Two Shots of Bailey's And The Scent of Caramel
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Two Shots of Bailey's And The Scent of Caramel
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Well, here I am again, with a one-shot that I was supposed to have posted up last week. Why the wait, you all ask? Well, I promised myself that I'd give the first copy of this to the person responsible for this inspiration before posting it. Now that I have, here it is. Enjoy, and don't forget to leave a review!
Two Shots of Bailey's and the Scent of Caramel
“You want a dance?”
It was the fourth time someone asked me the question, though it was welcomed. I’d decided to indulge myself and hit a strip club while I was Downtown after spending some time hanging out with friends. I haven’t been there in a year and a half or so, so it was a change of scenery that I felt was much needed. I’d had two shots of Bailey’s and watched several women already strut their stuff, and I didn’t have that much time left before I had to head home. I’d already received three offers, which I turned down as politely as I could, and was now presented with a fourth from a woman with black hair, bright eyes and wearing nothing more than a black and pink two-piece.
I pondered it for a while then shook my head.
“I actually thought I’d enjoy the show,” I replied, “but thanks for the offer.” I gave her a gentle smile.
She shrugged and smiled back. “Well, I’m not going to be around that much longer tonight.”
I thought about her offer again. I did come Downtown to enjoy myself…
I nodded. “Sure. I don’t have that much time, either. I’ve actually got to get going soon, too.”
She smiled. “Great!” She waited as I picked up my bag and followed her to a secluded corner of the club. “What’s your name?”
I gave her my name.
“That’s nice.” She glanced back at me. “Do you come here often?”
“I came here a few years ago, but I haven’t been back since,” I replied. “There’s been quite a bit of changes since then.”
I took a seat on one of the little booth-like chairs as she pulled up an ottoman from the middle of the little room. I wasn’t the only one there getting a dance, which comforted me somewhat.
She laid a towel across my lap. “I’ll dance for you at the next song,” she said with a grin. I smiled back. “So, what brings you back?”
“Actually, I came Downtown to see some friends at a dancing tournament.”
“Oh? What kind of dancing? Break-dancing?”
I shook my head. I told her a bit about the arcade games Dance Dance Revolution, and In The Groove, the former being what I play, and the latter being the game revolving around my friends’ tournament. She didn’t seem to understand much, but I didn’t fault her for that. Who understands a video gamer except another video gamer?
She told me, however, that she actually took some courses on professional dancing. I mentally applauded her. Dancing, let alone dancing in a strip club, requires quite a lot of comfort with your body, in my opinion.
She smiled as our little exchange died down and looked down at my chest. “I see you’re wearing dog tags.” She picked one up in her hand and looked at it. “Are you in…?”
I chuckled. “No, actually. They’re novelty dog tags I bought while I was in the Muskoka area last year.” I flipped the one she had in her hand around, revealing to her the name SFC Omicron. “That’s actually my name online. There’s a booth at the festival I went to up in the Muskoka area that sells them.”
She grinned sheepishly. “I haven’t been up there in a while.”
The song that was playing finally died away, and the notes of another song started.
“Here’s the next song,” she told me as she stood and took her top off and let it fall to the floor by her purse. She turned around and slipped her lower piece off as well, bending over a little as she did, offering me a nice view of her ass. As her lower piece joined her top on the floor, she sat on the towel on my lap, moving her hips gently as she leaned back against me, her raven hair gently caressing my face and teasing me with the scent of her shampoo as well as the light, sweet scent of caramel.
She turned around and knelt on the thin ledges on either side of my “booth”, straddling my hips a little. “You like my breasts?”
I smiled sheepishly as she moved gracefully, bringing them close to my face. “I…do like them,” I replied dumbly. I mentally laughed at myself for sounding like such an idiot. “They’re very nice.”
She smiled at me again. “Thanks.”
“How many guys have told you that you’re beautiful and honestly meant it?”
She laughed lightly. “Well, it is kinda hard to tell if they really mean it.” She moved a bit more over me. “I’m a bit more voluptuous. I’m a bit more curvy than the other girls.”
“That’s not a bad thing,” I said. To be honest, she looked no different than the other girls. “But I’m being honest when I say that you’re beautiful.”
I thought she seemed flattered by the comment. “Thanks. You’re sweet.” She turned around again and sat on the towel on my lap, grinding gently against my hips again. I half-closed my eyes, enjoying her movements. She really knew how to move.
“What’s your name?”
She told me her name.
I nodded with a grin. “I like it.” She smiled in reply.
She leaned back again, and the scent of caramel seemed to get stronger. I knew she was a dancer and she was doing her job, but I started to wonder to myself how she would dance to someone outside of her work, if she was as passionate around a boyfriend or some other type of significant other as I thought she was being as she turned and presented herself to me again. The scent of caramel seemed to swirl around me, getting stronger and stronger as she swayed seductively on top of me. I closed my eyes briefly, feeling her hair tickle my shoulders gently.
The final notes of the song died away, and I knew that the dance was over. I took a quick breath as she slipped her clothes back on and picked up her purse. I fished out my wallet and paid her for the dance.
“Did you want another dance?” she asked me. The way she moved and the way she looked, I was sorely tempted to pay for another.
Instead, I shook my head. “Maybe some other time,” I told her.
“I’m usually around in the evenings,” she told me. “I won’t be here for long, though.”
I nodded in understanding and grinned. “I see. Maybe I’ll drop by next week.”
* Owari *
A/N: I’m writing this for a couple of reasons. One: It was on my mind, and I figured I should write a tribute to my first lap dance. I know it sounds somewhat juvenile, but I am a writer. I follow inspiration wherever it leads me.
