Miles | The Investment Committee

Andee knew that civilization wouldn’t end with war or pestilence.  She knew it would die slowly, smothered under the weight of all the meetings that are called to make decisions that should take five minutes, tops.  Several years earlier she had joined the board at a small foundation that was hopelessly understaffed.  Because she showed the most analytical talents, she eventually got responsibility for everything financial.  Today, she had the third board committee meeting in three days, and she had just about had it.  The foundation’s results had been just fine last year.  She wanted to ask the other trustees if they had read her report, and if they had any questions.  No?  Meeting adjourned, then.

But it didn’t work that way, and she knew it.  Instead a group of genuinely nice board members would come together for a morning and pore over reports and presentations as if they meant something, and then decide to leave the portfolio alone.  Or change it by a snick.  It really didn’t matter much.  With the way the portfolio was growing, only a fool would tinker with the basics, and she had seen there were no fools on this committee.

Instead, they were generous donors and respected members of the community.  Some, she felt, suffered from the gene pool running out before the family trust fund, but at least none of them were malicious.  She had learned long ago that straight, gentle talk went a long way toward bending them to her will, and today her will wanted them to do very little.

As was her usual mode, she wore a businesslike, but nicely tailored, suit over a cream coloured silk blouse.  Part of her command over this committee was the combination of proper, serious attitude and a warmth that when applied could almost melt the heart of any committee member, male or female.  A professional girl next door.

The meeting started with her review of the performance of the funds.  After a reasonably strong year in a turbulent stock market, the foundation was ahead of its targets, and the committee members smiled in a most satisfied way.  The meeting logically could have ended there, but instead the committee followed its ritual of having a “deep” conversation with the portfolio manager responsible for most of their investments.  At other times this would have been a bother to Andee, but not this year.

Mitchell Wilcox was in his mid-40’s and somewhat bookish.  He was far from the typical, slick money manager, but he could carry himself with a sometimes-disarming directness and sincerity.  Andee had noticed him before at these meetings, but it wasn’t until she had attended one of his seminars a few months before that she thought she got a glimpse at the inner man.  Maybe it was her imagination, but she liked what she saw.

As Mitch was walking the committee through his presentation, Andee’s concentration evaporated.  She drifted back to that morning in the shower when thoughts of this man prompted her to linger with the shower massage.  She sometimes masturbated, but as a respectable married woman with children and a career, she had noticed her sensual side begin to wane.  But this morning the thought of Mitch’s tongue on her clit, accompanied by the pulsing flow of water actually doing the job, started her day with a nice explosion.

She had another surprise that day.  While in that playful mood, she got dressed without any underwear.  The touch of the silk on her nipples and the breeze wafting between her legs would serve to extend her feelings.

She had almost stopped hearing voices in the meeting, and she was finding it increasingly difficult to stay still.  She found herself shifting in her chair, moisture building between her legs.  She wanted desperately to reach under her jacket and stroke her nipples.  Even more she wanted Mitchell’s mouth to do the job.

Andee knew she had to snap herself back to the present, but she just could not bear to engage in a discussion of global interest rates.  Only Mitch really knew what he was talking about, and she wasn’t absolutely sure about him.  She needed to do something active, and her morning playfulness had not completely gone away.

The room was structured with tables in a large V.  The Board Chairman and Andee sat at the end, while the committee fanned out to either side.  Mitch was standing at the open end working a laptop connected to an overhead projector.  The way people were sitting, only Mitch had a view of Andee’s legs under the table.  She knew this well.

Andee’s suits were all an appropriate length for business, mid-knee or just above.  But she was aware of the opportunities for a straight lined skirt covering very shapely legs.  As the presentation moved on, she simply crossed and uncrossed her legs.  Each time was pure modesty in motion, but each time the area exposed above her knees grew.  She waited patiently.

And then it happened.  Mitch had been describing a chart next to the screen and turned to advance the PowerPoint.  At that moment Andee again uncrossed and crossed her legs.  Mitch couldn’t help but notice the motion, and he wondered if he really saw what he thought he did.  What he was sure of was that Andee’s wonderful legs were not covered in stockings and that his view was unobstructed to beyond mid-thigh.

Mitchell didn’t know it yet but the game was engaged.  Andee watched his movements carefully and synchronized her leg movements to be just a second too quick or too late for a good peek from the presenter.  She saw he was cool, but she also noticed a heightened anxiety in his face as he could see ever more leg, but always failing to see her treasures.

