Sisters on the pole (Closed)

[deWrack]

OOC: Ron Nash is approaching his 50th birthday. His young appearance and his taste for younger women have kept him with near constant company over the years, yet his personality is such that he has never been able to commit to a relationship longer then a couple years.
Affairs have come and gone, often with beautiful women, but never anything he could feel attatched to.
Ron's one of the rare men who can actually go to a strip club, and end up taking a dancer home rather than going next door to the adult video store to jack off.
Upon a recent visit to a new club, Ron was taken by a pair of girls who were obviously sisters, they even were billed as such on the marquee, though of course he didn't expect them to look remotely like sisters.
These two did. They looked to be the spitting image of each other, and not only that, they looked strikingly similar to a woman Ron had an affair with nearly 21 years before walking into this club. Ron's job dictated that he relocated frequently, and he never knew what happened to the woman.
As it turns out, there's good reason Ron thought they looked familiar. They are, after all, his daughters.
The cast for this closed thread is as follows:

Ron - deWrack
Suzette - girl_4_rent
Anastasia - cute_girl1
Danny the bartender - Lord_Bob
Babette (waitress) - Meloncholy Baby

Other players may be added as the thread develops
And away we go.............

 

[cute_girl1]

Anastasia was a beautiful girl, she had long curly brown hair, and green eyes. She was five foot seven inches, she had 28B breast. She had a identically twin sister Suzette. The two grew up without ever knowing there biological father. There had been a few men in and out of thier mother's lives, but never for long.

Just after the girls turned 19 years old they moved into an appartment together. When they turned 20 the girls had gotten a job at the strip club. Anastasia was the first one to get the job, and her sister joined her at the club a few weeks later. The twin sisters did everything together...

 

[lord_bob]

Danny spent a lot of his time at the bar these days, or night as it were; not because he particularly got off on all the girls stripping, nor because he really liked bartending, but becuase ever since the two sisters has joined the amount of people coming in now was going through the roof, this ofcourse meant that drinks sales were going through the roof too, which meant that he was getting a lot of big tips, he was probably erning more than a lot of business associates, he had to thank the girls for that, they put on a good show, which made a lot of customers very happy, and happy customers, ofcourse, meant happy tips, big ones. The girls were just an added bonus, he had naively thought that working in a strip joint would mean he would have the best job in the world, being able to work and be near these gorgeous, naked women all the time; and they were gorgeous, the kitty lounge was exclusive, they only hired the best dancers around, that it would mean that he could watch them and even date them, and he had, for a while, ut he discovered that while they were great at dancing, they usuall either weren't that good in bed, or they had absolutely nothing between the ears. So the girls were easy on the eyes certainly, but he didn't think he was going to do anything with them....although having the two sisters to himself for a night would be a pleasure

Tonight he had come in early, he was wiping down the counter, it wasn't dirty at all, he had washed it before leaving yesterday morning, but during the day sometimes the more seedier customers would spill drinks on it. He looked and walking in was one of the real perks of the job, Babette, she was a stunning sight as she walked through the front door, it was still early evening so the setting sun even provided a halo for her, I waved and signalled her over, she walked over, smiling widely at me, her shoes padding along the floor, she was still in her normal clothes, right now some tight jeans and a red shirt that showed off her breasts very well, I often thought she was even better looking than the dancers, so I'm glad she wasn't one or she probably wouldnt be as attractive to me; she was about to get changed into her wiatress uniform, which thouh skimpy, still hid some of he more intimate aspects of her body, I couldn't wait to see all of her body for myself

"Hey darlin'," She said happily as she gave a quick kiss on the lips, "Come in early again? Some would think you just came in to see me in my normal clothes, or maybe even getting changed" She looked at me out the corner of her eyes as she hung up her coat, she was stepping on her toes a bit, making her ass press out against the jeans, I reached out and stroke the outline of them, it was my time to grin.

