Ann: A Love Story Ch. 91

When Matt asked me later if she was the one, I still wasn't sure what he meant. But I knew whatever he meant, she was it. She was different from all the other dancers I'd been with. While the rest were good, taking off their clothes for men was a means to an end. It was their job. With Tiffany, I got the distinct impression that it was more than a vocation; there was a labor of love feel. She got off on it, making it feel like she'd do it for free.

She eventually came out from the door next to the stage wearing a flowing white cover up that covered up nothing. It was see-thru, showing off the tiny baby blue bikini she wore beneath, the top matching the g-string she had just worn on stage. She had put on a black choker around her neck and a pair of black high heels, strutting toward me with an air of confidence that made the other guys in my party take notice.

"Careful, Neil. She looks like she might eat you when she's done with you," Adam cracked.

Turing on the little stool to face her, I nodded. "I'll take that chance."

She approached, pushing my legs together so she could straddle my thighs. Putting her hands behind my neck, she leaned back and stared into my eyes. "So, you're up for another dance," she hissed.

"I never went down," I teased. "You saw to that on stage. I love how you used the pole, by the way. You're very graceful."

She started beaming. "THANK you! No one ever compliments me on my dancing."

"I find that hard to believe."

"Oh, they compliment me on parts of it... the parts that show off what they want to see. But I've never had anyone say it like you did and mean it like I know you do," she grinned as she stood up, pulling me with her.

Matt stood up with us, reaching into his pocket. Pulling out five new twenties, he handed them to her. "Take him to the VIP area, Tiffany," he said calmly. He followed that up by collected twenty more dollars from each of the other four guys, handing that over to her as well.

"What's this for? It's only a hundred for an hour," she said, confused why she suddenly had $180 in her hand.

"This is Neil's last dance before he gets married, Tiffany. That's to make it a memorable one."

"Aw, thanks," she said as she stuffed the money into her little clutch. "Just so you know, I was already going to do that for free...but this helps."

She led me away with another giggle, taking me to the back of the place and up a flight of stairs. At the top, there was a velvet rope guarded by a guy that looked like a lineman for a pro football team. He stood up as he heard us reach the landing, waiting for us to make it to the top. Tiffany had me stand next to her as she took her clutch and opened it.

"Is anyone up here, Eddie?" she asked quietly.

"Yeah...Raven has a guy in room two with her," he answered in a gruff voice.

"So room five is open?" she asked, rather bashfully.

"Of course it is, Tiff. You know very well it's open."

Biting the corner of her lip, she kind of swayed back and forth like a teenager. "Can I...use it again?"

"You know better. I...I already let you use it once tonight! That's it for favors this week. I'm not taking that chance again."

"Eddie, this is Neil. He's getting married on Saturday. This is his last time coming here. Say hi, Neil."

"Uh...Hi?" I said, not knowing what was going on and unsure if I really wanted to know.

Eddie put his hands on his hips, his massive biceps bulging inside the arms of his ridiculously tight t-shirt. "Hello, Neil. Congratulations," he said gruffly. "Tiffany, if I had a dollar for every time I heard one of you tell me it's a special occasion, I'd..."

"How about sixty?" she asked, pulling out three of the twenties she'd just been given by Matt downstairs.

"What?"

"No questions, no hassles, no interruptions. Sixty dollars for sixty minutes...what do you say?" she asked, batting her big, beautiful blue eyes at him.

"I say you're trying to get me fired," he groaned.

"C'mon, Eddie. It's going to be fine. Neil's not going to do anything stupid."

"And how do you know that?"

"You have my word," I offered, unsure of why that would make any difference to him. His job was to protect her in case some jerk got out of line; he only had her best interest at heart. Unlike the dancers, he didn't look at me as a prospective customer. He saw me as a potential threat to their safety. He had to.

Still, she pleaded, "Please, Eddie."

Finally caving, he took the bills from her hand and grabbed the hook on the rope, pulling it to the side to let us through. Handing the key to the room to her, he shook his head. "I hope I don't end up regretting this."

Standing on her toes, she kissed him on the cheek. "Thanks a million! You won't regret it. I promise I'll make it up to you," she said excitedly as she strutted down the dark hallway with me in tow. Slipping the key inside the lock, she opened the door.