As he struggled not to be too obvious in his primary efforts, he sped through the presentation and the questions from the board members.  Andee paid enough attention to be plausibly engaged, but she knew Mitchell wasn’t being stretched by the questions and there would be no quiz later.  She alternated between watching Mitchell and her watch.  Was that a bigger bulge showing now?  Her moisture increased at the thought she was influencing him in this way.

Finally, the noon hour approached and the committee wrapped up their efforts.  Handshakes, smiles and good-byes all around.  In what had become a ritual, Andee had invited both Mitch and the Board Chair to lunch after the meeting.  Someplace nice.  She knew that Mitch would pick up the tab.  She had counted on the Board Chair to bow out because of his busy schedule, which was another part of the ritual.  He didn’t disappoint.

After tidying up the conference room and disposing of sensitive materials, Andee and Mitch headed out to the parking lot.  Mitch had driven his new Lexus RX400h to the meeting.  It showed a measure of success, but didn’t scream out that he was being overpaid.  He walked Andee to the passenger side and opened the door for her.  She gracefully got in while managing to still show her legs to good advantage.  These unfulfilled upskirt opportunities were beginning to drive Mitch crazy.

As they drove to the restaurant they recapped the meeting and agreed it had gone well.  Good returns were always a helpful ingredient to a smooth meeting.  Andee was still in a playful mood, however, and she decided the conversation needed a new direction.

“Mitch, I couldn’t help but notice you seemed a little distracted toward the end of the meeting.  Was there something wrong?” she asked as innocently as she could.

Mitchell weighed his options carefully, and wondered how far to go.  Caution was in order.  “Distracted?  Really?  I’m sorry if it seemed that way.”

Sensing he was being guarded, Andee slowly uncrossed her legs and made no effort to keep her skirt down.  “Jesus,” thought Mitch, ”Driving is worse than presenting!”  Once again he had an apparent opportunity and no success. 

He pulled into the parking lot.  Andee suggested that they park behind the restaurant to take advantage of the trees and shade for the car.  He agreed, and steered the vehicle toward the back of the lot and backed into a protected spot.  He got out of the car, but Andee didn’t move. 

As he walked around the car she hiked her skirt up another four inches.  Her thoughts flashed back to the shower and Mitch’s tongue.  Before he opened the door, he saw her legs.  He could barely keep a normal expression as he played the gentleman.  She slowly lowered one leg out of the SUV raising her skirt even more.  There would be no missed opportunity this time for poor Mitch. 

“Is this what was distracting you at the meeting?” she whispered.  Mitch looked down and saw Andee’s full bush.  Traces of moisture could be seen on her lips.  She ran her hand up and down her thigh of the leg extending out of the car.

“Now that you mention it, yes.  Well, actually, no.”  He was almost stammering now.  “That’s what I wanted to see, but you were always just a bit too careful.”

“Ah, you’re a bad boy,” she giggled.  “You’re taking a good look now.”

“Yes, and I like what I see.”

Her hand moved up and spread her lips apart.  “This is a better look, no?”  She was breathing heavily being both excited and surprised by her bold behavior.

“Yes, much better,” uttered Mitch as his eyes alternated between her wet slit and her lustful expression.

“You look a little hungry.  Interested in a little pre-lunch snack?” she cooed.

He didn’t have to be asked twice.  His mouth descended upon her thighs, quickly planting kisses and licks as he moved up toward her waiting pussy.  She didn’t have to wait long.  He began to gently lick the length of her slit as she held her lips apart.  As he reached her prominent clit, small kisses alternated with tiny flicks of his tongue driving her toward rapture.

Electric sensations coursed through her body.  With her free hand she unbuttoned her suit jacket and began massaging her nipples through the softness of the silk blouse.  It felt like she was wired with a thousand points of contact and they were all firing at once.  Her moans became quite audible.

Mitch’s tongue work was masterful.  As Andee’s hips reacted to his motion he sped up the pace of the licking, but kept the touch light.  Andee could feel an imminent orgasm.  As he heard the telltale noises of a woman about to come, Mitch took her clit into his mouth and began sucking in and out.  This was too much for Andee.  She bit on one hand to stifle her cries of pleasure while pushing Mitch’s face hard against her pussy with the other.  Her orgasm was intense.

