Chapter 1: The Dance
I couldn't believe Marcus had convinced me to go with him. This went against everything I'd ever believed in. I didn't like him going at all, but this was his birthday and I knew he had not gone to this club in ages because of me. His friends always went, and came home talking about what had went on, and I could tell Marcus was a bit jealous, but then he'd look at me and smile. I knew he loved me; it wasn't that. Just the fact that some naked chick was rubbing on my man didn't set well with me. Plus, if he thought I was perfect, why did he need to see these half clothed females? Wasn't I enough?
I was 21; Marcus had taken my virginity the year before. We'd been together for 2 years now and our sex life was great. For me at least. He was starting to get bored he told me. At first, I was offended and crushed. But then, I realized that most men wouldn't have come to me...they would've found someone else to "break them off", as Marcus and his buddies liked to put it. So I started working on being a bit more creative in the bedroom. I'd used whipped cream, honey, and a blindfold...things that my girlfriends had told me to do. But it wasn't enough for him. So, when he asked me to go with him on his 23rd birthday to Club Illusion, I'd reluctantly agreed. If he wanted this that badly, at least I'd be there to chaperone. Nothing could go wrong with me there, or so I thought.
I'd dressed carefully that night, in a short black skirt, black corset, and knee high black boots. I was 5'5, 130 pounds, with what Marcus called "a black girl's booty" and perfectly firm tits. My hair was dark brown, and I twisted it up, in a style I knew Marcus liked on me. My makeup was heavier than I normally wore it, dark eye shadow bringing out my deep green eyes, and shiny pale gloss making my lips shine. Sighing, I finally ventured into the living room where Marcus and two of his friends were waiting. They hooted and whistled, till I was blushing red, and Marcus finally made them stop.
He hugged me and whispered in my ear, "Thank you, love...you're making me so happy doing this." He kissed me gently and then led me to the car. I was nervous the whole ride, not saying much as he drove us to the club. We were riding in his black Accord, his friends following in their own cars. Marcus didn't force me to talk, only held my hand as we drove on through the night. He knew I was nervous, so he didn't pressure me. That's what I loved about him. He was the only black man I'd ever dated, and a far cry from what my parents had expected him to be. They hated the fact that we were together, yet that didn't stop me from loving him. And he loved me in return. Because he didn't fit their stereotypes of the typical black man, he wasn't liked. He threatened their little fantasy world where white people were superior, and the minorities were deemed unworthy. Therefore, we didn't visit my parents often. I was happy with him, and had decided that my happiness was of greater importance than my parents. Maybe one day, they'd realize their mistake and welcome Marcus into our family, but I wasn't holding my breath.
Too soon, we arrived at Club Illusion, and I was shaking as he helped me out of the car. Hugging me against his muscled chest, he kissed my forehead and whispered, "Thank you again, Mandy. You make me so happy. I promise you'll have fun, and if you don't, we can leave? Okay?"
Relieved that he was being so understanding, I nodded and kissed his lips, hugging him back. His friends Terrence and Damon arrived then, and we all entered the smoky club. At the door, Marcus paid the $30.00 cover; $20.00 for himself, and $10.00 for me. After his friends paid, we made our way to the bar where he ordered me a Bombay and tonic and himself a beer. After his friends had their drinks, I allowed him to lead me through the crowded floor, searching for a table. We found one, up front near the T-shaped stage, and he held my chair for me as I sat down. Marcus pulled his chair over closer to mine, his hand resting on my bare thigh. "I love how our skin looks together, Mandy. Damn, girl, you turn me on so much." He whispered into my ear, his lips grazing the sensitive lobe. I blushed, and turned to kiss him softly. "You turn me on too, baby. I love you."
He smiled and whispered that he loved me back. Before I could respond, the DJ lowered the music and announced the first dancer of the night.
"Welcome to Club Illusion, where fantasy meets reality. Are we ready to have a good fucking time?" He yelled into the microphone, and the crowd of mostly men responded with a loud cheer. "Well, let's get this party started! Give a warm Club Illusion welcome to our headliner tonight, the Nubian goddess herself, Caramel Delight!" The lights dimmed as the crowd roared, some of the men chanting, "We love Caramel! We love Caramel!" I was intrigued, wondering whom this woman was. She must be perfect, I thought, letting my eyes move to the dark stage.
