Amateur Night
Chloe glanced out the window of their black stretch SUV limousine as the lights of the Vegas stripped flashed before her eyes. She turned around and looked at Brady curiously.
"So, Brady... You had your business meeting with your prospective client this morning... Why are we here for four days?"
Brady put his hand on her knee and shrugged. "Because... it's like a miniature vacation. Hotel accommodations, limousine, everything. Courtesy of Basic Black."
"Uh-huh. And why am I here? I'm not even old enough to gamble,"
"But you're old enough to lay out by the pool, go see shows and spend time with your boyfriend. And, that's good enough for me. I really didn't want to go to Vegas alone."
Chloe nodded in understanding and leaned over him with a suspicious glance. "Good enough for me. I wouldn't want you here alone anyway... not with all the temptation available. I think there's a strip club on every street..."
Brady laughed and cupped his hand around her chin, staring straight into her wide blue eyes. "There is no other woman on this earth I want to see naked besides you. And besides, you have to pay for those women... You're mine for free."
Chloe kissed him gently on the lips and smiled at him. "Thank you. That is the response I was looking for."
She glanced back out the window and a sign outside a large white building caught her eye. Chloe grinned mischievously and spoke under her breath. "Then again..."
Brady looked out the window, trying to see what she was looking at. "Then again what? What are you up to now, Diva?"
Chloe leaned over the seat that was opposite of where they were sitting and gave directions to the driver. "Pull into that parking lot please... The white building that we just passed. Thank you."
Their driver nodded and turned the limo around, and pulled it into the parking lot where Chloe had requested. Brady stared at his girlfriend in confusion, trying to figure out what kind of game she wanted to play now.
"Chloe... What is this?"
Chloe hit the button to bring the window down and pointed at the sign outside the building. Brady looked over her arm and read the words out loud.
"Olympic Garden. Amateur Stripper Night Tonight! Men & Ladies both welcome. First Prize: 500 Dollars for each gender.." Brady sat back in the plush seating of the limo and Chloe turned to him with a grin plastered on her face. "You know, Chloe... If you need the five hundred bucks, I'll give it to you, and you'll only have to dance for me."
Chloe cackled wickedly and opened her door, forcing Brady out of the car with her. She held on to his hands and motioned towards the door. "Oh, I'm not the one who's dancing tonight, Mr. Black. YOU are."
Brady's blue eyes widened and he shook his head vehemently. "Oh no. No way. No f**king way, Diva."
Chloe kept laughing and tried tugging him towards the entrance. "Oh, why not? You have a perfect body, Brady. There's nothing to be ashamed of."
"No, Chloe. Absolutely not."
"Come on... I'd bet you are far better looking than every single guy in that place." Chloe ran her hands up his arms and leaned in to kiss his neck. "I promise you'll get a lot more than five hundred bucks at the end of the night."
Brady looked at her in confusion. "Are you saying it would turn you on to watch me dance for a bunch of strange women?"
"You bet."
Brady wrapped his arms around her waist and an idea formed in his head. "What if I said I would do it? But only if you do it too..."
Chloe bit her lip thoughtfully. If someone had asked her to strip in front of a crowd a year ago, she would have refused out right. But, now she actually was considering it. Being with Brady made her feel beautiful and sexy, and brought out a wild side that she never knew she had. No longer was she shy about her body and her looks, having had no problems with having sex in a public restroom and a movie theatre already. The self-confidence she had found since falling in love with Brady Black had also unleashed an exhibitionistic side to her personality.
She tilted her head and curled her lips up with a grin. "Fine. I'll do it."
Brady's eyes widened in shock. "You will?"
"I will. And, I know you didn't think I would and that's why you said that. But, I will. And, in fact... I will bet you that prize money that I win the whole damn thing."
"My my... aren't we a little overly confident?"
Chloe nodded and pressed herself into him, her breasts up against his chest. "I will bet you that I win and I get the most tips. More tips than you. And, if I lose I'll give you every penny I make tonight. And if you lose, you give me every penny you make. Plus, you have to do whatever I ask for the rest of the night..."
Brady ran his hands over her back and let the rest on the curve of her bottom. "And vice versa? If I win, you have to do whatever I ask of you..."
Chloe nodded and ran her tongue up the side of his neck before purring in his ear. "That's right. Whatever you ask."
Brady exhaled sharply and Chloe loosened herself from his grasp, bounding happily towards the entrance to the club. She shouted as she ran off and he followed behind her. "You're not going to win though, Brady Black!"