Now it was Mitch’s turn for the mischievous expression.  He looked up at Andee with a huge grin, and she laughed out loud.  It was not his expression that was so funny, but the coating of her pussy juices glistening on his mouth and chin.

“I think you better use this,” she said as she handed him a tissue from her purse.  They both cleaned up as best they could and then the reality of what they had just done hit them both.  They looked around the parking lot and saw nobody about.  The shade strategy had bought them some privacy.

“Let’s go inside.  You may have eaten already, but I’m really starved!”  Andee couldn’t resist the coarse comment, and Mitchell only laughed and shook his head.

“I really don’t want to lose your taste, but a glass of wine would be a nice complement now.”  Mitch extended his hand and Andee slid out of the SUV.  They walked into the restaurant without touching further.

They were shown to a nice table for two at the middle of the restaurant along the wall.  There was a bouquet of summer blossoms simply placed on a white tablecloth.  Andee took the seat on the bench and Mitch sat opposite.  After their drive and interlude in the parking lot, they were starting late and the restaurant was less than half full.

After ordering a nice bottle of Chablis 1er Cru, they scanned the lunch menu quickly.  Everything looked good, but nothing intrigued them more than each other.  Andee ordered hearts of palm salad and grilled scallops.  Mitch started with roasted peppers and fresh mozzarella, followed by seared tuna.  The wine would marry well with this food.

They chatted away over the excellent wine.  They had always focused on their professional relationship before.  Now, for the first time they really talked about each other.  Andee was quite pleased that her animal attraction for Mitch was reinforced by a compatible set of interests and his quick wit.  As they ate and chatted, Mitch took off his right loafer and slowly rubbed the back of Andee’s calf.

The first bottle of wine was done just as the main courses arrived, and Mitch ordered a second without a moment’s hesitation.  They shared entrees and laughed easily.  As the meal passed the lust first demonstrated in the car began coming back.  Mitch moved his foot up Andee’s leg and along the inside of her thigh.  Her eyes opened a bit in surprise, but her legs also parted.  He moved his foot under her skirt until he could feel her pubic hair through the thin sock he was wearing.

He was slowly stroking her pussy lips with his big toe as the waitress came over to offer dessert options. Andee could hardly concentrate on the recitation, and Mitch just smiled and nodded at each suggestion.  Finally the waitress said, “And of course, our specialty is soufflé and today we have chocolate, Grand Marnier and raspberry.  Of course, you probably should have ordered them earlier.  They take about 25 minutes.”

Mitch looked at Andee and asked, “Are you in a big hurry?”

“Not me,” came the reply.  “The chocolate sounds like a decadent way to celebrate our successful meeting.  What do you think?”

“Absolutely.”

The waitress smiled, but before she could leave, Andee pointedly said to her, “Since we are running a little late, we may have to call the office while we are waiting.  If you don’t see us for a couple of minutes, don’t worry.”

Mitch was crestfallen.  Phone the office?  What went wrong between the main course and ordering dessert?

Andee saw Mitch’s puzzlement and reached down under the table and gave his foot a squeeze.  “I have to go to the ladies room.  Don’t you have to go too?”

Mitch lit up, finally understanding her little plot.  “Sure.  We’ve got time.”

They walked together toward the hall leading to the restrooms.  Mitch prominently displayed his cellular phone, looking completely ridiculous, but Andee indulged him in his attempted misdirect.  They opened the door to their respective rooms and looked around.  Empty.  Mitch started to push Andee into the ladies room.

“Wait,” she held back, “I really do have to go.  Give me a couple of minutes and then come back.”

Mitch nodded and then ducked into the men’s room for his business and a quick wash up.

The wait seemed like an eternity, but then he decided to go next door.  He had listened for other people’s movement and had heard none, but he couldn’t be sure.  After checking that the hall was clear, he slowly opened the ladies’ room door.

What he saw astounded him.  Andee was at the vanity bending forward putting on lipstick.  Her skirt was completely above her waist and her ass beckoned him like a cat in heat.  He wondered what would have happened if it wasn’t him going into the bathroom but some blue haired lady.  He didn’t dwell on the thought.

She turned as she saw him in the mirror and they embraced hard.  Tongues feverishly probed and hands were everywhere.  Mitch reached under Andee’s blouse and groped her breasts in a crude way consistent with the unbridled passion being expressed.

