Fang of Control

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On my trip home, I stopped in a small town a couple hours past St. Louis. As I approached the motel where I'd booked a room, I saw a strip club only two blocks down the street. I thought that might be very convenient. Since I'd put the necklace in my pocket and wasn't going to wear it anymore, I was my usual shy and timid self. I got two stacks of twenties at a bank that was about to close, figuring that might be enough to win the attention of a girl at the club.

I went to a restaurant and had a porterhouse steak done medium-well, just one this time, and enjoyed it. I walked to the club anticipating seeing some naked women. The crowd was so large I couldn't even see the stage. I didn't want to upset anyone or cause trouble, so I sat near a corner and waited for the crowd to thin out. After three beers and only seeing the top of two women's heads, I impatiently put the necklace on.

I elbowed through the crowd until I reached the row of stools in front of the stage. I stared into a chubby guy's eyes and told him, "I think you're in my seat."

"Sorry! No problem!" He walked away but hadn't wet himself. He was braver than most.

The DJ loudly announced, "Here she is! Everybody's favorite! TAWNY!"

A slender, tall, and obviously Native American woman around 20 strode onto the stage. Most of the men near the front of the crowd were already holding out money, and many in the back clapped or cheered. She had a pretty face and attractively athletic body, but I was most impressed by her confidence and charisma. Smoking wasn't allowed in the club, but she smiled and puffed on a cigarette the whole time she danced.

I wasn't impressed by her dancing though. After two whole songs, she took her blouse off. After nearly another whole song, she finally removed her skirt. As the music stopped she walked around gathering up her tips, still wearing a bikini. She hadn't revealed any more than you would see at a beach. She stepped off the stage and walked near me. Finally, I noticed what her necklace was, a SABERTOOTH FANG! Just like mine!

She lit another cigarette and looked into my eyes with a furious expression on her face. The crowd of men stared at us and the place went quiet. She loudly demanded, "Why didn't you tip me? Everybody does!"

I felt a little angry, but VERY turned on. "You didn't show us anything! No boobs, no pussy, not even much of your ass!"

She stared at my necklace a moment. "But I know you want to fuck me. What makes you think you have a chance?"

In addition to the feisty hottie in front of me, I noticed dozens of guys and two other strippers were anxiously awaiting my answer. With supernatural confidence, I lustily replied, "I've screwed the last twenty women I wanted. I think my odds are pretty good. Come back to the motel with me."

The mob and I were shocked when she said, "No."

She continued, "My van is out back. It's closer." There was a communal sigh of relief and a few whistles from the audience.

"Good. I don't like smoking though."

"If you want to fuck, deal with it." She stuck her smoky tongue in my mouth and grabbed my hand tightly.

"Fine."

"And no trying to sneak it into my butt. Pussy or nothing."

I was a little disappointed, but repeated, "Fine." I was also disappointed my nose told me she was on the pill.

The crowd clapped and cheered as we walked out holding hands. She led me to the van and opened the side door. She practically dragged me after her as she climbed in. I think our amazingly wild and rough fuck session lasted around three hours. I noticed people peeking in the windows often, but didn't care. Part of the time I was on top, part of the time she was on top. Part of the time she was bent over the bench seat with me behind her. I have no clue how many times either of us came, but a lot, more than I ever had before or since. A couple of times she was even standing on her head.

As we woke around dawn, she said, "Shit, that was hot! Usually I just have the guys lick me all night, but damn!"

"Most women just lay there, but what a workout! That was GREAT!"

She lit a cigarette, and the smoke irritated my eyes and nose. I said, "I still don't like smoking, though."

"Deal with it." She naughtily blew smoke in my face and giggled, then asked, "You're not from around here. Where are you going?"

"Back to my place in northern Utah."

"Utah? Isn't that a hundred miles past nowhere?"

"Pretty much. Want to live with me?"

"You married? Kids?"

"Nope."

"Okay."

"Oh, I'm Ron."

"When I dance I'm Tawny, but my real name is Natasha. Before you put your foot in your mouth, I'm Siberian, not Indian."

"Cool. My truck is at the motel."

"Drive over here and I'll follow you."

"Once I have some more of your hot little twat." I climbed atop her and slid my cock in, resting most of my weight on my elbows.

She had a look of disgust on her face. "'Twat' is such a repulsive word!"

As I cupped her breasts in my hands and started thrusting, I smiled and said, "Deal with it."

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