With the lightest of touches, her hands spread his knees apart, and her head darted between his legs, down low, almost under his balls, and he felt her nose touching the material of his trousers.

“Holy fuck,” he growled, his breathing deep, his cock straining tight against the inner leg of his trousers as she moved her head around his groin.

Sahara’s tongue darted out a moment later, right at the bottom of his button-fly, pressing through the denim on the base of his shaft, then slowly probing along the length of his cock, it’s bulge easily visible. It continued, sometimes above, sometimes below, but always in contact until her tongue met the tip of his trapped erection.

Her eyes rose to meet his. “Now this won’t do, will it?” she purred, barely audible above the pulsing music. Her hands slid down the inside of his thighs, her right caressing the underside of his balls, the left positioning itself under his cock, and as Kyle gasped, she maneuvred his erection until it was upright in his trousers.

Sahara’s tongue dragged itself up his button fly, bulging from the contained erection, from bottom to the tip and for a couple of seconds her head bobbed up and down, as if she was sucking him off. Kyle felt a desperate need to wrap his fingers in her hair and hold her in place, but before he could lose control and grab her she had moved again.

This time she half stood and turned around, her back now to him, her luscious, gorgeous buttocks in front of him. Again he licked his lips as they slowly lowered onto his waist, nudging a little from side to side until he could feel his erection nestled between the cheeks of her ass.

This was already a completely different class of lapdance from the one he’d experienced with Piper a short time ago.

Sahara slowly dragged her ass down the length of his cock, and as Kyle’s head pressed back against the chair in blissful agony, she slowly rode back up him. Her hands rose to either side of her head, lacing themselves in her hair as her buttocks began to slowly ride his cock, pulling his foreskin up and down with every motion.

Kyle was in heaven. If it was possible to fuck someone without penetrating them, then this was it, and Sahara was really going to town on him. As her ass dragged up and down either side of his cock, she leaned back slowly until her head lay on his right shoulder. He could feel her breath on his neck as he looked at her breasts, her nipples tight and hard and agonisingly close, yet still out of reach.

He shivered as her tongue darted out, caressing the skin of his neck, slowly tracing an invisible pattern higher and higher until his ear was sucked into her mouth. Kyle’s eyes closed, the sensations all over his body becoming more intense by the second as Sahara manipulated his senses.

His eyes snapped back open as she released his ear from her mouth and he watched as her fingertips took a light grip on her nipple, twisting it slightly, pulling it a little, making it stiffer and harder as her buttocks pressed down on his cock.

“Fuck,” he said, his voice thick with desire.

Sahara slowly sat upright, her ass lifting off his cock as she stood and bent over, yet her hand darted down, caressing his erection as if reassuring it. Kyle could see right between her legs and the outline of her pussy through the black panties. His heart raced in hope that she was about to take them off.

Her knees bent again, bouncing her ass off his cock a couple of times as if she was riding him, but her legs straightened again a moment later and one of her hands moved between her legs, a finger tracing the the lips of her pussy and continuing between the cheeks of her ass.

Kyle licked his lips again as the finger continued up past her ass, stopping at the waistband of her panties and hooking inside.

“Please,” he mouthed silently, smiling as the finger began to draw her panties down, inch by inch, right in front of him. They peeled slowly from her skin, Sahara bent over right in front of him, presenting him with the best possible view, close up.

Kyle took a deep breath, his heart racing as his eyes focussed on her imminently visible asshole yet Sahara twisted her body a half-turn to the right, teasing him further. He could see the wicked grin on her face as she watched his reaction, swaying her ass from side to side as she slid her underwear down over her buttocks, then slowly down her thighs, dropping them to the floor.

Kyle wanted her desperately to resume her previous position, yet she continued swaying her hips before him, side on so he couldn’t get a glimpse of what he longed to see. His cock was aching for attention and he shifted his hips a little to try and ease the pressure.

Sahara paused, stopped the swaying of her hips and placed a hand back on his forehead. The view of her body in profile just intensified Kyle’s lust and he was sure he could hear his heart thumping above the beats of the pulsing music in the small room.

He gasped as Sahara moved quickly, a graceful fluid motion that suddenly had her feet either side of his hips with her hips above his head, her gorgeous pussy right in front of his face. Kyle swallowed, an unconscious reaciton to the sight before him.