"Now what sort of silly notion is that, who would want to see naked people in this place?" SHe laughed and turned around, kissing me again, this time a bit deeper, hinting at our relationship. She spun round on her heel and sauntered off to the private rooms to get changed, I smiled as I watched her walk off

 

[girl_4_rent]

Suzette was getting ready for the night's show. It wouldn't start for some time now, being that it was still barely late afternoon, but the brunette dancer always came to the club early. Mostly to avoid the crowds that always found their way into the establishment hours before the show even started (the show with Suzette and her sister, of course), but also because Suzette couldn't help it, she liked to look perfect on stage. It didn't take much to make her appearance - and her body - glow, and her bright green eyes shone as she smiled at her reflection in the dressing room mirror. Her shiny, healthy hair was cut just a bit longer than Anastasia's, but still full of the same loose curls that fell down her back and, on Suzette, stopped just above her waist. Lots of the patrons of the lounge found her hair sexy, and she always liked to offer one portion of the show with her curls conveniently covering her breasts... and the only thing covering them.

She licked her top lip expertly, applying a little bit more gloss until she could almost see her reflection in her pouty lips as well as in the lighted mirror. A rustle beside her caused Suzette to turn and grin at Anastasia as her sister came out from behind one of the screens on the opposite side of the dressing room. "What do you think?" she asked Suzette, smiling seductively and spinning in her outfit for the evening. Suzette gave a nod of approval at her sister's attire. It was perfect for the show they were going to be putting on; fishnet thigh-highs with short, black heels, a blue and black leather corset, and black boy-cut undies with clips that held up the fishnets.

"I love it," Suzette replied, getting up and giving Anastasia a peck on the cheek before heading to the screen to retrieve her outfit, a perfect match except that her corset was pink and not blue. She allowed her hand to linger briefly on her twin's inner thigh in the process, smirking at Anastasia and letting her fingers trail up and over her sister's hip as she walked off.

 

[deWrack]

Ron Nash

I got off work early, having completed my assessment of the metro-area's growth potential and its capacity to handle a minor league baseball franchise. I e-mailed it to the home office and in my mind was running over everything I had to do before I left town to the next stop.
Bags are packed, tickets are on my table, rental is heading back to the dealer in the morning.
I had an entire evening to kill, and after all, I used to live here once upon a time, I thought.
It was about 20 years ago, as a matter of fact. Those were some heady days.
I showered and cleaned up: Shaved, cologne the whole nine. I headed to my car and went about driving by old hang-outs; places where I used to find the most eager-to-please and unwilling-to-attach pussy in town.
Nothing really appealed to me, however. All the old haunts were now either Starbucks' or some other chain of uneccessary nonesense.
I turned the bend and on my right saw a relatively new gentleman's club. I know the jokes about men who eat dinner in strip bars, sure. But at the same time this one looked a bit different, more classy.
I stepped out of my car, adjusted my watch and walked inside. The bartender was cleaning to bartop, something he looked like he'd been doing for some time though he wasn't tired of it yet.
I took a seat at a table in the dining area, which was separated from the strip club portion of the club by a wall with its door shut. While I was waiting for a waitress to get my order I caught a glimpse of a dancer as she emerged from the restroom and through the door to the strip club.
It stunned me.
I sat at the table with my mouth hanging open. I rubbed my brow and wondered who on earth that girl .... how on earth that girl.... what on earth that girl.....
"Welcome to Martini's, Sir, May I get you a drink before you decide," the waitress asked. "Or, were you needing a minute to think."
It was obvious she noticed my gaping mouth.
"Oh, no, I'm sorry," I said. "It's just like I saw a ghost."
"Oh?"
"I used to date a woman who looked exactly like that," I explained.
"Did you now?" she asked in a patronizing tone.
"Easy there, miss," I replied. "I wasn't always this old-looking."
"I didn't say you were old looking. As a matter of fact I think you look very good right now regardless of how old you are."
"I'm 48."
"You look 35, tops."
"Captain and Coke, and don't forget the lime, please."
"I'll be right back with that," She smiled, turned and shook her butt at me as she walked to the bar.
I had to talk to that dancer.