Andee steered Mitch toward one of the two stalls and closed the door behind them.  She then undid his pants and dropped them and his briefs to the floor.  His thick cock was at full attention and about to get an application of the new lipstick.  Thankfully, this was a classy place with very clean restrooms.  Andee didn’t think twice about sitting Mitch down and getting on her knees.  She wanted that shaft in her mouth.

As she licked and sucked, Mitch actually thought about how thankful he was for the wine.  Without it he would have blown his load in the restaurant while he was rubbing Andee’s pussy.  The alcohol would give him a little staying power in this supercharged environment.  But he wouldn’t last that long.

When she tea-bagged him he let out a cry.  His balls were ultra-tight and he could feel his orgasm mounting.  He pulled Andee up and said, “Do you want me inside you?”  She smiled, nodded, and pulled her skirt to her waist.

She straddled Mitch and teased him with her pussy just inches in front of his face.  He thought he should give her a few licks for lubrication.  He didn’t have to.  She was literally dripping pussy juice.  She slowly lowered herself onto his fully erect cock and began bouncing up and down.  Mitch had one hand on her ass and one rubbing her breasts.

Andee had never positioned herself quite this way before and it was incredible for her.  Her intensity grew, as did her pace.  Her problem came as they both approached orgasm.  She literally got weak in the knees.  As the first waves of orgasm spread through her body she collapsed on Mitch, no longer able to hold herself up.  As his orgasm shot a stream of milky fluid deep inside her he had to brace to take her weight without falling in!

Gasping for air and laughing, they kissed and kissed again.  This was pure passion and they had enjoyed the equivalent of a peak vintage year.  Slowly they composed themselves, dabbing away with toilet paper the best they could.  Clothes were rearranged without too many extra wrinkles.  Andee left the stall, checked her hair and ducked out.  Mitch followed in a minute.

As Mitch crossed the main dining room, this time putting away his phone for show, he saw Andee.  There was no hiding the look. This woman had just had sex and it had been great. She actually lit up the room, and he wondered how many of the other remaining patrons had noticed. He sat down as she was pouring out the last two glasses of wine.

A minute later the soufflé appeared, and it was divine.  Andee hoped her expression could be attributed to the chocolate, but wasn’t sure.  They ate amid oohs and ahs, but little other conversation.

The check arrived and it was after three o’clock. They knew it was time to go, but didn’t really want to. Mitch left a generous tip and thanked the waitress for everything.

“Superb, really superb. And the soufflé was worth every minute of the wait.”

Once again they crossed the parking lot without touching. The perfect professional couple. As they drove back to Andee’s office they held hands like teenagers. Upon pulling into the complex they disengaged. Andee told Mitch just to pull up in front of her office. 

As he stopped and put the vehicle into park, she reached across for a very platonic handshake. 

“Thanks. Thanks for everything. You did a great job,” she said. “Start thinking about the next meeting’s materials. I may want you back before next year.”

She smiled, got out before Mitch could say much of anything, and then closed the door. He lowered her window and leaned over. 

“You’re spectacular,” he whispered. And then followed it with, “I’m already thinking about some new approaches. I’ll call you to discuss.”

Andee smiled again, waved and retreated into her building. Mitch watched her and as he planned his return trip he could already feel a stirring in his pants. This would be some ride.

Camel | Private Dancer - Part 2

The following Saturday, CJ and I went out to a local adult store and selected the outfit for my routine. I had spent all week trying to select the right mix of music, based on what Savannah had told me, and getting myself psyched up for the moment.

I was waiting in the hotel room for Nigel to show up, wearing the sexy little number my hubby had picked out. When I heard a knock on the door, I knew this was the moment I had been fantasizing about since the first time we even talked about.

After giving Nigel a brief kiss on the cheek, I invited him to sit on the chair in the middle of the room. Then without saying anything more, I pressed the play button on my stereo and slowly began to sway to the rhythm of the music. At first I felt a little strange. Here I was, a married mother of two, in a hotel room with a guy we met in a strip club - giving him a private dance.

At first I did a few teasing little moves: running my hands across his shoulders, putting my foot on the chair between his legs and tossing my hair in his face and down to his crotch. After the first song, I could tell he was starting to really get into my little act. The bulge in his pants had started to swell.

In my own mind I was also getting turned on. My thoughts went back to the night in the club when he gave me a really good fingering - and then left me with a dripping pussy and almost no satisfaction. I kept thinking that this would be my own little payback to him, get him good and horny and send him on his way.

