(If you're reading this for the first time, go ahead and skip this, but if you are re-reading this and notice a few small changes, it's just because I'm streamlining a few things as I start to publish the rest of Dan's first week on the forum. The only significant changes here are a few name changes, most obviously Sarah to Cindi, but I wanted to acknowledge it. This is otherwise, essentially the same story.)
Strip Club Tease Toy
Chapter 1: Rime of the Ancient Mariner
“Hey, can I help you?”
The youngish female voice punctuated the previous silence, and caused Dan Green to start in surprise, emitting a slight yelp. His picket sign, emblazoned with the words “Sexual sin will cast you into Damnation!!!” in fiery script, fell from his hands and clattered to the concrete. Furiously, he spun around to learn what sort of uncivilized woman would dare startle him like that.
Dan was a slight man of around 40 years of age. His eyes were beady, and most who knew him would have said that those eyes hadn’t shined in anything except hate and anger in over 20 years. Always an ardent churchgoer, Dan had believed from an early age that sex was a sin outside of the need for procreation, and was the kind of man likely to accost a young woman on the street for “tempting men” with her attire, or yell horrible things at women seen near abortion clinics. After a decade of trying to have children, Dan was heartbroken to discover he couldn’t conceive when he was 33 years old, and began refusing to engage is intimate acts with his wife.
After a divorce in his mid 30’s, after she had walked out the door over his ongoing refusal to engage intimately with her, Dan swore to forego sex and sexual pleasure entirely, and after almost eight years of determined, zealot-like repression, his beliefs had mutated into full on misogyny, and his slightly weasel-y appearance had exaggerated itself to keep pace with his rage at the world of sex and debauchery he saw around him. In the last year, Dan had taken to protesting in front of the so called “Dens of Sin” that peppered his city, and couldn’t believe someone would try to interrupt him right in the middle of his incredibly important protest in front of a local strip club called “The Tease Club”, which had been the target of his ire for the previous several weeks.
Dan was ready to dive into his prepared litany of attacks, when his eyes fell on the woman who had startled him, and his words caught in his throat. She appeared to be in her mid twenties, and while she certainly couldn’t be described as fat, she was a bit of what Dan had heard some heathen millennials call “A thicker milkshake”. Curvaceous. Voluptuous. If Dan had been the kind of man to enjoy pornography, or even models, he would have placed her in the same general physical spectrum as Instagram model Amy Elizabeth Jackson or pornstar Siri.
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She had died blonde hair, cut into a short, punkish, pixie haircut, and a single streak of bright blue, like lightening, shook in a bright bolt across the front of her bangs, which encircled a soft round friendly face. Her eyes were an incredibly striking, diamond blue, and they were incredibly piercing. Her flashing, dancing eyes were encircled in dark, almost gothic eyeliner, with a light dusting of blue glitter around the outer corner of each lid. The striking make up somehow made her incredible eyes seem like they shone even brighter. She had a very light dusting of freckles across her cheeks and the bridge of her tiny button nose. She was perhaps the most attractive woman that Dan had ever seen. Her full, pouty, thick, pink lips were very serious but…those eyes appeared to be laughing.
“I said, can I help you?” The woman strutted towards him, casting her eyes down at the sign on the sidewalk and smirking a little. With each step, her stiletto heels clicked against the concrete and her (at least double D, his sinful mind whispered) breasts jiggled slightly. Dan reluctantly noticed the tiny nubs of hard nipples pressed into the A in “Tease” and the C in "Club" on the woman’s shirt: he was becoming increasingly confident (and scandalized) that this young woman likely wasn’t wearing a brassiere. The woman continued forward, breaking through Dan’s personal space bubble confidently and stopping less than a foot from him. She was tall, and looked to be about 5’9” (Dan’s height as well), but in her heels she towered over the man, and seemed to hold his eye contact through sheer force of will. Dan found himself backing up slightly, and he felt his ass bump up against a street light behind him.
She looked down at her watch, smiling. “I mean, I think you’re here a bit early sweetie. It’s like, what?…six o’clock! On a Monday? I WORK here, and I am only showing up now because I had some stuff to do…Although, I guess if you’re protesting strip clubs, you probably don’t know much about how they work. I’m Cindi”, she offered smiling, and stepping forward another few inches, until Dan was actually pressed firmly up against the street light. She looked back at the sign on the ground again, frowning this time. Then she looked back at him, again with those supernaturally piercing blue eyes. “Soo…do you really think I’m going to go to hell?”