Brady shook his head and stood with her as they entered the club. A bouncer, who was average height and skinny, the kind of guy who didn't look like the type who could throw anyone out, stood at the door and Chloe smiled sexily at him as he questioned her. "Excuse me, can I see some I.D. ma'am?"
Chloe turned on her sex appeal and ran her well-manicured fingers over the buttons of his shirt, stopping to rest at his collar. She practically purred as she spoke, and Brady rolled his eyes as she watched her obvious ploy. "Does it really matter? I'm here to dance... Amateur night. Besides... I look 21, don't I?"
The bouncer gulped slightly and nodded. "You sure do... And I'll have to make sure I'm on a break when it's your turn on the stage."
Chloe smiled proudly and nodded, patting him on the shoulder. "You sure will. Thanks, sweetie..."
She winked at him and walked into the lobby of the club, with Brady right on her heels. He leaned over her shoulder and muttered into her ear. "That was an interesting display."
"It worked though. Now... where do we sign up?"
Brady and Chloe found the manager of the club and put their names on the list of amateur dancers. The manager explained that the men's competition was in the club upstairs, and started at nine. Afterwards, the women's competition was in the downstairs club and started around eleven. They split up from each other, as Chloe went to find a costume and get a few tips from the girls that worked there. Brady did the same with the burly group of men who made their living in the club upstairs, trying to learn a few tricks of his own.
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(Nine o'clock.)
Chloe sat in the audience as they waited for the men's amateur contest to begin. She glanced around the room at the women who were waiting anxiously for some male skin. Most of them were middle aged, and looked like teachers she had in high school. But, there were a few groups of women in their 20's and 30's.
She crossed her arms and grinned with satisfaction. They might scream and yell for Brady, and want to stuff money into his pants. But, none of them would go home with him tonight. She wasn't jealous at all, because every inch of his body belonged to her and none of these women.
A song began and the stage lights began dancing about the room. The DJ came over the microphone and announced that the contest was about to begin, much to the delight of the women who were present. Chloe sat back in her chair and sipped on her soda.
She watched as they went through nine different men, all with a slightly bemused grin. Chloe was one of those women who never really found a male stripper that enticing. Most men looked silly when they danced anyway, and a nearly naked one was no exception. Not to mention, the looks of the men in the contest couldn't hold a candle to Brady Black. Brady was the tenth and final dancer, and for the first time all night, Chloe put her drink down and leaned forward in her chair with interest.
She laughed as the DJ introduced him as a business executive from Illinois, and Brady came through the curtain, wearing a fireman's costume. Chloe's eyes nearly bulged out of her head when she saw him in the yellow fireman's jacket, his bare chest oiled and half exposed underneath, he was wearing the matching pants and a pair of red suspenders. The ensemble was made complete with the hat and the hose thrown over his shoulder.
She began clapping and cheering, but not quite as loudly as the other women in the audience. They were all captivated by this body of an Adonis with the blue eyes and the soft blonde hair, and Chloe certainly couldn't blame them. The music began pumping loudly, and Brady turned on his best dance moves as he made his way down the stage.
***Sitting here eating my heart out waiting
Waiting for some lover to call
Dialed about a thousand numbers lately
Almost rang the phone off the wall
Looking for some hot stuff baby this evening
I need some hot stuff baby tonight
I want some hot stuff baby this evening
Gotta have some hot stuff, gotta have some love tonight ***
He pulled the hat off and tossed it aside, scanning the audience and making brief eye contact with Chloe before continuing. She cheered him on and watched with delight as he threw the fire hose aside, and continued his hypnotic gyrations. His jacket came off next and she was afraid the screams of the women would cause her eardrum to burst. He was oiled up and glistening under the stage lights, highlighting each and every one of his muscles that she had the privilege of knowing so well.
*** Looking for a lover who needs another
Don't want another night on my own
Want to share my love with a warm blooded lover
Want to bring a wild man back home
Gotta have some hot love baby this evening
I need some hot stuff baby tonight
I want some hot stuff baby this evening
Gotta have some loving, gotta have love tonight ***
Brady grinned seductively as he lowered the straps of the suspenders from his shoulders. He tugged at the hips of his pants teasingly as the women in the audience screamed for him to take them off. He looked at Chloe and winked at her, before ripping off the tear away pants. Chloe's jaw dropped to the table when she saw that not only had he gotten a costume from the club's employed dancers, but had somehow borrowed a black g-string.
