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Old 04-26-2012, 12:34 PM   #1
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Ian Feynman was a man living two lives. For virtually everyone that knew him, he was a family man that worked his ass off in what could only be called a high-pressure, demanding job. It paid well, no doubt, and the house he shared with his wife and two children - large, spacious, with multiple floors, and situated on a nice piece of land - along with the Bentley Mulsanne he drove was a testament to that. He seemed happy in his job, content in his marriage, and living the perfect suburban life.

The other Ian Feynman, the one that didn't show on the outside, was overwhelmed by the pressure of his job, frustrated at the lack of sex in his marriage, and badly lacking excitement in his life. Golf bored the living fuck out of him - a handicap was a bad thing, wasn't it? why the fuck was everyone so proud of theirs? - and while he enjoyed college baseball, especially when his alma mater Stanford was involved, it wasn't enough.

It all seemed to start when the kids came along. He loved them, immensely and unconditionally, but his wife had basically crossed her legs after giving birth to their last one two years ago, and since then he was lucky to get any every other month or so. He couldn't remember the last time her lips had been around his cock. The frustration mounted from there, spilling over into work, spilling over into everything.

He'd considered an affair, but the idea that she'd take the kids and half of everything didn't exactly thrill him. Perhaps a prostitute, but he knew that with the way things were going, he'd end up getting caught up in a police sting and lose more than half of everything. And so that was when he turned to a strip club off the highway he drove to work everyday. Traffic was a bitch, and more than once he'd sat in the parking lot they called a highway, staring at the unlit neon sign, looking so tawdry and desperate in the daylight, and wondered what might be hidden inside.

He couldn't remember the last time he set foot in a strip club, but it had to be early in his college career. It all seemed to be smoke and mirrors to him, girls flashing their tits and pasting an erotic expression on their face, but their eyes were dead as they did. They may as well be pushing buttons behind the counter of a McDonald's when you looked into their eyes. It turned him off, and he hadn't stepped into one since.

Of course, there was also the fact that he'd become wrapped up in school and baseball shortly after that, to the point that his free time was almost non-existent. He'd met his wife in that period too, and the remaining free time he had was lost in her. Everything came early to him at that point: They married twelve days after graduation, and he was hired on at his current employer three weeks after they got back from their honeymoon. He rose up the ladder quickly, they called him The Rainmaker because of his natural ability to lull clients into their comfort zone and then expertly extract a couple extra million from their pockets and then get them to thank him for doing so, and he was a Vice President by the time he was 26.

Now 29, it seemed like forever ago. He still looked young, all the men in his family aged well, and his daily workouts at the company gym kept him in good shape. He had dark eyes, a deep brown that seemed to give him a comforting look about him, which he used to his advantage with clients. His black hair was cut short and styled simply, and the tailored suits he wore hung from his body perfectly. His tailor was excellent, and he was paid like it.

Eventually, the frustration got the best of him and he went into the club. He was nervous about leaving his car outside, nervous that someone would recognize him inside, and after ten minutes of nursing a glass of Johnny Walker Black Label he was considering leaving, again finding himself turned off by the dead eyes staring at him from the stage.

Until, that was, he saw her.

He tossed back the last of his drink and set the glass down, reaching for the dark suit jacket he'd taken off when he sat down when she walked out on the stage, and he froze. She was... exquisite. Perfection. She was made-up, no doubt about it, but he could tell that there was something under there that was different from the rest. He watched her dance, enthralled, ordering another drink without even looking at the waitress that approached him, and it sat untouched on his table until she was off the stage.

Since then, he'd spent at least a few thousand dollars on her, on lap dances, tips after lap dances, time in the Champagne Room... if there was a way to get closer to her, he was going to do it. They eventually talked, to the point that she even told him her real name, and he would make special trips after work, telling his wife he had to work late, so he could buy up every minute of time she had, and spend it with her body against him. She teased him mercilessly, discovered ways to make him harder with a shift of her hips or a sway of her breasts, and he would whisper in her ear all the things he wanted to do to her. He knew he turned her on, and she obviously knew she could whip him into a frenzy in no time. But, they'd never done anything beyond what was permitted by the club. The frustration was beginning to mount again.

And then, his chance came. His wife was going out of town, taking the kids with her, the lot of them going to Nebraska to visit her mom and dad for a couple weeks. Or maybe to California to visit her sister? He didn't truly give a fuck, the important thing was that she was going to be gone. It was his chance, if he could only talk her into taking it with him.

He left work early, arrived at the club in what had to be record time, and wasted no time stepping out of the car and making his way inside. At 6'2", he was easily four inches taller than the bouncer he'd become familiar with by now, but the guy still had a hundred pounds or more on him. Scanning the room quickly, he didn't see her and assumed she was still in the back, prepping her body to be desired by a room full of men. But tonight, one of them was taking her home.

He walked to the bar, ordering his usual Johnny Walker Black to fulfill the club's one drink minimum, and then moved to a table in his usual section. Pushing his sunglasses up on his head, he sipped his drink slowly and stared somewhat absently at a fairly short and large-breasted woman on stage, uninterested in the well-maintained naked body she flaunted. He was, as usual, here for only one woman.
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Chloe Jovani had always been a good, Catholic girl. She went to a private Catholic school her entire life, never drank, never did drugs, didn't even date until she was 18 years old. So here she was, 19, dancing in a shady strip club on the side of the highway? It didn't exactly compute, but there were reasons.

Chloe had simultaneously obeyed and hated every rule that her parents laid out for her as a young girl. She was too frightened to do anything they forbade, mostly due to the fact that they threatened hell as punishment. Her first brush with sexuality had been in her sophomore year of high school, at a party that her parents had finally let her go to. It was just a group of girls from her school and boys from a brother Catholic school. All of these kids, however, were far more socialized than Chloe had ever been. A boy whose name she didn't even remember had propositioned her for 7 Minutes in Heaven. Not wanting to seem like a prude freak, Chloe obliged and joined him in the closet. 7 minutes later, he was rock hard and Chloe had discovered a new talent.

Things only progressed from there. She began to hike her skirt up a bit after she left the house, unbutton a few buttons on her uniform blouse, wear contraband heels with her outfits instead of the plain black Mary Janes that her parents provided for her. By the time Chloe had graduated, she was a regular vixen. Then she promptly moved away. It had been a year now, and Chloe missed her parents, yes, but she finally felt free to do the things she wanted to do. She had matured into quite the young woman, and men definitely took notice when she arrived in a new town, a few miles out from Los Angeles. She had been told (by the media, by her peers, even by her parents) that L.A. was the city of sex, drugs and rock n' roll. This was where Chloe wanted to be.

Now she found herself sitting in a dark dressing room in the back of Whispers, the club that she danced at exclusively. She was a hot commodity here, hence the fact that her dressing room was the largest and most luxuriously furnished. Glancing at her reflection in the mirror, Chloe put the final touches on her make-up, which basically consisted of natural colors and a deep red lipstick. She was excited tonight, because she had a feeling she was going to get a chance to see her favorite customer. His name was Ian, and he was a young business executive with a taste for her. They had been "seeing" each other for months now, Ian buying up all the lap dances and private room encounters that he could. He monopolized her time, and she loved it. When she was forced to grind her firm ass against the laps of other men, she felt dirty and cheap. Chloe had never questioned her desire to dance for people before. She knew that this was who she was now: an overtly sexual, young woman in her prime. But Ian made her feel differently. Before him, she had never found herself aroused by her exchanges with the men she serviced here at Whispers. Now, however, she spent most of her post-Ian recovery time furiously masturbating here in her dressing room, calling out his name when she finally climaxed.

