“You own a strip club?” Ashley asks.
“Among other things,” I reply. “My dad was a big deal in the sex industry.”
Is she going to leave? Is she going to ask me why I do what I do? Is she going to be a prude?
God, I don’t think after what we did last night, she can even be a fucking prude.
But being a billionaire sex trafficker is sort of different from say, being a billionaire banker. I wonder what her reaction will be?
“If you were at the club and you own it,” she starts and comes closer still. “Why did you never get a dance from me?”
Oh.
Wow. Not what I was expecting.
I don’t say anything as Ashley gently pushes me back and I sit down on the leather chair next to the video monitor I take video calls on.
Ashley turns on some music on her phone and turns up the volume.
It’s 7:47 am and I’m about to get a lap dance from the hottest fucking woman I’ve ever met.
Ashley turns her back to me and slides off my shirt, showing me the back of her naked body.
Her toned ass bounces in front of me as she moves her weight from one foot to the other.
The thing about her is that she doesn’t look like a stripper. Her tanned skin doesn’t speak of countless nights spent under neon nights, and her face still looks fresh and full of candor. She doesn’t seem like a product, built to seduce over and over again, as if in a production line. She looks as real as the girl next door, just perhaps not as innocent.
Ashley looks through strands of her hair at me as I sit a few steps from her. The movements of her body match the flow of the music, her hips rocking from one side to the other. She moves her neck in a circle and, with her hand, whips her hair back.
With a strut to her step she comes near me, her feet making her turn; she leans forward, her ass at my eye level. Her long fingers caress her round cheeks, and I bring my hands up to her ass, resting on the sides.
I can feel my cock stirring as I touch her—her ass is apple shaped, her skin soft and without blemishes, a gentle firmness to it. I allow my fingers to explore, tracing the outline of her ass, my fingertips reaching for and caressing the dimples in her lower back.
She turns on one heel, her hands going down her body as she sways her hips. She can feel my gaze upon her, and my mouth is already dry with desire. Grabbing my hands she guides them over her flat belly and up to her tits. Her nipples are hard against my fingers, almost begging to be licked, and as I gently squeeze she allows a smile to light up her face.
Ashley climbs on top of me, each of her knees resting besides my legs, and brings her breasts closer to my mouth. I can almost feel her salivate as I take one nipple between my lips, nibbling gently.
She starts rocking her hips back and forth, pressing herself down onto my crotch as my tongue runs around her nipples, my long fingers embracing her firm and perky tits. She leans into me, pressing my face against her cleavage, and tugs on my earlobe with her mouth. My cock strains is so fucking hard and throbbing I have a feeling it might break if it keeps this up as my hands go to her hips, feeling her warm and soft skin.
She straddles me, her pussy now rubbing against my cock. Her hips go slow, keeping in sync with the mellow music, but starts going fast and hard as the rhythm of her body starts to gain a cadence of its own. A warmness starts spreading over her pussy as it presses against the long shape of my hard cock.
Suddenly, Ashley realizes something as she looks into me and stares into my eyes. From where I’m sitting, it looks like something primal, something wild and primitive that floods her heart and mind, tainting her thoughts with sex.
Her fingers go to my face and with a grin on her ripe lips, she starts stroking my cheek, her knuckles brushing against the hard muscles in my chest as she comes down.
I push my hips up matching the rhythm of her body, my cock pulsating as hot blood flows through it. I take one silken nipple inside my mouth, sucking at it with abandonment as my other hand squeezes the creamy flesh of her breast. She groans in pleasure as my white teeth gently nibble on her, her fingers resting on my naked shoulders as her body keeps grinding against my own.
In a swift motion she rises up and, turning her back to me, lowers herself once more onto my crotch, my cock hardening even more as it nestles comfortably between her ass cheeks. Back and forth she goes, her ass rubbing against me as her pussy becomes wetter. Her hands go behind her back and she caresses my inner thighs, feeling my thick tip along the way, inflaming it with desire; she cups it with her fingertips, feeling my cock’s head swelling against her touch.
With one hand still cupping her breasts, a hard erect nipple trapped between my fingers, my other hand slides down the arch of her back. My breathing grows ragged against her neck and, with one hand, I press my cock against her ass crack, my shaft nestling between her cheeks as it pulses almost too painfully.