The other nine competitors stood no chance, and Chloe knew it. Brady was far more gorgeous than every guy there, and worked the stage like a pro. It made every hair on her body stand on end as she anticipated the possibility of her own private dance later on.
He continued down the stage, collecting tips in his tiny g-string from every woman around the stage. The song ended and Brady smartly passed around his firemen's hat. Chloe snuck some money out of her own pocket and put it in his hat without him even noticing her. He quickly jogged back on to the stage and gathered up his costume as the rest of the contestants came out for the judging.
The DJ announced each man by name, and asked the audience to applaud for their favorite. He went over each contestant who received a respectable amount of cheers and applause. But when he announced Brady's name, the walls shook with the screams of every woman in the building. Chloe applauded along with them. She had to hand it to him, for not wanting to do it at all; he had really shown her that she wasn't the only one who could shine in the spotlight.
Of course, Brady was declared the winner and he rushed off backstage to get dressed and collect his prize money. Chloe waited at her table patiently, and when he re-entered the club, every head turned towards him. She stood up and walked towards him, but a middle-aged woman with phony red hair stood in front of him waving a hotel room key in his face.
Chloe covered her mouth as she laughed at Brady's shocked expression. Women twice his age were throwing themselves at him and it made Chloe grin proudly. He was all hers; somehow she had been the lucky one to get the privilege of making love to him whenever she wanted to.
Brady smiled politely at the woman and tried to move her out of the way. "I appreciate the offer, but uhm... uhm..."
He began to stutter, trying to be polite, but to keep her away. Chloe rescued him by sidling up next to him and putting her arm around his shoulder. "But... He's with me."
Chloe smiled with satisfaction, as every woman in the room looked at her jealously. The woman with the room key walked away dejectedly and returned to her table. Chloe wrapped her hands around his neck and gave him a deep kiss on the lips, making sure that everyone in the room with eyes saw that he belonged to her.
Brady broke off the kiss and wagged his eyebrows at her. "So... What did you think?"
"I have to say... I was quite impressed. You went from being completely against it to being totally in to it. What happened?"
"I don't know. I was nervous right up until they called my name, and then I thought of you out in that audience watching me... and... I did it for you."
Chloe grinned and ruffled his hair with her fingers. "Mmmmmm... Well, thank you... It was quite hot. When I win our bet, I'm going to have to ask for a private repeat performance."
Brady laughed and ran his hands down her back. "Don't count on it, Diva. Those women were big tippers."
"They're also old enough to be your mother."
Brady wrinkled his nose in disgust and began pulling her towards the exit as he looked around the room. "Yeah, we better get out of here before another one of them hits on me."
Chloe nodded enthusiastically and they went outside the main room of the club into an empty hallway that led to the elevator. They walked to the elevator together and Chloe gave him another deep kiss.
"You know, Brady... That fireman costume was just... wooo... hot."
Brady grinned crookedly and nodded. "Well, it was either that, a policeman or a cowboy..."
Chloe licked her lips slightly and pressed herself tightly to him. "A cowboy? Oh, we're definitely going to have to try that look out in the future."
Her hand found it's way underneath his shirt and she raked her nails lightly over his stomach and chest, tilting her head up to kiss him again. Brady responded by dipping his tongue into her mouth, and Chloe lightly sucked on it. She moved her hand over the slight bulge in his black dress pants and began working it over his penis. Brady cupped her firm ass with both of his hands and grinded himself into her hand, his erection growing harder by the moment.
Chloe broke off their kiss and made a trail with her tongue down the flesh on his neck. "Brady... What time is it?"
Brady's only response was to moan at the quickening of her hand against his hard length. She glanced at the watch on her wrist and then used that same spare hand to press the button on the elevator. The elevator dinged open and Chloe removed her hand from Brady's growing erection, and walked on the elevator. Brady was stunned, lost and confused, barely able to walk as he followed her into the elevator.
"Chloe... That was just plain mean..."
Chloe grinned as she pushed the button for the lower level and nodded. "It was just a preview for later. I've got to go get ready for my moment in the spotlight."
Brady groaned in frustration and leaned against the wall, as the elevator made it's way downstairs.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
(Later)
Chloe stood in the backstage area and watched from the side as the girl before her danced on stage. There were twelve girls in the competition, and somehow, just like Brady, Chloe had drawn the last number in the group. She thought it would be to her advantage, but now she thought it only served to give her a longer time to freak out.