My second song was a sexy, slow number. But this time, instead of touching him, I just swayed in front of him, running my hands across my own body, just like Savannah had instructed me to do. When I would get to my crotch, I would slide my hands between my legs and then back out, pulling up the hem of my very mini skirt. I was totally getting into myself, and kept running my hand back down to my moist pussy. By the time the song had ended, my thong was almost dripping from how much I had wound myself up.

And just like Savannah had told me that night at the club, I used my third song to really get Nigel going. As I started to grind my butt into his lap, his cock was straining to get out from underneath his pants. I straddled him and pulled off the top, tossing it onto the bed beside us. I raised my breasts very close to his face and began to play with my nipples, pulling on the ring that ran through my left nipple. I undid the buttons on his shirt, and with a swift move I learned from teasing my hubby, pulled it down and behind the chair so his arms with kind of held in place.

When the song ended, I got down on the floor in front of him, waiting on my hands and knees for the final song to begin. My pussy was soaking by this point, and if he was horny, I didn't care because I was totally into the way I was feeling. With my ass pointed at him, I pulled down the little thong from underneath the skirt. I knew my cunt was swollen with excitement.

I kept in this position and put a hand between my legs. I started to toy with my lips, slowly parting them to give him a view right up inside my little love hole. I almost lost myself as I began to run my middle finger in and out of it, thinking back to when Nigel had gotten me all worked up in the club that night.

It almost killed me to have to stop playing so much as I remembered what I was there for. I turned around and laid on my back, with my dripping muff now fully exposed to Nigel's intent stare. I could see from his pants that he was close to bursting. I crawled over to him and began to rub him through the material. He leaned back and let out a little moan of approval. I knew this guy was close to be complete putty in my horny little fingers.

Forgetting what Savannah had said about contact, I put my head in his lap and used my mouth to undo the zipper on Nigel's pants. He tried to grab at my hair, but my little move earlier had left him with just enough movement to frustrate the hell out of him. Using my fingers, I pulled his pants down just enough to expose his crotch. There was a huge wet spot on his underwear from the pre-cum I had managed to work out of him. I then pulled the hem of his jockey's down and released his swollen monster. Nigel was nicely put together. Not huge, but well shaped and thick.

Now that I had managed to get his cock out from his pants, I could see that I had accomplished what I set out to do. He was rock hard and standing straight up. I knelt down right between his legs, putting my face just an inch away from his swollen dick.

"So, I guess I win," I said with a mischievous look in my eyes.

"Baby...never mind a lap dancer, you're so hot you could be a high-paid feature at the club," he said.

I slowly ran my finger along the shaft of his cock. It looked very delicious and I knew that in just a matter of seconds I would be slurping on it for all I was worth. I slowly began to swirl a little of his pre-cum around the head of his cock. Then I licked it off the end of my finger, all the while looking right into his eyes. I could tell that I had this guy in my control.

"A feature, eh?" I said. "That's a very interesting twist to this little bet of yours."

Without breaking eye contact, I slid my tongue out from my lips and lightly licked the tip of his dick. I could sense his frustration as his hips moved forward with each tiny taste I got, as if he was trying to slide his cock closer toward my mouth.

"And just what do I have to do to get that job," I said, just before I slid my tongue along his entire swollen shaft. Nigel's cock twitched against my tongue, and he closed his eyes and arched his back. I was very tempted to just suck his cock, but I wanted to really get this guy off.

I held is cock straight up and slowly licked around the head, tasting his pre-cum. I moved down to the spot just below the head, where my hubby tells me all the feeling is in a guy's dick and really set to work, flicking my tongue and getting Nigel really wet with my saliva. His hands were trying hard to grab me...and I had finally had enough of the teasing. I reached over and undid the buttons on his shirt cuffs so he had a lot more movement. In a flash Nigel had both of his hands on my head, his fingers wrapped in my hair, and was guiding my mouth down his cock.

He felt so good in my mouth. His flesh was hot and I couldn't remember if I'd ever had a bigger dick sliding down my throat. I pushed back against his grip, not wanting to waste all my work on just a quick blowjob. This guy was hot, tasty and damn hard. I was sure I wanted a lot more of this cock before my "private dance" was done.