As he watched, Sahara held his head in place, barely a foot away from her naked pelvis and she slid her free hand slowly down over her stomach, over her hip and then onto her shaven mound. Her fingernails traced in circles on the sensitive skin and Kyle was sure there were goosebumps there, so delicate was her touch.

Her fingers slid lower, caressing the lips of her pussy, sliding back and forth along either side and Kyle mouth opened wide as she slid her index finger inside her, a quick dip that accepted her whole finger with no hesitation. Her finger slowly began to slide back out yet darted back in as deep as it would go. Sahara arched her back as she fingered herself, and Kyle licked his lips, feeling as if his cock got any harder it would burst.

As he watched she slid her finger free from the depths of her pussy, and as she brought it towards Kyle’s mouth he opened wide, pressing forward to meet it, wanting nothing more in that instant than to suck her finger clean and taste her wetness.

Sahara’s hand pressed firmly on his forehead keeping him in place and his eyes flickered up to hers, seeing the delightful smirk of a born tease on her beautiful features. Before he could make another move her wet finger swiped right under his nose, drawing from left to right, leaving a moist trail of her scent between his lip and nose.

“Yeah,” Kyle blurted, immediately closing his mouth and inhaling through his nose to try and catch a whiff of her. His tongue darted out and wiped his upper lip, catching a slight hint of pussy on the tip of his tongue, but not enough to satisfy him.

Sahara’s hands moved to either side of his head and her pelvis began to sway towards him. He felt his head get yanked back a little and he opened his mouth and stuck his tongue up, desperately hoping to taste her, to pleasure her and to feel her writhing on him. He knew he was breathing fast, was aroused beyond belief, and he wanted this girl, even if it wasn’t Julietta. She was too toned, too firm to be the girl he’d chatted with that day. Sahara was like the evil-twin version of Julietta. Well, her erotic alter-ego.

His tongue probed as her pussy got closer, longing to make contact with that beautiful moist haven, yet she remained just out of reach. Her hips rocked back and forth in front of him, and he could smell her, sense that she was aroused too. She was too close for him to see but it was all instinct.

Each time he tried to lift his head and plunge into her with his tongue she either pressed his head back into the seat or her hips swayed just out of reach. She was an incredible tease and she was playing him like an expert. He was overcome with desire, longing to taste her, touch her, or possess her, trapped by the knowledge that if he pushed his luck and used his hands or used his strength to taste her his feet wouldn’t touch the floor until he was on his face out on the street.

His eyes flickered up to hers, and she paused, frozen with that same curious, quizzical look on her face she had before the dance started. She was looking at him as if something wasn’t quite right.

As she stood there above him, her pussy barely inches from his mouth, he took a chance and pushed his tongue forward, then pulled the back of his head from the seat.

Kyle was in heaven the instant that the tip of his tongue slid between her lips, immediately tasting her scent, her arousal. He flicked his tongue up, seeking and finding that delicious little bud that maximised the pleasure and he dragged his tongue firmly up it, flciking upwards with the very tip of his tongue.

It had been only a second, probably not even that, yet he saw the expression of pleasure cross her face at the same time as her back arched and her pussy lifted back out of reach. The hands on his head pressed him back, yet Kyle was exultant. He’d tasted her, she was wet, and it was all he could think of.

Sahara began to sway to the pulsing music, now further away from him, but as his eyes slid slowly up her body Kyle thought she had never looked hotter. His eyes met hers and he could see the intensity of her eyes, staring at him as if trying to decide something only she knew. He hoped she would decide to give him another taste.

Kyle watched as she bent at the knees, her feet still either side of his hips and her hands slid to behind his neck as she slowly squatted down onto his hips, bringing her to a similar position to when she had first started the dance for him, although now she was naked, he was hard and he knew she was wet.

He felt her pussy resting on his erection, only the denim of his trousers separating them and then she lifted free of him, her hips rising and falling a moment later further down his cock. A slow, body-arching movement dragged her pussy up the length of his erection and Kyle growled in intensity of the pleasure and desire coursing through him.

She repeated the movement again, then a third time, and then as he was thrusting up to meet her she paused, leaving him there humping his jeans. She smiled, and Kyle smiled too, knowing he was being manipulated by a master and not caring. He was loving every second of it.