Somehow, Dan found his voice. “Y-You work here?” He croaked weakly. His heart was racing. This is not how he had been expecting his evening to go, and he struggled to remember the talking points he and his work colleagues had developed for this occasion. “Well…The-the thing is that sex is, sex is wrong. And our world…you know, the secular world…it celebrates sex! The bible says that Eve tempted Adam, and everything went bad from there. So, you know, it’s obvious! It’s…it’s all in there! In, you know, the Bible. So i just…I just think young women like yourself should not be lowering yourself to this sort of work, and…” He trailed off, feeling uncomfortable under her gaze. He had never felt so out of control in a social situation before, and didn’t like it. He decided he needed to gain the upper hand and get back onto familiar ground. He straightened up, tried to project an air of confidence, and pulled a business card from his wallet “I’m Dan Green, Director of Programming for the an organization called “Return to Family Values”. We-"
Cindi squealed, plucking up the business card in her left hand and grabbing his bare forearm with her right. Her skin was electric against his, and he could not believe how soft and warm it felt. “You ARE???! Oh my god, how impressive! I actually would LOVE to talk with you more about this, would you be able to come in and talk with me for a little bit? I don’t start for a few hours, so you could just talk to me while I’m getting ready? And I would love to know more about why my job, that I’m… you know, good at… and use to support myself, is immoral and harmful! Or why women are at fault for the sexual acts and desires of men! Maybe you can help me change my ways! What do you think?” Her eyes danced with laughter again, but any sarcasm or irony in her statement went right over his head. That all sounded about right to him.
She took another step forward, this time literally stepping into him. He felt his breath leave his body as the soft curve of her breasts pressed up against him, resting against his chest through the fabric. The scent of her, an intoxicating combination of natural musk, fruity hair product, and the slight hint of candy flavored perfume filled his nostrils as she looked deeply into his eyes. “So? Dan? Wanna come in and talk for a while?” He felt a slight twinge in his crotch and desperately tried to ignore it, as he nodded slightly and managed a mumbled “yuh” sound.
Grinning at him, Cindi slid an arm around him and placed the palm of her hand firmly in the small of his back, guiding him slightly as they walked around the back of “The Tease Club”. She opened the door and pushed him through ahead of her into the back hallway. The muffled, distant sounds of pulsating music and women’s laughter permeated the space. Dan tried to look straight ahead, but mostly failed to ignore the posters of naked women plastered across every inch of the walls, as he listened to the echoing click of Cindi's heels against the linoleum behind him. “Last door on the left”, she said in a slightly sing song-y voice, and he almost thought he could her her laughing, just underneath the surface.
Cindi's dressing room was a small undecorated room with a makeup table and mirror, a cushioned stool, a two seater couch, and a clothesline from which various bathing suits, handcuffs, lingerie, latex outfits, and other tricks of the trade hung. Dan was so relieved to see the lack of naked posters in the room that he absolutely failed to hear her latch the door’s deadbolt behind him. As he looked around uncomfortably, she (gently) placed a hand against his chest and pushed him down onto the couch.
Dan sunk into it more than he expected, (it was very deep and seemed to swallow him a bit) and Cindi almost crawled into the couch after him, snuggling up against him. Her hand had never left his chest, and was now absentmindedly rubbing against him slightly, so that the buttons of his shirt separated. His head spun as he felt the soft pads of her soft fingertips knead their way through the shirt and press lightly against the skin of his chest. She leaned forward, purring in his ear. “So…sex is wrong? Always?”
Dan nodded weakly. “Except…except as needed for procreation. You women, you…you just tempt men. You make us want to sin. To masturbate. To fornicate. You’re hurting people by doing this job.” His breath was growing ragged now. He looked at Cindi, who had an expression of pure wonder on her face. Her hand had not stopped moving against his chest, and he tried to hide a gasp as her fingertips found his right nipple, circling it lightly. “Wait…masturbating is wrong? You NEVER masturbate? But…I don’t see a wedding ring, you’re not married, are you? So how do you…”
Dan had never talked about this part of his life before, but for reasons that were beyond him in that moment, he began to tell Cindi about his marriage, and how, when he discovered he was infertile after several years of trying to conceive, he had begun to refuse to sleep with his wife, and would begin to chastise her for “tempting him”. Cindi gasped in horror (it did not occur to Dan that it was perhaps at his behavior, and not his ex-wife’s) as he had told her disapprovingly about the ways his wife had tried to seduce and manipulating him into sex, and then sadly about the day that his wife had walked out almost eight years ago.