 

[MelancholyBaby]

Babette

It was always about the dancers. I leaned on the counter as I watched Danny prepare the drink for the nice-looking older gentleman. It was as if I wasn't a girl or something. True, I wasn't a sex goddess like Anastasia or Suzette, but I certainly wasn't hard on the eyes.

I wasn't exactly the type of girl you might expect to encounter at a gentlemen's club. I was, however, broke enough to do almost anything for money and a little hedonist, so it worked out well for me. I had discovered something in my 23 years. Horny men leave big tips. For all of us. And the more horny men...well, you get the idea. I didn't mind the action on stage either. I had a little thing for Suzette, too. And a little thing for Danny. And little things here and there for our gentlemen guests.

I checked out my reflection in the glass mirror above the bar. I was looking rather nice tonight. My ash blonde hair fell in gentle waves around my oval face, falling to just about the length of my collarbone; a nice frame for my porcelain complexion and wide, sea blue eyes. I didn't wear much makeup, I really didn't need to. I took good care of my skin and it showed. I did like to experiment with my eyes a bit, I was a mascara addict and I loved the way my eyes looked with only a hint of pink eyeshadow and black, thick lashes. My body was rather nice too, not anything to rival any of the dancers, but I was about 5'7" with a slender build and of course the smallish tits to go along with it. I was fortunate in that I had somewhat of an ass which I was quite proud of. My legs were shapely too, and I liked to show them off in my black thigh highs and the fuck-me heels which were a part of my uniform. The heels were a little much some days but sometimes Danny let me come behind the bar with him and slip them off for awhile.

I turned my attention back to Danny as he finished our guest's Captain and Coke. He was an excellent bartender and cute, too. I ran my finger along his sleeve as he finished up. "This guy has is practically cumming over the sisters already and he hasn't even seen them dance yet," I said, gesturing toward him. "Can't say I blame him though."

Danny nodded. "Think he'll be taking them home?"

I shrugged. "We'll see. I may be able to assist him in his aspirations if you know what I mean." I grinned wickedly, picking up his drink and walking back toward his table. I sat his drink down in front of him, breaking his trance. "Captain and Coke, with lime." I paused. "You still dreamy eyed over your ghost? You know, she's one of the sisters...our star attraction..very popular. How ever will you get their attention?"

He looked at me, and I could see in his eyes that I had hit a nerve. I continued. "You're nice looking, but you could still use some help. Some... insurance, maybe?" Insurance, premium payable to Babette. "I may be able to drop a kind word about you to them. Interested?"

 

[cute_girl1]

Anastasia

Anastasia arrived at the club before her sister. She had already changed into the clothes she would be dancing in for the night: fishnet thigh-highs with short, black heels, a blue and black leather corset, and black boy-cut undies with clips that held up the fishnets. Her sister would have the same thing expect a pink corset.

She sat down at the mirror. Tonight she would put her hair into a tight pony tail. For the most part Anastasia didn't like her hair down when she danced. It always seemed to get in her face, and that was one of her best features.

She opened the drawer were she kept her make up. Nothing over the top, just some eyeshadow, tonight it would be blue, some mascara, but not too much because she already had long lashes, and some lipgloss.

Once she was ready, Anastasia realized she had to use the restroom, she went and did her business. Once done she walked out and saw that Babette was making her way to a customer, the guy was not bad looking at all.

She made her way back to the mirror in the dressing room, her sister was ready and told her about the guy she had just seen moments before.