The first strains of Let's Ride by Montell Jordan started, and I shivered. I loved this song; it was just so sexual, a perfect choice to strip to. A spotlight centered on the stage and suddenly she was there. I had no idea how she'd made it onto the stage without anyone noticing, but she had. The men roared again, but she didn't respond. She simply began moving, and the room went silent.
My eyes roved over her body, starting at her toes. She wore clear platforms, the heels at least 5 inches tall. Her toes were painted a bright red, and her feet were tiny, the arches high and perfect. Never before had a person's feet turned me on, but I felt a familiar tingling beginning in the pit of my stomach. I moved my gaze up over her slender ankles to her tight calves, perfect knees, and then onto the most amazingly thick thighs I'd ever seen. Her skin was the color of caramel, and those thighs...what a delight! Hence the name, I assumed. She was dressed in a booty hugging pair of white shorts that left little to the imagination. They also fitted tightly over her crotch area, and her pussy looked amazingly beautiful as well. I'd never looked at women before, but I couldn't take my eyes off of this one. I sat, enraptured, as I finished exploring her form with my eyes. She had a flat stomach, muscles just barely visible under her perfect skin. Her breasts were about my size, C cups, and the white corset she wore was almost just like mine! Her breasts overflowed out of the top and when she moved, they jiggled. I was afraid they were going to pop out any moment. Her neck was long and slender, and then I saw her face. My god, her face was that of a goddess. Oval with high cheekbones, soft full lips that a man, or woman, would want to kiss for days. Her eyes were almond shaped, and a golden color. She looked sultry as she moved across the stage, her hips gyrating with the beat. Her hair was black and shoulder length, but she had it braided tight against her head in crisp cornrows, which made her eyes even more pronounced.
I tried to catch my breath, hoping Marcus and his clan of boys hadn't noticed my interest in the girl. I squeezed Marcus' hand that was still on my thigh, and he smiled at me. "Having fun baby?" he whispered, and I simply nodded, my eyes moving back to the stage.
Her back was turned now, and her ass was almost directly in front of my face. I blushed, ashamed at my reaction to this woman. Her ass...God, how to describe it? An apple, that's what it looked like. The white shorts stopped just where her buttocks began, and that helped to make her booty look even more round and full than it already did. I swallowed, my eyes drinking in every inch of her body, and the way she moved.
As the dance progressed, she slowly stripped. It wasn't as nasty as I'd expected. Her fingers nimbly untied her laced up corset, her breasts straining to get free. I watched as slowly she revealed herself to us. My mouth was dry when her beautiful breasts were revealed. Mounds of "caramel delight" topped with beautiful brown nipples that were hard due to the cool air blowing across the stage. I figured that was the reason it was so cold in this club, to keep the dancer's nipples erect. Too bad it was doing the same to mine. At least, that's what I blamed it on. She cupped her breasts, playing with the buds, her eyes fluttering closed as she sank to her knees.
When Montell began singing, "Her chocolate lips and sexy thighs, Sittin' properly up on top of me, she's riding, ain't no stopping me now...She bounced fast, Then rocked slow...Like she's auditioning to kick it in my video..." the dancer was on her knees, legs spread, her hips rolling over and over again, simulating riding on top of a man. Her ass was hovering over the floor, her thighs quivering as she danced. I watched as her hands stroked down over her thighs, and then went to the buttons on her shorts. Slowly, she undid them. When she stood again, she shimmied a bit, the white shorts dropping to her ankles. She stepped out of them, and kicked them out into the crowd. Unfortunately, they landed on the table in front of me. I blushed again, as Marcus laughed, his hands grabbing the warm shorts and handing them to me.
"Baby, these would look fucking amazing on you. Maybe Caramel here will let you keep them." Marcus said, smiling at me broadly.
"Ha ha, very funny babe. Give me those!" I said, snatching them out of his hands. I was pretending to be mad; when all I really wanted to do was touch something she'd been wearing. What the hell was wrong with me? This woman had me more aroused than I'd been in a long time, and I was only watching her dance. Now, I understood what men liked about this place. Turning in my chair, I watched the now nude dancer finish up her routine in a full split, her shaved pussy open and glistening under the spotlight. I gasped, feeling my own pussy spasm at the sight. The lights went out, and the crowd cheered, several men approaching the stage with money in their outstretched hands. The lights flickered back on, and Caramel was there again, a hot pink thong covering her nakedness. She smiled at the men surrounding the stage, bending down to take their proffered money, and to kiss a few of their cheeks. Sometimes, if the tip was particularly big, she'd let him fondle her breast or her ass, but only for a second.
