French Quarter (10 page)

“What did you do?”

“I got you a surprise,” he said, leading her farther.

Up ahead, she noticed doors marked “Private Dances,” and at that very moment, Felicia and the blonde slipped inside one of them. Liz’s heart rose to her throat. Despite last night, she wasn’t sure about this, hadn’t planned on doing anything with anyone here but Jack. And yet…hadn’t the unknown beckoned to her when she’d entered Club Venus a little while ago? Hadn’t not knowing for sure what to expect made her all the more excited?

“What did you do?” she asked again when they stopped just outside the door.

He cast a wicked grin. “Just told ‘em what I thought you’d like.”

Liz’s stomach went hollow with a combination of excitement and fear. Even after last night, what lay inside seemed so forbidden.

“By the way,” Jack said in a low, sexy voice, “in here, you can touch ‘em back.”

Every nerve in her body seemed to prickle as she looked up at him. “I’m nervous.”

The tilt of his head seemed almost scolding. “You? I don’t believe it. I don’t think you have a nervous bone in your body.”

“I was beginning to think I didn’t, either. But everything else that’s happened has been so spontaneous, with no time to think. And this seems…so orchestrated.” Liz couldn’t be sure what she was afraid of. Was it because there were two women instead of one? Or because they were both so gorgeous—was she intimidated?

An expression of concern took over Jack’s handsome face. “I thought you’d be into this. But we don’t have to go in there if you don’t want to,
chere
.”

Suddenly, she felt like he’d picked out a gift for her and she didn’t like it. The fact was—she might love it, she just wasn’t sure yet. She braced her hands against his chest. “Tell me something. Will it excite
you
? Will it do as much for you as it probably will for me?”

He looked incredulous. “You have to ask?”

She nodded earnestly.

He ran his hands up her arms, stopping at her shoulders. “Baby, it’ll excite the holy hell out of me, probably more than anything ever has.” He stopped and took a deep breath, and it was clear the very idea was heating him up.

And that was all Liz needed to know. One look into those dark, passion-filled eyes and she was more than ready to discover the pleasures that waited behind the door. Knowing it was as much for his delight as hers took away all her fear, even turned her eager. In one sense, she knew Jack so little, yet in another, she trusted him, and she wanted to share pleasure with him so much that it felt like they’d been together for a very long time. “Then I want to do it.”

He used the crook of one finger to lift her chin. “Are you sure?”

She nodded and felt the fresh excitement rumbling in her chest. “Very.”

Twisting the doorknob, she walked into the room, which was small but even more plushly furnished than the rest of the club, with a rich burgundy sofa and chair, expensive-looking lamps, and mirrors all around, on both the walls and the ceiling. Both girls sat on the sofa and smiled when Liz and Jack stepped inside. They’d put their clothes back on—the blonde in the skintight red dress that stopped sinfully high on tan thighs and was thin enough that her nipples jutted prominently through the fabric. Felicia wore the white mini and a small white Spandex blouse that tied in a knot between her bulging breasts. Both of them looked like sex on a stick.

“Hi there,” Felicia said, tilting her head as she gazed into Liz’s eyes. “I think we met last night.”

Liz nodded. Her breasts felt heavy, her pussy tingly, as she remembered how intimate she’d been with this woman just twenty-four hours earlier. “Yes.”

“I’m glad you two came back for more,” she said, then motioned to the other woman, who looked like a living Barbie doll. “This is Morgan.”

Morgan nodded hello, a sensual little cat’s smile on her red lips.

Rising to her feet, Felicia took Liz by the hand and urged her to sit down on the couch between the two women. Jack took the chair a few feet away. Liz’s entire body pulsed with anticipation.

Reaching toward a small sound system on a table at the sofa’s end, Felicia pushed a button, releasing soft, sexy music into the air. Only then did Liz realize she could no longer hear the sounds of the club outside the room, that the space must be soundproofed, which made it seem even more private.

Turning to Liz, Felicia licked her lips, painted a pale, sexy pink tonight. Her eyes brimmed with seductive fire. “Just sit back and relax, sweet thing,” she said. “Let us do all the work.”

Liz’s heart seemed to lurch as Felicia reached for the opening of Liz’s jacket. She hadn’t worn a camisole underneath, so the suit jacket was fastened from her chest to below her waist. One by one, the sexy brunette undid the buttons.