 

[deWrack]

Ron

"Certainly, I'm interested....Babette," I replied as I noticed her name scrawled in heavily-curved black ink on her tight blouse. "What kind of help are you offering?"
I slipped a $50 bill across the rounded table prior to ordering a T-Bone steak with a baked potato for dinner. I couldn't tell, in all truth, whether it was money she was interested in attaining or perhaps something else.
Money was always a good start, in my experience, and, unlike when I lived here 20 years ago, it wasn't in short supply anymore.
"Well, let me get you your food and we'll see what we can come up with, what do you say?" she asked. "Do you want to take it in here or in the dance hall?"
She raised her dark eyebrows at me, widening her eyes as if to suggest without words that I take it on the other side of that wall.
"Ummm...I....think I'll take it in there, thanks," I said, pointing to the door.
I got up, the bartender buzzed me in and I took a seat near the back of the club, away from the runway so I could get a good look at the procedings without being harrassed for every dollar bill in my pocket.
Babette brought me my dinner at nearly the same time as the first dancer hit the stage for the evening. The Sinister Sisters, as they were billed outside and even above the entryway to the dance hall, weren't to make their first appearance on stage for about an hour.
For an opening act, the girl on stage was above average, but I couldn't stop thinking about that girl. I asked Babette a little about her.
"I don't want to sound like one of those creepy bastards that come in here and get their slime all over the place by being infatuated with dancers, but, you said SHE was one of the 'sisters'? I've got to know a little more about all this."
I ate my steak as Babette took a minute to explain that they had been dancing there for almost a year, and had almost double-handedly financed the upgrades to what was originally a very modest strip club with their rather risque (even for a strip club) act.
"I'll put it this way, and let you find out for yourself when you see it," she explained. "A lot of the things that get done on that stage when they're out there....let's just say there'd be problems if the bar's owner didn't have some friends in very high places in this town."
That told me a lot, right there. I smiled, enjoyed my steak, and watched as one, then the other, made trips through the club to take care of this or that.
"Yeah," I told Babette, "I definitely want to do whatever it takes to have a word with either of them."
She chuckled. "Good," she said. "Because I've already told them both. I know Anastasia thinks your're a hottie, but I haven't heard what Suzzette thinks yet. But knowing them..."
She paused.
"You'll see. Let's just say they share a lot of.....tastes."

 

[girl_4_rent]

Suzette

[[Sorry it took so long!]]

Once Suzette was behind the thin black screen, she quickly shimmied out of the short jean skirt she had worn to the club. Her neon pink thong ended up on the floor shortly thereafter, followed by the white halter top that had, moments ago, been caressing her bare tanned breasts. She stood, completely exposed, and looked at herself in the adjacent mirror. Suzette thought her body was the picture of perfection, and if not that than incredibly close. Anastasia's body was quite similar to hers, being identical twins and all, and they both adored the voluptuous and anatomically correct curves that graced their naked bodies.

Within moments she had slipped into the entirity of her outfit, and was sliding a hand up her right leg, feeling the bumpy texture from the fishnets and finishing it off by looking into the mirror seductively.

"Ready for the show, girl?" Nodding to herself in response, Suzette left her former clothes were they were and twirled out from behind the dressing screen with an eyebrow raised. The corset hugged her breasts tightly, and if she didn't watch the way she moved they might pop out before they were supposed to.

She listened as Anastasia told her of an early customer that had found himself in the club, apparently having already made acquaintance with Babette. Her sister obviously thought he was easy on the eyes, and Suzette decided that she wanted to see for herself. It wasn't like she had much of anything left to do before their show started, anyway. Glancing at the mirror once more to assure that she needed no more eyeliner or lipgloss (pretty much the only makeup she found the need to wear, and Suzette was a bit of an eyeliner junkie), she winked at Anastasia and wiggled her ass before hopping out into the hall to try and catch a glimpse of the newcomer.