She straightened the skirt on her costume and took one last glimpse at herself. Chloe had opted not to borrow a costume from the ones in the dressing rooms. Unbeknownst to Brady, she had slipped into a store across the street that sold 'sexy' clothing. She knew it was clichéd, but the schoolgirl costume was definitely her best option. The tiny red plaid skirt covered a barely-there black thong. She wore a pair of black and white saddle shoes with white knee socks, and a white button up shirt that tied at the waist. The buttons stayed loose, exposing a black bra underneath her shirt.
Chloe twisted a curl at the end of one pigtail, since she had broken herself of the habit of chewing on her lip; she used this as her new nervous habit. This whole thing had been her idea, and now she was more afraid than she had expected to be. A born performer, she was still unsure about exposing her body to a room full of strangers. Instead, she decided to focus on the fact that Brady was there watching her. He never made her feel ashamed of her body, and if she could expose herself to him, she could do it on that stage tonight.
The other girl ended her song and collected her tips before walking off the stage. Chloe took one last deep breath in, as the DJ began to announce her.
"Gentleman, our next competitor is a college student all the way from Illinois who sings opera, but tonight she's the Olympic Garden's naughty schoolgirl. Please give a warm welcome to Chloeeeeee!"
The lights came up and her song began. Chloe walked on to the stage, swaying her hips to beat of the drum. The lights were so bright, she couldn't spot Brady anywhere, so she just kept his face in her mind and walked towards the pole in the center of the stage.
Brady sat in one corner and watched as a club filled with men of all ages; races and shapes ogled his girlfriend. And, she was definitely a sight to see. He had always known she was the most gorgeous woman on earth, and now a room full of strangers would know it too.
Chloe put her hands on the metal pole and spun around it easily. Brady sat back in surprise, knowing that they certainly didn't teach that in phys ed at Salem High.
*** Ragdoll living in the movies
Hot tramp, Daddy's little cutie
So fine, I never see you leaving by the back door
Hot time, get it while it's easy
Don't mind, feeling kinda sleezy
Ragdoll, Baby, won't you do me like you done before ***
Chloe didn't know whether it was the beat of the music or the cheers of the horny men surround the stage, but she was definitely getting in to it. Just like Brady, she moved about the stage like she had been doing this for years. She untied the white blouse and pulled it off as she danced.
The bra underneath was more like a bikini top that tied with a string around the back. Chloe leaned over the stage and found one enthusiastic male sitting near her. She directed him to pull on the string, and he gladly did so. She stood back up and kept the top in place with her fingers. She first exposed one breast with a grin plastered on her face, and then exposed the next one. The cheers grew louder and she tossed the bra aside.
Suddenly, she felt free, like she could do absolutely anything and get away with it. There was something about undressing in front of a crowd that was extremely freeing. She spun around and unsnapped the skirt leaving her in only the black thong.
*** Yes, I'm moving
Yes, I'm moving
Get ready for the big time
Try dancing on the land mine
Yes, I'm moving
Yes, I'm moving
Let's get busy
Do it 'til your dizzy
Give it all you got til you put it out your misery ***
Brady grinned with pleasure, quite proud of his Diva. The thong barely covered anything, and it was more like an eyepatch, exposing her firm perfect bottom for the world to see. She worked the stage, and didn't just dance, she moved her hands in all the right places, caressing her breasts at one moment, or just trailing one sexy finger down her stomach to land between her legs teasingly.
She spun around the pole and ended on the floor, her back arched sexily, and a wicked grin was plastered all over her face. She lustily crawled over the stage collecting generous tips from the men around her in the bands of her thong. By the crowd response, and the money she had collected, she knew the race with Brady would be a tight one. She gathered the costume up and headed to the back part of the stage as the rest of the competition crowded on to the stage. She threw her clothes back on, and waited as the audience judged them.
Just as it had been with Brady, the applause for Chloe was overwhelmingly loud. She smiled bashfully as they announced her as the winner, and filed off stage with the rest of the girls who all congratulated her politely.
One of the girls who worked at the club, a tall leggy blonde, came up to her and smiled. "Chloe. Wow... You know, if you ever need a job. I'm sure you'd fit in well around here."
Chloe laughed and shook her head. "That's nice of you to say... But, I don't think I could do that every night. Tonight was kind of like a dare..."
"Well, you were fantastic.. Congratulations."
"Thank you..."
The girl walked away and Chloe quickly collected her shopping back with her regular clothes and her money from the manager. The manager also commented that both her and Brady were welcome back any time, as it seemed they were the crowd favorites of the night. Chloe politely declined and made a hurried exit into the club to find Brady. He was standing around with his hands in his pocket, and walked up to him with a grin.
