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Hunting. A sport where the young lack experience and patience. Whereas the older more experience hunter bides his time and chooses battles more wisely. At twenty nine I'd learned from those before me. Tonight brought me to the local go-go bar, the Waterfall. Wearing a black dress shirt with matching pants and shoes I blended in with the shadows. The Waterfall is one of the classier joints in the area. It had the typical rectangular stage commanding the center of the main room.
The left hand side had tables a dancer could perform on for individuals or groups. It was quasi-public and private. Public since should someone else look they could see the dancer and somewhat more private due to the shadows.
On the right hand side some tables had birdcages for the dancers. Behind the stage three rooms are for private dances. Private dances run from twenty dollars to three hundred dollars. Each of the rooms is further divided with cubicle style walls. And each wall has handicap handles for more "aggressive dances."
Back to the younger crowd. I've always gotten a bit of a kick out of the obvious first timers. Whatever money they bring, usually not much, doesn't last beyond the first dancer flashing her tits and whispering ideas into their heads. Being young the ladies know they don't have to do much. Plus, to keep the cops away the young ones don't get lucky anyway.
Finishing my Jack and coke I push the empty glass to the edge of the bar opposite me. Julie the bartender makes a point of bee lining for me. Her black hair pulled back into a loose ponytail. Her sharp features, tight bra, and short shorts, contrasting with her pale white skin. Her eyes are fierce, piercing orbs, with a glint of something dangerous lurking within. Freckles on her cheeks and shoulders appear faintly.
"Another?" she asks raising the empty glass and arching an eyebrow.
I nod and wink at her rewarding me with a rare hint of a smile from her. Without breaking eye contact she makes a show of bending over while mixing another drink. Her beautiful, full tits, on total display. Her cleavage begging to be set free. Standing back up she hands me the glass wrapped in a napkin. Quickly climbing up on the bar she slides down onto my lap. Wrapping her hand around the back of my head she leans in making a show of smelling my cologne. Rubbing her head on mine I hear her breathing on my ear as she nibbles on it. The swell in my pants must have been reward enough as she soon is running herself up and down its length.
"You've had me waiting too long. Go to the left hand dance room and wait in the back corner. Tonight you're mine." Julie sensually tells me. Her face alight reminds me of a huntress eyeing a prize. Leaning back in, she bites me on the neck before dismounting back across the bar. A little younger than I she still had the nimbleness wasted on younger women. Yes, mid and late twenties is still young I know. The experiences and challenges presented to both of us tended to focus one's energies.
Eyeing her pale back and legs as she vaulted over I know tonight will not end quickly. Downing more fire water I enjoy the burn down my throat and the heat in my stomach. Casually making my way to the back I find a newer dancer riding a customer. Stepping aside from the doorway I note her bare back and flowing red hair. Just as quickly I find she's naked and openly fucking. A tight ass and hips riding that dick as if tonight the world ended. Her hands clenched around the handles though she rode the devil himself. Catching a glimpse of her bared chest her C tits bounce around fiercely. Her nipples engorged stand out brazenly while flanked against an army of freckles. Her eyes locked onto the lucky youth. Sipping my drink I enjoy the show.
"Good she hasn't finished yet," says Julie as joins me, "this one is strong." Resting her head on my shoulder I pull her around front of me. Inhaling her smell I'm intoxicated and an image of prey being stalked comes to mind. Unsuspecting and unaware that the embrace of death lingers so closely. Removing my hand from her hip she moves towards the two her gate that of a predator.
A show I didn't expect and I look forward as tonight will indeed be truly different.
Once behind the red head she leans in begins kissing her neck. Light feathery kisses, delivered teasingly, the red head arches her neck for more. Reaching around, she cups a breast. Running her hand up towards the nipple again and again. Julie growls, baring her teeth at the young man being ridden. The red head slows herself going for deep thrusts and riding his dick back out slowly. Under the gaze of two dangerously gorgeous women he won't last much longer. Reaching for her hips to hasten his release Julie clasps his hands above his head.
At first surprised he smiles as both women begin French kissing each other. It begins teasingly with the red head pulling closer lusting for more. Julie pulls away eyeing the man's crotch. Quickly they travel up his body. A body made strong through weight lifting. No doubt it's easy for him to score with the ladies.
Bringing her face close to his she releases his hands touching her forehead to his. One hand wraps around his head and the other pushes against the red heads back urging them both on. Eager they both resume a faster pace. Julie's breathing mirrors the two fucking as though sharing the experience. Their bodies shaking, sweating, gyrating.