The first act had apparently already started, but it was nothing Suzette hadn't seen before. She knew exactly what was going to take place, and although the girl on stage was new, this routine (like all the others) had been practiced so constantly Suzette could have probably done it with her eyes closed. And it wasn't even her act. Her green eyes scanned the company present, and the girl's gaze finally fell on a handsome man near the back whom she had not seen before. Could this be the man Anastasia had found herself almost stricken with? He certainly was pretty good-looking, and even though the girl performing on the stage was lovely to look at, she noticed he wasn't really watching. He did, however, turn and glance directly toward her. After returning his gaze for a moment, she promptly scooted back into the hallway, the curly ends of her long hair lingering a bit longer than her body but being forced to eventually follow her.

 

[deWrack]

Ron

"Oh my god," I said to no one.
Both girls were so beautiful. If I could talk to one of them they would definitely be hit on, regardless of which one it would be. I wasn't delusional to the point of thinking I could land both, but.......oh could you even imagine that?
Babette had taken my cleaned plate, brought me another captain and coke and with it, $200 worth of $5 bills.
The hell with ones, I had an massive exprense account.
I looked at my watch and it was 8:57, three minutes before the sisters' first show of the night and the club had filled up noticeably since I had begun eating. I sat back in my chair, crossed my legs and lit a cigarette as the lights went down promptly at 8:59. Smoke filled the room and a pair of spotlights shone on either side of the stage.
Suddenly, with blaring music and lasers beaming across the room, the twins came out with guns blazing, and I got the first glimpse of what I hoped would be many more before the night's end.

 

[lord_bob]

Babette came wandering back behind the bar, carrying the customers empty plate, a $50 bill in her pocket now, I couldn't hear her heels tapping on the floor as I could usually around the bar, this was because the music from the twins set was already playing, Babette had already gone backstage to talk to them, I looked towards the man gazing at the stage, he would probably end up being a very happy customer tonight, the girls, though they weren't easy were very much into taking willing people into their stead, I grinned as I wondered if the man knew what he was getting himself into, he probably thought that they were both interested in him, while in fact the sisters prferred the attentions of each other with the person they invited in to give a little more pleasure. He would enjoy it imensely though, no doubt.

Babette put the plate on the counter leading to the kitchen, then came back to stand next to me, she grinned back at me, placing the money in her own tip jar, each waitress had their own jar behind the counter, nobody ever stole from another persons jar. She sealed the jar up with a snap and then lookede back at me, batting her eyelashes, she was always a bit aroused when she set people up with the twins, we all had a crush on the twins, especially her I thought, I also knew she had a particular crush on Suzette, whenever she was talking to her she would lean in close trying to get Suzette to peer down her uniform. I heard her say something and I shook my head, realising that I had in my thinking had been staring down Babette's top, getting a glimpse of her gorgeous, if smaller, breasts, encased by a black lacy bra.

"Trying to get a good look cutie?" She grinned, moving her hands up, and non-chalantly pulling the top button of her shiurt undone, giving a larger view for me of her breasts and bra, I grinned back, placing my hands on hips, letting them follo her as she swayed her hips from side to side to the music. She loved to flirt with me, mainly because she knew that I wanted her, she did have a crush on me, but was a little bit more teasing me and secretive, rather than the open drooling that she had around suzette. I looked down at her and leaned down, whispering in her ear, letting her hear me above the music. I wanted to end the flirting now, and start something more serious.

"Getting a bit excited at the girls having fun with someone else?" She nodded, a bit unsure of where I was going, but enjoying anyway this type of conversation could lead, "Well if you're excited enough, why don't we go sort that out?" I leaned back and winked at her, while she thought about what I said.