"Hey there... You ready to count tips and see who's the big winner?"
"We can do that in the car. Now... Look at you... Didn't even change out of your costume."
Chloe shook her head and trailed her fingers up his chest. "Nope, I bought this just for you."
Brady smiled sexily and hooked his fingers underneath her skirt at her hips, pulling her close to him. "So... How much for a private dance, naughty schoolgirl?"
"Hmmm... For you... I might be able to arrange a discount."
"Well, let's not waste any more time... I don't want you to go to a higher bid from one of these perverts around here."
Chloe laughed and grabbed his hand, dragging him towards the exit. "Nope, Brady Black is the only pervert I'll be going home with tonight."
They hurried towards their limo, and climbed inside as Brady directed the driver to just cruise up and down the strip until Brady directed him otherwise. Chloe grabbed her cash out of her shopping bag and began counting it as Brady did the same with the wad of cash in his pocket. The back of the limo had two couches that faced each other and Chloe sat on one as Brady sat on the other.
Brady finished first and looked at her with a pleased smile. "Three hundred and eighty bucks, baby."
Chloe counted her money twice and ended with a frown. If only she hadn't put that twenty-dollar bill into his fire helmet, she would have won. "Sh*t... Three hundred and seventy. Damnit."
"Well, don't feel so bad... Women are just better tippers. That's a fact."
Chloe rolled her eyes and shoved her money back into her bag. "Alright, alright... You win."
The limo was in motion and Brady made sure to put the dark privacy window up that separated them from the driver. He raised one eyebrow and grinned at her devilishly. "Don't worry, Diva... I'll make it worth your while."
Chloe hated to lose, and she began pouting as she pulled her pigtails out, letting the dark mass of curls fall to her shoulders. "I should have won..."
"But you didn't... Now... Didn't I say something about a private dance?"
Chloe motioned around the back of the limo with one hand. "In here?"
Brady nodded and popped a CD into the CD player. "Plenty of room. It's an SUV, remember?"
Chloe ran her fingers through her hair and nodded, deciding to make the most of being on the losing end of a bet. She stood as best as she could and moved towards him, gyrating her hips to the music. Chloe put her hands on his shoulders and made him sink down in his seat slightly. She straddled his closed legs and moved herself over him, without actually making any contact. The material of her skirt brushed over the crotch of his black pants, and she put her breasts near to his face, without actually touching him.
Chloe gave him just a tease and moved backwards. She grabbed his hand and put it at the place where her white shirt was tied, motioning for him to undo it. He obliged and she quickly tossed it aside. She turned around, and bent over, pulling her skirt up so he could see her perfectly shaped ass. Chloe ran her fingers up the back of her legs and rubbed them over the exposed skin of her rear, pulling her tiny schoolgirl skirt away.
She stood up and slid on to his lap, grinding her ass into his growing erection. Brady tried to remain restrained, but there was no hiding his growing arousal. The feel of his throbbing c*ck against her bare ass caused a pool of wetness to puddle in the crotch of her black thong.
She continued her grinding and grabbed Brady's hands from beside him. She guided them up her stomach to her breasts, and rubbed them over her already half-exposed breasts. Her nipples hardened instantly, poking at the material, as Brady's warm hands caressed her. He untied the straps on her bra, and Chloe stood from his lap.
She turned around to face him again and let the bikini top drop from her shoulders slowly. She straddled his legs again and danced over him, wrapping one hand around his neck so she could shove her full breasts in his face and then move away from him as she arched her back. The thong tied at her hips, and Brady quickly undid the strings and let it drop to the floor.
He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her closer, positioning her moist hot center over his still clothed erection. She grinded herself into him, his c*ck throbbing harder with each move of her hips. Chloe wanted him to be just as naked as she was, but she had lost the bet, and it was up to him when his clothes would join hers on the floor of the limo. All she could do was rub him through his clothes until he was so turned on he couldn't stand teasing her anymore.
Brady took her right nipple into his mouth as his hand stroked her other breast. He pinched and rolled her nipple between his fingers, as his mouth sucked at her other one, gently raking his teeth over it and causing her to moan loudly with pleasure. After a good stretch of time in that position, he switched his mouth to the other nipple and worked it hungrily.
He finally removed his mouth from her nipple and locked eyes with her. He grinned lustfully at her and gave her the first instruction since asking her to dance. "Get on your knees, please."