"Yeah, I've heard that before," he chuckled.

"I will!" she called back before closing the door behind us as she flipped on the dim light.

The room was rather small, the corner floor lamp giving off a soft orange glow. It was more dark than light, but I knew that would change as my eyes adjusted. Even with that, I could tell there were almost no furnishings in the room. A big, soft brown overstuffed love seat was against the far wall along with a matching chair to the side. Other than a couple of small end tables, that was it.

She put her clutch on the table next to the chair and motioned for me to have a seat on the loveseat. She walked over to a panel next to the door, flipping a switch that turned on the speakers.

"The only bad thing about these rooms is I can't have my own music," she said as she made sure the door was locked. "We'll have to listen to whatever they're playing in the club, but we'll make the best of it, right Neil?"

"Uh...sure," I said as I settled into the couch, suddenly uncomfortable. "What was that all about with Eddie?"

"What do you mean?" she asked as she opened the front of her cover up, taking it off quickly and throwing it onto the chair.

"Why didn't he want you to use this room? Why would he get fired?"

"The security camera is broken. This room is supposed to be off limits because he can't check in on us to make sure I'm okay."

"Well why would you want..."

Sitting next to me on the couch, her finger pressed against my lips to quiet me. "We only have an hour, Neil. I can't change that part."

"I don't want you getting in trouble."

"Don't worry, I'm not going to get in trouble. And I'm not going to have sex with you. Well, actually, I don't know that yet," she giggled. "But I'm not going to fuck you, so relax."

"Ha...what are you talking about?"

"I'm just an exotic dancer, Neil. And in case you're wondering, no...I've never done this before. But I promised your friend I'd make this memorable and that's what I intend to do...for both of us."

Laying back into the cushions, I watched as she got up, standing in front of me with her legs spread wide. Reaching behind her back, she unhooked her top, quickly discarding it to the side.

"Dispensing with the stripping?" I smiled.

"I just stripped for you less than an hour ago, not to mention my show on stage. There's not much of a mystery left. Besides, I figured you wouldn't mind if we just cut to the chase so we can enjoy our time together."

"You make a good point."

"I thought you'd see it my way. Here are my rules. I lead, and you can follow. If I say no, I mean it. If you don't hear me say no, keep going," she winked.

"What's that mean?"

She walked over to me, bending at the waist as she slowly unbuttoned the front of my shirt, pulling the tail out from inside my pants. Running her hands along my bare chest, she got down on her knees between my legs, letting her heavy breasts drag along my thighs.

"It means that since this is going to be a little more personal, I'd rather you call me Sarah."

Raising my eyebrow, I felt my heart quicken. "Sarah?"

"That's who I am," she smiled as she moved up, licking along my skin of my abdomen on her way to my navel. Digging her tongue inside for a moment, she giggled as I slipped my hands back under my thighs to keep from doing anything with them, the 'don't touch the stripper' rule firmly engrained in my head. "You don't have to do that," she said softly.

"Do what?"

"Sit on your hands. I just told you, I'm not 'Tiffany' right now," she said, pulling my hands out from under my legs by my wrists and resting them on her shoulders. Continuing toward my left nipple, she first licked around it before sucking on it. I gripped her shoulders tightly, my head falling back from the erotic sensations. "That's better," she cooed as she felt my fingers digging into her skin slightly.

Sarah took her time, even though we didn't have that much. Of course, I really didn't know what she had in mind, other than her saying this was going to be personal and memorable. She kissed along my chest, going back and forth between my nipples as her hands roamed all over my thighs. She pressed her huge tits into my stomach, dragging them hard against my body.

Licking and kissing my neck and ears, she straddled me, slowly grinding her crotch against mine as if she were fucking me, her nipples moving across my body as if they were searching for mine. My hands moved from her shoulders to her ribs, her moans of approval making me feel bolder. When they drifted down to her ass, squeezing her taut skin, she squealed in delight.

My fingers played with the thin material of her g-string, pulling it tighter. "Oh GOD," she groaned as she felt the material tug at her pussy. At least, I assumed it did. She'd gotten up higher onto her knees, moving her breasts back and forth across my face, letting her nipples find my mouth so I could suck on them.