He told her about how sad he was that his wife couldn’t accept that she was a sinner, who needed to repent from sex. “In fact” Dan began, “I can proudly say that I have never once committed the sin of mastur- ahh!” He was mid sentence when he suddenly yelped in astonishment, as he felt an overwhelming and uncomfortably pleasant sensation against his crotch. Shocked, he looked down to see Cindi's other hand lightly fondling the lap of his blue jeans. Looking back up, scandalized, Dan saw a grin begin to spread across her soft features as she she deliciously pressed her weight against his growing dick through the fabric of the blue jeans.
Chapter 2: In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida
Dan immediately tried to stand up and even started to cry out, outraged. but the hand against his chest suddenly became incredibly firm, pushing him back and holding him in place. Cindi nuzzled up closer against him, and Dan felt her hot breath pulsing against his neck, and the liquid warmth of the immense breasts resting against his bicep. As she pulled closer to him, Dan was suddenly aware that she probably outweighed him by more than 30 pounds, and that his left arm was firmly pinned beneath her. That was when he had finally noticed that the deadbolt was latched.
“Wow…” She breathed against him, as if she hadn’t noticed his attempt to escape. She lay her head against his chest and looked up at him innocently with those piercing blue eyes. “So…no one has done this to you in over seven years?” Her fingertips deftly separated the button of his blue jeans, and slowly slid the zipper of his pants down in an exaggerated fashion, revealing (to Dan’s shame) a now fully raging hard on to compete with the best of them. She pulled closer still, crossing her outer leg so that it lay lightly over Dan’s left thigh. He watched as the maneuver stretched the tight material of her skirt and slowly slid it up her chubby creamy thighs, higher and higher. “Or…this?” She cooed, as she slid the tip of her index finger slowly and lightly up the base of his throbbing member. As she reached the head, she ended the stroke with a little flick that sent an involuntary shudder through Dan’s body.
Cindi giggled and shimmied a little, and Dan let out a light moan as he realized that she was now essentially sitting in the open palm of his pinned left hand. As her skirt continued to slowly slide up her soft thighs, he felt the fabric tug past his palm, and then his fingers pressed against soft flesh. Almost unconsciously, the pad of his middle finger slowly grazed the soft indentation where her thigh met the slight fold of her ass cheek, and he thought feverishly to himself, “Oh god, that’s her ass. Her asscheek is in the palm of my hand.” His hand reactively tightened and he began to squeeze, feeling his fingers sink into the soft curves of her.
Then his eyes widened. “No! This is wrong!” he yelled. He was a man of God! And he wasn’t going to let this…this harlot overpower him, or distract him from his mission! He surged forward again, and this time managed to wiggle free. He sprinted for the door, unaware of (and uncaring) how silly he looked with his bouncing erection spilling out of the front of his unzipped pants, and he fumbled densely at the lock as his head spun.
This was like some bizarre dream, one of those dreams he had sometimes that washed away in the morning laundry and that he tried to forget the next day. Despite her heels, Cindi moved like lightening, lithely (but calmly) strolling across the room with purpose as his fingers fumbled, panickingly, with the latch.
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Then she began to methodically unbutton the rest of his shirt. He moaned, feeling actual fear for the first time. Unsurprisingly, Dan refused to accept this fear, and transformed it into rage. He began to shout in a judgmental, formal, scandalized tone, “You bitch, you slut…why are you doing this? I know it’s in women’s nature to tempt men, but you must resist! I’m infertile, and therefore cannot orgasm, it's a sin! You can’t do this to me! Don’t give in to your lust!”
Cindi giggled again, and stepped back to examine her new toy. Dan was trussed up and still erect, so his righteous “man of God” fury did not come off as impressively as he was hoping. “Awwwww, baby! Don’t worry! Unlike you, the dancers here at “The Tease” respect all beliefs and cultures. If you don’t want to cum, I won’t make you cum.” She adopted an air of grave solemnity, and held up her right hand. “In fact, I will swear you an oath. I will never ever, ever, EVER give you an orgasm unless at least two things are happening.” Her demeanor changed and she stepped back towards him, she spoke slowly now, elongating each word, and her eyes flashed again with that silent laughter (Dan was quickly learning to recognize that that look in her eyes meant he was in trouble).
She slid her hand down his chest, lightly grazing his skin as she continued past his belly button, and Dan gasped helplessly as her soft fingers slowly encircled his vulnerable and helpless erection. “One…,” she whispered, her face now inches from his, “you are literally begging me to cum…” Her hand began to slide lightly up and down his shaft, rhythmically, faster and faster. “And two…” she continued, and nuzzled up against his neck, now literally breathing in his ear, her panting breath hot against him, “if I feel like it.” Dan felt a soft wet tongue creep out between Cindi's lips and lightly circle the inner edge of his earlobe. Hot breath continued to blast his ear as she lightly tongued him, and the soft palm of her hand was moving faster now. Again, Dan’s breath grew ragged and his cries of outrage died in his throat.
