Give Me Some Money, Honey (Lemon & T-Howell)

[Lemon]

The atmosphere was hot, heavy and dripping with sex appeal. It was the type of atmosphere that any hardworking, sexually frustrated, heterosexual man enjoyed. Unlike what most would think of a strip bar, this one was admittedly the highest ranking one in the city. Only the girls who had the best looks, best assets, best personalities, and best skills, were hired. It took a lot of talent to get a steady flow of customers, considering the general populace of Velvet was made up of the more...higher-ups, of the corporate world. Married men looking to ogle and spend thousands on a nice pair of tits. It was heaven, especially for a supple thing like Gabby.

Gabby Jeanne was the youngest attendee here. Hired at the ripe age of eighteen, and only nineteen now, it was a wonder how in the world she had managed to get a spot. Yet, whenever she was assigned a performance on the main stage, it always yearned her a new, loyal following of drooling gents. She knew her stuff, and how exactly, she learned such provocative, risque and near illegal activities, still remained a mystery throughout the club. She was a private girl, and only admitted to what she needed to, to get by. No one knew where she lived, who she lived with, and whether or not she was really who she said she was. All that mattered, was the fact that she brought in quite a bit of money. She was somewhat well off, but far from the point of being comfortable enough to quit. She didn't want to continue down this road for too long, but at this rate, she could easily see herself staying here at Velvet for another six years.

This evening was like any other. She'd go on in about five minutes, and remained backstage prepping. With the help of some willing ladies, they managed to squeeze her deliciously tight frame into an ensemble of black lace and bows. Naturally blessed with a young, horribly adorable face, it was no wonder why some thought she was illegal. Yet, the birth certificate spoke otherwise. She was legal, all the way around.

"There's a lot of eager guys out there," Ashley, one of the veterans, teased. Gabby could only smile, straightening out her satin bra, and snapping the bottoms of her high-rising panties. "Mmn, good, I need to make at least seven hundred tonight," she muttered, ignoring the way the other girls glanced at her. She was always worried about bills, and it was a bit depressing, seeing someone so young, worrying about so much. Nonetheless, she made it by, as she could only count on herself to bring home the green. If she did what she was suppose to, then everyone would leave this club a happy patron.

As if on cue, the lights dimmed, that erotic music began thumping, and the announcer filled the room up with his drawling timbre. "And now, to give you a sweet treat...the lovely, little Miss Gabby Jeanne...!"

 

[T-Howell]

Klayton King was sitting in the club in some town he had barely even remembered coming into with a few guys from his crew. He had to travel a lot to keep up with his lifestyle and escape from "the law" as he always called the police that were on his trail from his strings of bank robberies. He had hit 5 banks in 5 cities and not a single person had seen his face. He was only 20 years old himself and was considered a prodigy in terms of criminals planning and executing his heists at the ripe old age of 19. He liked to unwind in the local strip clubs and watch the talent in each of them. He had a presence about him that always got him a front row seat by the stage so he'd get a great look at any of the girls he could possibly want to see. He carried himself with a confidence that intimidated people along with a skill set to match. He leaned back on his chair awaiting the next dancer.

He wore a black suit with a purple shirt and black tie with a trench coat hanging off the back of his chair figuring it was always a good time to dress nicely even in a strip club such as this one. He had not been particularly impressed with any of the ladies thus far them all being older than him he was looking forward to seeing someone at least reasonably close to his age so when he heard about the next girl up being the lovely "Little Miss Gabby Jean." His ears obviously perked up and his eyes became glued to the stage when a waitress came by to take his drink order. He ordered his usual Pepsi from the woman and waited for it to come. He stared up at the stage pushing any stray long brown hairs away from his pale blue eyes.

He hated the music in strip clubs but sometimes the headaches he suffered were made worth it by the women dancing to it, and he could sort of sense that this next girl would be one of those. He lightly stroked the facial hair that was growing on the side of his face. "I have to shave sometime." He muttered to one of the other men next to him. The man Elias was the muscle of his group and simply replied "yeah yeah yeah, whatever pretty boy". Which made Klayton chuckle a bit as the music thumped essentially through his body.

Once the girl appeared through the curtain however he stopped talking and chuckling and just stared at her studying her almost as though she was a bird trapped in a cage. Then his drink appeared in the waitresses hand and he snapped out of it for a moment holding the drink and slipping a bit of money into the woman's hands for a tip for being so quick and then went back to watching the show from the best seat in the house, right at the front of the stage.

 

[Lemon]

The curtain opened up, by a pair of small, talented hands. One slender leg slipped out between the crushed velvet material, happily on display before the rest of that blessed frame followed afterwards. A slow, curious glance to the audience, and immediately Gabby couldn't help but let that saucy little grin of her's show up. She sauntered towards the glistening, silver pole that was ever so proudly stationed at the middle of the stage. But, before she could even get herself accustomed to her signature slippery ride, she dropped to her knees, the sudden movement matching with the throbbing bass of the music around them. A small lick to her lips, and her attention was plastered upon the man settled in the seat at the front. He had the best view of her, and she figured she may as well play that up as much as she possibly could.

