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"I have to—I have to go to the lady's room," I said, digging my elbow into my boyfriend's ribs to force him to let me go.
"Oh, c'mon, don't be scared," Chad said.
But at that moment, I broke free and ran toward the powder room. "You didn't even give her your dollar!" Lanie called after to me, but I just needed to get away. And that's how I found myself holed up in the bathroom, quaking…
I'm not sure how long I stood there, trying to understand my reaction to seeing the stripper's genitalia. But before I could figure it out, Lanie burst through the door, laughing, and grabbed my arm. "You coward! Get out here. Kim, c'mon. Chad bought you a lap dance."
"A what?" I asked, my eyes widening.
It's not that I didn't know what a lap dance was; it's just that I'd never heard of a girl giving a lap dance to another girl. Plus, I was trying to buy time to get my shit together. My thighs were shaking, and I was sure that I wouldn't be able to hide how excited I was. I'd agreed to this because…because I didn't want to always be the young, inexperienced girl in the crowd. The dare had sounded like titillating fun. I hadn't expected to be aroused, and certainly not so aroused that I was afraid to go anywhere near that stripper again.
"A lap dance," Lanie said, flipping her hair over her shoulder. "That girl liked you. She gave us a discount. C'mon. It'll be fun. You said you wanted to experience everything. Well, this is your chance!"
Lanie yanked hard on my arm and I was on those ridiculously high stiletto heels, so if I didn't follow her, I was sure I'd topple over. Or at least, that was the excuse I told myself.
I didn't remember telling Lanie that I wanted to experience everything, but at that moment, I did. The room was filled with smoke and ogling men. I felt like my blood was boiling, but I almost turned around and ran right back into the bathroom when I saw my boyfriend crook a finger at me. Chad was grinning from next to where they expected me to sit.
In the back of the room, where some men were getting lap dances from other strippers, there was a stage. A chair had been placed on the stage and a light too. If that's where they wanted me to sit, they had to be kidding! "Oh, god, I can't do this," I whispered as Lanie pushed me into the chair.
Meanwhile ,my friends all started hooting and making cat-calls. The men in the crowd were watching me, and I realized that they had a hunger in their eyes. Grown up, adult, all-male hunger. I knew I looked even younger than I was, and so I must have seemed unattainable to them. They looked like they'd know just what to do with me, and I had to look away because that turned me on too.
The stripper came close, leaning over me with a grin. "It's okay if you're nervous. I'm not gonna hurt you. My name is Jenny. What's yours?"
Jenny. I liked that name. I liked more the way her hands soothingly traveled up and down my arms. It made me shiver. "I'm Kim."
"You're really sexy, Kim," she said.
I blushed. I'd never actually thought that another girl might think I was sexy or that I might think the same thing about her. I'd only ever been attracted to boys my whole life long, so none of this made sense. Besides, there were too many people watching me. My stomach was tightening with nerves. I could see my friends all gathered in the corner with my boyfriend, slapping him on the back, and raising impatient drinks in my honor.
Jenny scolded."Hey, give her a minute!"
Her fingers laced into my hair. I felt like a frightened animal, and she was coaxing me into calm. "I was hoping someone would buy a lap-dance for you. In fact, I suggested it."
"Why?" I asked in a whisper.
"It's not often I see a pretty girl in here. I like girls. I like girls a lot. And I'd really love it if you'd let me dance for you."
The stripper couldn't have been that much older than I was, but she was obviously far more experienced. Her tone was silky and the lust in her eye—real or imagined—made me feel as if the room was a million degrees. Maybe it was just my skin.
I could only nod.
When the song started, Jenny straddled my legs and slowly ran her hands through my straight black hair. She gyrated her hips slowly, and I watched her impossibly round and upturned breasts brush against my own. I sucked in breath at the sight. She pulled her bra cups down so that her hardened burgundy nipples were visible, and then pressed them against my chest. I felt as if I burned everywhere her nipples traced. For the briefest moment, I even wanted her to pull my dress down so that our nipples could touch, skin on skin. But even if I could've admitted that I wanted that, I had no power of voice.
"Put your hands on my waist," Jenny told me, with a smile.
I whimpered, mesmerized, I obeyed.
She had a way of making things just seem easier. I started feeling the music, which urged me to move to the beat. My own thighs were trapped between Jenny's and the way she danced against me caused my dress to ride up my thighs. Then, when the tops of my stockings became visible, I heard a collective groan from the crowd. I suddenly remembered that everyone was watching. My friends. My boyfriend. Even the men who were getting lap dances of their own were focused on Jenny and me…
The bare insides of her legs brushed the bare outsides of mine. Hers were soft, and satiny. My head starting spinning, and the heat between my legs searing and unbearable. She was grinding and grinding down on me, our hips meeting more frequently. I could hear my heartbeat rushing in my ears nearly drowning out the cheers of my friends.
Jenny was so soft, and when her long dark hair swept across my bare shoulders, I was enraptured. I wanted to feel her softly sliding on me everywhere. I wanted to see her pretty sparkling pussy again… and give it a kiss. My hands tightened on her hips at the forbidden thought and Jenny's breathing speed up. She pressed down on me so that her pelvis pressed on mine, giving a little sweet relief while making the hungry desire even stronger.
"Angle your pussy up towards me," Jenny said, kissing my neck. The wetness of her kiss on my throat sent another electric jolt of arousal through me. I knew I'd have to spread my legs to angle the way she wanted me to, but I was too desperate now to worry about who in the audience might see my panties. Meanwhile, Jenny sucked on my neck, biting soft
ly to guide me. She was making the prettiest little noises that I'd ever heard, so I let my thighs separate and arched my hips towards her.
I was rewarded by her groan and the searing heat of her wet crotch against my own. Only my panties kept our pussies from touching, and it seemed to frustrate her, because she gripped me and pushed so hard that I could feel the little ring on her clit digging into my own.