Sahara slid back and lowered her feet to the floor. Her body swayed, twisted and danced for him between his thighs, shadows and light flickering over her skin with each movement. As she rotated slowly Kyle glanced down at her ass, firm and taught yet shapely enough for him to want to bury his face in it.

She backed into him, the back of her knees hitting the inside of his thighs and then she slowly lowered herself down, resuming the position she’d held earlier, her buttocks enveloping his erection through his trousers and she began to rock her hips.

Sahara leaned back, this time to his left. Her head came down on his shoulder as her buttocks continued to rock up and down his pelvis, jerking him off, making him gasp. She sucked his ear in her mouth again, intensifying things further for Kyle, further than he could handle.

“Did you enjoy your wicked little taste?” she whispered in his ear, her voice deep and husky.

Kyle nodded, his eyes closed. He longed to lift his hands and grab her hips, her breasts, anything to keep her in place. The constant motion on his cock was going to make him cum, he knew, but he didn’t care he was still dressed, didn’t have any thoughts beyond the pleasure of that moment.

“Thrusting your tongue into my wet little pussy like a bad boy?” she continued, drawing a groan from Kyle as her ass worked his cock. He could feel his breathing deepen. His balls begin to tighten and he knew it wouldn’t be long.

“And now you want to cum, don’t you?” she whispered.

“Yes,” Kyle gasped. He felt her suck in his earlobe once more, releasing it quickly. Her hips took a longer and slower ride down his cock.

“I bet you want to touch me, don’t you?” Sahara whispered. “To grab me, to take me, to fuck me.”

Kyle’s cock was going to explode and he knew it. His breath was coming in sharp gasps now, hard and fast as Sahara lay on top of him, working his cock with her buttocks, working his mind with her words.

He felt her hands fasten on his wrists, lifting them both. She pulled them up to meet her rocking hips and he gripped a hold of them, holding them in place to push his cock against, but Sahara continued to arch her back, riding his length up and down, manipulating his cock. He could feel it start to happen and his entire body tensed up.

“Is my ass going to make you cum, Kyle,” she whispered in his ear.

Before Kyle could reply Sahara’s buttocks tensed up, gripping him and her hips rocked fast, much faster than before, riding him hard and firm through his trousers. It sent him right over the edge.

His breathing changed, deep fast pants of breath mixed with groans, right in her ear. His cock pumped out spurt after spurt of cum onto the inside of his boxers. His body exploded in waves of pleasure, hard surges of bliss as the dancer on his lap manipulated him into and through his orgasm.

“Good boy,” she murmured, jerking him off with the cheeks of her ass.

Moments later Kyle’s hands fell away from her hips, exhausted and sated as the last of his orgasm washed over him. Sahara lay still across his body now, relaxed and motionless. Her tongue darted out and traced a circle on his neck.

“Did you enjoy the dance, Kyle?” she said quietly as he lay there panting.

He nodded, not really capable of words or coherent sentences.

“And it’s a dance you’ll remember for the rest of your life, isn’t it?” she said. He could hear the the wickedness in her voice with a hint of self-satisfaction for a job well done.

He nodded. “F… fuck yes,” he stammered a moment later. “Incredible.”

She kissed him on the cheek, a surprisingly tender and gentle kiss, her right hand coming up to hold him in place. “My pleasure,” she murmured.

Kyle felt her shift her weight as if she was about to get up, and his hands clasped her hips. “Don’t go.”

“I gotta get dressed, Kyle,” she said, smiling at him. She wiggled her hips from side to side.. “Besides, I think you might need to go clean up.”

She kissed his cheek once more, a disarming gesture that provided affection at the same time as reminding Kyle that the dance was over. This time as she shifted her weight to sit up he let her go, feeling her sitting upright on his lap, her back to him.

Kyle became aware of how the inside of his trousers were plastered with cum, and it was rapidly cooling now. She was right, he knew. He’d need to go clean up, and with a sigh of regret he accepted that the dance was finished.

“You’re a hell of a good dancer, Sahara,” he said, watching as she bent over to pick up her panties and bra.

She wiggled her hips on him, giving him a physical response rather than a verbal one he probably wouldn’t have heard anyway. He took it as a sign she was pleased with his compliment and while she slipped her panties around her ankles, he pulled another twenty from his pocket.

