A Lack of Professionalism

"I love LA." These were the exact words in my head as Melanie roughly grabbed my erection through my slacks and pointed it upwards. The lithe dancer had earlier promised to "molest the fuck out of" me and she was making good on this. Of course, while she making these adjustment she was keeping her breasts jammed in my face. And of course this club was nonsmoking. I have to admit, I love California ordnances. She then ground her hips on me as she reached a little lower to fondle the rest of me.

We were talking at the same time. It was her birthday, so I had tipped her double on the first dance, which seemed to really win some points. Apparently, I had picked the slowest night of the year to show up (of course!) and I was her first private dance of the night (naturally!) and she was just glad to get some work. Not that I mind being made to feel important, mind you, but I generally know better than to believe what a stripper is saying. Anyhow, it was getting to the end of her shift and was curious if I had ever been to the bartending school next door. Of course I hadn't, and apparently you can get drinks there really cheap (you get what you pay for?), and she was curious if I wanted a drink over there. Now, I have had plenty of my buddies fall for the "meet me after work" line, of course, they were usually hitting on the performer, which I never bother with. So, I didn't know if she was just on autopilot here, but I just smiled and said I would love to meet her. After a few more dances of increasing vigorousness, I went back out to the main room, and killed a few minutes (and a lot of singles), then headed out to the car.

Now, to be totally honest, I really expected to just sit there half an hour, see no one go into the school and then head on back to the hotel. But I was almost putting my key in the lock when I heard her voice behind me. "Where are you going?"

"To get my phone." Damn, I'm smooth.

"Okay, meet me over here?" she said, pointing to the bartending school.

"You bet."

I made motions to grab the phone that I was pretending was in the car and was actually in my pocket then walked over to the school to find a surprisingly bar-like setup. I pulled up in the stool next to her.

"So what's your real name?"

"Melanie." She saw my surprise. "I normally go by Dallas in there." Ah, there we go. She ordered a margarita, and, trying to keep the degree of difficulty low, I ordered a Lynchburg Lemonade, which got me two dollars lighter, and one twisted facial expression as what tasted like Jim Beam and vermouth hit my mouth. She laughed a bit as I set the drink on the bar far enough from my hand to keep me from idly sipping it. She set her hand on my knee.

"Where are you staying?"

"At the Mariott by the airport?"

"Nice room?"

"About average."

"Can I see it?"

"Socially?"

"Sure, let's go."

I pulled my tip off the bar and we darted across the dark street to the collection of vaugely mobile parts that was my rental car. I pulled out and felt her hand on my thigh. "Mind if I take a look?"

"Not at all."

Now, I have had a fair number of adventures in cars, but never in a moving vehicle. She decided not to bother with my belt and unzipped my pants. Her hand went in, popping the button on my shorts, and I felt her cool fingers grab my half-hard maleness. She quickly pulled it free of the fabric. I put my right arm on the back of her seat and she leaned over. I felt her tongue's electrifying prescence on me as her mouth sank down, and quickly the blood rushed from the rest of my body to meet her skilled ministrations. She started bobbing her head aggressively, taking the full length in. I had barely realized what she was doing before I felt my body unleashing streams of fluid into her mouth, which she quickly swallowed. After a few milking motions she lifted her head off and put me back together, just as I was pulling off the highway.

"Nice and thick. I am going to enjoy feeling that in me."

"I'm going to love making you feel in it in you." She smiled as she pulled an Altoid tin from her purse as I pulled into the hotel. She took my hand, interlacing our fingers as we walked into the hotel. The elevator arrived, we stepped in, and I pressed the 7. As the doors closed she pulled my face to hers, kissing me. Her mouth tasted frigid from the mints, but her tongue was amazing, darting through my mouth. we reached the top floor and quickly went to my room, which was directly next to the elevator. I smoothly (for once!) got the key card in and out of the lock and we stepped in. As the door closed behind her I pinned her to the door, kissing her. She kissed back and then pushed me off.

"Go sit down," she pointed to the armless straight back chair under the desk. I did so, facing the chair into the room. She turned on the radio and adjusted it to one of the eight thousand radio stations in LA and some jazz softly filled the room. She opened her coat and revealed her chains-and-thong costume from the club. "This is where I get what I really wanted." She stepped over to me, straddling my right leg, her hand on my shirt buttons, slowly undoing the top button. The cool chains covering her breasts draped on my face as pressed her nipple to my lips. Then time I opened my mouth wide, licking circles around her nipples as she swiftly undid my shirt with her practiced hands. She then laid one arm over my head and turned it up to her face. "I knew you were going to be good at that." She lowered her face to mine, her hair draping around my face as she kissed me again, her tongue slowly exploring my mouth as her other hand lifted my undershirt, pinching my nipple. I groand a bit into her mouth as she broke the kiss and pusehd my shirt off my shoulders. I reached behind her to unbutton the cuffs, but she stopped me. Melanie lifted the fabric over the back of the chair and draped it behind, pinning my arms behind me. She toyed briefly with the black undershirt, smiling at me. "I knew when I saw this you were a gentleman." I smiled.

"So remembering to wear a tee makes you a gentleman?" I teased her. She leaned over and licked my ear.

"It means you will be getting lucky tonight. Is that good enough?" she breathed.

"Plenty!"

She dragged her lips down my neck, barely touching me, a move she had no doubt perfected at her job. I felt her breath come burning out. Her hands grabbed my undershirt and yanked it up, pushing it over my and down my arms, further trapping them behind me. She held herself over me, standing between my legs. She wrapped her arms around my head, pushing toward the cold chains over her breasts, nestling it in her cleavage, then began to sink down again, grazing her lips over my face before settling on my mouth for another kiss, deep and passionate, but brief as she drifted down further, just grazing my body until she settled on my nipples again, flicking with her tongue, then biting just a bit. Her hands drifted down from my shoulders, her touch impossibly light. She flicked her tongue out, teasing my chest and belly as settled onto her knees, her face dangerous close to the pulsing bulge in my pants. Her hands both settled on it, rubbing the sides gently through the cloth as she looked up and smiled at me.