Crawling towards him like a starving feline, she stopped, her face only mere inches from his own. A wink, and she was soon on her knees, fingertips running up along the sinful curves of her frame. Each motion was slow, deliberate, and accentuated by how graceful she played herself up to be. There was no wonder that this girl was naturally a bombshell at getting men's attention, and when Gabby put her mind to it, and intentionally made herself move like a living, breathing form of sex, she could have heads spinning in a matter of seconds.

Already men were whistling in low tunes, throwing her bills, and trying to get a closer look. She reveled in the attention, and with a quick flick of her wrist, she undid the large, fanciful ribbon that was nestled between the valley of her breasts. The silken material fell away from her plump tits, hanging there in a taunting fashion of barely keeping her concealed. But, before she would allow her beloved audience the gift of seeing her supple assets in their full glory, she continued to crawl about the stage, ass perked high in the air, and plump bottom swaying to and fro. Gabby knew how to play this game, and she played it well. She needed to give every pawn his very own bit of attention, or else, he'd feel horribly left out.

 

[T-Howell]

Klayton's eyes did not leave the girl for one single moment as she sauntered around the stage beautifully. He loved the way her slinky body looked as she moved about the stage with her gorgeous slender legs and perfect body. She looked a bit too young to be on this particular stage, but he was not complaining as he knew she had to be at least eighteen and thus she would be a perfectly age appropriate lady for himself. He licked his lips as she licked her own and he locked eyes with her. Even without seeing the woman naked yet he knew he would have her one way or another. He turned briefly to Elias as he sat down next to him and whispered into his ear. "Go pay the bouncer whatever he needs to get me backstage to see her." And then slipped a few thousand dollars into his friend's hand. His friend Elias stood up and did as told. Klayton pulled out another thousand dollars and held it tight in his hand ready to pay the girl when she came close to him.

He ran his hands through his hair as the girl crawled over to him he was flustered for seemingly the first time in his life and fought himself to avoid showing it. He watched every move the girl made noticing the ways she moved and the grace she put into it. Even before she took off a single article of her already relatively small amount of clothing he handed her the thousand dollars in hundreds he had been holding. He handed it to her instead of sliding it in the ribbon between her breasts or throwing it on the stage. He wanted her to know that he wasn't the ordinary customer of her club and would pay her better and was essentially just better before speaking his first words to her. "Come back after you've shown off for everyone else." He said with a smirk and a sip of his drink as she crawled back and removed the ribbon that hid her breasts.

He was beyond attracted to this woman and she would be to him if she liked it or not. He was ready to see her body completely unfettered for the first of what would be many times. She didn't know it yet, but she had just met her future lover and was paid graciously for that meeting. Having already gotten an up close and personal view of her perfect breasts his eyes drifted towards her ample bottom as she swung it back and forth crawling about the stage. Elias came back and told him that everything was clear with the bouncer and he would be able to come and go out of the dressing room whenever he pleased. A smirk formed on his lips and then he kept watching Gabby's movements completely enraptured by the young lady.

 

[Lemon]

That man...that man, that man. While little Miss Gabby Jeanne continued on her route, she couldn't help but remember the fact that she had just made over a thousand dollars within the first two minutes of her routine. All thanks, to a gentleman who seemed hopelessly smitten over her. She wouldn't think much of it, usually, but this time...the young showgirl couldn't help but find this stranger to be compelling. If, a bit dangerous, too. He had an air about him that had goosebumps crawling across her flesh, forced her toes to curl, her breath to hitch and temperature rise up like a sauna.

After the men had their fair-share of watching her crawl about, she carefully stood upon her bare feet, finally letting that hanging bra fall to the mirrored floor below. There, the perfect vision of hard, perfectly small and pink nipples, came to be. She bit into the fleshy petal of her bottom lip, lowered her eyes to feign innocence, and then not so innocently groped her breasts. This, was only for one person, however. Her eyes had immediately shot back to the one seated at the front, the one who had so graciously offered her a wonderful tip, already. Gabby was flattered, and intrigued, and knew that if she wanted to make twice as much as she needed, she would need to continue giving him what he paid for. Of course, that wouldn't be difficult at all. Her admirer was quite the looker himself, come to think of it...

A little moan, and she turned about, playing at the waistband of her undies, before taking hold of the pole, and spinning with ease. Soon enough, those long legs were wrapped about the slick sphere, and she, was hanging carelessly from it, an image of natural control and skill. She climbed, dropped, and twirled about like a ballerina. As erotic as it was, Gabby gave the men a show that would not only get their jeans tighter, and heads lighter...but would definitely leave them wanting much, much more. Yet, the only one that was going to get an aftertaste of her, was already chosen for the evening.

 

[T-Howell]

Klayton was endlessly attracted to the woman that he had just paid an incredibly large sum to. Well not incredibly large to him with the incredibly lavish lifestyle he was living, but he suspected that the young girl hadn't been paid that much money by one client before with the people that were surrounding him and the stage. Another reason he enjoyed going to the strip clubs was that the ladies usually liked him quite a bit and he was able to gain some more respect to himself which drove his confidence even higher than it usually was. He was a pretty brilliant and happy young man in his own right even without the added boost from money and strippers affections.

