He came hard, straining in his chains, and twitching as he shot his load inside me. I could feel the jerk of his cock against my fingers, and it was pure bliss.
“Lick those fingers clean like a good girl.”
My eyes were glazed, heart racing as I slipped my dirty fingers in my mouth.
I met his gaze with a smile.
And then I made my dirty bad stranger lick my dirty pussy clean.
Every last fucking drop.
Epilogue
Gemma
I stepped out into the spotlights, the room just a blur of shadow beyond the stage. I knew he was out there, watching. I could feel his eyes.
I waited for the music, confident in just a gauzy babydoll. The soft white fabric contrasted the sprinkle of freckles on my shoulders... my thighs… my heavy tits. I stood proud, swaying as the intro kicked in, a sensual harmony, deep and primal. I looked to the beautiful girl at my left, the sparkle in her chocolate eyes. She was smiling, and so was I.
I was ready for this.
Cara took my hand, and together we moved, around and around the pole in a fluid game of chase until she lifted her body up and away. I mirrored her position, the metal of the pole tight between my thighs as I arched my back, trailing autumn curls towards the ground. I could feel the ridge of the steel against my clit, the thrum of excitement like electricity zipping through my nipples.
Cara twisted and lowered herself, coming to rest in an artistic sixty-nine; her body, and mine, and the pole between us. We moved to the beat, slowly, sensuously, as the spotlights danced.
She dropped to the floor, flipping herself upright on dainty legs, while I danced for my shadowy Jason, losing myself in the beat.
I’d been nervous in practice, non-committal, but on stage it was different. I was ready.
I tugged at the ribbon of my babydoll, letting my tits fall free with only nipple tassels for modesty. The crowd roared, urging me on as the beat picked up. I was dancing, free, alive...
The heat of a hundred pairs of eyes burned hot on my skin, but my eyes were all for Jason. I knew where he was, I could feel him there.
I could feel his dirty friends, too, feel the pulse of their dicks in their jeans as they drooled over the promise of what was to come.
My dirty Jason and his dirty fantasies... my dirty fantasies... our dirty fantasies.
I couldn’t get enough.
A final twirl and the crowd were on their feet. Applause and whistles, and the heady musk of sex in the air.
Club Explicit. Haven for dirty bad people just like us.
I loved it here.
“I loved it,” I buzzed. “I loved being on stage here, Jason. Loved it!”
He teased at my tassels, his kiss hot and needy as he claimed me from the stage. “Ok, dirty girl, the answer’s yes.”
“Yes?!” I gushed. “You mean it?”
“You convinced me.” He held out a membership card, all shiny and gold with my name on it. “We are officially VIP members of Club Explicit, Gemma Taylor, for the next three months, at least.”
I jumped up and down, bursting with excitement, until there was a but... a big fucking but.
I stopped moving, deadpan. “What do you mean, there’s a but?”
“I got a call today, from my agent.”
My breath hitched. “The Singers? They’re offering you another contract?”
He shook his head. “Not the Singers...” He wrapped me in strong arms, a wicked smile on his face. “I’ve been offered a season in the MLS. Los Angeles Stars. It’s soccer time, dirty girl, say you’ll come.”
“You want me to come to L.A. with you?!”
“Unless you have anything better planned.”
I pretended to think it through. “...I think I can just about fit you in.”
“I know you can fit me in, Gemma. The question is... how many of my filthy friends can you accommodate at the same time?”
The rush of excitement came to rest firmly between my thighs.
I took my Jason’s hand tight in mine. “Let’s go and find out...”
THE END