When they were all free, Morgan slipped the jacket off from behind, the move revealing Liz’s lacy lavender bra. The cups, cut to cover only from the nipple down, held her large breasts high and firm. “Pretty,” Felicia whispered, her gaze on Liz’s chest. Then Felicia gently dug her fingers in both cups and flicked them down just enough that Liz’s nipples popped free. The quick touch had felt like a delicious lick of flames and Liz’s cunt reeled. The simple act of having her breasts exposed to the three other people in the room thrilled her deep in her womb.

Pushing to her feet, Felicia began a slow, sensual dance only a few feet in front of Liz. Liz watched each move of Felicia’s delectable body, getting caught up in the liquid motions, drunk on the steamy rhythm. From the corner of her eye she saw Jack watching the scene, and feeling his eyes on her increased the tempo of the heartbeat throb in her pussy.

From behind her came Morgan’s tender touch—feathery fingers on Liz’s shoulders eased her back into Morgan’s soft arms. Liz let herself settle there, relaxing, basking in the softness of another woman. Felicia’s dance grew more provocative—she ran her hands over her breasts and round ass, and she teased Liz with the temptingly short hem of her tight little skirt. Morgan’s arms settled briefly around Liz’s waist, but soon her hands rose to gently cup the bottoms of Liz’s aching breasts, and then her thumbs began to play over Liz’s hard, pointed nipples. Waves of pleasure washed over her cunt like a tide coming in and out, in and out. The delightful sensations echoed from her breasts through her entire body.

Every ounce of her being was caught in a deep, languid pleasure and the whole time, even as she kept her gaze rooted firmly on Felicia’s dirty dance, she kept thinking,
Watch me, Jack. Watch me.

Finally, Felicia teasingly undid the knot on her top and cast it free so that her big, lovely breasts were bare for both Liz’s and Jack’s hungry eyes. Felicia ran slender fingers over the two perfect orbs, then down over her smooth stomach and still swathed hips. Morgan kneaded Liz’s breasts now, full in her small, soft hands, and Liz heard her own breathy sounds, heavy and weak.

It was at this point that Felicia pulled a simple ladderback chair from a corner of the room, turned it around, and straddled it. The move made her skirt rise to her hips, revealing that she was naked underneath—no g-string. The vision of her shaved slit, opened slightly, revealing a bit of pink, was electrifying.

Next, Felicia resumed her sexy dance on the chair, pussy gyrating hotly as her breasts jiggled. Her expression said she was as turned on as Liz, just like last night.

Finally, Felicia abandoned the chair, but her stretchy skirt remained high on her hips so that she was effectively nude. She approached the couch and bent over, reaching for the side zipper on Liz’s skirt. She slid the zipper down, reaching to tug at the skirt’s hem. Liz lifted, letting Felicia pull it off, leaving her in only her lavender lingerie.

Felicia’s hands glided from Liz’s knees up over the tops of her stockings and garters, past her hips and tummy, not stopping until both she and Morgan were fondling Liz’s breasts. Liz watched their hands mingling there, Morgan firmly kneading and massaging, Felicia toying with her nipples, raking her fingertips over the hard beads, then pinching them and gently pulling at them, driving Liz wild. Liz spared a quick glance to her lover in the chair a few feet away to find his eyes glued on her, his gaze lust-filled.

Next, Felicia climbed onto the couch, straddling Liz’s hips and beginning to dance, as she had last night. Her pussy—now tantalizingly bare and smooth, large pink clit peeking from between the folds—hovered just above Liz’s scant lavender panties. Liz’s breath came even heavier; she was nearly panting…and
wanting
, so badly wanting the woman who lingered seductively over her nearly naked body.

And then Felicia sank her pretty cunt down onto Liz’s lace-covered one and began to grind. It was a grand relief to finally feel the weight and pressure of Felicia’s body where Liz burned and ached the most. Her pussy had gotten so very swollen and wet, desperate for stimulation, and now the dark-haired stripper was rubbing against her, riding her, taking her where she needed to go. Liz didn’t hesitate to push back, working her mound against Felicia’s. So intoxicated on sex that she no longer thought, only felt, Liz reached up for Felicia’s breasts. Round and soft in her hands, she squeezed and caressed as Felicia rode her and massaged her breasts, too. Liz twirled Felicia’s nipples, hard and erect between her fingers, following the urge to sit up slightly and rake her tongue over one beadlike crest. It felt like a pearl on her tongue, so innately feminine and sensuous. Both women purred and Liz did it again, this time to Felicia’s other breast.