Suddenly, so suddenly that Dan almost didn’t know what happened, Cindi's hand left his throbbing, aching member, and her mouth left his ear. Like a man coming out of a dream, Dan opened his eyes to see her walking away from him while his cock bounced ineffectually against thin air. His jeans had now slid down his spindly legs and pooled on the floor around his ankles, his belt buckle lightly clicking against the linoleum with his every twitch, trapping his legs together. Despite himself, his eyes hungrily ate up his first real glimpse of her ass. Her cheeks were round and full, and her hips rolled with each step. Her skirt was still hiked up from their time on the couch, and he had never seen such firm, creamy thighs.
“Well Dan, I suppose you’re wondering why I invited you here.” Cindi's demeanor was suddenly, bizarrely, entirely businesslike. She strolled deliberately over to her clothesline of outfits against the opposite wall and lightly slid her hands across the variety of fabrics. “You see…I think you have a little bit of a misunderstanding of what we do here. This is “The Tease Club” after all, Dan, not “The Spurt Club”. It’s not my job to make men orgasm.” She smiled as she reached out, and plucked what looked like a small bottle of baby oil from the make up table, and walked back over to him, placing it on the shelf next to the door.
Then, while looking directly into Dan’s terrified eyes, she slid her hands against the skin of her soft pink belly and up, slowly up, sliding her fingertips between her skin and the tight white fabric of her shirt. Dan watched as the shirt pulled up around her tummy, and gulped as he watched the indentations of her fingers through the shirt’s fabric as they slid up to her chest, beginning to slowly massage and squeeze her massive breasts.
He saw the outline of her thumb and index finger find the small nub of her left nipple beneath the fabric, and Cindi let out a small gasp of pleasure before continuing. “The job of a stripper, you see, is to turn men on, to tease them, to get them riiiiiiight to the edge, and then to send them right back to that ATM to do it again.” She laughed again, and despite his circumstances, her laughter sounded to him like beautiful bells. “I mean…if I make a guy spurt in his pants, all I’ve done is lost a customer for the night! Or at least for the next 30 minutes! You know?”
Now smiling broadly, Cindi slid her hands back out from under the fabric, grasping the bottom of the front of the shirt in each hand, and pulled down firmly. The neckline stretched easily, pulling down from her collar bone at least eight inches, and the motion revealed a canyon of cleavage, her soft creamy globes threatening to spill out. She then stepped forward, and into Dan once more. Her skirt was still hiked up, and he felt her soft warm thighs brush lightly against each side of his throbbing cock as she did so, which caused him to moan, eliciting another giggle in his captor. Every time his hungry cock twitched, he could feel it lightly bounce off of the curve of her panty swaddled mound. Then she slid her hands up and around his neck, lightly fingering his earlobes, in an almost loving gesture, and smiled at the expression on the man’s face.
Dan was staring down at the heaving globes of flesh inches from his chin, almost panting at this point, and it was difficult to tell if the look in his eyes was one of absolute terror or absolute desire. Suddenly her arms tightened, and her fingers slid up through the short hair on the back of Dan’s neck and head, and his face was pulled forcefully down into her cleavage. He resisted for an instant, but soon gave in as his face was pushed down into the soft crevasse of the stripper’s welcoming tits.
The skin was incredibly soft and warm, and Dan could feel a light pattern of gooseflesh break out across her chest as his reluctant lips made contact with her warm silky skin. Her soft chubby arms held firm against the sides of his head, and her strong fingertips held him in place. Cindi sighed contentedly, moaning slightly at the sensation of his hot, panting breath against her, and she began slowly rubbing and mashing his face into the jiggling and bouncing mounds of flesh as she continued to explain his predicament.
“A lot of strippers don’t even like men, you know! There are plenty of girls here who would much rather go to town on each other in their free time then rub up against some man. I, on the other hand…I like the tease. Getting a guy hard, fucking with his head, seeing what you can get him to do…I’ve enjoyed the art of the cocktease since high school, and I still remember how blown away I was when I first walked into this place and learned that you could get paid pretty damn well to tease men aaall…niiiiight…looong.” As she spoke, Cindi continued to slowly rub Dan’s helpless face against her, but as she finished the sentence, she pulled his head back up, and lightly kissed the tip of his nose after each of the last three words. Her soft, pillowy lips left the smallest sensation of moisture on his nose, and each time she did this, she simultaneously squeezed her thighs together, causing them to deliciously press and rub against his cock. He gasped with each punctuation.
