The Beginning (9 page)

“Can I ask you a question?” I venture.

“Of course, I am an open book.”

Open book? Interesting, but I want to stick to the one thing I need the answer to.

“That girl, the table-dance. I mean, did she ask you for one? How is it…I mean, you never asked me to dance for you, and I was, well, just curious. Is that what you like? Is that what you want when you come in here?” I feel flustered asking, this is after all a strip club and I do after all work in one. So what goes on down here, or in mine, is how it is.

Jonathan takes a long, deep breath. He looks away, and took a minute to answer me.

“Let me tell you Lenox, I do a lot of business in strip clubs. Here in Manhattan, it’s really common. I also work with a lot of computer guys, some say geeks, and they wouldn’t get the attention they get in here on the outside. It make me feel good to bring them in here and see pretty girls be nice to them, regardless of the money it costs me. Now, what you saw tonight, the girl is a favorite of Dave’s and he paid for the table dance for me. She is a nice girl and doesn’t try to hustle him out of his paycheck so she usually sits with us when we come over here.”

Ok, that is honest and makes sense, but there is still one more thing I need to know.

“What about the night you met me, you were alone as far as I saw. Why were you in the club?” I need to know if had come to see someone in particular.

“The night I met you? I had been there with some guys from Japan, they left and I was at the bar paying our tab when you walked on stage. I was captivated. Instantly I had to watch you. I didn’t leave, I couldn’t walk out and as you know, instead I went and sat at a table on the side of the stage I knew you would come off of. I wanted first dibs at you, as bad as that sounds. But I had to talk to you, you are so magnetic and hypnotic and that’s it. The truth.”

Wow, I didn’t expect that. He stopped and stayed because of me. This guy is really getting to me. His honesty turns me on and draws me into him. I lean over and kiss his cheek, the stubble soft on my lips. I stay leaned into him and he looks at me and puts down his flute. Reaching behind him he pulls on a large tassel braided rope and the red curtain swings out from the wall and around us. It envelops us in a soft red cocoon.

“Stand up” he tells me.

I put down my glass and do as he says. He bends his finger intimating he wants me to come closer and I walk into the place between his legs he has spread apart.

Looking me up and down, he tells me, “Take off your dress.”

I am wearing a new short red lace dress with long sleeves and a large lace cutout print. It is very bright and you can see my matching bra and panty set underneath. I decided to wear a white set that would really pop under the dress. I pull the dress down off my shoulders, pull my arms out and push it to the floor. I step out of it and lay it on the love seat.

“I don’t ever want to see you wearing that dress again. Understand?”

“Wait what? Don’t you like it?” I ask confused.

“No, I don’t. That color red is cheap and you my dear are not cheap.”

I am not sure if I am flattered or offended at the reference to my taste in clothes.

I choose flattered.

“What about the shoes?” I am wearing a pair of red platform stilettos that I bought with his generosity.

That wicked smile spreads across his lips, “The shoes can stay.” Phew.

“Why don’t we get something out of the way tonight? Dance for me.” He commands.

The tone in his voice is forceful and I like it.

“That will be twenty bucks sir and I need to find a security guard to collect for the club.” I tell him. I have my hands on my hips and one is cocked to the left.

“Fuck the club. Dance!” He holds up a crisp fifty and his strong tone makes things stir inside me.

I begin to move for him, even though there is no music back here. I want to be as suggestive and captivating as I can. Slowly but with great abandon, I reach behind my back, unsnap my bra, and feel my top pop open. I cross my arms in front my breasts and place my thumbs under the straps. I bend at my waist, lean forward into Jonathan’s space, and let the bra fall down with my thumbs, and drop it on the floor. Topless, I lean forward, closer to Jonathan, teasing him to touch my nipples again. He doesn’t take the bait, even though they are just outside his lips. I lift my right leg up, bending it I place my knee on the love seat right between his thighs, and scoot it up so that it’s touching his warm hardness. Again I lean in, my breasts very closely to him, wanting his breath on them. He is smug and just looks at them, and then up at me. Jonathan knows I want them in his mouth, but denies me in slowly shaking his head back and forth sideways, telling me no.

Discouraged, but still determined, I slowly turn around and sway my hips from side to side. I run my hands from the back of my thighs, up my ass, and cross my arms in front of me so that my opposite hands are running up my torso, and into my hair. I pull the back of my hair up and expose my neck. I keep my hair on top of my head and look over my shoulder at Jonathan. He is watching me so intently, his legs are spread wide and he is rubbing his thumb on his chin and taking me all in. Looking down I can see that hard bulge in his pants and it makes me feel warm between my legs. I turn my head back around and go back to swaying my hips for him. I drop my hair down and rub my hands down my body in reverse. This time when I get to my hips, I bend down towards the floor, keeping my limbs straight. I put my hands back on the back of my thighs and run them all the down to my legs. With my legs spread apart and straight, I fold all the way down and grab my ankles. I stay there for a moment with my tight ass sitting straight out and in front of Jonathan. Let him look at this for a minute.