Sighing, though a smile still played upon her lips, Chloe adjusted her long, dark curls to fall just so over her shoulders. Ian was a married man, and club rules dictated that no sexual conduct could occur in the private rooms, like the Champagne Room that Ian adored so much. The tall, imposing owner of Whispers made it very clear to clients that this was "NOT a brothel" and that he wouldn't go under for their misunderstanding of the rules here. So Ian could pay Chloe all the money he wanted, but his dick had to stay in his pants as long as they were on club property.

Standing now from the chair where she perched, Chloe clicked over to the full-length mirror in her black stilettos. She was dressed in a hot little cop uniform tonight, complete with a verrry short blue skirt and a blue crop top with a badge on one side and a nametag that said Ruby Starr. That was the name they had given her when she came knocking on the door looking for employment. Ian knew her real name, though, which was definitely breaking some sort of rule. She couldn't help herself, and she had cracked one night while she perched on his lap, his lips growling into her ear. She had blurted it out when he asked and he had smiled in that way of his, and she knew she didn't regret telling him. When they were alone, in the back, he called her Chloe. Chloe was the girl he wanted, the girl he called beautiful and sexy and tantalizing.

Putting on her cute little cop hat to complete her slutty ensemble, Chloe did a final spin. She knew Ian liked this one, he had told her before. Despite the fact that she was serving many, she only had eyes for him. She would manipulate her body into his favorite positions, sway in the way he liked, let him be the one to catch her hat, and generally play up the side of the stage that he was sitting in front of more than the other side. For the past few months, Chloe had been dancing for him, and him alone, regardless of what everyone else thought.

She pushed past the door of her dressing room now and ended up right backstage, on the side that she was to enter from. Lolita was out there now, completely naked as she was nearing the end of her set, and Chloe could see that the crowd was getting restless. Lolita was cute, and her body was nice, but she was a newbie and as such, didn't really know what she was doing. Before long, her music ended and the girl strutted off stage in the other direction, a bit defeated. A hard beat began to play and Chloe took a moment to adjust her hair and her outfit. Then her cue came, and before long she was out on center stage, one hand on her hip while she twirled a police baton in the other. She let her eyes travel across the crowd, making eye contact with several of the people she didn't recognize, to make them feel more comfortable. That was the way she got her repeat customers: it was all about familiarity. Then she spotted Ian, looking suave as ever in his suit. She guessed he was fresh from work and she couldn't help but flash a sultry smile in his direction. It was him she wanted.
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He didn't recognize the song she danced to, and didn't much care to, but when the DJ told them to give "Lolita" a round of applause, his interest in what was happening on the stage before him returned full force. A new song started up, and Ian's eyes narrowed slightly, almost as if he was willing the DJ to say her name. He had no desire to sit through another woman he could care less about, a "Daisey" or "Bambi" or whatever other random dancer he had to wait through until she was on stage.

Ladies and gentlemen, give a warm Whispers welcome to the ravishing Ruby Starr!

His eyes locked on her the moment she stepped on the stage, and they didn't waiver for a moment. She looked around the room, making eye contact with other men, and ordinarily he might be jealous when a woman he wanted was about to be naked before a room full of men that were thinking of little more than fucking her, but somehow he wasn't. Maybe it was the fact of the amount of money and time he'd spent with her, and her alone. Maybe it was fact that they knew her as the stripper Ruby Starr, and he knew her as the sensual and disarmingly funny Chloe. Discovering the sense of humor of a stripper was probably not a common occurrence but the more time you spent with someone, even when she was mercilessly teasing your cock through your slacks with her firm and shapely body, the more of them began to show through.

He was careful, though. He'd never call her by her name anywhere except in a private room, and even then only with a whisper in her ear. He'd told her countless time of the ways he dreamed of fucking her, and she would whisper in his ear that she'd be thinking about him later. Call him naive, but he believed every word of it. And after the kids were in bed, after his wife was asleep, he'd be in the downstairs bathroom, stroking his cock and thinking of Chloe, thinking of the way it would feel as she sank her pussy down onto him, as her amazing hips moved against him... He would cum while leaning into the shower stall in the bathroom, thick ropes of cum hitting the shower wall, splashing on the floor of the shower, and he would imagine her body under him in that moment, imagine his white cum on her smooth skin. He'd turn on the shower, wash away any outward evidence of his desire for Chloe, and go up to bed, slightly less frustrated with his life than he'd been when he woke up in the morning. It had almost become a ritual for him.

Tonight, he hoped to change that.

He watched her intently, waiting for the moment her gaze would make it's way to him. His hand reached out slowly, lifting his glass to his lips, and he drank absently. Every shred of his attention was focused on her, drinking in each and every inch of exposed skin, watching closely as the body he knew so well, despite his lack of "hands-on" experience with it, was exposed to his eyes. The eyes of others, as well, sure, but in his mind it was for his eyes alone. He'd let them look, happily, because he knew when she came off that stage, she'd be walking to his table, leading him back to a private room, and then she'd be dancing for him and him alone. It was the best routine in his life right now.

He had news, though, and a suggestion to go along with it, and his body was on edge as she danced, finding for the first time since he'd seen her that he was anxious for her to be off stage. He felt like someone that heard big news on the way into work and had to let the whole office know. He wanted to stand up and shout it out to her, My wife is gone, Chloe, she's out of town, and I want nothing more than to fuck you tonight! but, of course, he didn't. Despite his excitement, it would be better later, whispered in her ear as her round and perfect ass moved against him.

And so, he watched her, absently drinking his Johnny Walker Black occasionally, his eyes only leaving hers to freely and openly roam the flawless body she gradually exposed to him... for him... and he waited, a slight grin playing on his lips the entire time. He was curious if she could tell from the stage that he was anxious. Even if she could, perhaps she would think it was just the normal excitement he had whenever he was afforded the chance to see her, to be alone with her, to have her touch him. But his body felt like it was vibrating with the energy coursing through his veins. The anticipation, the possible fulfilling of months of teasing touches and whispers... every second she was on that stage, naked for his hungry eyes, was sweet agony.
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Chloe commanded the attention of all the people in the room as she took the stage, beginning her well-choreographed routine as the music began to speed up. She had done this one before, so she knew it backwards and forwards. It didn't require much attention from her, and she let her mind wander to what she would do for Ian in the back room later. It had become incredibly hard to be alone in a room with him without ripping his clothes off and sinking to the floor to wrap her lips around his cock. She knew how big he was, though: it was difficult for him to hide his size when he hardened for her, his cock pressing against his suddenly-tight slacks. She played with it a lot, teasing him as she ran her fingertips across his length. She sometimes lowered her mouth to the fabric, biting gently on his covered cock. He loved the teasing, but she knew he left here frustrated and aching to slide his cock between her sweet pussy lips.