“But when I took this job a few months ago…I figured out that there was a LOT more that I still had to learn about the art of the cocktease. Sometimes, I would make men spurt on accident during lap dances, sometimes I struggled to find ways to keep them turned on enough to keep spending…but MOSTLY, I got sick of the entitlement that my customers have. You men, you think it’s all about you. Can you believe men started asking me to get them off in the back room for cash on my first day here? Men would offer me hundreds of dollars, thousands of dollars, to slide their cocks down my throat, to pump them off in my hands, to fuck them.” Her face lit up in a scandalized expression. “I’m a dancer, not a prostitute! I couldn’t believe it! I was actually thinking about quitting this job, you know. I mean, if you don’t have all the power, what’s the point of getting paid to tease?” She grinned at him.
“And then I saw you! You’ve been pacing up and down the sidewalk with that silly little sign all week, yelling to anyone who could hear that me and my friends are horrible sinners, and that’s when I realized! All I really need, is practice! If you get a guy hot and bothered enough, he’ll do anything you tell him. His ego, his money, his entitlement, it all falls away, when that helpless erection is begging for relief, and the power goes back where it belongs. I just KNEW that if I could get you in here, I could get myself a cute….aching…throbbing erection to practice on! After all…it looked like you could stand to be brought down a peg or two before I go on at nine.”
She looked at the clock on the wall and smiled. It was 6:24, and Dan realized in dismay that, despite if feeling like an eternity, he had been trapped in this room with this insane succubus for less than 30 minutes. Then, Cindi smiled again, and tightened her fingers once more, pulling his face back down into her tits.
Chapter 3: Shine on You Crazy Diamond
Dan was beginning to feel a dull ache in his balls now and was becoming increasingly aware of how trapped he was. He hadn’t felt this sensation since the final time that his ex-wife had tried to convince him to sleep with her, sauntering into the room in nothing but a gag lingerie teddy that a secular coworker had given her as a gift at her bachelorette party a decade earlier. Dan was experiencing blue balls. The ache began to spread, and for the first time in over 7 years, he was desperately considering how amazing it would feel to cum. He was now completely enveloped in Cindi's scent, and every breathe he took was filled with it. Almost unconsciously, he felt his lips part and his tongue peek out, lightly pressing against the curve of her breast. For just an instant, he tasted the salt and perfume of her, and could feel the soft give of her flesh against his wet lips and tongue.
Almost immediately however, she let go of him and stepped back. “Hey!” she shouted with an incredibly hurt expression on her face, and if her outrage was performative, he couldn’t tell the difference. “You pervert! Did I tell you you could touch me? This is a respectable joint! Never touch a dancer if they aren’t comfortable with it, everybody knows that! I thought you were supposed to be a Christian?” Dan, completely confused by the sudden change in the air, began to speak (although he certainly had no idea what he was going to say), but Cindi interrupted, looking at him sternly, and crossed her arms, her massive tits resting on her forearms like a shelf, pressing them up and together invitingly. “Don’t EVER touch any part of me unless I give you permission. Now. What do you have to say?” She put her hands on her hips and waited expectantly.
Maybe it was the realization that he had no other options, or maybe it was the condescending tone with which she expected him to apologize in the middle of a kidnapping, but Dan’s rage and entitlement boiled to the surface once more. “Fuck you! Let me out of here right now! You can’t do this to me! You bitch! You crazy bitch!” He struggled against the pink fuzzy cuffs holding his wrists, but the wall anchor above the doorframe didn’t budge, and Dan succeeded only in comically bouncing his dick around, as he struggled to maintain his balance with his ankles bound together by the jeans pooled around his boots.
Cindi giggled melodiously again, louder this time, entirely unimpressed by his struggle, and then slid her hands beneath the base of her t-shirt once more. This time she gripped the edges and slowly began to peel the shirt up. She was looking him directly in the eye, and another giggle erupted from her as he realized what she was doing and fell silent. The fabric of the shirt slowly peeled up, higher and higher, until finally her entire tummy was revealed.
Cindi cooed at him innocently, batting her dark eyelashes. “What is it Dan? Do you still want me to let you out? Do you still want me to stop? I don’t think your hard throbbing cock wants me to stop, does it?” Dan stared, feeling like his eyes were bugging out of his skull as the fabric continued to slide up, first revealing the heavy undersides of two massive breasts (the sight of which alone were so overwhelming to Dan that he wasn’t sure if he would survive what came next), and then, with a final flourish, sliding the shirt up and over her head.
Her breasts, now free of their confines, bounced slightly as they fell from the shirt and settled into a more natural position. They were full, pendulous even, and they swayed and jiggled slightly with every movement the dancer made. Perfectly centered on each was a pink areola about the size of a quarter, and the fact that each had contracted into a hard, erect nipple betrayed that she was as turned on as he was. She slid her hands over them, cooing in pleasure as she did so, and then playfully pushed them together gently before beginning to lightly circle her nipples with the forefinger of each hand.
