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“Who-the-fuck-ever,” I reply, laughing with her.
I fucking love this woman.
“Wait, wait!” she says, holding up her hand and waving it in the air between us. “I have theperfectname for your cock.”
The mischief in her eyes makes my dick leap. “Go on then, let me hear it.”
“How about Rumple-fore-skin…” she says, laughing so hard tears roll down her cheeks.
“I don’t know whether to be impressed by the fairy tale reference or fucking offended. Wasn’t Rumplestiltskin a bearded dwarf?”
This only makes her laugh harder. “A bearded dwarf… I just can’t,” she chokes out.
“Kate, are you saying my cock’s a dwarf?”
“If the shoe fits,” she snorts, covering her mouth and nose with her hand and trying to stifle even more giggles.
I narrow my eyes on her. “You know, there ain’t nothing wrong with a bit of rumple in your foreskin.”
“Exactly,” she snorts, swiping at her eyes. “That’s what I meant. It’sperfect!”
“You’re perfect,” I reply and for the next couple minutes we banter back and forth, laughter the best fucking medicine, because fuck knows she’s had little to laugh about in her life so far. I’ve only been back a few weeks and I see how stressed she is daily. It ain’t easy being the infamous Queen of Tales. She needs this. We both do.
Eventually, when our laughter subsides and we’ve come up with at least a dozen more cock nicknames between us, I say, “So, you were telling me the real reason why we’re here tonight before talk of Rumple-fore-skin got in the way.”
The smile slips from her eyes and is replaced with desire. I know that look. That look is me getting lucky.
“I want to dance for you again, that’s why we’re here.”
“Dance for me…?” I point at my chest then flick my gaze to the pole on the stage, a wide grin spreading across my face like the fucking sun rising across the horizon.
“Yep.” She shrugs, like she hasn’t just made my whole fucking night, let alone year.
“Well, this I can get behind.” I grin, swiping at my mouth with a napkin before leaning back in my chair, my fucking cock filling with blood in excitement.
“I thought you might,” she licks her lips, giving me a naughty smile before pushing back her chair and standing. Pulling her phone from her pocket, she selects a track and sends it via bluetooth to the speaker system. A familiar tune starts to play.
“Love Is A Bitch?” I ask, biting on my knuckles as she saunters to the stage, her hips swaying from side to side. I might just come from the thought of her pussy sliding down that pole alone.
“Isn’t it though?” she replies, and my heart ratchets up a notch as I watch her remove her clothes in a sexy striptease, doing so in time to the music until all she’s wearing is her lace panties, bra and a seductive smile on her face.
“Jesus fuck, how did I get so damn lucky?” I mutter, completely and utterly mesmerised as she grasps the pole with both hands and struts around it in a wide circle on her tiptoes, her hips swaying with every step.
Fuck, her sass and sexiness is off the motherfucking charts, and whilst her body is pretty fucking perfect for me, I’ve never been a man who goes for looks alone. It’s all about the confidence for me. I’ve always likedwomen, no matter their shape or size. Thick, thin, big tits, small tits, tall, short, tiger stripes or unblemished skin. It never mattered to me, what matters is how they feel about themselves, and right now Kate is feeling fucking phenomenal going by the way she dances around that pole like it’s an extension of my cock.
My eyes trace over every inch of her skin as she sways her body, using the pole as her anchor whilst she undulates her hips, then opens her thighs and drops her arse to her heels, just like she did that first time I watched her dance. This time, she runs her fingers up her thigh and over her pussy, adding the tiniest bit of pressure before dragging her hand up her body and reaching above her head. Gripping the pole with both hands, she winks at me then pushes off her feet and flips her legs out in the splits before turning them in on herself like a fucking corkscrew.
My jaw nearly hits the floor, and as Kate shifts from one step to the next with ease, I grow impatient to touch her. Truth be known, it’s taking all my willpower not to storm the stage and fuck her against the hardwood floor. The last time Kate danced for me, I was not in a position to do anything other than pretend she wasn’t affecting me the exact same way she’s affecting me now. All I could do was wrap my fingers around the back of my chair and hold on tight. At the very least, this time I can temper the urge to interrupt her show by unzipping my jeans and fisting my cock.
“Fuck!” I exclaim, as Kate throws some moves that defy gravity and that familiar tingle in the base of my spine makes itself known.
I’ve never come before just by looking at someone, but I can tell you I’m pretty fucking close to that now. The weight and heat of my cock, which is currently more Moby Dick than Rumple-fore-skin, can attest to that. Still I watch, stroking my dick as she kicks upwards, her feet near the ceiling. With one hand gripping the pole near the floor and the other grasping it between her legs she widens her legs into the splits, licking her lips in her upside-down position like a sexy fucking spider monkey. I damn near come then and there as my gaze hones in on her pussy and the thin strip of lace pulled taut between her legs.
As the music picks up speed, so does her movements and the rhythm of my fist around my cock. Righting herself, her feet touching the floor gently, she kicks out her right leg, wrapping it around the pole and slides around it in one smooth movement, her hair flying out behind her.
The way she moves is breathtaking. I wouldn’t be able to look away even if her dad rose from the fucking dead and walked into the club right now.
As the music fades out, Kate stares at me, her chest heaving and a sheen of sweat covering her skin. She bites on her lip, her gaze dropping to my crotch then says, “What did you think?”