Suddenly he takes his left hand, reaches forward, grabs my panties between my legs, and holds me firmly. I gasp at the surprise, but love the way it feels with my hot throbbing in his hands. He begins by taking the tip of his fingers and kneading my clitoris between the silk fabric. This man controls me completely and I will do anything he desires. I look up from between my legs and can see him rubbing me, watching him makes me wetter, and more wanton of his touch. Stopping for a moment he removes his hand, and I take it as my cue to bend back up turn around, but I hear a firm, “NO.” from his lips. Quietly obeying his order I continue to stand facing away from him. The teasing and rubbing he gave me was menacing and I can feel my knees begin to shake. Jonathan must see my weakness and he gives me another order. “Take them off.”

Quickly I pull my panties down and step out of them. I kick them to the side with my foot.

“No, give me those.” He tells me and I bend over and pick them up. “Here,” and he holds his hand. I am really turned on by his forcefulness tonight. I turn around and walk a step to hand them to him. I place them on his outstretched palm, “Good kitty” he tells me and I lean in and give him a kiss on his cheek. I see the corner of his mouth curl up into a bit of a smirk. He puts my panties in his pants pocket. Nobody has ever taken my panties before.

“Turn around.” I am told and spin to face away from him again, “and stand still.” As I stand there glued to the floor waiting for more instructions I can feel him eyeing me up and down. Impatiently I begin to turn my head to look over my shoulder at him. “Stop,” he directs, and I cease trying to see him. I hear the rustle of movement and can feel that Jonathan has stood up and is now standing here. His presence is immediate and fills the space behind me. All of the sudden I feel him take his fingers and slowly pull my hair back and over my right shoulder. The touch from his fingertips softly grazes my skin and the nape of my neck as he whisks my hair across to the other side. It is so tender and gentle, “yes please,” I whisper to myself.

“Oh yes?” he asked me back. Both of us are surprised by my utterance. 

I can feel his stillness and his warm breath on my neck and back. I anxiously await his next move, I want him to turn me around and ravish me. Instead he drops to a crouch behind my knees. I feel his hands gently reach around and touch the top of my feet, as he does I can feel breath on the back of my knees. He keeps them there for a moment, and then begins to slowly drag his fingers up over the bridge of my foot and wraps them around my ankles. Jonathan swings them around to the back of my calves, lovingly and gingerly draws them up to my knees. While at my knees he leans in and kisses the crease softly three times on each. I buckle as he does, losing my balance and he places his hands on the back of my thighs. “Steady kitten.” Knowing he is behind me and holding me up, makes me solid in my footing. Slowly I feel him rise up with his hands as they run up the front of my thighs, and right as I think he is going to touch me where I want it most, but he pulls them back around behind me, and rushes them up my ass, rubbing it as he goes.

He is now standing fully behind me with his fingers wrapped on each side of my hip, I am waiting for him to move those nimble fingers around to my warmth, but he doesn’t. I lean back into him, and feel his erection in my lower back. Those fingers begin to move again and they travel up along my stomach, tickling my waist with his fingertips and he runs them up my sides. As he gets closer to my breasts, I realize I am holding my breath waiting for his touch there, he runs around them, and never touches them, such a tease. Up my neck he goes and soon is holding my face from behind me. He pulls my head to the right and places his lips on my neck; soft gentle kisses up to my ear. Jonathan takes his tongue and runs it along the outside of the lobe and makes it wet and warm. I relax into him some more, wanting him to take complete control of me; I release myself to this man that I have known for three days. Three wonderful days that has changed my outlook on passion. Lost in my surrender I take my arms that have been at my sides, and reach around behind myself to hold him. Running my hands up and down his thighs and hips, I feel him push himself into me from behind, wanting me to feel his arousal fully.

We stay that way for a few moments, touching each other, in silence. In a sudden urgency he takes his hands off my neck and reaches down to find mine. We intertwine our fingers and he brings them in front of me, wrapping them around myself as we hold hands. Putting his face back into my neck and kissing me softly, sweetly. I keep thinking to myself, I never knew this, I never it could be like this. This is what you read about in books, and see on TV, I never knew this kind of intimacy could happen to me. I decide to just stay and revel in it as long as I could stand up. Jonathan broke the silence.

Nuzzling into me he whispers, “Oh I am going to miss you so much Lenox. I am insatiable when I am with you.”

“Jonathan, you know where to find me, five nights a week.” I want to say something about seeing each other outside of the club. Tell him he can see me, have me, and take me anytime he wants. But I stay breezy.

“No, Lenox, you don’t understand. I don’t live here. I live in California.”

My heart drops to my toes and I am swallowed up into the floor.

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