Clearly pleased by the expression on his face, Cindi then turned around and, after looking back over her shoulder at him coquettishly, slid her thumbs into the waistline of her red skirt, and began to exaggeratedly roll her hips, less than an inch from his cock, and slowly slid the fabric down, down, one side at a time, one inch at a time, first revealing the dimples where her lower back met her round bottom, then the bright strands of the red thong she was wearing beneath her skirt, and then past two of the juiciest round ass checks Dan had ever seen. She kept her knees locked as she continued to slide the skirt methodically down her voluptuous thighs, arching her back and causing her round ass to press up against Dan’s helpless erection as she did so.
The captive man gasped as he watched the tip of his cock poke lightly at the red strip of fabric which swaddled the curve of Cindi's vagina, and he reeled as he felt the faint moist heat of her through the fabric. “Oh my god, she’s getting wet” he thought to himself in absolute amazement, “This woman is absolutely insane.” Letting out a heavy breath, she flipped a striking bolt of blue hair out of her eyes and looked back over her shoulder at him with a grin. In that moment, her wild hair, striking blue eyes, and innocent freckles made her the most gorgeous woman that Dan had ever seen.
She then began to wiggle her ass, slightly at first so that the tip of Dan’s dick made only the slightest of contact with the fabric of her thong panties. As he stared, goggling, her ass literally bounced, and the jiggle of her cheeks as they clapped lightly against each other was mesmerizing. Dan could see the curve of each massive breast bouncing and peeking around the side of the stripper’s broad arched back as she bounced in place against him, and he gasped for breath as his captor’s moist panties maddeningly tickled the head of his cock. This lasted for what seemed like minutes, until Dan could stand the maddening sensations no longer, and he began to desperately thrust forward, humping cartoonishly in an attempt to make better contact.
The sight of the man ineffectually humping the air less than an inch from her ass sent Cindi into another gale of laughter, and she stepped out of her skirt and strutted away, over to the makeup table. “You know,” she said as she leaned forward to turn on her bluetooth speaker, “One of the hardest parts of being a stripper is perfecting the lap dance.” Like before, she kept her knees locked and her back arched as she played with the speaker, so that her breasts dragged lightly against the surface of the makeup table as she leaned forward.
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Then her expression brightened, as if remembering something suddenly, “Oh hey! I want to show you something cool, ok?” she asked bouncily, as if he wasn’t literally chained to the wall of her dressing room. “You’re older than me so this’ll probably be right up your alley.” She grabbed a small square object and wobbled over to him, holding it up proudly in her outstretched arms. It was a cracked and weathered old jewel cd case (which was something Dan certainly hadn’t seen in a few years, but not necessarily an impressive possession, he thought to himself), and it featured the faded, frozen image of a topless, large breasted woman flinging her dark hair back dramatically against a backdrop of lightening, with the words “Stripper Jamz” emblazoned across the top in jagged, graffiti like red letters.
“Cool huh? It’s been around here forever. I think one of the “back in the day, OG” girls made it in the 90’s. It’s kind of a keepsake that the dancers pass down from one generation to the next around here. It’s 20 of the greatest classic rock songs and power ballads you’ve ever heard, so…you know, it’s perfect for dancers. Oh, but wait! I haven’t shown you the best part!” She giggled and flipped the case around, and Dan saw that the track titles on the back (She was right, he thought insanely, these were stone cold classics) were organized in two columns, printed across a backdrop of exposed brick, with a heading over each. “Creeps” was written in graffiti like red scrawl over the left column, and “Favorites” over the right. “There’s two sides!” She exclaimed proudly, and continued to explain, “All ten songs on Side A are short, like mayyyybe 2 and a half minutes. That’s for when we want to get paid and get away from the guy. Or when we wanna drain his wallet a little faster!” She added with a smile, “But dancers, you know… we really create a relationship with some of our guys, and it’s nice to give them a treat every once in a while, so all ten songs on Side B are at LEAST 6 or 7 minutes long.”
She giggled. “Man, those 80’s guys really knew how to stretch out a guitar solo! I mean, track 10 is the live recording of Freebird…that one’s, what, like 15 minutes long?” Her expression got serious, and she looked at him thoughtfully for a moment, and then her face softened. “You know Dan, you’ve been a real creep to me so far today, but…I can’t help it. I think I like you. I think we’re gonna start with Side B, okay?” Dan stared at her, utterly confused, but she didn’t seem especially interested in his comprehension, and turned to walk back to the make-up table.