Klayton was a bit disappointed when she finally stood up after crawling all over the stage. But then he looked down at her perfect bare feet and smiled even wider. He always did have kind of a foot thing that he couldn't explain so it was good to know this girl had those going for her as well. He would have fainted at the sight of her breasts had he been standing up but since he was sitting down he just felt the front of his pants tighten around his length that was seemingly growing every second he watched her. That was even before she finally dropped her bra and showed off her perfect breasts and the beautiful color of her nipples. He licked his lips imagining what it would be like to have his lips wrapped around them. That would be a reality sooner rather than later which excited him even further and caused him to grab another thousand out of his deep pockets.

Then he heard her little moan somehow through the music and resolved to hear a bunch more of the sounds she would make throughout the next few hours and then for a long time after that. Over and over and over he would hear those moans. He looked up at the pole when she draped her long delicate legs around it and hung upside down. I'll have to remember to buy her a stripper pole He thought to himself as she hung upside down like a gorgeous bat from the slick pole. He was impressed beyond belief with this young lady and it drew another thousand from his pocket and into his hand. The hundred dollar bills were crisp and felt incredible in his hand, but they would feel more incredible in hers he felt so she would have to have them. He stared at her breasts as they hung down off the pole as well unbelievably not out of place and seemingly defying gravity somehow. She truly was perfection or his image of it at the very least. She would look even more perfect being pleasured by as well as pleasuring him. He gave another lick of his lips and shot her a little wink as he stared at her.

 

[Lemon]

After she grew a bit light headed herself, due to the rush of blood, she let her palms hit the floor. There, mimicking a handstand, she let let body fall backwards, and found herself standing upright in a quick movement. A little giggle, and she was back to sauntering about the stage, slowly strutting and letting the men dare to reach forward, trying to touch at her smooth, slender legs. A little huff, playful, and she teasingly berated them for trying to get what they didn't pay for. Shame on them! She loved the attention either way, and with her bra already discarded, she figured it'd be best to add even more, to her mounting appeal.

Finding herself in front of that winking, eager man again, she grinned down towards him and let her foot rise, running the delicate tips of her dainty toes, along the ledge of the stage, as if taunting him to come closer. Slowly, a lithe finger bent and curled, mimicking a 'come hither' motion. When he finally obeyed, she leaned down, her silken tresses falling about her pretty, adorably young face. "Care to lend me a helping hand," she whispered, and shamelessly, pushed out her hips. She pointed to the ribbons hanging from each of her hips, the thin material, tied together, the only thing keeping her panties on. "Pull..."

Oh, how antsy she was...she wanted his eyes all over her delicate, womanly parts.

 

[T-Howell]

He watched as she did the little handstand like motion and rolled back onto her feet somehow. He did not have any idea how she did that but he would have to see it more often. He watched as she giggled and began strutting around the legs. He was jealous that the men would try and even touch such beauty without paying her anything but he would make up for their cheapness over and over. He was embarrassed a bit at how much she was getting to him but there he was at her mercy while she traversed the stage her incredible body exposed but not all the way just yet. He stared up at her when she found her way in front of him once again and smiled up at her his bright eyes burning through her body almost. He was endlessly attracted and fascinated by her and her youthful exuberance made him smile all the more.

His excitement only grew when she beckoned him closer with her foot coming up towards the stage eye level with her panties as he stood in front of her. "Of course, I am a gentleman after all." He replied in a whisper when she asked for his assistance and then he pulled the ribbons apart for her in an abrupt motion allowing her panties to just practically fall off of her body. His eyes still focused on her for a moment before pushing the other money he had collected into her hand as he stood before her. "Here's a bit more for your trouble." He whispered with a smirk.

Once she was undressed directly in front of him he had his eyes scanning her body from head to toe staring up into her gorgeous eyes and then right back down to her lady parts licking his lips in the hopes of pleasuring her one day.

 

[Lemon]

Another thousand? Gabby couldn't help but wonder if she was actually worth that much. Certainly, she was priceless either way, but to actually have a man pay her this much...it was...well, startling. It had her cheeks flaring up in a fit of red, and her eyes softened, unable to help herself in growing a bit vulnerable. Who was he? What in the world did he do, to enable him the privilege of throwing away hundred dollar bills like it was going out of style? She had seen her fair share of wealth within Velvet, but this...nothing like this before, especially towards her, no less.

The cool air immediately rushed up towards her warm, already damp slit. She could feel herself shivering, and the men, they were as well. Knowing there were no limits here at Velvet, as she could very well do as she pleased, it wasn't a surprise when she hoisted her leg up. There, her foot was gracefully perched upon the man's shoulder. Giving him quite the view of her sensitive, swollen little slit. Biting down onto her bottom lip, she let her fingers trail down, until they were nestled up against her puffy mound. It was shaved, smooth, and her entirety smelled like warm vanilla and sugar.

"Wanna taste," she asked him, practically purring out the request.