Chloe resumed her focus, catching Ian's eye as she twirled to his side of the stage. By now, she had her hat in her hand and she tossed it in his direction, giving him a wink before turning on her heels to play up the people to his right. She knew he could use more attention than that, but the fact of the matter was that she had other clients to please too. She couldn't lose her job, even if it meant spending time in front of people who lacked the sexual appeal that Ian dripped with. Slowly, swaying her hips to the beat of her music, Chloe undid the buttons on her tiny cop jacket/shirt. This revealed a tight dark blue bikini top to the men in front of her, to the sound of catcalls and whistles. Then she threw the shirt to the ground. Her next move was to wiggle her way out of her skirt, revealing a matching bikini bottom. Once again, however, her mind was on Ian.

For the next few minutes, Chloe danced her way across the stage and removed the rest of her clothing, until she was nude on stage for all the men to drink in with their eyes. Her breasts, 36C and shapely despite the fact that they were the only all-natural set in the whole club, sat free and perky on her chest. Her small, pink nipples were hard and erect and she brought her hands up to press her breasts together as she moved her hips in slow circles to the end of the song. Her pussy was bare, shaven absolutely smooth. She knew that anyone who got close would see that her lips were glistening with her wetness, although no one would know that her arousal stemmed from her desire to fuck the client sitting in the front on the right.

Finally, her song coming to an end, she blew a few kisses and skipped off stage to the sound of raucous applause. All she could think of now was Ian. She was in her dressing room in moments, prepping for her strut out to Ian's table. It was their routine now, and many of the dancers scanned the room for potential buyers of private shows. Chloe, however, knew who she was headed for. She put on another of Ian's favorite outfits of hers: tight lingerie, black and lacy. The panties were a sexy thong, and her tight ass was covered by a simple black skirt, something that barely covered her crotch. Her hair and make-up were still intact, and she smiled at her reflection. Her favorite part of the evening was about to begin.

Leaving her dressing room, Chloe waved to a few clients that she had serviced in the past, then zeroed in on Ian. He was facing away from her, talking to another guy that she had seen around here occasionally. They weren't sitting together, so she knew she would still have Ian all to herself. Heading to his table, she put one manicured hand down on the surface, cocking her hip to one side. "Hey there, darling...." She smiled widely as he turned toward her, pearly whites glistening down at him. She swiveled and perched herself on his lap playfully, wrapping an arm around the back of his neck. "How about a little time in the back with me?" She knew Ian would agree. She could already see the wad of cash that he had set out on the table. She didn't even want the money anymore, though she knew the club owner did. Chloe would dance for him for free if she could.
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He felt himself grow partially hard from simply watching her, and it wasn't remotely the first time. In fact, the times he didn't feel his cock stirring to life while she danced on stage were vastly more rare than the times it did, and with his mind on where the night may lead there was no chance of it not happening today.

He openly, hungrily drank in her body with his eyes, following her every move until she disappeared off the stage. Another dancer replaced her a few moments later, though he cared neither about her name nor her body. A man at the table next to him, semi-familiar from Ian's frequent visits to the Whisper, leaned over and asked in a conspiratorial tone if he thought Ruby Starr's tits were real. Ian chuckled at the man's question, swirling the last bit of his whiskey in the cheap bar glass as he nodded in reply, affirming that they were indeed entirely real.

Chloe approached then, and the moment he saw the hand on his table he knew it was her. Smiling, he his gaze moved up her arm until he was looking up at her, outright grinning now, and he nodded at her question, tossing back the last of his drink before rising from his seat. With a final glance at the man he was talking to, still grinning, he shrugged and then offered his elbow to Chloe, leaving him with a simple, "I guess you'll just have to take my word for it."

With that, they were off, weaving around the tables in the club as a girl danced on stage only a few feet from them. Her hair could've been on fire right there and it is unlikely Ian would've noticed with Chloe next to him now. They waited to really say anything as they walked, the music at such a volume that they'd virtually have to yell to be heard even at the close distance they were at while walking together, and he was grateful when they left the main room behind and the volume dropped some. It was still somewhat loud, the club wanted music everywhere for the girls to dance to of course, but the rest of the place didn't have quite the decibels, making it a little easier to hear the thoughts inside your own head.

A bouncer waited outside the Champagne Room, opening the door for them as they approached, and he passed the man with a silent nod, sighing quietly as the door was closed and they were finally, blissfully, alone. He moved to his usual spot, in the center of a long couch along one wall, and grinned at her, unable to contain it any longer.

"Come here," he said, holding a hand out to her, "I've got a surprise for you..."
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Chloe watched Ian head straight for his favorite couch on the back wall of the room with a smile on her face. She bit her lip as he sat down, spreading his arms out to rest on the back of the couch. He was a gorgeous specimen, whether he truly saw it or not, and his tall, strong frame was the silhouette she saw in her most distant dreams. Strutting slowly toward him, she stopped when she was planted in front of his seated form, hands on both of her hips. She promptly turned around and bent at the knees to rub her ass against his thigh before settling in, her legs resting across his lap. As she leaned in, resting an arm on his shoulder, she ran a finger down his chest. "A surprise? For lil' ol' me?"

She chuckled now, twisting her body so that she was straddling Ian now, one knee on either side of his legs. She knew that he wouldn't be able to resist touching her from this position, and she would let him. Most likely, he would rest his hands on her hips and grip her there, moaning and whispering in her ear as she ground her crotch down onto his. But she was curious. What surprise could he possibly have for her? She knew that he would never break the rules and ask her to fuck him, right here in the Champagne Room. But perhaps it was something else... something better? She mock-pouted, running her finger up his neck now to play with his ear a bit. "Please tell me..."
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"Mm.. you, and you alone," he said, his eyes moving up her body, over the curve of her hips and the swell of her breasts as she straddled him. He was almost instantly hard against her, his cock straining against the fabric of his slacks, a reaction she had caused in him so many times before. His hands slid to her hips, conforming to her shape as he had so many times before now.

His heart was pounding suddenly, as he realized he was approaching the moment of no return. Up until this point, despite his desire for her, he could've simply never come back, and she would've only known him as Ian, a guy who always showed up in a suit and didn't seem to have any issues paying whatever it took to spend time with her. But after this, she would see his car, and his house, and he would take her in his bed. With his eyes on her face, he knew with her false pout that he would fuck her in every room of his house if that's what she wanted. The frustration, the need for release, his utter and overwhelming desire to have her, it all bubbled up inside him suddenly.

Leaning forward slightly, his hands on her hips pulling her tighter against him, grinding her a little against his stiff cock, he brought his face close to hers, their cheeks brushing lightly. His voice was low, a whisper just loud enough to be heard over the music that pounded it's way through the thin walls around them.

"My wife is out of town, Chloe," he said, "And tonight, I want to take you back to my house. I want to tear your clothes off, and I want to fuck you in every way I've dreamed of since the moment I first saw you."
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Chloe giggled and ground down harder when Ian grabbed her hips, eager to hear his news. He certainly seemed excited to share it with her, so she knew it had to be something good. As she purred softly, smiling at him, eyes locked on his, he leaned in. A shiver ran up her spine when his cheek brushed against hers and she felt her pussy dampening the crotch of her panties. God, he turned her on.

At his words, Chloe froze. She hadn't expected to hear news like that and she pulled away to catch his gaze again, to be sure he wasn't fucking with her. She was floored, all grinding and gyrating coming to a halt. Slender fingertips ran along his jawline. "Really? She's...she's not around?"