Chapter 4: Won’t Get Fooled Again
Cindi pushed a button, and suddenly power chords began to blast throughout the room. Looking incredibly pleased with herself, she stood back up quickly, causing her breasts to bounce, jiggle slightly, and then settle back into place, and she exclaimed in a cheery voice, “Alright, now let’s work on some of those finer points!” Dan watched helplessly as the insane woman (in fact, he was starting to wonder if she hadn’t actually been possessed by some kind of sex demon) strutted towards him with a hungry look in her eyes, her heels clicking against the floor in time with the percussive baseline of the first of many classic rock ballads.
As she reached him, she suddenly spun dramatically, and fell back against him, lifting her left arm and pulling his head forward. She arched her back, mashing the globes of her ass up against Dan’s erection, so that his throbbing cock was nuzzled gently between her warm, soft, and satin-like cheeks and his own stomach. Then she lifted her face and turned towards him. As she looked deeply into his beady terrified eyes with her laughing blue ones, she began to gyrate slightly against him, her ass rubbing deliciously up and down his aching dick in time to the song. “Remember,” she said in little more than a breathy whisper, “No touching the girls. You stay still, pervert. If you don’t stop losing control, I’m going to have to punish you.”
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He instinctively moved to meet her kiss, but the hand against the back of his head suddenly tightened, pulling him forcefully back by his hair. Her shining blue eyes met his. “Hey!” She exclaimed, much more sternly now. “What did I just say???” She softened her grip again, and moved slowly back in. She licked her lips, and they glistened in the florescent light, soft and inviting. “You don’t get to touch the girls. Now…Don’t. Move.” she whispered, and punctuated each of the last two words with a soft, wet kiss against either side of his now, obediently, slack mouth.
As Dan hung there helplessly, Cindi slowly pressed her wet mouth against his gasping lips again and again. Every time he moved his mouth in reaction, her hand would tighten against his scalp again, tugging painfully until he stopped moving, before she resumed her oral invasion. With each delicious rotation of her hips, she moaned into his mouth, and lightly tongued the edge of his lips. Dan was drunk on her, and found his eyes drifting to the massive naked tits that heaved to the music before him, bouncing and jiggling as Cindi rolled her curvaceous hips against him in time with the beat. They swayed, shifting and rolling lightly against her ribcage as she gyrated. He almost fainted as he realized for the first time that, while she was holding his head firmly in her right hand, she was lightly rubbing, pinching and flicking her nipple with her left.
She stopped her light kissing for a moment, saw where he was looking, and giggled, lifting her left hand to his face and extending her index finger. She pressed it lightly between his lips, and breathed “Go ahead, Dan. Lick it. Lick my finger and make it wet for me, so I can make myself feel good. So I can knead your saliva lightly into my hard nipple while you watch. It’s ok. You can do it. It’s ok if the dancers say so.” Dan obeyed, and swirled his tongue around her finger until it was glistening, wishing in spite of himself that he was kissing those perfect tits himself instead. Then his eyes watched hungrily as she slowly slid her finger back down her ample chest, and back down to the hard nubbin of her left breast, leaving a light trail of saliva down her collarbone.
As she squeezed her nipple between thumb and wet forefinger, she squealed, literally squealed, and hungrily slid her face up his cheek and towards his ear, licking and teething lightly at the lobe, and panting/moaning hot breath into his ear as he struggled to stay calm. And during all of this, never stopping, like some unholy machine, she methodically slid her massive ass against the shaft of his swollen member in perfect rhythm with the music. Dan was trying not to think about how much he wished she would move just a little bit higher, as the sensitive head of his cock bounced against his belly button, untouched, inches above the warm soft globes of her ass.
His deeply held religious beliefs about sex and procreation were beginning to feel a little silly to him, and he was suddenly wishing for the first time in his life that he had tried a different tact with his wife all those years ago. It took every ounce of his willpower not to move, knowing that any movement would make these sensations, these wonderful, intoxicating sensations, stop. He was beginning to moan audibly now, and he felt like nothing in the world existed except the hot, wet tongue in his ear, the massive, bouncing tits directly in his line of sight, and the incredible sensation of this woman’s ass against his dick. Dan’s breath picked up, and Cindi's movements matched in time, faster and faster and faster…
Suddenly, silence. She stepped away from the captive man’s quivering body and spun around expertly on her heels (she truly was extraordinarily talented at moving in them), and with big, innocent eyes and a playful shrug, exclaimed “Song’s done!” Dan was having trouble making sense of what was happening. All he knew is that this beautiful, mesmerizing, insane woman had taken him to the brink of something he hadn’t experienced in years, and then suddenly stopped.