 

[T-Howell]

Klayton noticed how flustered she seemed to be getting just from all the money he was giving her. He was probably going to have to explain what he did for a living to her at some point and he was hopeful that she'd be comfortable with it. He was totally willing to drop thousands upon thousands of dollars on her over the course of their night. He looked up at the scent of her when she was close enough for him to remove all of the clothing she had been wearing. He inhaled deeply and savored the smell of vanilla and sugar. She smelled just like a sugar cookie and felt an attraction he had never felt before when she was right there in front of him. He had to have her and he would have her. He stared up into her eyes for a moment taking his eyes away from her lady bits

He watched as the cool air ran up her body and she visibly reacted to the cool air on her damp slit. That made him smirk a bit and then he felt her beautiful foot perch itself on his shoulder and he looked over at it. "Nice foot." He teased her as he looked up at her gorgeous swollen slit and wanted to touch it and pleasure it more than any slit he had seen in his life. He wanted to please her and was devoted to her beyond belief. He would kiss up and down that body of hers from her toes to her nose if she allowed it. "I've never wanted to taste anything more in my life." He responded with his normal deep voice turned on even further by the way she purred out her response.

"Am I even allowed to taste? I'm new at this club." He said to her with a little laugh as he kept his eyes on her delicate little foot as it rested on his shoulder.

 

[Lemon]

"Hn...thanks, I'm glad you like it," Gabby purred, wiggling her toes playfully, before her eyes grew heavy and she found her body pulsating with warmth. Not only was he quite obviously enjoying her company, and paying to keep her within it, but he had a certain charm about him that made her feel...well, she really didn't mind giving her talents to him, and only him, this evening. After all, he was going to make it worth her while. She wasn't the type of girl to get caught up in this scene, and try to find a man she wanted to commit herself to, at a place such as this. These men were more than likely dirt-bags, and while the one currently admiring her pussy seemed to be the rare exception, Gabby wasn't about to put her guard down. No, that was far too risky, and the last thing she needed to add onto her plate, was a man.

"More in your life," she asked, brow quirking in genuine interest. "Oh, you're quite the flatterer..." She slowly trailed her foot down from his shoulder, to his chest. Keeping herself balanced without much effort, she pushed her heel into him, and forced him back against his chair. "Well," she began quietly, holding her hand out, "You are...as long as you're in my care, in a private room." She motioned for his drink, a sly smile slipping across those plump lips of hers. "Despite popular belief, you can get away with a lot here...maybe that's why we're always so busy...not sure," Gabby mused, relishing in her tingly deposition.

"Mind handing me your drink, sweet cheeks...?"

 

[T-Howell]

He smirked up at her when she wiggled her toes and seemed happy he liked her foot. He kept moving his eyes up and down her body all the way up her leg and to her gorgeous pussy. He licked his lips and was planning on licking her lips in a little while. He could not possibly be more attracted to her and she could probably tell that with how his eyes were stuck to her body like bugs in a Venus Fly Trap. She had really done an incredible job of seducing him just by stripping and teasing him and her purse would feel a lot heavier as evidence of that. He looked over at the other men in the room and noticed all of their eyes were stuck in the same place, but he was the only one touching the girl. Or more accurately being touched by her. That made him smirk. One reason he enjoyed his work was the fact that he got to have complete control over any situation and that was a thing he savored in any situation.

"No maam." He answered when she asked about him not wanting to taste anything more in his life. "You do smell like a sugar cookie after all." He said with a smirk as he watched her impeccable foot travel down his body and then felt a firm push that leaned him back in his chair, still looking up at her and then back down at her toes that rested on his chest. "Damn, this place is pretty cool. I think it's the best club I've been to. Probably is the reason you're so busy. Although you're clearly the other biggest reason." He said looking at all the attention she was receiving before noticing she wanted his drink before she mentioned it. Then when she asked for it he nodded.

"Thirsty?" He asked as he reached his hand over and picked up the soda and lifting it up to her and offering it to the goddess standing before him.

 

[Lemon]

"Mmn, I smell like a sugar cookie..." Gabby found that notion to be adorable, and she was glad someone was actually in-tuned enough, to pick up on the delicious scents that she always decorated her body with. "Well, if you think I smell good...then you'd simply die of satisfaction when you taste me," she crooned towards the man, letting him sit there and simmer with the idea of having her squirming against his tongue. That thought, was actually quite a lovely one. Although she tended to not grow attached to her customers, and merely give them what they paid for...there was a little part of her that wanted to slip into her more greedy tendencies.

Maybe, just maybe, she wanted this man to give her the pleasure he seemed so eager to deliver.

When handed the soda, she bit into her bottom, lip, slowly slipping her foot higher, higher, and higher. "Thank you for your generosity...in both cash flow, and compliments...you're quite a gentleman," Gabby admitted, just as her dainty toes wiggled up against the seam of his mouth. "I'm not thirsty myself...but, I figured you were..." With that, she let the glass dangle just above her knee, and slowly, let the cool, sweet and sticky liquid cascade down along the curve of her calf. There, the dark rivulets quickly washed down the arch of her foot, and finally, reached the man's mouth. All the while her eyes were on him, watching, intently.