Chloe nodded, as her heart pounded in her chest. She wasn't sure who wanted this more, her or him. She quickly undid his belt and tossed it aside, her hands nimbly unzipping his pants. Chloe slipped her hand underneath his boxers and pulled out his c*ck, letting it dance wildly about. She circled her hand around it and began stroking it slowly, but expertly.
Brady closed his eyes for a moment and began grunting with pleasure as she sped up her strokes. She watched him as her own desire grew with each grunt he made. She could live three lifetimes, and probably never hear something as sexy as the sounds that Brady made when she was pleasuring him.
His blue eyes opened and he stood as best as he could in a moving vehicle, putting one hand on the roof for stability. "Chloe... stop..."
Chloe moved her hand away and leaned back on her haunches, as his pants slid further to the floor. "Your game, Brady. Tell me what you want."
She ran her hands up his legs and positioned her mouth near his bouncing c*ck. Brady gently ran his fingers through her hair and gave her another instruction. "Suck me... put it in your mouth..."
Chloe grinned like a kid at Christmas, and did as her boss for the night told her to do. She held it in her hand and licked the tip of it teasingly. She stuck her tongue out and licked his balls before running it up his entire shaft. Chloe put her lips around the tip and sucked at it gently, cupping his balls with her hand and slowly massaging them. She moved her head forward and took more of it in, slowly sucking at it and moving in further. His c*ck buried deep in her throat, she began furiously f*cking him with the warm contours of her mouth.
Brady was groaning loudly with pleasure. She was becoming frighteningly skilled at bringing him to orgasm with just her lips and fingers. In no time at all, she had brought him dangerously close. He put his hands on her shoulders and cleared the fog from his brain long enough to give her another command.
"Stop... stop... Enough."
Chloe stopped, but took her time removing her mouth from him, running her tongue and lips over the length of his c*ck as she backed away from him. Brady kicked his pants aside, and looked down in to her blue eyes as they waited patiently for more. "Take my shirt off."
A simple enough request, and one that she always enjoyed. She slowly moved upwards and pressed all of her bare skin against his as she removed his shirt. Her fingers danced over each and every taut muscle in his abdomen and chest as Brady tossed the shirt aside.
They were both completely naked now and ready for whatever happened next. Brady laid her down on the seat, and hovered above her. Chloe looked at him curiously.
"What do you want me to do now?
"Just relax and enjoy..."
Brady winked at her and dove in to nibble on her ear lobe. Chloe held on to his shoulder and grinned. "Oh, I can definitely do that..."
Brady continued, planting kisses down the soft flesh of her neck, and baring his teeth to nibble at her. He captured her lips with his own, and sucked lightly on her lower lip, causing her to moan softly. He ran one hand up her side and grabbed on to her left breast, rolling his fingers over her hard nipple as his tongue explored her mouth hungrily.
His other hand lightly tickled her thigh and rode up the inside of her leg until it hit her moist center. Chloe was soaking wet, and Brady teasingly ran his fingers up her slit as she arched her back with pleasure. His fingers dove into her forcefully, causing her to scream out with pleasure. He thrusted inside her harder and removed his lips from hers, causing her cries of pleasure to grow louder. His thumb found her clit and he rubbed circles over it, causing her to tremble slightly.
Brady purred softly in her ear as he increased the speed of his fingers. "Open your eyes, Chloe. Look at me. Tell me how it feels."
Chloe's blue eyes snapped open, and she was a momentarily loss for words. Her juices were soaking his fingers as he steadily f*cked her with his fingers. "Come on, Diva... Say it."
Chloe moaned loudly, her words barely coming out of her. "Feels... so... good. Oh God, Brady... So hot."
"What do you want me to do, Chloe?"
She forgot about the game and yelled the first thing that came to her mind. "F*ck me. Oh God, please f*ck me now."
Brady quickly withdrew his fingers from her pussy and gave her a quick kiss on the forehead. "Not yet. This is still my game."
Chloe felt suddenly empty and groaned in frustration. She frowned as she looked up at him and pleaded. "Brady... Please... don't stop."
Brady shook his head and gave her a brief kiss on the lips. He put his fingers on her lips, as the taste of her own pussy dripped on to her swollen lips. "You're so wet, Chloe... Tell me how it tastes."
Chloe lapped at her own juices, completely under the spell of Brady Black. "Tastes good..."
Brady smiled and kissed her lips again, his tongue diving briefly into her mouth, the taste of her mingling between their lips. "It always does..."