The sensuous stripper moved her pussy in hotter, tighter circles and Liz matched her, getting closer and closer to the edge. When Felicia leaned low over her chest, raking her bare breasts lushly over Liz’s, it happened—the climax shot through her quicker than she’d expected, making her cry out in joy and relief.

The orgasm had been so long in coming that it was especially thick and intense. Each wave of pleasure engulfed her entire body and sent a fresh surge of moisture to her swollen mound. She pumped at Felicia’s pretty cunt, each thrust pushing their breasts gently together until Felicia spasmed, too, crying out in passion, and Liz knew she was coming, as well. They moved together, their rough lunges hard, hard, hard against each other, before slowly becoming softer, lighter, until their grindings were so delicate they were almost beginning to excite Liz all over again.

She flicked her gaze to the man a few feet away. Their eyes connected with beams of pure liquid heat. Her orgasm had been a hundred times more incredible knowing Jack was there, watching her come, watching her writhe against another woman.

Finally, Felicia backed off Liz and both let out slow sighs of recovery. Liz sat up and turned to find Morgan, still completely dressed in her tight mini, looking just as beautiful and sexy and only slightly spent. It gave Liz an idea. Jack had just given her an astounding gift, something she never would have experienced any other way, and now she wanted to surprise him, too.

She leaned up to whisper to Morgan. “Dance for him.”

Morgan’s pretty blue eyes met hers, shining with uncertainty.

“Start out just dancing, stripping, and then give him a lap dance. Whatever you feel like doing—okay?” Liz said.

So as the music continued playing, Morgan rose up on her incredibly high heels, stepped over to where Jack sat, and began to sensually sway her curves directly in front of him. He flashed a quick glance to Liz and she smiled, saying, “
I’m
back to taking charge again.”

“Mmm,” he said, and clearly understanding he was supposed to sit back and enjoy this, he turned his eyes on the delectable Morgan as she slid thin red straps from one shoulder, then the other, slowly pushing the dress to her waist. Liz thought she enjoyed looking at Morgan’s pretty pale breasts as much as Jack did.

Soon Morgan was easing the already ultra-short hem of the dress upward until it revealed that, like Felicia, she wore no panties, no flesh-colored g-string like out on the floor. A tuft of pale brown hair floated above a smooth-shaven pussy that she settled over Jack’s crotch.

Liz hadn’t been certain how she’d feel watching another girl give Jack a lap dance, but she quickly discovered that she
loved
watching her man receive the pleasure she’d decided he should have. He refrained from touching Morgan, keeping his hands gripped on the arms of the plush chair, but let his eyes slide up and down her body as she worked over him, caressing her own breasts, gyrating her hips.

Next to Liz on the couch, Felicia lounged comfortably, half lying down, lightly touching herself as she watched, raking her fingertips through her naked slit. Her eyes went glassy as she licked her full upper lip. The lush, erotic vision stole straight into Liz’s pussy, making it pulse with excitement again. God, the forbidden pleasures she was experiencing with Jack,
because
of Jack, were almost overwhelming at moments, leaving her to wonder how much exhilaration her body could handle.

As she shifted her gaze to the sexy lap dance, her breasts turned heavy, missing Felicia’s stimulation and compelling her to reach up and caress them herself. She massaged her soft globes and twirled her nipples between thumb and forefinger, all while she viewed the sexy lap dance. A glance from the corner of Jack’s eye told her the sight of her touching her breasts upped his excitement.

Morgan continued to dance on Jack’s lap, heated gyrations that crushed her crotch against his cock, firmly rubbing, raking over the length of the column Liz could see outlined through his pants. Jack looked fully intoxicated with lust as he watched the stripper grind against him. Although his only thrusts against her were small, gentle, his knuckles had gone white on the arm of the chair and Liz suspected it was all he could do not to push back harder. His soft, low groans added to the tension gathering and swirling in Liz’s pussy as she continued to tweak her nipples, mold her breasts. She wondered how long he could last, and just when she was sure he would come, he placed his hands at Morgan’s hips and gently eased her back from his erection.