I wrapped my lips around Nigels lovely cock and continued to slide up and down his shaft. I could sense he was getting closer to coming when his hands pulled my hair and his hips started to grind up and down in rhythm with my own motions. He felt so hard in my mouth, and really delicious. I'm not normally a swallower, but this man had me thinking. It took all my resolve to pull my mouth off this magnificent dick.

Nigel protested, almost begging me to continue. His hand moved to his cock and his started to stroke himself. I kneeled before him for a second. I love watching a man do that to himself. But I was wet and really horny.

"You never answered me," I said, flashing my best flirtatious look up at him.

"Do you want to cum Nigel," I asked. He nodded his agreement.

"Do you want me to make you cum?"

He moaned back at me and his pumping rhythm increased. I grabbed his hand and pulled it away from his cock. I didn't want this to end in him shooting his load on his own.

"I want you to make me cum," he said, almost begging for release.

"How bad? Bad enough to say you lost the bet?" I teased.

"Yes," he answered. "You won the bet."

I stood up and straddled Nigel in the chair, my pussy was so wet that he slid his entire dick deep into me without any resistance. It felt so good to have him inside me. I could feel the heat between my legs and in my pussy. His dick felt like a steel rod because he was so hard. I began to rock back and forth, sliding every lovely inch of him in and out of my cunt.

As I would slide him back in, my clit would rub against him and send little twinges of delight through my body. Nigel put his hands on my ass and we started to pick up the pace. In no time we were fucking like mad, his cock driving in and out of me. Nigel was so hard and it felt so good when he would be deep inside me. I could sense he was getting ready to shoot his load when he dug his fingers into my ass cheeks and his dick got even harder.

"Are you going to let me dance," I asked. Nigel was too into our fucking to answer, so I slowed rigth down.

"No baby, don't stop now," he begged, driving his dick deeper into me.

"Are you going to let me dance," I repeated, now completely stopped.

"Yes, yes I'll let you dance. God, let me cum and you can dance anytime you want," he said. "I need to cum...please Andee...let me cum."

I squeezed my pussy around his shaft buried deep inside me and began to ride him again. With one hand I began to play with my clit, rubbing it in time with our fucking. I was swollen and so hot down there. My fingers worked their magic and in a matter of seconds I could sense my own orgasm swelling up. I tossed my head back and forced my nipple into Nigel's mouth. His lips felt incredible and he nibbled and suck for all he was worth. That sent me over the edge. I grabbed his head with my other hand and pulled his mouth even tighter onto my tit. I shuddered with passion as my orgasm sent my mind spinning. I was moaning and twitching, still pumping up and down on Nigel's cock.

I was so wet from my orgasm that my juices had dribbled onto his balls. I continued to grind my cunt up and down, back and forth on his rod. I could sense he was close. I reached around with my hand and began to massage his balls and that little spot just underneath them. Nigel moaned and arched his back. I pulled my other hand back from my clit and stuck my finger into his mouth, giving him a taste of me and my own cum. He threw his head back and dug his fingers into my butt as hard as he could. I felt his cock throb a couple times and then his release. He came hard, deep inside me. I could feel his hot cum shooting into me cunt.

I collapsed onto him, squeezing my pussy until he had been completely drained. I stayed in this position for a few minutes, relishing the moment and sensations. After a while I kind of sat back up, gave Nigel a deep passionate kiss and looked deep into his eyes. It was hard to tell who really had "won" this little bet. We both had managed to get one incredible fuck, and I had talked my way into a new weekend job. My fantasy would finally be reality when I would take to the stage and perform a little private dance - well, private for about 100 guys.

Camel | Private Dancer

After my husband and I began to explore a little sexually, he said he wanted to take me to a strip club. I had seen male dancers before - which is an awful lot of fun - but had never seen inside a "gentlemens club". It's not that I'm not open-minded to the idea, it's just the opportunity had never arisen.

After going through the usual routine of getting ready for the night out, we headed off to one of the nicer clubs in town. I had decided that a simple black skirt, heels and button white top would be the best choice. I wasn't trying to make any kind of statement, but wanted to look good, given the fact that every guy in the room would be focused on the dancers and not me.

As we drove to the club, known affectionately in town as "the Pole", CJ explained that an acquaintance of his managed the club and had arranged for us to have a good table. I suspected that what he really meant was that he had spent so much money in the joint that the manager agreed to hold a table close to the stage.

When we got there, the place was fairly crowded. A girl on the main stage was going through her routine, while a few others were spread out around the main room doing table dances. I was surprised to see the audience included a few other couples, which put me at ease.