 

[deWrack]

Ron

The girls came out and began their show, and on several occassions I thought they were alternating in taking peeks over in my direction, as if they were performing for my personal pleasure.
As their outfits began to build up a small pile near the back of the stage, their movements at the front began to focus more and more on each others bodies. Anastasia began touching her sister in more and more seductive manners, then they would continue the dance with Suzette returning the favor, pushing the contact to an almost lewd level.
It would be hard for anyone to believe they were actual sisters, as sapphic as the on-stage material was becoming.
I looked down and saw that it was a good thing my legs were crossed. My dick was trying to bore a hole through my pants as it stood at attention.
I motioned for a second waitress, as I saw Babette was busy talking to the bartender. I told her to make sure both sisters had drinks waiting - whatever their favorites were - at the bar for when their show was over, along with a note that I would like the pleasure of their company, or at least one of them, at my table when they got a moment.
A $50 tip was to accompany both drinks.

 

[MelancholyBaby]

Babette

This was my absolute favorite part of the night. While the times before and after appealed to my capitalist side, the sister's show spoke to my inner slut. And, damn, I did enjoy it. I always cursed my mother during their show, wishing somehow I could have born by the same mother as Suzette and Anastasia and be joining them onstage.

I always stayed behind the counter with Danny during the show. It worked out well. Most of the customers were too entranced to order anything and I much preferred to not have them notice how my eyes glazed over with lust as I watched them.

"Another successful evening courtesy of Babette," I said as I slid the crisp $50 in the jar and snapped it shut. "This almost makes up for the cheap bastards from yesterday." I looked over at Danny and smiled, catching his eyes starting at my breasts. "Trying to get a good look, cutie?" I could certainly help him with that. While he was no Suzette I definitely didn't mind him looking...or even doing more. I felt the warmth of his hands on my hips follow his warm gaze on my chest. While Danny was undeniably my best friend at work and would often tease me about my, uh, unnatural interest in the twins, I knew that he could be a lot more than that. His breath caressed me as he whispered in my ear.

"Getting a bit excited at the girls having fun with someone else?" I nodded, having already entertained visions of the attractive threesome. But Danny didn't need to ask, he knew by now. "Well if you're excited enough, why don't we go sort that out?" I looked at him quizzically, his only response to me a wink that I usually gave him.

"We don't get off for another couple of hours," realizing my double entendre after the words had left my mouth. I stifled a laugh as I smiled at Danny. Another waitress, Juliette, approached the bar, interrupting our flirtations.

"Special request from the guy in back," Juliette gestured toward the attractive guy I had set up with the twins. "Some girls have all the luck. Drinks, men, and big tips." While Juliette was a nice girl she was pretty resentful of the other girls who worked here. Including me. She looked out, noticing another group of guys motioning for her. "Were you planning on working tonight, Babette, or were you going to tease Danny all night?"

"I'm not teasing him. He likes it. And it's good for morale. I'll take care of the request for the girls if you get that table." Juliette rolled her eyes at me and walked away toward the other table. I looked over at the note she had left on the counter along with the two $50 bills. So his name was Ron. I looked over at Danny. "So where were we? Something about sorting something out?" I glanced quickly around the club and upon seeing no managers (they were probably in the office jacking off)to the show) I grabbed Danny's hand and pulled him into the little room behind the bar.

 

[lord_bob]

I could feel myself frowning as Juliette wandered behind the bar interrupting my flirtations with Babette, my hands were still on her hips as she danced softly to the music, but as Juliette came behind the bar she stopped and I had to drop my hands, even though we were in a strip bar we still had to maintain a level of standard, like pretending that employees never flirted or had any interest in each other, especially with someone like Juliette around, who I thought resented the other waitresses for getting more tips and attentions from the clientelle

"Special request from the guy in back," She said as she pointed to the guy who had given babette the large tip for talking to the girls for him, putting down another $50 on the counter indicating that was given to her for Babette,"Some girls have all the luck. Drinks, men, and big tips. Were you planning on working tonight, Babette, or were you going to tease Danny all night?" She sounded quite bitter by this, but babette only luahged and grinned back at me, sneaking her hand behind my back and pinching my ass playfully, I suppressed any urge to jump and just grinned back at her; Juliette hadn't seen what had happened.

