The Pyramid (Part I)

There was a difference in the club’s aura this evening, but I couldn’t say what exactly brought that change. It’s a Friday night at The Pyramid — a strip club in the dingiest parts of town. I’m a law student from Monday to Thursday and a well-tipped stripper on weekends. I got to the change room, caught up with the girls and headed to the stage for rehearsals. I always practice my routines with Marcel, the DJ, before every performance. We have great chemistry, especially when putting a great show together. He knows the right songs to pick to show off my best moves so I can get big tips. When gentlemen visiting the club find out I’m a student they immediately think I shake my ass to pay for school. I’m on a “full-ride scholarship”, so I use the tips to maintain myself. “ I strip because I fucking love seeing how people watch me get naked and show off my body, in case you were wondering.

I’m a 5’9’’ pocket rocket, have a curvy build, a dragon tattoo on my left thigh and a nose piercing on my left nostril. Tonight’s outfit ensemble is quite sexy: a long, black silk robe covering my lacy black bra, matching thong and pencil heels. My hair is black, bone-straight, lingering down to my plump, jiggly ass and bedazzled with shiny black rhinestones at the crown. My makeup is quite intense, and I particularly love my lashes because they give the illusion of bedroom eyes without pulling a face, so any man I look in the eye will know I’m always on demon time. Just before I go on stage for my shift, I spritz some perfume on my body, and for some reason, I ensure I get some behind my knees. Perhaps my intuition knew I’d have a different kind of night…

“Good Kisser” by Usher is the song we chose as tonight’s showstopper. Marcel mixed the song so that I could make my routine a little more seductive and sensual. At one point, while circling the pole, I spotted a man right in front of the stage, sitting alone with a glass of what looked like whiskey. He wore a black tailored suit, a crisp white shirt (unbuttoned at the top), a Patek Phillipe, and shiny black shoes. The second time around the pole, I noticed he had a glorious full beard, wore glasses and was bald — just my type. I approached him, turned toffee away from him and bent down to touch my toes and stroke my legs while looking back at his sexy face. When I squatted in front of him and shook my ass, he gave me a spank that got my pussy wet immediately. I looked back at him, shocked as fuck that he did that, and knew I did right to give him the best view of my ass so he’d know that if he was looking to fuck anyone tonight, it should be me.

When my shift was done, and after I’d collected my tips, I went straight to the bar to grab a drink. As if he knew he was on my mind, he approached me for an introduction. “My name’s Bruce, what’s yours? Your real name, please…” he said. “If I tell you my name, do you promise to moan it in my ear later?” I responded. He chuckles, holds my waist, and leans in to give me the most sensual kiss I’ve had. His tongue dances with mine, his soft lips press perfectly against mine, and his large hands navigate towards my ass to give it a tight squeeze… I am so drawn to this man. He not only knows which buttons to press to get me wet, but his scent is delicious. I was taken by our kiss so when he pulled away to adore me with his eyes, he robbed me of more ecstasy. My body craved more of him. I wanted more…

“Mona. My name is Mona.” I said. I could tell he struggled to keep his eyes locked on mine because they kept darting down to my breasts. He bit his lower lip, looked back at me and gave me a hotel key with his business card. “Room 723 at 00:00. Don’t change what you’re wearing. You’re perfect as you are, my Mona Lisa”, and walked off. Carly, the bartender and a good friend of mine had her mouth wide open because she witnessed the whole interaction. I forgot about work and that I was meant to be mingling with our guests — that’s how taken I was by this man. His magnetic aura had Carly and I  in a daze, so we both took a shot, laughed off the moment, and got back to work. Now and then, while flirting and enticing our guests, I’d spot Bruce watching me from across the room. He would sip his drink and look back at me with lust and jealousy. I determined that a part of him was peeved that my ass was sitting and shaking on many laps except his. Poor thing…

It’s 23:30, and I say my goodbyes to the girls, the club manager and Marcel. I walk towards the exit and spot Bruce seated at the bar. I approached him and asked, “I thought I’d meet you at the hotel. Why are you still here?” He finished his drink, pulled me towards him again and said, “I would be remiss to let you leave alone. Are you ready to go?” I nodded, and he kissed my forehead before escorting me out of the club. We got into his car and drove off to grab something to eat at a nearby diner (I was craving a greasy burger after all the ass-shaking I’d done). He insisted that he leave the car alone to give me a chance to rest my feet. While he was gone, I snooped around the car for intel on the man I was about to bust my ass open for. I also wanted to charge my phone, so I opened the armrest to access the charging port. When I opened it I saw a cute vibrating dildo. “He’s a busy man if he has toys in the car…” I thought. I put the dildo away and sulked until he got back.