CJ introduced our host as Nigel, the club manager. He led us to an intimate booth at the back of the room. From here, he explained, we could see the feature dancer on stage, and have a good view of the table dances. Nigel was a handsome man, with short dark brown hair and a neatly trimmed goatee. As we walked to our table, I looked around at some of the men that were in the audience. Some of the guys had their hands on their crotches under the table, and a few gave me the head-to-toe examination as I strode by. It was definitely a sexually charged atmosphere.

The guys allowed me to slide into the booth first. I felt a little better not sitting right out in the open, wanting to slowly get used to the whole thing. CJ sat beside, and Nigel in a chair with his back to the stage. After we had ordered our drinks at the table, Nigel waved over this tall and slim blonde dancer. When she leaned over the table to speak with him, I got a really good view of her breasts. They weren't huge, but definitely enhanced. I couldn't exactly make out what they were saying, but next thing I know, she's putting one of those wooden boxes in front the chair. She took CJ's hand and directed him to sit in the chair, facing her and the rest of the room Nigel slid into the booth and moved around to sit beside me.

"I lost a little bet with CJ," he whispered in my ear. "So, I'm going to have her dance for him as payback."

I asked Nigel exactly what kind of bet would involve a table dance as payback - especially when he manages the strip club. I found out that when CJ made the arrangements for our night out, Nigel said he didn't think I would actually join them. I debated his point, saying that I'm very open-minded, and besides, I might enjoy a table dancer myself. In almost mock indignation, I turned my back slightly to Nigel, and watched as the show for my husband began.

The blonde started off her routine with a little teasing. My husband glanced over at me as she tossed her hair around his lap. I winked at him and mouthed "enjoy" to him. I could feel Nigel was more intent on watching my reactions to the turn of events...or maybe he was just looking. I consider myself a pretty attractive woman, and have managed to turn a few heads on my own. He had managed to inch his way closer to me, and I could feel him right behind me on the seat.

"So, tell me Nigel," I said turning away from the dancer and leaning into our host a little, flirting with him. "What does a girl like her really make doing all that?"

"About two grand a week," he said without a thought. His eyes were dark, and warm. This was the first time I got to really look at him closely. He was a very good-looking man, with that kind of rugged look, but with an aura of passion.

"No shit!" I was stunned to think that anyone could take home a cheque like that just for rubbing her ass in some guy's lap. I turned to watch the blonde continue to do her thing with my husband. Judging by his intent look, I knew he was really enjoying the gift from our host.

"Geez, I don't even make that a month...and I went to college for my job," I said with a slight hint of indignation. I knew that the kind of job these girls had came with some good financial rewards, but it wasn't a very healthy lifestyle.

"I'm sure you'd make one hell of sexy dancer," Nigel said. At first I thought this was just his little flirtation back at me. As he said this, he placed his hand on my thigh under our table. I wasn't sure where this was going, but I wasn't about to make any rash decisions - so I just let him keep his hand there. His other arm came up behind me and half rested on the top of the seat and my shoulders.

I continued to watch the girl dancing. She was really putting on a show for CJ, running her hands along his thighs, lowering her head to his lap, and surely just millimetres away from his dick. I shifted a little so I could see if my husband was getting a hard-on with all the teasing the girl was doing. As I did, my leg brushed against our host. Nigel leaned closer in to me. He slid his hand slid a little higher up my thigh and more towards that warm spot between them. I parted my legs just a little, but not enough to suggest that I was looking for anything more than his touch.

"In fact, I'm willing to bet you the same amount of money she makes in one week dancing, that you have exactly what it takes to be a dancer," he whispered in my ear.

"But that doesn't sound like a bet with a loosing side," I said without taking my eyes off the stripper. "What happens if I'm not?"

Nigel leaned even closer, and his finger found it's way to my pussy. I knew he'd be able to feel just how turned on I had been getting by watching the dancer, his touch and this kind of talk. By now I was starting to question my decision to wear anything under my skirt. But then again, I wasn't really expecting to be sitting in a strip club getting felt up by anyone other than my husband. As his lightly ran his finger along the outside of my panties, I closed my eyes in delight. I'm sure if he had continued I would have been shuddering in orgasm.

"Then you come and work for me here. One night, no strings, but no pay..."

"What do I have to do in this little bet of yours?" I asked without opening my eyes. I was still enjoying his touch way too much.