Chloe gave a quick glance behind her, afraid that the big bouncer might have heard. Technically, dancers at Whispers weren't supposed to get involved with their clients. It sullied the pool of business, really, and often resulted in the swift removal of the offending dancer from the club's roster. When she was sure no one was about to barge in, she turned back around to see a huge smile on Ian's face. He was dead serious. He wanted her. Clearing her throat nervously, Chloe's cheeks flushed red. She had never felt this electrified while sitting in this back room, her ears growing hot. Could she go through with it?

Dropping her tone down to a gentle whisper, Chloe pressed her torso against Ian's to whisper into his ear once more. "Is it safe? Sure she won't surprise you by coming home tonight?" Chloe wanted this more than anything but she knew she needed to be careful. The last thing she needed was an angry wife, coming to Whispers to get Chloe fired or shut the whole establishment down.
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He sat back, watching her reaction carefully. He was confident she wanted him, they'd spent enough time together whispering and teasing and flirting that he they would've fucked in this very room long ago if it weren't against the rules. But this was, somehow, a bigger step than that. She had to know it was a big risk for him to take, even with him being sure his wife was out of town. There were still neighbors, there was still the possibility that she accidentally left behind an earring or a bracelet or something like that and it was found by his wife. And for her, there was the simple fact that she'd be going home with a client, despite how much time they'd spent together. He was confident, yes, but there was still a bit of him, that annoying fuck of a voice in the back of his head that kept trying to give him doubt over her reaction.

He smiled against the touch of her fingertips on his jawline and watched as she glanced nervously over her shoulder, reminding them both of why they spoke in whispers. Ironically. When she turned back to him he noticed the redness in her cheeks despite the makeup she wore, and he he couldn't help but to grin at her. As she leaned forward, his hands slid from her hips up her sides, and then to her back, hyper-aware of her breasts against his chest as she whispered.

Ian shook his head slightly, and a slight grin still curved the corners of his mouth as he said, "Positive. I dropped her off at the airport myself." He pressed his hands more firmly against her back, palms flat against her, pulling his body closer to his as he whispered, "I'll call off work. We'll stay in. Eat when we're hungry. Sleep when we're tired. Fuck whenever, wherever, however we want. You don't need to pack anything," he whispered, grinning more broadly, "Because I wouldn't want you wearing anything anyway." He pulled back from her, looking up into her face, his eyes finding hers, brows arching.

"Come with me."
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Chloe bit her lip hard as Ian pulled her in, making sweet promises that sounded far too good to be true. As a rule to herself, Chloe had refrained from any sort of romantic relationship when she began working at Whispers. She didn't want to have to explain to any boyfriend what her job was or why she wanted to do it. It was a part of her internal makeup, this sexuality, and she fully intended to keep at it. She knew that most guys would be absolutely opposed to their girlfriend dancing nude for other, random men. She knew that she couldn't handle keeping a secret like this from anyone she was intimate with, also. So she simply stood back and let her friends date, while she spent her nights all high-energy on a stage. She knew that this thing with Ian, whatever this was, would be more than just sex. She could randomly fuck any of these guys here, and she knew most of them would jump at the chance. It was the image she portrayed that they all loved. But Ian.... Ian wanted the person she really was. That made whatever they were about to do that much stronger.

"I.... I want to..." Chloe was still on the edge, not quite sure if this was right. She couldn't keep her thoughts on the decision at hand, instead letting them stray to all the fantasies she'd had about the day she finally got to fuck Ian. Glancing up into his eyes, she saw all the excitement and passion he had for her in them. Really, he would be doing her a favor. She hadn't been fucked in forever... not fucked well, anyway. She had been pining after him for so long. All signs pointed to this being one of the best decisions she could make. Mustering up some courage, she nodded slowly, pressing her lips to his ear as she murmured. "Yes. Yes, I'll do it. I actually get off in ten minutes, and I can take the next few days off, and... this is between you and me? Our little secret?"

Chloe pulled back, her heart pounding in her chest now. She wanted this, and he wanted this, and now it was finally going to happen. She realized suddenly how excited she was, how much pent-up sexual energy she had stored for Ian. Leaning in, she ran her hand up his chest, then impulsively pressed her lips to his. They had never kissed, ever and she couldn't believe it was happening now. Breathing in his scent as she let her lips move over his, she felt her body swell against his. She pressed harder to his body, letting him fully feel her before they made their escape together. She had been half-heartedly hoping that this kiss would send her back out into the club, that the two of them would have no spark. But being this intimate with him, feeling him against her like this... she knew it was what she wanted.
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He'd said what he could, and now he simply waited, watching her closely, his heart pounding in his chest. He could say more to try to convince her, or try to reassure her, or try to pressure her, but in the end he knew there was nothing more he was going to say or do that could convince her now if the last few months hadn't already done it. If it was going to happen, this was their opportunity. If she said yes, then it was unimaginable how amazing the next few days could be. He thought he might actually feel fulfilled for some short period in his life, his frustration momentarily lost in the amazingness that straddled him now. If not... he'd cross that bridge if he came to.

Ian's eyes still watched her intently, studying her face, a face he knew so well despite the fact that she was here to show off her body, and he couldn't help but to smile when her eyes lifted and met his own. The thudding of his heart increased, but somehow felt lighter as it did, as if it was being lifted up by some inner hope. He liked what he saw in those eyes - always, of course, they were never lifeless like the other girls' when she was with him, but especially now - because they said yes, when her lips hadn't yet. He thought he could read her pretty well by now, and whatever doubts had been trying to bloom in his head were pulled out by the roots when their eyes met again. She would be his.

A slow grin started to spread across his lips when she nodded and leaned forward, and it spread quickly into a full-fledged, broad grin when she whispered in his ear. He nodded at her question, nodded enthusiastically, and whispered back to her, "Oh yes, Chloe... our secret. They can look at you all they want, but I get to have you. I'm not sharing that knowledge with another soul."

His eyes lifted up to hers again as she pulled back, and he was caught off guard when she leaned in suddenly and kissed him. He moaned quietly into the kiss, his tongue brushing across her full lips, tasting her lightly, and his hands pulled her body tight against his, wishing desperately he could poof them to his bed in this moment so he would not have to actually see other people after a kiss like this. It wasn't the way she made him hard, she'd had his cock throbbing for months on end now after time spent in this room, and it wasn't that he had to deal with anyone else on his way out, but it was simply that he had her now, he knew he had her, and he didn't want to lose a single fraction of a second of time they could be spending together, as Chloe and Ian instead of Ruby Starr and Customer.

When the kiss broke, his eyes opened and looked up to her, and he realized his breathing was a bit ragged. With a hint of a grin, he mused to himself that they might break furniture tonight if this was what a kiss from her was like. His voice was a breathless whisper as he looked at her, his eyes intent on her own.

"I'm going to go to my car. It's a silver Bentley, on the far left side of the lot. I've got tinted windows, so once you're in there no one will see you leaving with me. Meet me there... as soon as possible," he grinned at her openly now, "If not sooner."
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As Chloe pulled away from Ian, breaking the kiss, she felt lightheaded. No man had ever kissed her like that, and she was sure that her feelings had something to do with the way they had been teasing each other for months now. All that pent-up sexual energy needed to be let out, and it needed to be let out very very soon. She hoped that Ian didn't live far from the club, because she was eager to get to everything he had underneath his clothes.