She then stood up and faced away from me. Her hips came to rest right on the bulge, pressing her weight arousingly into the rigid lump below. She looked over her shoulder, smiling impishly as she tugged at the knot in the center of her back, releasing her top. A second tug behind her neck and she was only in a thong. I unbuttoned the cuffs of my shirt, letting both of them fall free, but obiediently keeping my hands out of sight. She smiled as she ground her hips into my pants. Then she turned and faced me, straddling my hips, settling her weight squarely on the rail in my pants as she leaned over and kissed me again, settling the dark curtain of her hair over me. As she did, her hands slid down my arms to find I had disposed of my bonds. She pulled my hands back, guiding them to her upper thighs, so close to the cloth-covered contact between us. She broke kiss and lifted up a bit, pushing her breasts in my face, demanding my attention. I happily complied, suckling her a bit as I ran my tounge in fast circles around the bud before flicking it quickly up and down. She moaned at this before finally shifting my attentions across her chest.

As my hands slide farther up, cupping her cheeks, I could feel a burning heat between them. I wrapped my right hand around and began rubbing her through her thong, which I found to be totally soaked. She moaned approvingly, and I tugged the fabric aside, letting her odor quickly waft up to my face. I wet my finger in her center before winding it through her flesh to find the hidden bud. Quikcly I began flicking away. She pushed my head off her breast and sank lower, resting her thighs on mine so as not to take away my access. Her touch, previously so light became heavy as she rested her lithe body on mine, and I felt her warmth on me. As the motions picked up, she began to shiver from the sensations. I doubled my efforts. She bit my ear, moaning. "Don't stop. Don't stoooooooooooooop!" I felt the shivers intensify and start to crest, so I shifted my very wet finger down and pressed against her opening, quickly sinking into her. She let out a deep yelp in pleasure, leaving my ear ringing from the noise and tingling from the rush of her breath. I curled my finger inside her, looking for the spot. Her head snapped back as her body exploded into convulsions when I found it. I quickly pumped my hand in and out, striking the spot over and over. She ground her whole body against my hand, keeping her chest pinned to, clinging her arms around my back, her breath coming out in ragged shouts into my over-worked ear. Finally I heard her begging me to stop. I slowed my hand down, leaving my finger inside her as she lay limply on me, glistening with sweat in the dimly lit room.

I pulled my hand out, releasing the twisted fabric of her thong as I held her on my lap, my hands on holding her hips. Quickly, her strength returned and she peeled herself off me. She stood up over me and pushed her thong over her hips, dropping it to the floor, finally, totally revealing herself to me. Melanie then dropped to her knees, unbuckling my belt and nearly tearing my pants and shorts off. Seeing a sign of fatigue before her, she smiled and took me into her mouth, sucking the head. She lifted her very full mouth off to lick around the tip, sending intense waves radiating from the point. She squeezed me a bit with her hand, confirming that eveything was in order. She rose to her feet and straddled me, one hand behind my neck, one below her hips, pointing me into her body. She started to lower herself, just making the first wet contact, and running her hips over me. I bit my lip and groaned a bit. She smiled, and lowered her face again, kissing slow, and deep. As the kiss became increasingly involved she pushed her hips down, taking me in. I felt her wince at first as she first enveloped the thickness, but she took a breath and sank the rest of the way on to me, enclosing my throbbing erection in a blinding wave of heat and pleasure. There she held still for a moment, commanding her muscles to relax. Her hand splayed flat on my chest, her hand covering my nipple. She broke the kiss and looked at me, her eye contact intense. She bit her lip and began to grind. Her mouth turned into a smile as she never broke eye contact, pushing her hips up and down. Our breaths mingled as each of us began to surrender conscious control. My hands held her hips, turning them up and down as she rose and fell. I became aware she was moaning through the cloud of sensations, but I dared not break eye contact. Her mouth was open, screams were escaping. The stars became novas as she exploded into climax, her muscles spasming madly, clenching me, propelling me into my own ecstasy. Our bodies erupted together. I felt explosive, seizing her lithe body in my hands. I stood up, our bodies conjoined, and fell backwards into the bed. Her hair covered my face, our bodies were sweating profusely and the pleasure was stilling reverberating through every nerve, echoing back and forth between our bodies.

I blinked, trying to orient myself. She lay on me, panting, exhausted. I could feel myself shrinking away from her body, slipping out. She remained on me for a moment. I then felt the cold wave of air as her skin stripped itself from mine. She fell next to me on the bed, still breathing hard. Slowly the room came in focus, I became aware of myself again. She was on her side, smiling at me. She dragged a finger along my body. "You know, this was very unprofessional of me. So, when you write about this, please change my name?" I smiled at her, and promised I would. She slowly sat up on the bed and I admired her figure, the graceful curves of her body. She looked at my dark t-shirt on the floor. "Can I have this?" I smiled and nodded, and she pulled it on, admiring how the fabric settled happily around the curves of her body. She quickly gathered her remaining clothes, and put on her coat again leaving the top open this time, regaining her outward respectibility. I pulled my pajama pants out of my suitcase and donned them, walking into the bathroom as she finished polishing her appearance.

"Do you need a ride?"

"Do you mind?"

"Not at all."

I drove her back to the club. I can't remember what we talked about, but I do remember what she said as we got to her car:

"Thank you. This was really nice." She leaned over and kissed me quickly on the lips. "I can't wait to read about me."

Wait no more.