 

[T-Howell]

Klayton smiled at her when she agreed with the notion of him thinking she smelled like a sugar cookie. Klayton was very in tune with his body and was also awfully close to her so her scent poured into his nose. He looked up at her when she suggested how he'd die from tasting her. He licked his lips at her words and took another look at her swollen pussy. He laughed a bit at her comment and made a little licking motion as though he were already eating her pussy. "Name the time, sweetheart." He said with a smirk on his face and another lick of his lips. "Although I'm not the only one who would die of satisfaction." He said staring up into her eyes for a moment and throwing her another wink. "I bet you've never felt something as good as this tongue." He said as he stuck his large pink tongue from his mouth to give her a little tease as she was doing to him.

While Klay did enjoy receiving pleasure it wasn't near as much as he liked giving. For a thief he was pretty generous he had to say and she would learn that if she hadn't already.

He smiled when she bit her lip once again. "Of course, a beautiful lady like you always needs some cash and compliments from a benevolent gentleman such as myself". Her biting her lip like she was was his favorite look on her face thus far and that smile only grew when she slid her foot up his body. Frankly if he weren't so attracted to the rest of her body her foot would be the only thing he could look at. It was gorgeous. "You have the best feet I've ever..." Was all he was able to get out of his next compliment before he felt her toes pressing on his lips. As he was a gentleman he allowed her to stick her delicate toes into his mouth and heard as she was talking about him being thirsty. He knew what she was going for now and felt that large warm tongue slip out of his mouth for a moment to softly lick each of her toes as the soda started drifting down her foot from her knee to his mouth. He hungrily accepted the soda that had been places he wished his lips had been into those lips and sucked it straight off her toes like she was a big sexy straw. He looked up into her eyes as she did it and knew that he had officially met the woman of his dreams.

 

[Lemon]

He looked to be enjoying himself, and she was more than happy to keep this little show of play going. Noting that all the other men were content to watch, she let the soda continue to roll down her leg, until finally, with a bubbly giggle, she pulled her toes from his mouth. It tickled! And he had her all sorts of fidgety on the stage. Pushing him back playfully again, she slowly lifted the glass to her own mouth. At first, it was a clean execution, filling her mouth and swelling about her tongue, but then, slowly, she allowed the caffeinated drink to dribble down her chin. It swept across the valley of her bare breasts, down to her stomach, to her navel...where finally, it tauntingly trickled into her slit. A gasp at the cold contact it made, and she found her knees bending, until she was crouched in front of him, pulling him forward by the shirt.

There were no need for words, just a glimmer in her eyes, and she rose above him with arching feet, and let the soda pass from her mouth, into his. Transferring it over was a messy job, and she liked it. Considering, she was already a very sticky little woman right about now. Turned on, despite her usual nights, she let the glass fall, and quickly cupped the side of his face, bringing him into her petite frame.

"If you're such a benevolent gentleman...you should help clean me up," she cooed towards him, voice hot and heavy against his mouth, just before she arrested him into a hungry kiss. Long lashes fluttered to a close, that plump ass perked, thighs parted wide and soda still dripping from the apex of her sensitive, aching pussy. It was divine, having someone respond to her in such a way. Gabby had never felt this alive, and while this was simply her job, she knew well enough, that she had never felt this way about any other customer before. He was doing things to her...that not many were allowed to do.

 

[T-Howell]

Klayton smiled while the soda kept going down her leg over her toes and into his mouth. He gave her toes a little kiss after she slipped them from his mouth and looked up at her as she pushed him back once again. He watched as she drank his soda up and smiled "So you were thirsty." He said before she started dripping the soda down her body and her gorgeous slit. He would take great pleasure in licking all the soda up from her body. The sweet drink all over her body made him love it and her even more than he did before she poured it on herself. He winced a bit at the sight of the drink on her slit wondering how could it would feel for her. He was very aroused and he didn't particularly seem interested in hiding it. The front of his pants had formed quite a large tent and he needed that taken care of somehow. "I never want to drink from a glass again."

He said as she pulled him forward and he knew exactly what she was planning on doing so he opened his mouth up when she wanted to pass the soda into his mouth. He drank it up right from her mouth and used the time as a little excuse to run his hands over her body as she drizzled the soda from her delicate small mouth to his. He savored that taste even more than he usually would have and swallowed it up while continuing to run his hands up and down her small sticky body.

Once she pulled him into her petite body he lifted her onto his lap as was fairly usual in a strip club, but he was able to kiss and touch this particular dancer at least so they started to make out with her dripping soda all over his body. "My pleasure." He groaned after she kissed him before bringing his lips down her neck and cleaning up her chest and sternum in between her breasts. "Maybe you should lay back on the stage and let me finish cleaning you here." He said as he slowly ran his hand in between her legs not enough to touch her slit but enough to let her know even better what he was ready to do for her right there in front of everyone. He winked and kissed her lips once again before letting go of her to allow her to get into the other position he offered if she so desired.

 

[Lemon]

When he lifted her up, and into his lap, she was pleasantly at a loss for words. Gabby gazed towards him, feeling her young body react to his touch as if it were made for him. Startled at such a discovery, it wasn't a surprise that she was a bit hesitant to continue, when put into such a vulnerable state. No longer, did she feel like she was in control. Because truly, she wasn't. His hardened member, concealed away by his pants, was doing a splendid job of pushing up against her sensitive mound. Making her hips naturally wriggle, she shamelessly partook in the rising friction of it all.