"I'm not teasing him. He likes it. And it's good for morale. I'll take care of the request for the girls if you get that table." Juliette rolled her eyes at Babette as she said this, but needed the extra tips so turned and walked towards the table, who I could see was made up of large unift men who were just there to leer over nude girls. Babette turned back to me and grinned at me, "So where were we? Something about sorting something out?" She glanced around and then grinned again, taking my hand and walking as fast as she could, taking me into the small back room where some of the staff could take their breaks.

There was a couch and a small fridge, filled with some bottles of water. Babette moved to sit down on the couch, unzipping her skirt and stepping out of it as she sat down, spreading her legs, showing off a pair of black lacy thigh high socks and panties that showed off her legs and ass perfectly. I felt a huge grin on my face. I unbuttoned the waistocat that all the bartenders had to wear, and threw it to one side, suddenly turning and locking the door. I was thinking that although they wouldn't need my help serving the drinks while we were busy, since Jake, another barman, would take care of it, it would be bad if someone like Juliette should burst in. I turned back to Babette, who by now had taken off the tight logo t-shirt that was her uniform, showing off her smallish tits held by a matching black lace bra.

"You don't waist time do you babe?" I winked and she grinned back, a small growl escaping her throat as she reached out, pulling me ontop of her, undoing my shirt and almost ripping it off as I undid my pants pulling them off, kissing Babette deeply.

 

[cute_girl1]

Anastasia

"The sisters show" was always the best. The club went all out in providing special affects, that was because the twins were the big money makers.

On stage Anastasia would look in the man's direction, and then she would notice her sister doing the same thing. And then Anastasia would look over at him again. They did this all though out the show.

Then it was the girls favorite part of the show, the part where they got to touch each other. Some people didn't actually believe that they were even sisters by the way the acted on stage. But they were.

Anastasia was the first one to touch her sister. She was outgoing on stage but not as outgoing as her sister. With each touch that Anastasia gave to Suzette, Suzette would return in a more sexual manner.

Once the set was done the girls left the stage, but not before giving the man in the back a smile. The girls go back stage and get changed into thier closing dance clothes. The had more than the other dancers, because they were in high demand. Juliette had came up to them and told then that the man in the back had purchased drinks for them, thier choice. That ment that Anastasia had a Sex on the Beach waiting for her.

Before walking out into the club she checked out her make up and did a few touch ups. She walked up the bar and Jake, attached to the drink was note saying he would like company from us. I took the drink, thanked Jake and left the note. She looked over at the guy for a second and then started to walk towards. She could tell that the guy was trying not to look her way.

 

[MelancholyBaby]

Babette

I was a little surprised at how quickly my flirtation with Danny had let to a hot session in the breakroom. Don't get me wrong, I was no prude; not by a long shot. But I usually could control myself. Usually I could meet them after work and take care of things then. But I couldn't now. I took off my shirt and skirt carefully, careful not to muss or wrinkle them. I didn't need any knowing glances from clients, let alone my co-workers. Not that I cared what they said. But I didn't like the drama which seemed to be everywhere these days.

I was already wet. I was already aching for Danny to fuck me; a frenzied, nasty session. I reached for Danny, pulling him on me, eager for his lips on mine, his body covering me. A growl escaped my lips that I couldn't stifle. My hands frantically undid his shirt and I smiled as I saw his hands move toward his pants. I didn't want to have to contend with any more buttons and zippers than I had to.

I kissed him deeply, my tongue tangling with his, my hands in his hair. I sucked gently at his lower lips as I then moved my hands his chest to his already hard cock. While I loved to give blow jobs this wasn't the time. We would have plenty of time for that later, now that we were going to be fuckbuddies. I stroked him a few times, impressed with his size and that he was already hard. This was going to be fun.

"Danny...please, fuck me...please..." Desperate longing caused my voice to tremble a bit. I shifted slightly, getting my lower body at the right angle for him to penetrate me. "Please...i want you so fucking bad..."

