Throbbing, and sounding like a badly silenced truck; I arrive at the club on my Harley. You have been working there on your first night. You have always said that you wanted to try the tantalising dancing at this club. I nod to the doorman, who beams at me, knowing who I am from when I dropped you off early that evening.
"She's doing real good in there," He says smiling his white teeth.
All I can do is give him a quick glance and a smile as I push both of the swing doors open and enter the club. I stand just inside, making my usual entrance. I scan the bar area and then lay my eyes on the beauty I see cavorting on stage. It's you. Oiled up and wearing just your chaps. I can just make out a thong between your thighs.
'Looks like I've come in too late' I think to myself.
You twist and turn; lifting your legs high to show the ogling guys at the front a near perfect view of your soaking crotch. I smile as I find the nearest bar stool and order a cold beer. I slip my long coat off my shoulders and sit on the leather-covered stool. My leather trousers stick to the stool, as the humidity in the club is thick with sweat and hot breath from the ogling males that sit in dark, concealed corners of the club.
I have not noticed you show your breasts yet to the throng as you keep them kept behind your black latex, wrist gloves.
'Keep them, Shari, keep them on the edge of their seats. Leave it to their imagination'
I see you place your forearm across both your glistening breasts as your right hand slides down your stomach and over you mons. You knee in front of some mop-haired youth who doesn't know what to do but stare at this electric girl that is beginning to rub herself in front of his face. He sits there, not knowing whether to touch you or himself. In a flash you get up and turn your back on the crowd. You open your legs further and place a hand on each thigh. You slowly slide down your legs and finally reach your ankles. A gasp goes up from the crowd as your breasts come into view. As quickly as they are seen, you stand bolt up right and turn your head slowly. You wink to the crowd and notice me sitting at the bar. You cover your breasts again and smile at me. You turn round and give me a two handed kiss. With that you spin round, pick up your clothes from the floor and march of stage, blowing kisses as the crowd go wild.
I sit there smiling to myself, waiting for you to come out so that we can go. In the confines of my leather trousers, my cock is trying in vain to spring free. I feel the excitement in the club as the announcer finishes your act with a short thanks and a good night. The club is finishing up. Everyone is talking about your act. It's a shame I didn't catch it all. Now I know why the doorman was grinning at me. He must have been taking sneaky peeks every once in a while.
As I was finishing the beer, a waitress comes over with a wry, cheeky smile.
"Lady has told me to say that she wants you to drive around back and pick her up from the back door." He turns away, keeping her grin towards me. She looks me up and down and smirks to herself. She continues with her rounds.
'Hmm. I wonder what she knows' I laugh to myself, and put my coat on. I wave to the bar girl and walk out the club. The doorman is busy pushing two kids away from the door as I breeze by. I hear the stupid excuses and lies about how old they are as the doorman pushes them away.
I sit on my Harley. Looking at the club. Obviously your private dancing for me wasn't enough to satisfy you. I smile to myself, as I kick the stand up and start the roaring engine into life. The doorman waves and beams again at me as I pull the bike around and head round back. I arrive at the door to find you not there. Then the door swings open slowly and you are standing there with your leather crop jacket and your chaps. By the way you have buttoned you jacket I can tell that you have not dressed properly. No bra.
"You took your time" You say as you smile at me.
"Get on, Shari. I'm going to fuck your brains out!" I grin cheekily as you swank on over to the bike. You lift your leg over the seat of the bike and sit down. You relax against the backrest and sort your leathers out.
"You wearing?" I ask,
"Just my Chaps and jacket" you say.
"Get the vibrations cleanly then, will you?" I say as I slowly bring the engine up to a shuddering chug. You slide down the seat and push your bare cooch on to the saddle.