Second: I felt that I should thank the dancer for a beautifully seductive performance. I gave the first copy to her before anyone on AFF.Net saw this. I don’t know, I guess I felt I should give something more than money. I’m just a sucker that way. Thanks again for reading. To be honest, I don't think it's my best work, but I'm pretty satisfied with how it turned out.
Two Shots of Bailey's and the Scent of Caramel
“You want a dance?”
It was the fourth time someone asked me the question, though it was welcomed. I’d decided to indulge myself and hit a strip club while I was Downtown after spending some time hanging out with friends. I haven’t been there in a year and a half or so, so it was a change of scenery that I felt was much needed. I’d had two shots of Bailey’s and watched several women already strut their stuff, and I didn’t have that much time left before I had to head home. I’d already received three offers, which I turned down as politely as I could, and was now presented with a fourth from a woman with black hair, bright eyes and wearing nothing more than a black and pink two-piece.
I pondered it for a while then shook my head.
“I actually thought I’d enjoy the show,” I replied, “but thanks for the offer.” I gave her a gentle smile.
She shrugged and smiled back. “Well, I’m not going to be around that much longer tonight.”
I thought about her offer again. I did come Downtown to enjoy myself…
I nodded. “Sure. I don’t have that much time, either. I’ve actually got to get going soon, too.”
She smiled. “Great!” She waited as I picked up my bag and followed her to a secluded corner of the club. “What’s your name?”
I gave her my name.
“That’s nice.” She glanced back at me. “Do you come here often?”
“I came here a few years ago, but I haven’t been back since,” I replied. “There’s been quite a bit of changes since then.”
I took a seat on one of the little booth-like chairs as she pulled up an ottoman from the middle of the little room. I wasn’t the only one there getting a dance, which comforted me somewhat.
She laid a towel across my lap. “I’ll dance for you at the next song,” she said with a grin. I smiled back. “So, what brings you back?”
“Actually, I came Downtown to see some friends at a dancing tournament.”
“Oh? What kind of dancing? Break-dancing?”
I shook my head. I told her a bit about the arcade games Dance Dance Revolution, and In The Groove, the former being what I play, and the latter being the game revolving around my friends’ tournament. She didn’t seem to understand much, but I didn’t fault her for that. Who understands a video gamer except another video gamer?
She told me, however, that she actually took some courses on professional dancing. I mentally applauded her. Dancing, let alone dancing in a strip club, requires quite a lot of comfort with your body, in my opinion.
She smiled as our little exchange died down and looked down at my chest. “I see you’re wearing dog tags.” She picked one up in her hand and looked at it. “Are you in…?”
I chuckled. “No, actually. They’re novelty dog tags I bought while I was in the Muskoka area last year.” I flipped the one she had in her hand around, revealing to her the name SFC Omicron. “That’s actually my name online. There’s a booth at the festival I went to up in the Muskoka area that sells them.”
She grinned sheepishly. “I haven’t been up there in a while.”
The song that was playing finally died away, and the notes of another song started.
“Here’s the next song,” she told me as she stood and took her top off and let it fall to the floor by her purse. She turned around and slipped her lower piece off as well, bending over a little as she did, offering me a nice view of her ass. As her lower piece joined her top on the floor, she sat on the towel on my lap, moving her hips gently as she leaned back against me, her raven hair gently caressing my face and teasing me with the scent of her shampoo as well as the light, sweet scent of caramel.
She turned around and knelt on the thin ledges on either side of my “booth”, straddling my hips a little. “You like my breasts?”
I smiled sheepishly as she moved gracefully, bringing them close to my face. “I…do like them,” I replied dumbly. I mentally laughed at myself for sounding like such an idiot. “They’re very nice.”
She smiled at me again. “Thanks.”
“How many guys have told you that you’re beautiful and honestly meant it?”
She laughed lightly. “Well, it is kinda hard to tell if they really mean it.” She moved a bit more over me. “I’m a bit more voluptuous. I’m a bit more curvy than the other girls.”
“That’s not a bad thing,” I said. To be honest, she looked no different than the other girls. “But I’m being honest when I say that you’re beautiful.”
I thought she seemed flattered by the comment. “Thanks. You’re sweet.” She turned around again and sat on the towel on my lap, grinding gently against my hips again. I half-closed my eyes, enjoying her movements. She really knew how to move.
“What’s your name?”
She told me her name.
I nodded with a grin. “I like it.” She smiled in reply.
She leaned back again, and the scent of caramel seemed to get stronger. I knew she was a dancer and she was doing her job, but I started to wonder to myself how she would dance to someone outside of her work, if she was as passionate around a boyfriend or some other type of significant other as I thought she was being as she turned and presented herself to me again. The scent of caramel seemed to swirl around me, getting stronger and stronger as she swayed seductively on top of me. I closed my eyes briefly, feeling her hair tickle my shoulders gently.
The final notes of the song died away, and I knew that the dance was over. I took a quick breath as she slipped her clothes back on and picked up her purse. I fished out my wallet and paid her for the dance.
“Did you want another dance?” she asked me. The way she moved and the way she looked, I was sorely tempted to pay for another.
Instead, I shook my head. “Maybe some other time,” I told her.
“I’m usually around in the evenings,” she told me. “I won’t be here for long, though.”
I nodded in understanding and grinned. “I see. Maybe I’ll drop by next week.”
* Owari *
A/N: I’m writing this for a couple of reasons. One: It was on my mind, and I figured I should write a tribute to my first lap dance. I know it sounds somewhat juvenile, but I am a writer. I follow inspiration wherever it leads me.
Second: I felt that I should thank the dancer for a beautifully seductive performance. I gave the first copy to her before anyone on AFF.Net saw this. I don’t know, I guess I felt I should give something more than money. I’m just a sucker that way. Thanks again for reading. To be honest, I don't think it's my best work, but I'm pretty satisfied with how it turned out.