"Nnngh..." Her pretty little head rolled from side to side, as she relished in his licks and kisses. He really was cleaning her up, the sentiment warming her for a few reasons. Not only did it feel utterly divine, but he was blatantly a man of his word. Adorable, in his eagerness to please her, Gabby didn't know whether she should oblige this high class, paying man, or make him wait until they were somewhere far more private. Turning her head, she could spy her superior from out of the corner of her eye. The man only gave a firm nod, which, in their language, meant yes. So, the brunette bombshell pulled back, and hoisted her ass up onto the stage again. Immediately, did she fall into a lying position, slender legs dangling off the side, and tender pussy tingling with anticipation. Everyone was watching...and that only made her want it more.

They were practically out of their seats, wanting a better look, and with a devilish grin, she pulled her legs up, so her heels could settle comfortably on the slick platform. As this was done, her pink, wet, sticky little cunt was put on show for anyone who wanted to look. "Mmmph..." She stretched her arms above her head then, arched her back, and purred like a kitten in heat.

 

[T-Howell]

As she rested on his lap he smiled at her and wanted to tell her right then what he did for a living but he chose not to and would wait until they were in a more private area where no one else could possibly be looking. He ran his hands all over her body as she rested on his lap and relished his little licks and kisses taking all of the sticky soda off of her body. He smiled at her and looked over just when she did at the man who would be giving her permission to accept his little gift towards her. He smiled happily when the man nodded and he waited for her to climb back up on stage and get serviced for all of the men around her stage to see. And probably some of the girls in the back would want to watch as well. Usually Klayton was a very private man, but with her it felt different and right to perform an intimate act in front of the world.

After she hopped up on the stage he stood up as well inspecting her body for any drops of soda that he would have missed on her upper body and saw some on her stomach and navel. Not wanting to let any of his favorite drink go to waist or wanting his favorite girl to be dirty he bent his head forward and took a long slow lick of her stomach gathering up any extra cola that could have remained and swallowed it down. Then he drifted between her legs, not taking a lick of that gorgeous pink little pussy that was taunting him with it's sticky folds but instead lifting the leg with the foot that had just occupied his mouth and taking a long agonizing lick all the way up from her sticky dainty little toes all the way up her ankle to her calf past her thighs making sure she was clean everywhere but her wet soon to be wetter pussy.

After he was certain her legs were soda free he rested his firm hands on her hips and bent down between her legs sliding that large flexible tongue all over the outsides of her folds making them no longer sticky with soda, but wet with her feminine juices as he kept licking up and down her lips. He loved to tease but then he figured he may as well try a bit more and wrapped his lips around her stiffened clitoris sucking and swirling his tongue over it before licking back down her lips and darting his tongue into her for a few moments.

 

[Lemon]

Each lick sent her closer and closer to exclaiming just how good it felt, but, she bit her lip. Instead suppressing her noises to soft, pitiful exclaims of delight. Her body was undulating along the stage with an intense array of sexual appeal. The way her back arched, those hips flared and she scratched down along the stage with manicured nails. Breasts, plump and free, jiggled with every little squirm she gave, feeling him growing ever closer to the main source of her frustration. Gods, how she needed him to relieve her of this mounting agony. Torturous, he was, teasing her to the point she could practically feel his breath puffing out across her sensitized skin.

Just when she thought he was done, he leaned forward, diving that handsome head of his in between her thighs. Gazing down towards him in wonderment, she gasped, feeling his sweet, wet and broad tongue ease itself across the outside folds of her cunt. Gabby was gone, feeling herself dropping into an abyss of pleasure. Barely able to hold her gaze, she closed her eyes, tipping her head back and shamelessly reveling in the moment. He made her coo out like never before, that wicked mouth latching onto her clit and drawing forth an exclaim of enjoyment. How wicked, knowing she knew not what this man's name was...

Yet, here he was, tenderly giving her womanhood the attention it craved, without any hesitance. Gabby dug the fingers of one hand into his hair, and gripped viciously, feeling her toes curl and wetness grow insistently. "Nngh...don't stop," she pleaded with him, feeling those hot, hungry eyes of the other men swooping across her body infinitely. It wasn't a question, that these two were putting on quite the memorable show.

 

[T-Howell]

He savored the little noises she made as he teased her body watching her hips rise and fall with pleasure and he had yet to even touch her womanhood yet. He just watched her body while he licked and teased cleaning her like only he knew how. He wanted to make her cum right there on the stage. Then he would tell her his name and offer her the chance to leave this awful strip club and be made to feel like this every day of her life if she wanted to. He did find it a touch strange that she hadn't asked his name and was a bit worried she did this with all her customers. "I hope I'm a rare exception." He said softly before he dove into her gorgeous cunt.

Once he was there he kept licking and sucking around like an explorer trying to find out just what made things work for her. He enjoyed pleasuring her almost as much if not more than he enjoyed being pleasured by the other women he had met. He licked and sucked like a hungry animal wanting to get his reward of her cum. He kept licking and didn't even look at anything but her pussy and up into her eyes every so often to make sure she was having a good time. He once again darted his tongue inside of her delicate folds and began swirling it like a tornado. He wanted her to be satisfied by his licking more than he had ever wanted any money from one of his "jobs". He realized as he latched his mouth around her clit that his henchmen were right next to him watching this. For some reason with this girl that didn't make him uncomfortable.