Slowly slipping off of his lap, Chloe squeezed his bicep hard before turning to exit the room. The dancers generally left first, so the bouncer would think nothing of her coming out before Ian. Besides, this way was easier. She was keen on making sure that no one suspected a single thing when she walked out of the club tonight. Turning to glance back at Ian, she smiled widely at him. "Five minutes. Just give me five minutes." Then she left, the door closing behind her. She gave the bouncer a nod and he smiled at her. She was his favorite, she knew that.

"Where are you off to?" His voice was booming, intimidating to most, but Chloe merely winked at him. "I'm getting out of this joint... gotta get beauty rest for next week, right?" She giggled and didn't wait for him to inquire any further, taking the back way to the dressing rooms. She practically sprinted once she was out of sight, pushing through the door to her dressing room to gather up the sundress she had come to work in and her purse. She quickly pulled it over her head and then looked at herself in the mirror. A normal girl. That's what she looked like in this. It was white and short, flowy around her hips and tight at the waist. It was strapless and her cleavage looked pretty good in it, so it would do. She was surprised by how nervous she was when it came to Ian... it was like she longed to impress him most.

When she was ready, she headed out the back door of the club, picking up her envelope of cash from some hanging baskets in the club owner's office. The pay was great here, for obvious reasons. Chloe artfully avoided her boss, knowing he would want to talk about her schedule for next week if he caught her. Once she was out in the cool summer air, Chloe knew she was homefree. She glanced around and caught sight of the car in question, Ian's silver Bentley. It was big, and gorgeous, and she felt her heart skip a beat. He really was suuuch an amazing man. He could have any woman, with all the money he had to throw around. How could anyone like him want a girl like her?

Chloe unstrapped her heels and removed them, reducing her to a much shorter stature (which she hoped wouldn't turn Ian off). Then she grabbed them in one hand and half-jogged, half-speedwalked over to Ian's car. She was too eager now. When she pulled open the passenger's side door, she bent down to glance in first. Seeing Ian's gorgeous smile, eyes trained on her, she slid in and pulled the door shut, then breathed out for the first time in ten minutes. "Okay... I've made it... no one saw me. I think you and I are.... good...." She turned toward him in her seat, nervous again. She had never done this before. What if Ian didn't like the way she fucked? What if he hated the way she went down on him? What if he simply got her to his house and then decided he didn't want her anymore? A million horrible thoughts ran through Chloe's mind and she tried to shake them away, focusing on settling into the car.
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He couldn't help but to grin at her when the kiss broke, nodding as she asked for only five minutes. He watched her leave the room, his eyes freely and openly on her body again, and he waited somewhere in the neighborhood of six thousand years - or about three minutes, he was so drunk with desire he didn't at all trust his sense of time at this point - before he left the room himself, nodding to the large bouncer waiting outside as he did.

He didn't hesitate in leaving, his bar tab thankfully paid for with part of the money he'd left on the table when Chloe came to him. Ian moved around the same tables he had maneuvered around only minutes before with Chloe on his arm, catching nod in his direction from the man he'd spoken to earlier, something he interpreted as a weird cross-room high five because he'd be in a room alone with Chloe - Ruby Starr to him - but he ignored it and was back out in the fresh air seconds later. He breathed deeply, happy to be filling his lungs with air that wasn't stale and dry, his feet carrying him towards his car the entire time. He felt like a bank robber running for the getaway car, Chloe the loot he was stealing right out from under all the people inside the unimpressive neon-lined building he'd just walked out of. It seemed impossible that he was the only one that recognized the inherent differences in her than from every other girl working in there, and yet he'd had virtually no competition for Chloe. Ruby Starr, sure, there was competition for her time initially because she was undoubtedly sexy and no man in the place was dumb enough to pass up the chance for a lap dance from her if they had the money. But when it came to Chloe, what he thought with some small amount of amusement at his own cleverness as the Bruce Wayne to her Batman, it had only been him. It was like he'd been able to pierce some veil that the others didn't know, or care, existed.

Fuck 'em. Their loss.

He was at his car, searching for the key to unlock it (there was no goddamned way he was leaving a fucking Bentley unlocked outside of a strip club), and his fumbling fingers dropped the keys. It was like a scene out of a fucking horror movie! Shaking his head and laughing out loud at his own nervously anxious energy, he took another deep breath to calm himself, bent and picked up his keys, and found the one he was searching for with little trouble this time.

He was in the car a moment later, the engine running as he waited for her. He fiddled with the radio absently, his eyes continually scanning the parking lot looking for her, risking only a moment to glance at the clock and see how long it had been (twelve seconds? four minutes? four score and seven years? he had no idea what time it was she they left the Champagne Room, and forgot the time almost instantly when he looked away from the clock now) before his eyes went to scanning again. He found her right as she appeared to get shorter, and he laughed out loud despite being alone in the car, the movement almost like she was stepping down off a pedestal to come with him, and somehow it only endeared her to him more. He watched her, so flawless and sexy even in a sundress and bare feet (fuck even, he thought, she might be more sexy this way), and couldn't keep the grin off his face as her pace quickened, reminding him of the way people would try to hurry down the hallway in school without breaking the "no running" rule. Not for the first time, he imagined her getting in, them putting the car in gear, driving until it ran out of gas, and living out the rest of their lives wherever the hell that happened to be. The idea was so appealing, he knew he wouldn't be able to help but do it if she, by some strange miracle, suggested it herself. Fuck the money, his wife could have 3/4ths of it for all he cared. Give him and Chloe enough to live off of, and in this moment he knew he'd happily relocate to Bumfuck, Montana if she wanted. She probably would look devastatingly sexy in a long winter coat.

He smiled broadly as she arrived at the car, checking through the open door to make sure she'd found the correct idling silver Bentley, and then she slid into the passenger seat and closed the door. The moment he heard it shut, his heart jumped in his chest. They'd done it. She was here, his, with him, and they were leaving. In the safety of the tinted windows, he let the car idle for a moment and simply watched her, finding himself more drawn to her in her "street" clothes than he'd been when she was specifically dressed erotically. She could do some real damage in his head, he thought.

He grinned at her words, and nodded happily, "I think we are very good indeed." He shifted the car into drive, tore his eyes away from her with some considerable effort, and the car moved smoothly out of the parking lot. He had no idea what station he'd ended up on in his absent flipping, but he heard someone singing

...I know who I want to take me home
Take me home...


and he couldn't helped but to chuckle at how absurdly appropriate it seemed. Well done, radio station, he thought with a smile, Well done indeed.

They were on the highway in moments, the on ramp convenient to the club as advertised on their sign, and soon they were flying through the sparse traffic, the needle on the speedometer inching closer towards 80. They rode in silence for a moment and he glanced at her in the seat next to him, a dangerous action because every look at her made it that much harder to pay attention to the road they seemed to sail over, and he reached out to her, taking her hand in his in a gesture he'd never risk in the club. But this wasn't the club. And she wasn't Ruby Starr. And he wasn't a customer. And they were together.
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Chloe could see the way that Ian was looking at her... as if he was even more delighted to see her like this. She was nervous, still, especially when she took into consideration that she hadn't been with a man in a looong time. She was young, too. Ian was ten years her senior (not that she cared at all), but what if she couldn't please him? What if she just didn't have the experience to make him feel as good as she was sure he would make her feel? Self-deprecating thoughts aside, she was happy about one thing: she was finally alone with him. As more than just an exotic dancer and her client. They were together as... what? Forbidden lovers? It all felt deliciously naughty and erotic to her.