He crawled downwards and spread her legs further. Brady trailed kisses up each thigh and teasingly trailed his tongue all around her warm mound. He ran his tongue up her slit, and Chloe bucked her hips into him as she moaned softly. His mouth teased her, sucking at the pink folds of her skin, before finally finding it's way to her clit.
His tongue encircled it and then he poked at it with the tip of his tongue, sending a shock of lightning throughout her entire body. He dipped his fingers back inside her and began sucking at her clit. Chloe screamed loudly and dug her nails into the side of the seat beside her. He ran his teeth lightly over her clit, and then replaced his fingers inside her with the length of his tongue, running his thumb back over her clit.
He knew she couldn't last much longer this way, but it didn't matter. He intended her to have more than one climax tonight. He used his other hand to lift her up a little, and used that same hand to experimentally rub at her anus. She didn't seem to mind at all, and draped her legs over his shoulders to give him all the access that he desired.
Brady stole some of the juices from her pussy and rubbed it over the tight little hole in her ass. He slowly stuck the tip of his finger in there, and eased it in bit by bit. Once he had it in all the way, Chloe bucked against the seat underneath and cried out with approval. "OH MY GOD. F*CK... BRADY... FEELS SO GOOD."
Brady switched off again, enclosing his lips her swollen clit and reinserting the fingers back into her pussy. Chloe had never felt anything like having both holes filled at once, and it made the ball of fire in her belly spread quickly. Brady drove into her harder, and Chloe felt her first climax slam into her harshly. Her entire body shook with pleasure, and Brady continued moving inside her, keeping her from being able to let her pleasure subside.
He finally stopped, removing his fingers from her and his lips away from her clit. He moved back over her and smiled. "I guess you liked that, didn't you?"
Chloe's eyes were covered in a haze and she could barely shake her head. "So... so good..."
He shifted his body weight, and let his large c*ck rest against her inner thigh. His fingers ran through her hair that was splayed underneath her head, and he brought his lips close to hers. "You taste so delicious, Diva..."
Chloe tipped her head up and forced her lips on to his, darting her tongue into his mouth, and once again soaking up the taste of her own juices. Just the thought of Brady's face buried in between her legs, lapping at her juices, drove her absolutely crazy with lust. Brady broke off their kiss and trailed his tongue over her exposed neck.
The feel of her body underneath him, her perfect breasts pressing against his chest, and her rock hard nipples poking at him only served to remind him of his own urges. His c*ck was throbbing and pressing against her thigh, urging him for more. He positioned himself at her entrance and looked at her face for a sign. The hungry look in her eyes, as if she was starving to have him fill her up, told him all he needed to know. There was no need to be gentle at all.
Brady grabbed on to her legs and spread them further as she wrapped her legs around him tightly. He didn't even bother teasing her any further, he drove his long c*ck into her roughly and Chloe cried out with pleasure, not pain. Brady returned to his usual grunts and moans and drove in to her furiously, wild with lust for this goddess beneath him.
She didn't know when it had happened, but at some point the privacy window between them and their driver had slid open. The driver had obviously suspected what was going on, and was hoping to get a free peek at the show. Chloe reached her hand up and pushed Brady's face towards the window, as the driver watched them in his rear view mirror.
The driver, a young man in his mid twenties, noticed that they had spotted him and frantically searched for the button to put the window up again. Brady had not stopped his thrusting, and in between moans, Chloe purred a reply to the young driver.
"Don't feel guilty. You can watch all you want."
The driver's eyes nearly popped out of his head. This stunning woman and her equally attractive partner had no problem with a complete stranger witnessing their sexual acts. Today was definitely his lucky day.
Brady nodded in agreement with Chloe. "And, if you can't keep your eyes on the road, pull the car over."
All inhibitions had been thrown out the window that night, and if the driver wanted a show, then they had no problem giving it to him. In fact, his curious eyes on them, seemed to heighten the experience altogether.
Brady paused his thrusting and looked back at Chloe. "Get up. Put your hands near the privacy window."
Chloe nodded and Brady slid his c*ck out of her to let her move. Chloe stood up and Brady waited for her to get into position. She stood at the couch that was against the wall between them and their driver. She put her hands near the window and bent over, her back facing Brady, knowing exactly what was coming next.
Her breasts swayed slightly, and she couldn't help but grin, knowing that their driver now had the perfect view of her firm shapely breasts in his mirror. Brady came up behind her and ran the palms of his hands over her ass cheeks, then ran them up the soft skin of her back. He moved closer to her and she felt his c*ck throbbing into the curve of her ass.