Once she begged him not to stop through her moans he kept up his licking sucking her clit and flicking his tongue over it up and down and to the sides of her bud. He decided to not just focus on her clit and then dropped down further slipping his tongue inside of her again and stiffening it up essentially fucking her with his tongue as he rubbed his nose on her clit still wanting to add to the pleasure she was feeling. He slid his hand up her body and lightly ran his thumb over her nipple to increase the feeling in her pussy. He would be smiling as wide as the cat from Alice In Wonderland if his head weren't buried in her folds.

 

[Lemon]

Gabby barely caught his words, but luckily, she managed to in time. Glancing down towards him through heavy lashes, she offered him a soft, sweet smile. "You are," she assured him. After all, she had never let a customer do this to her, and while she was hesitant to even let this man proceed, it just felt...right. After all, they had both done quite a number on each other in terms of seduction. It was her job, to provide pleasure and entertainment, but he had certainly provided just as much. As far as names went, she hadn't planned on asking him. It didn't matter. He was merely a man wanting to taste the fruits of his labor, and given that he had already paid quite the pretty penny for her, Gabby felt inclined to give him what he yearned for. Of course, she wanted it just as badly, but who needed to know that? Certainly not the one in between her thighs.

Old habits die hard...and Gabby had habitually kept a safe distance between herself and all of the men who came to see her.

Finally, when he dove down onto her like a starving animal, Gabby couldn't help but exclaim her pleasure. She arched up violently, her fingers tensing about the long locks of his dark hair out of sheer reaction. "Oh, fuck..." She was panting, squirming against the cool, slick tile of the floor beneath her. He ate her out like his life depended on it, and goodness, was she grateful for such. At first glance, anyone would be able to tell just how much the young stripper was enjoying herself. Undulating about, scratching at the floor like a cat in heat, and trying her damnedest to not lose complete control, just yet.

Her chest was heaving, and as he toyed with her nipple, she grasped upon the back of his hand, forcing him to squeeze her breast tightly. "Make me cum..." Her voice was shaking, wavering under the pressure of steadily climbing that trek to release. "Make me cum all over your tongue...!" Men were groaning in disbelief at how utterly adorable she looked, a mess of limbs, sweaty and flushed. She was all his, though, within these moments of being cleaned out. Gabby could no longer suppress the spark that managed to flicker between them. What man, in his right mind, would so willingly give another woman pleasure, instead of his own? At a loss, she gazed up towards the twinkling ceiling, filling up the room with a joyous bout of cries, which easily dripped into the rhythmic bass of the music surrounding them. He was going to make her have an orgasm...in front of everyone...

 

[T-Howell]

Klayton smiled up at her as she answered him that he was a rare exception to her rule instead of just another customer she let pleasure her on her stage. He kept licking and sucking his way to having a new girlfriend and ideally a new partner in crime. But that would come after she came so he just kept pleasuring her like it was the only thing he knew how. He took a varied approach to his licking from short strokes up her vaginal lips with his tongue to long slow licks as though she were a lollipop. He licked her like he was the wonkavator sideways and slantways and longways. She would cum all over the place or his name was not Klayton King. He looked up into her eyes as he diligently worked in between her thighs rubbing her clit with his nose as he pleasured her with his mouth and tongue and hungrily tasting her juices as they slipped out of her body along with her moans.

He kept licking her like an animal at a water bowl wanting her to cum and wanting to feel her waves of pleasure run through her body as she did it. He realized he'd have to get her into a shower as soon as they went back to the place he was renting in town since she had been writhing around on the filthy stage all night already before he even had her laying on it as he pleasured her. He was a little weirded out still by the fact that the entire world could see him between her legs orally pleasuring her like his life depended on it. He didn't want people to assume any weakness from his love of pleasuring women and in particular this one having had his feelings of lust overtake his natural standoffish shy thoughts.

He squeezed her breast at her behest and continued manipulating her nipple lightly twisting it and fondling it with his fingers in between more hard squeezes of her breast. "I'm doing my best." He responded in a joking manner to her shaky request. He ran his hand down her body from her breast all the way down to her stiff small clit. This is what would push her over the edge all the way he thought. He stiffened his tongue and slipped it inside of her darting it in and out of her like a small cock as he started to rub her clit in rhythm with the thrusts of his tongue. "Cum for me." He groaned up at her as he continued to service her needs rubbing her clit and tonguing her slit he was working like a well oiled machine now with one goal in mind to make her cum all over his face in the middle of the strip club and then get her to go home with him.

 

[Lemon]

Now, had Gabby ever experienced something so intimate, so publicly? Gods no. In fact, the supple eighteen year old stripper had only slept with one other man, her entire life. Of course, considering he was six years her senior, it didn't last. He had wanted something stable, a family...and she, well, she was just starting out her very own life. He had been a breath of fresh air, nonetheless. That man had taught her quite a bit about the world, his knowledge having seemed perpetual. Thankful that she hadn't wasted her precious time on someone who would have served to be useless, and a sheer heartbreak for her, it was quite out of character, for her to be giving this complete stranger, the leeway in making her cum. In front of the entire club, no less. Then again, this was her job, and she did what she needed to, to continue bringing home the cash.