She heard soft music coming from the radio and glanced down, fighting the urge to chuckle. It was as if someone was watching them, and knew exactly what was happening. Of course, that was impossible. Before she knew it, Ian was reaching to take her hand, in a romantic way that she didn't expect. He was being... incredibly sweet. She wasn't surprised by this, as Ian had never been anything but good to her. But this felt different. So unlike the atmosphere of Whispers, and infinitely better. She let him intertwine his fingers with hers, turning to smile at him. It was a warm smile, genuine, one that she never gave clients. A smile that had become almost exclusively reserved for Ian when she caught a glimpse of him from the stage as she danced. A smile that he drew out of her with each whisper or touch of his hand to her bare flesh. She was beginning to associate this exact feeling, this balance of happy chemicals in her brain, with Ian. His wife was a lucky, lucky woman, who apparently had no idea.

Crossing her legs in the passenger seat, Chloe turned her body to face Ian's. She leaned against the back of the seat, one hand in his, just watching him. "Is it far? Your house?" It was the first time either of them had spoken in a few minutes. Chloe was eager now... eager to show him just what she had to offer, and eager to feel him give in to all the desires he had been entertaining for months now.
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He smiled as his fingers slipped between hers, and her hand felt so right in his. The more he had her like this, fully as her, without the danger of a bouncer or club owner to come along and ruin everything, the harder it was to imagine not having her like this. And it had only been a few minutes. He wondered, for the first time, if it would be possible to see her again in the club and go back to walking the customer line, as he'd done. He was right on the edge of it as he was, and that was before he even had a taste of her outside of there.

But, no matter now. Worries like that were for another time. His mind always had a habit of running in forty different places at once, part of what made him good at his job, but it also made it hard for him to actually focus on and experience whatever was happening in that moment. He didn't want to allow that to happen now, with Chloe. This might very well be a one-time thing for all he knew, because after this who knows where things...

Jesus fucking Christ, he thought, I can't even stop thinking about not thinking and focusing on what's happening.

Squeezing her hand, he glanced at her again as she shifted her body to face his, willing his eyes to return to the road a moment later, and he grinned slightly at her question.

"In traffic like this," he said, gesturing at the open road ahead of them with his hand on the wheel, "It'll only be a few minutes. In the morning, I sit on this damn highway forever. It's actually part of why I first came in. I don't think I told you that," he glanced at her again, and couldn't help but to smile, his eyes shifting back to the road despite the protest of every cell in his body. "I sit in traffic every morning on the way to work, and I would see the sign, over and over, and eventually I had to go in and check it out, just to unwind on the way home."

He paused for a moment, changing lanes to move around someone that wasn't doing nearly 90 MPH like he was now, before continuing, "I was actually just about to leave, literally standing up to walk out, when you came out. And the rest," he said, grinning and giving her hand a little squeeze, "as they say, is history."

They approached his exist then and he slowed the car, only now actually realizing that the needle on the speedometer had passed 90 MPH, and he was thankful they didn't get pulled over on the way. He could pay the ticket, and it's not like what they were doing was illegal, but the delay would be the last thing he wanted. They made it down the highway without incident though, not to mention in record time, and he made his way quickly through the few neighborhoods between the highway and his house.

After only a few minutes since exiting the highway they were on his street, tree-lined and quiet, with large and mostly dark houses, their inhabitants generally the early-to-bed, early-to-rise types. Slowing down, he released her hand only so he could reach up and hit the garage door opener, and a moment later the door was closing behind them, darkening the garage. He turned off the car, then turned to her again, a grin touching on his lips.

"Here we are."
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Chloe turned to gaze out the window as Ian exited the highway, eager to get a glimpse of the neighborhood he lived in. The houses were all quite large, and very nice, with well-landscaped lawns and long driveways. She had never lived in a place like this, and even now she was reminded of her own apartment, a few exits back, small and cramped and not at all like the place she was about to enter. As they came up on Ian's house, Chloe smiled, impressed by the size of it. She knew he was loaded, but she never thought she would have an opportunity to be with him, like this. Strippers were generally below the upper middle-class, and Chloe had not foreseen herself crossing those boundaries any time soon.

The car pulled smoothly into the garage and Ian punched a button, the door closing behind them quietly. The garage was dark now, and completely silent. The sun had not fully set as of this moment, but Chloe had been surprised to see so many lights out in the houses immediately surrounding Ian's. These people were definitely not like her, the night owl she was. As she turned to face Ian, she saw that he was grinning at her and she couldn't resist smiling back at him. "It's a beautiful house... or at least, what I've seen of it is... beautiful..." Chloe was nervous, and she knew her voice was betraying her true feelings. She was confident in the bedroom, but this was different. She was with another woman's husband, at his big, fancy home. She felt out of place here, if only because of her background. She knew Ian wanted her, though, and if he had brought her all the way here then there must have been something he saw in her. Something extra.

"Should we... should we go in now?" Chloe giggled nervously, her eyes on Ian's for a moment before she leaned across the console to press her lips to his for the second time tonight. This kiss was just like the first, except better, if that was even possible. One hand slid up Ian's arm to his shoulder, fingers pressing against the collar of his white button-down. Chloe was lost in him once more, and she realized that she needed to pull back now before they ended up ripping off each other's clothes right here in the garage. She gave Ian's lower lip a playful bite before parting from his lips to look back up at him. "Show me your place...."
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He nodded slightly, a silent thanks at the compliment she gave his house. He could really care less about it at the moment, his attention on far more interesting and inviting things than some walls and paint, but he was happy she liked it nonetheless. Still, he could tell she was nervous. Truth be told, he was a bit nervous himself. After the affairs he'd considered and rejected, he thought he'd gone the safe route by walking into the strip club so many months back, and now here he was, bringing one home.

But she wasn't just any stripper, of course. There was something...different. Something more. She was younger, yes, but there was still some intelligence and life behind her eyes that he didn't see in many people. And for some reason, they trusted each other. They had yet to have an encounter where he wasn't paying for the time, but he still found he had some trust in her. Clearly, enough to show her where he lived, to bring her in. He was handing her the keys to destroy his life as he knew it, and he did so happily, confident in the fact that she'd never use them.

He nodded slightly, silently still, at her question, and welcomed her mouth against his again. His hands lifted to her face, one against the line of her jaw, his thumb slipping across her cheek, the other plunging into her hair, pulling her lips more urgently against his. He felt his hands against her, causing him to shiver slightly, and he sighed quietly into the kiss. To be able to touch her, to finally taste her mouth... it was better than he could've hoped. Already, he could feel the tension draining out of his body. This was what he had dreamed of, night after night after night, for months on end. Finally, the moment was here.

He couldn't help but to grin again when he felt the bite on his lips, his eyes opening as the kiss broke. He shook his head at her request as his hands left her, "No," he said quietly, and he turned and got out of the car. He made his way quickly around to her side, opening her door and offering a hand to help her out. As soon as she was on her feet, his mouth was on hers again, his tongue flickering across her lips, body pressed to hers. He kissed her, hard and deep, for only a moment before breaking it.

