A Taste Of The Forbidden

[Firmhanded_Daddy]

(Closed for myself and Sexxxtoy18)


Name : Shane
Age: 34
Occupation: Bouncer for a strip club.


The bass thundered through the room. It roared with such intensity, every time it thumped it was just like being hit in the chest. The air smelled of alcohol, sex, and too much perfume. There was something about the club that felt familiar however. Arms crossed over his chest, leaning against one of the large I-beams that held up the roof he let his gaze drift over the crowd. It was a lively bunch tonight, and by this time of the evening they were drunk. He had been doing this job for many years. That granted him the ability to read, and feel the crowd. The hair on the back of his neck stood on end.

Reaching down Shane touched the receiver on his hip to queue up the microphone. “Keep your eyes up guys. None of the girls go anywhere on their own. The crowd feels a little on edge tonight.”
The radio chirped back with a handful of replies. Good that made him feel a little better. The song started to wind down and the scantily clad girl on the stage made one last slide around the pole. He took a moment to enjoy the way the light played off her sweat damp skin, the curves and the way they moved with her movements. There wasn’t a woman in here that wasn’t skilled of talking a man out of his hard earned money. Which only made his job much harder.

His job was not to leer at the women as they worked the crowd, his job was to keep focused and to make sure none of the guys went too far with the dancers. His job was to keep them safe. More than one man had been fired because they got involved with the dancers. That was strictly against the rules. That did not stop the girls from trying to seduce some of the bouncers on a daily basis. They saw it as a challenge, a test of their skills, and as Shane mused upon it likely partially the thrill of chasing the forbidden.

The truth was Shane had been the target for almost every woman in the back waiting her turn to get out there and dance. He liked his job, he liked being able to knock a few heads for a living, and he very much looked at this place as his, and the girls were his to protect. It helped him keep focus, it helped him keep everything separated. He was as good as married to the job, he often was here when the doors opened until they were locked again. The only person he answered to in the club was the owner. He now did the hiring and the firing when it came to bouncers. He had helped make this place what it was.

So when a woman crawled into his lap after a long day, when she whispered promises of how she would rock his world he smiled. He would smile, scoop her up against his broad chest and gently sit her down. He was never disrespectful, he never said a harsh word to any of the girls, and perhaps that was why they chased him. Just about every girl back there had been pulled out of a bad spot by the big man. He was damn good at his job.

The music blared, the announcer rang out over the loud speaker and the next dancer came through the curtains. Running his thick hand over his cleanly shaven scalp his green eyes locked onto the woman’s form, the crowd went wild and he could not blame him. She was stunning. It was not often that Shane was caught staring instead of watching the crowd, but he was now. Their eyes met, and he could see just a hint of a smile curve those full lips. He drew a deep breath and barely managed to pull his eyes away.

 

[sexxxtoy18]

Kim climbed onto the stage and slipped through the curtains with a big, warm grin and nothing on but a little red bra and thong, and a pair of 5" stripper heels. She strutted around the edge of the stage, catching the eye of each of the men pressed up against the edge, giving them each just a moment to think that he was the one. That was the trick to stripping. Having big tits and a nice round ass helped. Being blonde didn't hurt, but the thing that made them scream for her was that she made them each think they were special.

Whether they were pinning pornographic fantasies or romantic delusions or worse on her, she tried to say "yes" with her eyes to every man there, and sure enough, when she crawled on her hands and knees back around the edge, they were stuffing bills into the garter on her thigh. Then she stood up and did a bit of work on the pole, but she kept her eyes working.

Kim liked to think she was realistic about her job. It was ugly sometimes, but sometimes it was fun, sometimes even sweet in a strange way. She wasn't there to pick up anyone, or to get rich, or to take advantage of men's lust. She was there to let them fantasize for a few minutes, to encourage their fantasy, without ever forgetting that it was just a fantasy. She didn't do it because she liked it, or because she was a victim. There was no other way a 18 year old girl could make that kind of money that quickly, not without breaking any laws.

She was going to be the first one in her family to graduate from college, and stripping was the only way to pay for it. She knew she had the body and the looks, and she did well in school, but the financial aid they offered was nowhere near enough without taking on thousands of dollars of loans for one semester. So, she stripped and let strange men stare at her naked body a few nights a week.