 

[deWrack]

Ron

OOC: Sorry I've been away....hopefully this'll pick up again quickly.
IC: Suzette came over first, sitting beside me at my table near the back of the bar. The lights were, of course, lower here, and she grinned with a chuckle when she saw the obvious affect on my crotch as she sat down.
"I see we got the hoped for reaction," she said, nodding to my cock.
I always thought it bad - and counterproductive - etiquette to ever immediately comment on a dancer's body upon first talking to her. "They get that from every jackass in the bar and elsewhere," was always my thought. "Best to distinguish yourself."
I didn't have to work hard, as I saw that Suzette had the same taste in booze I did. She was drinking a captain and coke, with a wedge of lime still impaled on the side of her glass.
"And I see you got the drink I left for you," I replied.
She nodded, and rubbed the top of my leg. "Of course, thank you. It's just too bad they water them down for us so we don't get out of hand.."
"And they don't waste good booze they can overcharge for," I completed her sentence.
She turned quickly to me, sitting to my right, as if surprised I knew the ways they got shorted as dancers, as well as the nature of the business we were playing differing roles in.
"Exactly," is all she said.
"Well, nevertheless I enjoyed the show immensely. Are you two...........really...."
"Sisters? Of course," she said. "But don't let that discourage you or pressure you into a choice. Neither one of us are two competitive with each other. We're very protective of each other, and, well....we have similar tastes."
Suzette winked at me, squeezed my leg a little and then seemed to remember manners that I forgot that I had as well.
"By the way, I'm Suzette," she said, extending her right hand while keeping her left in a back and forth motion on my leg, doing a good job to maintain my hard-on without actually touching me.
"Ron Nash," I replied, shaking her soft hand.
"My sister's name is Anastasia. I'll introduce you to her when she gets here," Suzette said, looking around the bar before spotting her sister picking up her own drink.
Rum and Cream soda.
She began her journey to our table, and Suzette confided something I hoped to see further proof of later.
"My sister's a little more forward than I am," she said, noting how Anastasia allowed herself to be stopped by admirers three times between the bar and our table. She looked up after the third one, and made an obviously concentated effort to reach us, finally.
"So," she said, lifting her drink and lowering her voice, "are we gonna fuck tonight or what's the plan?"
The other two shows done by the girls, though increasingly provocative and stimulating, could not go quickly enough for me. At night's end, it was Anastasia who first left the dressing room, approaching me with her overnight bag in hand. Our conversation through the night told her that I was not a local but rather a businessman in town for a brief time.
"I take it we're going to your hotel," she said firmly. "That's good. I like the idea of not having to worry about what you tear up in a wild night of sex....especially when I play with Suzette.....You'll see."
I laughed, and Suzette finally emerged, and though the pair of them were walked out by an imposing bouncer, they assured him it was alright, that I was their father, and they were going home for a visit.
If any of us knew the irony of those words at the time.

 

[cute_girl1]

Anastasia

Anastasia was the first of the twins to leave the dressing room. Her sister was more than likely making a call to Amber her friend to come and pick up thier car. She came out wearing sneakers, a blue jean mini skirt and pink tank top. She had a light blue overnight bag in her hand.

Suzette finally came out of the dressing rooms. "its about time slowpoke." Anastasia teased. The three started to walk out together only to be stoped by one of the bouncers that always kept an eye out on the twins.

Suzette had said something about the guy was there father and they were going to visit him. Anastasia had gotten in the backseat of the man's car, while her sister got into the front.

The three chatted on the way to the hotel. It was not a five star hotel but it was not a cheap run down hotel either. The girls followed him to his room. It was nice. Suzette was the first one on the bed

 

[MelancholyBaby]

OOC:

I think deWrack has quit Lit for good so I think this thread is pretty much done unless you want to revive it with some new writers...