Reaching down, Ian grabbed her hand again and pulled her towards the door that led into the house, his eyes on her as they walked, "I'll show you the house later. I want to see you first..." He pushed the door, which opened into the back of the spacious kitchen, dominated in the middle by an island stove and counter, and let her enter before him. Following her, he kept a grip on her hand, squeezing it lightly as he pulled her through the kitchen now.

"Upstairs... c'mon..."
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Chloe let herself be swept up in Ian's frenzied kisses, practically lifted off the ground when he pressed his lips to hers outside of the car. She stood on tiptoe to reach his lips more easily, content to just stand here and taste him for the rest of the night, pushed up against his car. But she knew he wanted more, and despite her nerves, she also craved intimate attention from him. When he pulled back and locked his fingers with hers once more, Chloe could feel butterflies rising up in her stomach.

"But... you've already seen me..." She blushed a bit, grinning at him. She knew what he meant. Seeing her in the context of Whispers was completely different than what they were about to do. Up there, in his bedroom, he could make himself familiar with every inch of her smooth skin. She wanted his lips on her flesh so badly, and she fully intended to make the most of this night. If things didn't go past tomorrow, she would carry these memories of him forever. She was, however, beginning to doubt that she could go back to Whispers and not see his face in all the people she serviced. He had burrowed his way under her skin.

Chloe looked around as the pair walked through the kitchen, admiring the granite countertops and the space that the room held. She felt Ian squeeze her hand, urgently, and she knew that she would probably have an opportunity to explore his place later. For now, there was a different sort of exploring that she needed to do. Moving faster to catch up with him, Chloe padded with soft bare footsteps across the hardwood floors. She spotted a few family portraits dotted across the mantle and bit her lip, taking note of how pretty Ian's wife was. What could he want with a girl like Chloe if he was married to a woman like that? Shaking these thoughts from her mind a moment later, Chloe and Ian ascended the staircase together.

Upstairs it was dark and silent, but Chloe could see several doors down long hallways in either direction. Ian led her to what she assumed was his bedroom and the two paused outside of the door. Chloe turned to face him once more, her slender hands dragging up along his starchy white shirt to the buttons at the top, near his collar. She locked her brown eyes on his, cocking her head to the side. It would be nothing but trouble for both of them if Ian didn't want this as badly as she did. She wanted to focus on the two of them, coming together for the night, but it was hard to completely erase all other thoughts from her mind. There was the infidelity to consider, and the jeopardization of her job if this was revealed to anyone. Ian had kids, and Chloe had no desire to be a homewrecker. She might as well have come from a home of divorce, with the way her parents had become cold to each other in recent years. All she needed to hear from him was the same uncertainty, and she would pull away and call a taxi to get home.

"You're sure you want to do this? I want you to be certain...." Chloe knew that every inch of her body ached to be caressed by Ian's strong hands, and she knew that if he decided against all this, she would be devastated. But asking was the responsible thing to do. Despite her age, she was wise enough to know that this was risky.
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The house was quiet, a rarity unless everyone was in bed, and typically when that happened he could be found in the small downstairs bedroom, his hand around his cock and his mind on the body of the woman standing before him now. Having her here was like a dream he didn't want to wake up from. His eyes focused on hers as she touched him, and he reached out to her, his hands sliding her hips and pulling her body closer to his. He knew she was thinking, hesitating, worried about the plunge they were both about to take. He'd had the same debate for days when he found out his wife would be going out of town with the kids, and she hadn't had days to think about it like he did. It was hard not to take her right here in the hallway (hell, it was hard not to take her in the car before the left the club, in the car in the garage, in the garage on top of the hood of the car, and in the kitchen before they walked up the stairs, too), and he didn't want to just rush through any hesitation she may have because he wanted her so badly. It was a big decision, perhaps life-altering for both of them, and not one he wanted her to make simply because his hands were, finally, on her body. But then she said the magic words:

I want you to be certain...

She was smart enough to know that this was a big step for him, and despite the strange circumstances under which they met, seemed to care enough about him to want him to be sure of what he was doing. But he'd had all that time to consider before even setting foot in the club, and being certain was not remotely a problem for him. He couldn't help but to grin at her words, one small enough that it might not even be seen in the dark hallway, and instead of answering her with words, he let his actions speak for themselves.

Bending a little at the knees, his hands slid from her hips down over her thighs and to the hem of her sundress. Slipping under her dress, his hands were against her bare legs, and he smiled at the feeling of her warm, smooth skin under his palms. Sliding back up, they moved around her thighs, and without warning he lifted her off the ground, pulling her legs around his waist. His hands moved to the firm, round shape of her ass, holding her body against his as her arms went around his neck instinctively, and without hesitation his mouth found hers again. He kissed her hard, hungrily, pushing the door to the bedroom open with his foot as he carried her into the bedroom.

Turning once he was in the room, he pressed her back against the wall next to the open door, his hands now a little more free to slide along her thighs. Grinding his hips against her, his cock rapidly hardening at the feeling of her body against him, finally his for the taking. And he planned to take her. His mouth left hers, a sigh passing over his lips as it did, and his lips moved to her neck, tasting her skin. One hand left her legs, reaching up to snatch up one of the straps of the sundress and push it down over her shoulders. He'd seen her naked, fully and completely, countless times, and yet somehow it seemed like this would be the first time her body was truly revealed to him, and he found he could hardly wait anymore for it. He needed to have her.
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Chloe was pleasantly taken aback by the abrupt change in Ian's interaction with her. Suddenly, it was as if passion had taken over and he could no longer hold back all the feelings he had kept bottled up for the past few months. Giving a small squeal, Chloe let herself be lifted, her arms snaking around Ian's neck to steady herself in his grip. She couldn't help but smile against his lips as he kissed her hard, feeling a bit like a high school girl again, sneaking around behind her parents' backs to flirt, and eventually fuck, a few of the boys she met at the parties she wasn't supposed to attend. But this time was different. This time she was going to be with a man, who actually knew what he was doing between the sheets (or against a wall, as it were).

Chloe tasted Ian again, hungrily now, yearning for more of his lips as he brought her into his bedroom. He didn't even waste a moment to close the door behind the two of them, instead pressing her back against the wall and sliding his hands along her legs. She could feel how hard he was becoming as he ground his hips against hers, and this did nothing to stop the rapid dampening of her panties underneath her dress. Legs still on either side of Ian's hips, Chloe let her fingers tangle up in the back of his hair, tugging playfully at the strands that gathered at the nape of his neck. When Ian's lips left hers, she sighed involuntarily, displeased with the sudden departure. She loved kissing him, and she would be content to kiss him all night.

Immediately, however, his mouth was on her skin, and this was a substitute she could live with. Somehow, he found the most sensitive spot she had, lips and tongue moving over the hollow between her shoulder and neck deftly, producing soft, whimpering moans from Chloe's throat. She wasn't used to such passion in the bedroom, and the relief of finally having the man she had pined for was sending her into unimaginable bliss. If things were this good already, Chloe couldn't fathom how wonderful they would be once he was finally inside of her. But that was for later, once they had undressed and explored each other. For now... she wanted him to keep doing whatever he wanted to do to her. She had given herself entirely to him.