He could tell that I was sulking because he asked if I found the dildo. “Yes, I did… It’s not my place to ask why it’s there, so I don’t want to know. May we please leave?” My attitude seemingly turned him on because he grabbed my chin, gave me another passionate kiss and said, “I’d been watching you dance at the club for weeks and got that to use on you the day I decided to let you in. You ruined the second part of this field trip because I planned to kiss and finger you until you got wet again, let you cum on my seat using the toy while I drove us to the hotel and then finish you off after we ate. Since you’ve got an attitude, we’ll leave.” How arrogant of him to say he’d get me “wet again” as if he knew the kiss we shared earlier made me hot. Cheeky bastard… I like that. I sulked all the way to the hotel. My bratty ass wanted him to butter me up again since I still wanted to fuck him senseless.

The hotel room is the presidential suite on our floor. As we enter the room, we walk into a spacious lounge area with a modern, minimalistic design. There’s a coffee table at the centre of the lounge with a black leather bag on it. The entrance faces a large window (which makes up the entire wall, really) which leads to a balcony overlooking a view of the city. There is a white loveseat next to the window and, to the right of the lounge, doors leading to the bedroom and adjoined bathroom. After our meal, he put on some music we could dance to. He gave me his hand, took me into his arms and swayed me around the room slowly — it felt as cheesy as it looks in the movies. “You look so much better in the light. I hadn't noticed how beautiful your eyes are until now.”, he said. From his scent to the sound of his voice telling me everything I wanted to hear, my pussy was ready for attention. “My eyes look better from above. Wanna see?” I asked. Without answering, he sat on the loveseat. He motioned for me to sit on his lap, and I did just that.

“Now, little girl, tell Santa if you’ve been a good girl this year or a bad girl. Don’t lie to me either, because I’ve been watching you.” I felt so giddy when he said this. All I could utter, with a pleading look on my face, was, “I know I’ve been a bad girl, Santa, but all I’ve ever wanted was a pony to ride.” Bruce spanked my ass, and I let out a soft moan. “I don’t like that you’ve been bad… You should be punished, little girl.”

He spun me around while on his lap, bent me over so that I lay on my stomach and rubbed my ass. My body tingled when he touched me, and I could hear him breathing heavily as he explored my body. Part of my lower body could feel his dick pulsating as it got erect. He suddenly spanked me so hard that I let out a quiet scream. He kept spanking me, rubbing my ass and using his fingers to feel how wet I got. When he did the latter, it felt like torture because I was longing for him to be inside me one way or another. I looked back at him with frustration, and he smirked at seeing my annoyance that he was teasing me. “Patience, little girl… Patience.”. He instructed me to stand up, and he walked off to fetch something from the leather bag on the coffee table as I stood looking out the large window. A few moments later, he crept up from behind me, slowly undid my bra, placed a blindfold over my eyes, and asked me to lie down on the loveseat. As soon as I lay down, he kissed my neck passionately. I let out a moan as he moved his kisses down to my chest. “You have beautiful breasts, little girl… May I try something with them that I think you might like? I promise it won’t hurt.” I nodded, and my body writhed with anticipation.

His hands moved across my chest, feeling my skin and ensuring I felt the cool sensation with each touch. His hands cupped one of my breasts, and I felt his ice-cold mouth kissing my nipple. It stood erect, and I loved every bit of that feeling. He did the same to the other nipple. When he let go of my breast, I felt a rubbery rod-like object brush against my bust. Before I could protest, he held my wrist and said, “I need you to trust me. I won’t hurt you, I promise.” He turned me around onto my stomach, and I could feel him standing over me. “Ass up, face down, little girl.” I did as I was told. I felt his hand back on my ass and then a sudden strike of a flog. My legs straddled, and I lifted my ass higher. That felt so fucking good, I wanted more. I wanted him. He struck me again, and whenever I moaned, he’d say, “Good girl.” And rub on me wherever he hit me. I don’t know if I was just horny as fuck or falling for this man — and my panties aren’t even off yet…

“Stand up for me, little girl.” I did as I was told and was escorted to the balcony. He took off my blindfold, knelt to remove my thong with his teeth, straddled my feet and planted his tongue on my moist mound. His hands were caressing my cheeks, his tongue dug into my pussy and drank from my fountain with every lick. I moaned and held onto my breasts while he went to work on me. “Shake your ass for me, baby. I want you to enjoy me properly.” I did as I was told, and he placed a “rose” in my holy hole. It was already on when he did that, so I let out a shriek, and his tongue dug back into my ass aggressively. I couldn’t hold my anticipation of him back, and I just squirted on his face as I orgasmed. When I was done, he stood up, turned me around to face him, and kissed me passionately as one hand gently grabbed my neck and the other rubbed on my clit.

“Good girl… I’m about fuck you hard…”, he whispered into my ear.