Thus, she gave it her all. Withering about like a heated little kitten, cooing out and exclaiming just how wondrous it felt, to have her tight, wet snatch eaten out so enthusiastically. This man was good with his tongue, too good. Any woman would be able to die happily, after being on the receiving end of this joyous bout of sexual treatment. He continued to take her breath away, render her speechless, and reduce her down to nothing but a pitiful mess of squirming limbs, hot cries and desperate arches. "Nnngh..." He was trying? Gabby seriously doubted he needed to even try. It came naturally to him...she could just, well, she could fucking feel it.

As if her body couldn't be thrusted towards the brink of climax further, he changed tactics. Soon, that budding batch of nerves was being assaulted quite abruptly by his finger, forcing her to exclaim out in surprise. The pressure had her toes curling, and with his tongue all but fucking her now, Gabby knew she could no longer look back. Hands grasped at the back of his head, digging fiercely into his dark locks. "Fuck...just like that...I...you're gonna make cu--" Cut off by the rush of pleasure, her screams ignited, and she thrusted her head back, flaring hips up and letting her orgasm wash over her like a monsoon.

 

[T-Howell]

Klayton himself had never done anything quite like this. He had dated a few women and of course slept with them out in public, but never anything so abrupt and with someone he had just met. He loved having his mouth wrapped around this girl, but he couldn't help but think it was a little bit strange. He shrugged his shoulders and kept going to town though. He hadn't really ever had that strong of a connection with anyone, but felt something strange with this girl which is what made the fact that he was pleasuring her in front of everyone feel reasonably right. With his lifestyle he didn't ever really have time to get to know anyone before having to move away but he felt something like this one would be able to come with him. She was trapped in this strip club after all and all he had to do was get her away from there.

His face was wet with her juices as he continued going down on her with an incredible vigor that he had developed in his life. Everything he did he put this much effort into but there weren't many things he enjoyed more than the incredible feeling of a girl writhing around against his mouth rubbing her moist lips against his face. He looked up at her when she arched her body and cried out and knew she was close so things did seem to be going well on that front. His tongue was giving her a lot of pleasure and getting quite the work out. He strong tight snatch strengthening it with every thrust into her.

He knew that she was about to cum when he added his fingers to the mix rubbing her orgasm out of his body like it was just that easy. He rubbed her over and over again still looking up at her and he felt her toes curl against his shoulder as he tongue fucked her. He had brought her to a particularly powerful orgasm wand he knew when he felt her hips arch up that she had a nice time. The screams were another indicator that he had made her cum pretty well. He felt a strong flood of her juices and that made him smirk as he kept licking her until she came down from the orgasm. Once she finally got her breathing back to normal he smiled and wrapped his hands around her hips and pulled her legs around his waist sitting down on his chair with her wet slit resting on his expensive suit. He didn't even care about that. "My name is Klayton by the way, you can call me Klay if you'd like."

 

[Lemon]

She was exhausted. No man, had ever made her come like that. Ever.

Gazing up towards the flickering, spinning ceiling, Gabby could only moan out her recollection of what had just happened. It was a sign she was still conscious, and very much aware of how wonderful he had just made her feel. A few blinks, long lashes dropping, then fluttering up, and soon enough she found herself being picked up. Moved about as if she were a mere feather, the little brunette found herself settled upon his lap, once again. She was naked, still basking in the aftermath of her orgasm, and practically glowing. Not to mention, she had the most adorable expression of absolute disbelief written all across her face. "I..." He had just made her come in front of the entire club practically, and Gabby didn't give a single fuck. Now. She had long since thrown her decency right out the window, and she really couldn't see it returning to her any time soon.

"Klayton..." Oh, his name? Her brows furrowed, and she pursed her lips. Names were intimate. They were personal, and on an entirely new level. She never knew the names of her customers, and frankly, she never wanted to know. So, why would she make an exception for this man? She liked him...yes, and he had just practically eaten her out as if his life depended on it...but. Well, she was scared. Very scared. So scared to grow close to someone, especially in this scene. Nobody was genuine, they were all liars, cheats and walked with a hidden agenda. These weren't the people she wanted to spend time and effort on. She already provided herself with quite a heavy workload, and the last thing she wanted to add on top of that, was a personal vendetta towards anyone who had done her wrong, or would. It would make her weak, and she couldn't afford that.

Even if all the odds were stacked against her, she tipped her head up, and met his eyes. He was handsome...cute, sweet...and selfless. These were attributes that she had seen very rarely, and so, maybe he managed to touch something inside of her, that Gabby never knew to exist. Or, maybe she just felt completely vulnerable, and horribly small. After all, she was straddling his hips completely nude, shaking with the effects of her release, and wanting nothing more than to go somewhere private, away from all these lingering gazes. "I'm Gabby," she whispered to him, leaning in to hide her face against the side of his neck.