Now that she had taken the temperature of her audience, she began to work the ones who really wanted it. She moved her body more like she was fucking than dancing, and she kept moving her eyes, telling each man there that yes, she was thinking about fucking him. When the first song of her set ended, she slipped the straps of her bra off her shoulders.

Now they started to steal little gropes, and she kept moving. Let them think it was against the rules, but that if it was up to her... She let her bra drop, sliding the pole between her breasts, the cool metal making her nipples stiffen, and before long, the set was over.

She collected her bra and made the rounds of the tables topless, collecting a few dollars from the cheapskates who sat back. By the time she made it back to the bar, two of the guys from the stage were moving in. One was a college kid, who'd had a big stack of one dollar bills in front of him. He looked like he was about to jump out of his skin. The other was older, had been pulling bills one at a time from his pocket. She went to Shane at the door to the dressing room and blushed a little. Of all the guys that worked there, he was the only one she really liked. She sometimes wished he didn't see her naked every night they worked together.

"Stall them," she whispered to him, resting a hand on his hard bicep. "Try to get the older one to sit at the bar." The young one wouldn't want or need more than a couple of quick lapdances. She had a feeling the older man would keep her in the champagne room for an hour or more, and that was where the real money was. It would make the wad of bills she had made on the stage look like peanuts.

 

[Firmhanded_Daddy]

He struggled to keep his focus on the crowd as Kim began dancing and playing the crowd. He had to admit though something about tonight was just… different. He didn’t know why but he was feeling a terrible ache in his groin. It had been a long time since he had gotten any action. Most women couldn’t stomach the work he did. A lot of girls got jealous that he saw so many beautiful girls naked every night, and half of them threw themselves at him. So most of his relationships were very short and you could almost count down until they exploded.

So it must be sexual frustration that was building up, and nothing he had been able to do had even taken the edge off, let alone fixed it. The truth was he needed to get laid and he was pretty sure most of the dancers could sense it. The last week many of them had upped their game so to speak. Velvet had even managed to get his zipper down with her teeth before he could gather enough self control to pull her away. He was pretty certain that it was her tongue sliding over the head of his prick as he pulled the woman gently to her feet. Especially since she cooed in his ear about how good he tasted. Those words almost did him in, and that night they were certainly inspiration for three intense orgasms.

The second song started to play and Shane turned his gaze to Kim as she slid those gorgeous, full breasts free of the red bra. She locked eyes in his general direction and for one, brief moment he let himself be drawn in by her gaze. He felt his cock go instantly hard inside his jeans, he felt precum start to dribble from the swollen head. He had to reach down to adjust the way he was swollen within the tight fabric. Christ this was going to get him in a lot of trouble. It was just then that he started to notice men copping feels with her.

He started to make his way through the crowd, most men got out of the large man’s way without much hesitation. Those that didn’t move out of his way got a nudge from his thick hands. He did not directly interfere with Kim’s dancing, instead he just hovered nearby, arms length away. That way he could respond quickly if the need should arise. Kim never gave him a sign that things were going the wrong way, all the dancers knew the signal. So when her dance was over he relaxed a little. She seemed to give him a look so he followed her to the dressing room.

She approached him topless and he could not help but let his eyes wander over her body. His prick twitched and he silently hoped that she didn’t see it. It was very much unlike him to be so forward. As she touched his arm, goose bumps exploded over his skin. He kept his composure as she gave him instructions. Smiling at her warmly he nodded his head. “Sure, anything you need doll. I’ll be close by if you need me.”

With that he waded back into the crowd and made his way toward the man in question, the one that Kim intended to work over. After a moment he reached them. They talked for a moment until Shane told him that Kim wanted to see him in the Champaign Room, but she also had bought him a drink. The truth was Shane was fitting the bill, but this guy didn’t need to know that. With a little encouragement the man ordered his drink and sank into the bar stool to enjoy it.

Turning around he sought out Kim, she was already dancing for the kid, and from the looks of it the kid was about to nut in his pants. Shane caught Kim’s eye and gave her a smile, nodding his head lightly. Then he made his way in her direction to do his job and keep her safe.