As he slipped one strap of her dress off of her shoulder, Chloe bit her lip and crossed her ankles behind Ian's back. She held on tighter now, arms across his broad shoulders, her hips arching away from the wall a bit so she could press harder against Ian's hardening member. This could easily have turned into a night reminiscent of those at the club, where she stripped down to nothing for a man's lust-filled eyes. But for the first time in a long time, a man was undressing Chloe. The way Ian was going about it made her feel more like a gift, waiting to be unwrapped, than a stripper who had flirted her way into a client's home.
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His hands were on her body, his lips against her neck tasting the sweetly salt flavor of her skin, and not for the first time Ian's mind reeled at the fact that this was actually happening. He was, with the help of the wall, supporting all her weight, and yet he had never felt so relaxed. Things were going as they were supposed to in this moment. Complications would arise, they always did, but none of it was worth devoting a single neuron to thinking about now. Now, there was just Chloe, and her body, and his need to possess it.

He felt her tighten her grip on him, and it was the perfect opportunity. His arms moving around her, he moved away from the wall suddenly and turned to the bed behind them, laying her across it with her hips along the edge. His body stayed close to hers, his mouth returning quickly to her skin, lips and tongue and teeth tracing a slow, deliberate path across her delicate throat.

With her body on the bed, Ian's hands were now more free to roam. Reaching up, he grabbed both her wrists and pinned them above her head for the moment, his hips grinding against hers as his lips danced along her neck and slowly down to her shoulder. Moving her arms again, he pulled them down to her sides and then released her wrists, his fingertips trickling up her arm and hooking into the other thin strap of her sundress. Pulling it off her shoulder, his lips moved slowly towards her collarbone, kissing over newly exposed flesh.

Her touch, the taste of her mouth, the feeling of her skin against his, and the anticipation of things to come had all conspired to make him practically fully hard without her even trying to get him that way, and he pressed his length against her through their clothes, hot breath exhaled against her body. His fingers curled into the top hem of her dress along the sides, and slowly he began to inch it down her body, his mouth moving slowly and deliberately over every inch of her body that was newly exposed to him. It was far from the first time her clothes had come off for him, and he'd looked so long upon her body that he could imagine her in flawless detail on a whim, but none of it could compare to this. With his eyes closed, he couldn't even see her being slowly revealed to him, but he was the one doing the revealing, his lips were against her as he did, and it was like the difference between the darkest night and being in the vicinity of a massive supernova. There was almost no comparison.
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Chloe felt her body sink into the bed as Ian lay her down upon it. It was cushy and large, with very soft, dark sheets. Well-made too, which led Chloe to believe that there was some sort of maid or housekeeper coming in during the day to take care of things while Ian and his wife were at work (or whatever it was that she did). Turning her head to the side, her long dark hair splayed out on the comforter, Chloe breathed in a scent that was purely Ian. A mixture of his cologne and whatever laundry detergent was being used on his starchy white dress shirts. She knew this smell by heart by now; it was the smell that she ended up having on her every night after she danced for him. Turning her head back to look at Ian, she smiled brightly.

She let him take control of her, pinning her wrists for just a moment before releasing them, then resuming his process of undressing her ever so slowly. As he pressed his lips to her collarbone, she whimpered softly, her skin tingling, goosebumps rising. She was overexcited for this moment, barely able to contain herself. If she was Ruby Starr tonight, she would be on top at this very moment, dominating the situation. She liked this infinitely better.

As Ian worked to pull her dress down off of her, she glanced down to look at him. He had his eyes closed, his lips moving silently and sweetly over her body as if he was worshipping every inch. He wasn't even looking, though, and that surprised Chloe. She blushed a bit as she realized that Ian probably had every detail that he'd seen on her body memorized. He would probably be a bit surprised by the two freckles she had on the inside of her labia, and the sweet little heart-shaped birthmark under her left buttcheek. But other than that, he knew it all, every major part of her figure. Grinning at this fact, she wiggled a bit to make things easier for him.

As the top of her dress came to her hips, Chloe reached a hand down to stroke over Ian's. He looked up as she did, confused by the interruption. She was smiling, biting her lip, nervous again. This time, however, she was nervous in the best way. Butterflies filled up her stomach, now bare, rising and falling with each breath.

"When my dress is off... when I'm in just the lingerie you saw earlier... I want you to turn down the lights, okay? I want you to close the door, and then come back to me, right here.... I want you to make love to me...."

Chloe's last few words were breathy, but she knew Ian had heard her. She had high hopes for this experience, and she wanted the mood to be just right. She wanted this to feel like two lovers desperately seeking each other's flesh, and not like a tryst in someone else's bed.
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His slow journey down the seductive peaks and valleys of her body continued as he worked her dress down her body. Despite the controlled measure of his pace, his heart was thudding in his chest at what felt like an uncontrollable gallop, adrenaline coursing through his veins without a hint of moderation. He could very easily allow himself to tear her clothes from her body and take her here on the edge of the bed, allowing himself to give in to his body's desire for carnal, intense, unrestrained fucking... but while his body may want it, it wasn't what he wanted. He'd waited much too long to finally have his hands on her, and he wasn't going to pass up an opportunity like this in favor of the type of sex he could've so easily had with so many other women. Chloe wasn't that. He had a feeling that kind of intensity and feverish desire to just take each other would come, later, but not yet.

His lips continued to descend slowly, soft kisses over the warm flesh of her perfectly shaped breasts, along the bottom edge of the bra she wore, and slowly across her flat stomach. Inch by inch, her dress was lowered until it was down to her hips, and he felt her hand on his suddenly, drawing his attention from the task at hand. Eyes opening, he looked up to her with a slight, almost drunken smile, his fingertips stroking along her bare sides as she spoke. A small grin turned up one corner of his mouth, and he nodded in silence at her request, lowering his mouth to her body once more. The dress was pulled slowly past her hips, the middle fingertip of each hand tracing the curve as they flared out from her body into that terribly enticing shape. His mouth open slightly, he simply let the cushion of his lips brush across her panties as the dress was pulled lower still, ever so careful to avoid any contact with the core of her desire.

Her shapely thighs slowly emerged from the dress, and with a glance and mischievous grin up at her, he let his hot breath wash across her covered mound before his lips dropped to her skin again. His head turned from side to side, lips dancing from toned thigh to toned thigh, slowly working his way down her legs. He was on a knee now, moving gradually away from the bed as her body was revealed to him. His mouth lifting from her skin once more, he looked back up to her face and couldn't help but to smile broadly. With a flourish, the dress was pulled past her ankles and off her feet, and then tossed aside, forgotten about almost the instant it was off her body. He cared far less about the dress than about what it hid from his touch.

His hands slid slowly up her calves, past her knees, along the sides of her thighs, and he raised himself up onto his feet. Bending his body over hers, he kissed lightly just above her navel, then moved more fully above her and kissed her lips lightly, the tip his tongue flickering quickly against her bottom lip. Breaking the kiss, he opened his eyes and grinned quietly down at her, his voice a whisper.

"You'd better be here when I get back..."

His lips touched hers again, a soft a momentary kiss, and then he was gone, moving across the room to push the door shut and flip the light switch, casting the room in darkness.
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