top of Mac's head. He blinks and twitches out of instinct but he doesn't move. He holds his ground, fearless.

Rosa lets out a Cowgirl "Fuck yeah!" As she ducks and takes a step back.

The revolution brings me to his chair, and I lightly place my feet on each arm, towering over him. I dance like I'm riding a horse, swaying, dipping, hunching and grinding. When I look down on him, Mac grins that sexy sideways grin and I see Matthew McConaughey. Matthew and I have some early history in my career so I decide to give Mac a fucking fantasy ride. I grin wickedly back at him and he leans his head back. "Fuck yeah!"
Def a Matthew move.

When Chris says "Ow, come on," I unsnap my dress and let it slide down again. I kick it off and grin down at him. His python hardens and peeks out of the top of his briefs. I crank up my dance. Then, right before the chorus, I bend over, legs straight, ass in the air, tits dangling in front of him, I take his hands, place them over his python. "So." He grins understanding Rule #3 as he strokes it.

When "Let There Be Cowgirls" is sung, I drop down onto the arms of the chair, straddling it. "Fuck me!" Mac shouts as I ride, grinding just over his hands. He strokes his cock to the rhythm of my gait and moans softly with a sexy drawl only to me. "Faster, Bitch, Faster."

Rosa, however, shouts. "Go, Baby, Go!"

When Cagle sings about the first time he sees the girl, knowing Mac's breathing is going to be panting before too much longer, I tell him. "Whoa, now." He stops his ride as I slide my ass to the left, swing my right leg off, up over his head and unseat the saddle. Returning to the pole, with my back to it and him, I grab it over my head and pull, lifting my legs up and over my head. At the top, I separate them into a split and drop them one at a time onto the arms of the chair. Lunging immediately for the pole, I climb to the top and pole dance like it's a trick pony. Then I push away, open my legs in a straddle split over his head giving both, he and Rosa, an eye full of my delightful diva-ness as I slowly slide down the pole to the chair.

Mac lets out a shrill whistle.

Rosa whispers in awe of my in air flexibility. "Fuck me."

When the lyrics say how badly he hurt as a teenager watching her ride, I drop onto the arms of the chair again sitting with my thighs spread wide and ride his imaginary horse hard. Grabbing his shoulders, I hunch directly over his crotch, riding that chair fast and hard like the Cowgirl I am. I see the strain starting from resisting me. I push him to his limits by throwing my left hand up and in true Rodeo fashion, I mimic bull riders lifting myself up and letting myself down, over and over again. My tits bouncing and flouncing wildly. For more than 8 seconds, I manage to stay on his bull before he bellows. "FASTER, BITCH, FASTER!" I drop my left hand down as I thrust my tits into his face, but right before they touch him, my hand shoots out, grabbing his throat, squeezing it, choking him. I rope him forcing his head back as I pull my body up his, so close I stir his chest hairs. I pin him until I am able to stand back up on the arms of the chair. His face straining, getting redder and redder.

Rosa let's out a scream. "FUCK YEAH!" As she proceeds to whip her own ass with the crop. "GO, MOTHERFUCKER, GO!"

When I release Mac, he gasps for air then let's out a bellowing. "GO, BABY, GO! DON'T STOP NOW! GOD DAMN! I GOTTA FUCK SOMETHING!" When he reaches for me, I twist, jump and grab the pole, swinging away before he violates my Rule #1. Rosa steps forward and lays the crop down on his chest with a smashing blow. He screams. "FUCK ME!"

She screams. "FUCK YEAH!" Over and over again, she punishes him.

I shimmy up the pole, riding the top again for the Rodeo as the last drums beat, and when the whistle is heard, I wrap my leg and fall mimicking a roped calf. I dangle as the song ends, watching as Rosa stops shocked and Mac slumps in the chair.

Fuck! I hope he is all right! She whipped him hard! There are welts. She has got to rein that frustrated passion in.

No one says anything. You can hear a pin drop. There is only the sound of Rosa's shallow rapid panting and Mac's deep gasping. When I dismount the pole, I squat next to him put my hand on his arm and ask softly if he is ok. With his eyes closed, he says, "Seary!"

I tell Rosa as I pat his arm. "Let's give him a minute." He grins without opening his mouth for me in a silent thank you and I hear her smacking her lips.
What is she doing?
Standing, I turn to her and she grins at me with a wild but happy look in her eyes. He has shot her with a direct hit and she is cleaning herself by licking her fingers as she wipes his semen off her body.
Damn! That's true love!

As I gather my dress, slip it back on and watch them silently, she squats by Mac's side. With a tone and inflection that says I'm sorry, she says to him. "Fuck yeah! Fuck me!" Then she stands and kisses him on the top of his head, waiting patiently for him to recuperate.

He inhales deeply and pulls himself out of the chair. He grabs her hand and raises their arms in victory. "FUCK YEAH!" Then he turns them to me and they bow.

I turn on all the lights for them as they make their way back to the line. The others start clapping. Mac's python is tamed and Rosa walks quiet and subdued. When she gets to Angela, she gets a much needed hug.

"TD, bring my shoes, please." He does as instructed and as I slip them. "It's your turn." I hook his arm and take him to the ladies. "Ladies, where are my manners? I haven't properly introduce TD to you yet. Here are your rules." I show him off like a piece of meat. "You can touch TD anywhere and everywhere, except his cock, on my count of 30. I might count fast or I might count slow, so you ladies make this examination count."

When Carlito Olivero's version of Satisfaction starts to play, I position TD directly in front of Angela. I stand behind him so he can't see me. "Ok, Angela. Ready, get set, go!"

TD smiles at her. "Go, Baby, Go."

I encourage her. "Don't be bashful, Angela. Touch him."

He lifts his eyebrows, grins and teases her.

She drops down to her knees in front of him. She puts both hands on the outside of his legs.

"Oh, dear. I forgot to start counting. One…."

She runs her hands inside his briefs over his ass and cups his butt, then squeezes it.

"Two…."

She pulls her hands to the front and then slides them on the sensitive inside of his thigh forcing his legs apart. I speed up the counting. By the time I reach 9, she has pushed her hand between his legs and is rubbing his balls. His cock gets hard and he grins at her. She grins at him too, while she strokes them. When I reach 20, one hand is tickling his balls while the other is massaging his ass and he is pulsating his cock for her in time to the music. The last 10 seconds, she slides her hand between the crack of his ass and down to meet her other hand. She cups his balls with both hands as she blows a tight stream of hot air on his cock.
That is a good technique, right there. Well played.