Letting my hands move inward, I gripped her ass tighter, pulling at her cheeks while still holding onto the microscopic thread of her little garment. One of my fingers brushed against her tight puckered hole and she arched her back, pulling her nipple from my mouth as she gasped.

My first instinct was to recoil; pulling my hand away thinking I'd accidentally gone too far. She reached back and grabbed my hands, putting them back where they'd been. "I told you, Neil, I'll tell you 'no' if I want you to stop. You just surprised me...that's all."

I batted my eyes bashfully. "Okay. But I...I didn't mean to do that."

"Hmm...that's too bad," she cooed. "I love having my ass played with!"

Feeling my finger slide further inside her crack at her urging, she sighed out loud, her voice shaking as she felt my hands knead her fleshy bottom. Moving her body, she put her tits back in harm's way, letting my mouth ravage her nipples, pulling and nibbling at them. Clamping down on her left areola, I sucked hard, flicking my tongue back and forth across her hardening bud.

When I'd done the same thing to her other nipple, she mumbled something about not being able to stand it any longer. She got off her knees, placing her stilettos firmly into the back of the cushions next to my hips as she stood. Using the wall for balance she started swaying her crotch in front of me in a hypnotic little figure eight. Each passing move brought her pelvis closer and closer to my nose, until she was finally brushing against it.

Her left hand crept down the wall, grabbing the back of my head to hold it in place. "I hope you don't mind, but I heard you telling your friend about how wet my g-string was when we were downstairs. I didn't have the heart to put on a new one."

Inhaling, I was almost knocked over by the aroma of her pussy, her arousal filling my nostrils. My hands rose up her calves, moving along the back of her legs toward her thighs. As they reached the bottom of her ass, she let go of my head and peered down between her heaving breasts, her brilliant blue eyes flashing wildly.

Reading her body language, my left hand moved around her body, lightly touching her skin as I reached for her pubic mound. She was biting the corner of her lip like she had downstairs, her eyes fixed as she breathed deeply. I slipped my middle finger underneath the fabric of her g-string near her left hip, running it down toward her mound, pulling it out slightly as I went. I glanced up, waiting for her to say no...to say anything.

Instead she sucked in her breath, holding it; begging me with her stare to do what I was threatening to do. Slowly stretching the material downward, I got my first glimpse of the soft, dark curls of her pubic mound, neatly trimmed into a diamond shape. The fabric stuck in her pussy from my yanking it hard from the other side of her body, but it finally let go with a little snap that made her moan.

Tugging the g-string to the side, I exposed her bare pussy, neatly shaved and dripping wet. Her outer labia were already splayed open, her hard clit popping into view. I never bothered to look at her eyes, unable to take mine off the prize in front of me. Instead, I inched closer, moving slow and deliberate as I raised my chin. Extending my tongue, I licked from the bottom of her wet slit to the top, slicing through her pussy in one quick motion.

She growled, her knees buckling a little as they pressed into the back of the couch. Teasing, I stopped to ask, "Is this what you had in mind, Sarah?"

"Oh...yes! PLEASE!" she nodded, her cute face showing signs of desperation.

Dipping my free middle finger into her pussy quickly, she gasped again, thinking I was about to fuck her with it. But when I pulled out and placed it against her ass, her blue eyes flashed again. "And this?" I asked.

"FUCK...YES," she barked as I slid the digit deep inside her ass in one fluid motion.

"I thought so," I laughed, before leaning in again to taste her sweet pussy.

It was hard to believe she was that turned on by just me. I suppose it had mostly to do with what she did for a living, and the kind of person she was sexually. She loved being a stripper. She...well, yes, she really got off on it. Having men drool over her body gave her a certain power. But it also made her juices flow in ways that most women wouldn't understand. The idea of showing her body and getting men hard was an aphrodisiac of sorts for her, unlike most of the women I'd ever watched in that trade. As much as men desired her, she longed to have the attention I was suddenly giving her. At least, that was my impression as I ate her pussy.

It didn't take that long, really. I didn't even have to work that hard, although I was trying to give Sarah her money's worth. Or Matt's money's worth, since he had actually paid her. Of course that was supposed to be for an extended lap dance for me. Instead, I found myself lapping her, which was fine by me. She tasted marvelous and it was an experience I was going to find memorable, which was what Matt had intended all along.