Sahara stood, bent over at the waist and slid her panties back up her legs. It was the first glimpes Kyle got of her ass and of her pussy from the rear and it made him lick his lips. She straightened as she slipped her black panties with the silver lace back up, adjusting them on her hips and then she half-turned and sat on his right thigh.

“Here,” Kyle said, lifting the twenty and handing it to her. “Best dance I’ve ever had. If I could give you a hundred bucks I would, and you’d stil deserve a tip.”

“Aren’t you sweet,” she said, and gave him a brief peck on the lips. “Thank you, Kyle.”

Sahara slipped her bra back on in a swift, practiced movement, fastening it and then running her fingers quickly through her hair, shrugging it back into place.

“Shall we?” she said, standing and holding a hand out to Kyle to help him get up.

He smiled, took her hand and stood up, feeling a little wobbly for a moment, making her chuckle.

“Knee trembler?”

Kyle nodded. “Told you you were good.”

“Oh, I know I’m good,” she said, smirking. “Honestly though, I don’t usually get turned on when I do a lapdance, but there’s something about you, Kyle.”

Kyle smiled, but he knew that was a line. He didn’t say anything further, but let her lead him from the booth and back through the beaded curtains to the main room.

She stopped and gave him a peck on the cheek, and with a whispered, “Thanks for the dance,” she was off. Kyle looked over at his friends, watching a dancer up on the main stage doing naked acrobatics with her thighs clasped around a steel pole, and smiling, he headed for the bathroom.

Kyle, Ed and Casey arrived at Club Boca but had to wait in the queue. The time passed quickly with Casey repeatedly reminding Ed not to be a total dick and Ed repeatedly quizzing Kyle about the lapdance. Since he cleaned himself up in the bathroom at the club, Kyle hadn’t said a word about it to his buddies. He’d also ditched his boxers in the restroom waste-paper bin and ended up going commando. There was no way he was going to tell Ed that story.

At a little after twelve they were admitted to Club Boca, a large place focussed around dancing and drinking, with DJ’s playing a mixture of mainstream dance and latin house music, and Kyle immediately picked up on the cool chilled vibe of the place. Ed and Casey hit the bar while Kyle went looking for the girls. The guys had caught up with him again by the time he spotted them, so the three of them walked over to join them.

“Hey,” Kyle smiled as he approached Julietta.

“Hi Kyle,” she said, smiling back. “So you guys made it then? We thought you weren’t gonna show.”

Kyle smiled, knowing without a shadow of a doubt that Sahara wasn’t Julietta, but the similarity to her was frightening. Realising he hadn’t answered her, he smiled. “Yeah, we got stuck in the line outside. Here now though.”

“Glad to hear it,” Julietta replied giving him a nudge with her elbow.

“Hey, wanna dance?”

“Sure.”

Kyle followed her down to the dance floor and took the opportunity to check her out. He really dug the short black skirt and boots and the black and white cut-off top she wore really showed her off. Once they were on the dance floor, Kyle let himself go. He’d always enjoyed dancing, especially in clubs and when a lot of his friends went through that phase where they thought that dancing was ‘gay’, Kyle was able to dance with most of the hot chicks in his school. Now he was twenty he felt comfortable on the dance floor.

While they enjoyed the music, Kyle noticed the odd guy checking out Julietta from time to time. She really did look hot, he noted, and he liked how she kept looking at him. Despite his earlier orgasm at the strip club he could feel a tingle of excitement in the pit of his stomach.

After fifteen minutes or so out on the floor, where they were briefly joined by Casey and Margarita, they stopped for a drink. Kyle grabbed them a couple of stools looking down on the dancefloor and they sat down.

“So what you been up to tonight then?” Kyle asked.

“Oh, you know. This and that,” she grinned. “Four girls out on the town.”

“I can imagine,” he laughed. “Lots of teasing and flirting?”

“Little bit,” she replied, laughing. “Bit of drinking, bit of dancing too.”

“Good stuff.” He took a swig of his beer and after offering Julietta another drink, he popped down to the bar and got a round of drinks in for them all. When he got back Ed was telling them all about the strip club they were at earlier.

Kyle groaned, as he hand’t intended telling any of the girls about Derriere’s Gentleman’s Club but he should have known that Ed was incapable of any kind of tact or diplomacy. He popped the drinks down on the table and picked up his and Julietta’s, handing her it.

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