"One lap dance, four songs, just like her," he said. Nigel then slowly sucked my earlobe into his mouth. His breath was warm in my ear, and this drove me crazy.

"OK," I responded, before I even had a chance to second guess myself. "One private show, four songs and that's it."

I had completely surprised myself. I think I'm a pretty adventurous person, but I had never thought I'd end up agreeing to something quite like this. As if to seal the deal, I parted my legs under the table even more. I reached down between my legs and pulled the leg of my panties to the side, exposing my pussy to his touch. Nigel worked his finger round my now accessible dripping pussy. His touch felt incredible. Slowly he traced the outsides of my swollen lips, lightly running his finger up and then down, and then all over again. I leaned back into him, enjoying the moment. After getting me completely wet, he finally slid his finger deep into my pussy. I squeezed the muscles tightly as he began to finger fuck me.

"God, that feels so good," I said, slowly grinding myself against his touch.

I was getting so into his efforts that I hadn't even noticed the last song for CJ's dancer had ended. Nigel, perhaps not wanting to create an unnecessary scene, pulled his hand from between my legs. I opened my eyes and was about to protest when it hit me what I had just agreed to. I had made a deal to give this guy a private lap dance.

CJ turned around and glanced down at my lap. My own hand was still there and the hem of my skirt had exposed me to his view. I quickly adjusted myself - and noticed that a few of the patrons sitting close by had been watching. I wasn't sure if they could see what was happening to me, or had simply turned to watch the dancer with my husband. He winked at me and asked if I had enjoyed the show. The look on his face told me he knew something devilish was going on, but that maybe I was the one not in on the whole story.

Nigel hung around with us until closing time. I was almost fit to be tied, being so horny from the work Nigel had done on me, and the conversation that was taking place as each different girl got on stage to do her routine. Nigel and CJ would share their thoughts on what the girl was doing.

My jaw damn near hit the floor when CJ told Nigel that he should sign me up for a job.

The girl who had done the lap dance for my husband joined us at the table just as I was about to launch into my protest. Our host introduced her as Savannah, and it soon become apparent that she and Nigel had something going.

"Andee really enjoyed your dance," he told her. "And thinks that she can be just as hot."

I was practically speechless, since I had never said anything about her dancing. CJ kept looking at me with this strange look on his face. I was beginning to think I had been set up.

"Don't tell me he managed to talk you into a private show," Savannah said, with a little giggle. "Or should I say finger you into the deal...That's one of his oldest tricks in his book."

The three of them laughed, while I blushed at having been drawn into their game.

"Sweetie, there's no reason to be embarrassed," she said, gently stroking my hair. "Your husband has been in here for weeks asking questions and figuring out a way for you to live out one of your fantasies."

I was a little shocked. I hadn't really told CJ that I secretly wanted to strip in a club. Nothing more than just a one-time experience, but just for the thrill of being up on stage, having all those horny guys watching my ever move, getting them hard and turned on by teasing and wriggling to the music.

The guys got up to go shoot some pool while I tried to digest what I had gotten myself into. Savannah turned out to be quite the intelligent and charming girl. Unlike the stereotype of a "girl dancing her way through college", she was one who figured out that in a very short time she could make a lot of money - and experience a lot of hot times along the way.

I asked her if she had any advice for me, given that I was not about to welsh on my bet.

"OK. There's a real simple set-up. You use your first song to get his interest. A little teasing, running your hands, tossing your hair. Then, for your second song, you show him you're interested in how you feel. Lots of touching yourself, showing him a little more flesh, getting a little closer to him, but not touching.

"The third song is when you really want to pick it up. Faster music, faster moves. By the end, your top should be off and your boobs an inch from his eyes," she explained with a girlish laugh.

"And finally, the last song is where you try to take him just about as far as he can go before his splits his jeans. You saw how I was riding your husband's lap, rubbing myself on him...just remember, he's not allowed to move his hands," she said.

"After that, Hun, it's strictly between you and him," Savannah said, giving me a mischievous wink.

I was thinking that I knew what she was getting at, but until then, it hadn't crossed my mind that this would be anything more than me living up to my end of the deal.

Before we left the club, CJ and Nigel worked out the plans. My little dance would take place the following weekend at a nearby hotel. I would wait for Nigel to show up, perform my routine, and then he would head back to work. It sounded simple enough.

To be continued ...