She was ready to explode the moment I pulled her sexy garment to the side so I could see her pussy. Reaming her ass as I twisted my finger had her dripping into my waiting mouth as I began to eat her. While I was giving her my best effort, I could have pretty much done anything and she would have started cumming. Still, it was nice that what I was doing to her body had her convulsing in just a couple of minutes.

"Oh God, Neil...I'm CUMMING!" she screamed out, her upper body leaning against the wall as she reached down to hold my head to her pussy.

I swallowed hard, but that didn't stop her juices from flowing down my chin and neck. The warm liquid felt incredible as it trickled down my skin. The whole experience seemed wrong in a way. The entire building was designed for dancing around the edges of raw sex, yet there I was, actually bringing a woman I'd just met to a thunderous orgasm, with a second one fast approaching. Sure, I'd met her under the premise that we'd both be sexual in a way. But we'd just performed an actual sexual act. A wicked sensation ran though my body, causing my cock to pulse against my thigh inside my pants.

After her second climax she collapsed, falling down onto my lap like a damp bath towel. She was perspiring, her breathing heavy and ragged as she gazed wide-eyed off into the distance. She started to recover a couple of minutes later, acting almost as if she were waking up from a deep sleep.

"God...I needed that," she said breathlessly as she roused herself, turning to look at me. "It's been way too long."

"Too long for what?" I asked, thinking I couldn't be hearing her right.

"Since a man did that to me," she smiled.

"Yeah, right," I laughed.

Sarah tilted her head, looking at the edge of the couch, unable to look me in the face. "I wish I were joking," she sighed.

"You're not?"

"My job kind of makes it hard to keep a boyfriend, Neil. I don't date guys that I dance for on principle. Anyone that I do date, I'm up front with from day one. I tell them exactly what I do for a living and that I love my job. Most back off at that point. The ones that say they can handle it never can. They always end up getting jealous and asking me to quit, which is silly, since they aren't supporting me. So, I end up going long periods of time without sex."

"That's a little hard to believe, Sarah," I said as I looked at her beautiful naked body.

"Not if you think about it objectively. Guys like the idea that I'm a stripper, because they think it's sexy. But when they date me, they get possessive and want me all to themselves. So I don't date much, which creates the problem where I get all turned on dancing and I have no outlet other than to take care of myself, which can get old. You were amazing...I haven't had a man eat me like that in a long, long time."

"You're more than welcome," I grinned as I ran my hand over my face, feeling the wetness she'd left behind.

"Time for me to thank you," she whispered, moving down off my lap, forcing my knees apart.

Settling between my legs, she looked up, batting her eyes seductively. She placed her mouth over the hard shaft trapped against my thigh and exhaled, her hot breath flowing through the thin material of my pants. I groaned as she repeated that move on each of my balls before slowly working back up my shaft. Yet she quickly became frustrated with how my cock was wedged in what she felt was the wrong direction.

Reaching for my belt buckle, she looked up to check my reaction. I smiled, thinking of how ridiculous it would have seemed if I'd told her not to. I had no doubt that while Ann had no reason to anticipate what Sarah was considering, she would have approved. After all, she approved whatever Matt had planned and this apparently was part of those plans. Okay, it was a stretch to think Matt planned for Sarah to open my belt and then the front of my pants. But I knew in my heart Ann would have not only blessed it, she probably would have set it up herself if she could have.

"I wonder if she did," I thought to myself as Sarah motioned for me to lift my hips so she could lower my pants down my legs. I knew that was a ridiculous notion, but at the same time, it was Ann. If I'd learned nothing else over the last several months, it was that anything was possible when it came to her. When Sarah moved my pants down to my ankles, trapping my feet together, I realized it didn't matter. It only mattered if she would think what Sarah was doing was okay or not.

In that brief moment, as Sarah reached her hands underneath my balls to grab the base of my cock, I thought about what Ann might be doing at that exact moment. I didn't know if we'd share the tales of our respective evenings, but I knew for sure that with Tina involved, she would no doubt have numerous orgasms during the night. Knowing that she was in the middle of harmless sexual fun and content in the thought that if she were sitting beside me instead, she would still have a smile on her face, likely encouraging Sarah to 'make it memorable', I found myself relaxing.