She glanced over her shoulder and winked at Brady, and then looked back towards their driver. "What's your name?"
Brady ran his hands around her middle, and underneath her to massage her breasts. The driver had pulled over by this point, not wanting to miss a single second, and definitely not wanting to drive the limo into a light pole.
He turned to face Chloe and stammered nervously. "Uhm...Brian."
Brady's lips kissed her neck and Chloe continuing her questioning. "Well, Brian... What do you think of the show?"
"I -- I can't believe it."
Brady's hand traced her curves and found it's way down to her pussy, lightly brushing over her clit. He asked his own question to the driver as Chloe slowly rode his hand. "What do you think of my girl, Brian? And be honest... I won't get mad."
Brian's eyes went wide, still in disbelief of the situation he was in. "She's -- she's perfect. Beautiful."
Brady nodded and slowly pushed his c*ck into her hot pussy, and Chloe moaned softly, glancing at Brian through the corner of her eye. Brady began slowly thrusting inside her and nodded in agreement. "She is perfect. And, she's got the hottest pussy you'd ever want to f*ck. Believe me."
Chloe dug her fingers into the cushion of the seat and looked at Brian, trying to keep her composure as Brady slowly buried himself inside her. "You have a girlfriend or a wife, Brian?"
"Uhh... Yeah... I do."
Chloe nodded and grinned sexily. "Good... Then you can go home tonight and f*ck her like my man does to me. Promise me you'll give her the night of her life, okay, Bry?"
Brian nodded slightly and licked his dry lips, gulping as he watched them with lust. "I -- I will. I promise. Just don't stop what you're doing..."
Chloe turned her gaze away from Brian as Brady began pushing his c*ck into her harder. He leaned over her and held her tightly, as the speed of his thrusts increased steadily. Chloe began panting with pleasure, shutting out the presence of their limo driver entirely, and focusing only on what her and Brady were feeling.
"Oh God, Brady... Harder. F*ck me harder, Brady."
Brady obliged and began pounding against her, the sound of their skin colliding echoing throughout the vehicle. He ran his hands up back to her breasts, and grabbed one with each hand. He tweaked her nipples, and she cried out, begging him to continue. One hand continued working her breasts as they bounced with each thrust, and the other one trailed it's way down to her pussy.
Brady's c*ck was pounding inside her deeply, as his fingers found her swollen clit. He began rubbing it and Chloe's screams grew louder as she neared her climax. "OH MY GOD. RIGHT THERE. F*CK ME... F*CK ME HARD."
Brady drove into her frantically, the muscles of her core tightening around his c*ck as he did, his own orgasm nearing quickly. Brady pushed at her clit, and Chloe came like a rush of fire that spread through the entire limo. She nearly collapsed with the weight of her orgasm, but continued thrusting herself against Brady's c*ck. "Oh f*ck, Brady... Feels so good."
His own orgasm neared and he gripped on to her tightly, grunting loudly as he slammed into her furiously. "Oh Chloe... I'm gonna come. You feel so f*cking good."
Brady pushed his c*ck into her so far that she thought she might break in two. He paused, and she felt his hot juices spurt into her. A loud guttural noise broke free from his throat, as his orgasm shook his entire body. He continued thrusting into her and rubbing his hands over her body until he was too tired to continue.
The collapsed to the seat together with a contented sigh, wrapping their arms around each other. Brady threw one last glance towards the driver before pushing the button to send the window up again. "Nice to meet you, Brian. Give us about twenty minutes to unwind and then head back to the hotel."
The window rolled up, and Chloe lightly trailed her fingers over the muscles in his abdomen. "You know, Brady... That's the kind of bet I like."
Brady kissed her on the forehead, and entwined his legs with hers. "What kind is that?"
"The kind where even if you lose, you still win."
Brady chuckled softly and nuzzled her neck lightly. "Just when I think you can't do anything else that would surprise me, you prove me wrong."
"I could say the same for you, Fireman Brady."
"I'm just full of surprises, Diva."
Chloe smiled sweetly and gave him a brief kiss on the lips. "So am I. So am I."
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Wacky! Crazy! That's what it's all about!
There really is a club called "Olympic Garden" in Las Vegas. It really does have an upstairs with male strippers, and a downstairs for female strippers. But, beyond that, this is a fictionalized idea I had. I've never been there, so I don't know anything about it.
The songs were:
"Hot Stuff" by Donna Summer
"Ragdoll" by Aerosmith