She giggled a little at his betrayed and wounded expression. “Awww you poor thing! You look so confused. Let me explain! See, in stripping, guys pay us to dance for them right? Well, rather than charge by the minute, or by the hour, strip clubs charge by the song. That way, after the song’s done, we can charge them for another one! So I need to practice at keeping you riiiiiiiiight on the edge up to the end of the song with my ass, so that I can make sure my customers will want to go running for their wallets the second the track is up! Make sense?”
She started to walked back over to the speaker, bouncing and jiggling with every step, and then paused, looking back at him with a playful grin. “Soooooo I figured, you could help me out tonight through the ten songs on Side B? So that I can get really good at keeping guys right on the edge?” She looked at him with those intoxicating, dancing eyes, evidently expecting an answer, but Dan could only gape back in horror. Nine more of these? And hadn’t she mentioned something about “Freebird” being the final track? His heart sank. He didn’t know if he would survive much more of this. He found himself wanting to abandon his every principal for some release.
Cindi laughed at his expression, “Awww sweetie! Why do you look so sad? I’m doing exactly what I promised! I have absolutely no intention of making you spurt that filthy, FILTHY, sinful seed. Unless…” A comically exaggerated expression of realization spread across her face, and Dan had a vague, blurry sense that he was being made fun of. “Unless…you don’t…no, that couldn’t be. You don’t WANT to orgasm…Do you, Dan?” She looked at him sweetly, those almost unnaturally blue eyes dancing again. Although it had been seemingly defeated, Dan’s rage rose to the surface in one final dying wave of resistance.
“No!” He sputtered weakly. Even HE could hear the lack of conviction in his voice, but his pride forced him to barrel past this. “It’s…it’s a sin! You’re tempting me to be a sinner like you! To drag me down into the pits of hell with you! You’re just a sex crazed slut like all the rest of them! All of you women! Stay…stay away from me!” Cindi looked at him almost sadly for a moment, although certainly not with surprise, and then smiled and nodded, as if making some final decision.
“Oh good! I’m soooo glad you feel that way sweetie! I guess I was right! You ARE the perfect practice tool I was looking for.” She stretched, pulling her arms far back behind her head, and arched her back with a low grunt, pulling her tantalizing breasts taut against her, and stretching her soft, smooth tummy flat. “Well, I guess we have a lot of work to do before I start my set for the night!” Then, with a light press of the speaker, hair metal power chords filled the room once more. “Let’s get started!” She exclaimed happily, and bounced back over to him.
Chapter 5: Achilles Last Stand
Cindi repeated her treatment of Dan again. And again. And again. She slid up and down him, rubbed against him, and kissed his neck, his nose, his ears, his lips: all while expecting he remain completely still. By the end of the second song, Dan’s head was spinning wildly, and she punctuated the song’s end by pulling his face firmly downward in two warm soft hands, and slowly guiding each of her erect nipples lightly around his still, loose, obedient lips, giggling as a strand of drool fell from his watering mouth as he struggled not to move.
By the end of the third song, he was actively trying not to beg her to touch him more. Whenever she wasn’t grinding her truly enticing ass against his dick, she was lightly stroking it with her fingertips. The movement, the soft, delicious stroking and rubbing against his pulsating, hungry erection, never stopped for an instant. But never the head. Her hands, her ass, her thighs: they all seemed to juuuuuust miss touching his aching and sensitive cock head, and he was beginning to realize with dawning horror that this was absolutely intentional on the part of his intoxicating captor.
At some point during song three, Cindi nuzzled in again, slid her mouth back up to Dan’s ear, and began to alternate between heavy, erotic panting, and raggedly whispering about some of the most inventive sexual acts Dan could possibly imagine. “Since you probably don’t know this stuff”, she claimed, giggling, she breathily described the best ways to get a dick off with her hands, with her feet, with her hair, with her tits, with her mouth. The flood of images and ideas blurred with the 80’s Rock power chords in his mind, and his thoughts about why this was wrong became harder and harder to pin down.
Dan sputtered out a weak, quiet “please” for the first time during the fourth song, and she pretended not to hear it. She was in the midst of lightly tickling his balls and breathily describing what she would do with his “aching, throbbing, dick” if only he would let her. “If only you were ok with it, oh man, it would probably feel soooooooo good.” She purred, and continued as if he hadn’t spoken, clearly talking more to herself. “I still can’t believe you haven’t masturbated in seven years! Those poor, aching balls must feel sooooo full. I can’t believe you don’t want me to make you cum, everyone tells me that I’m soooo good at it. Oh man, how would I even do it if you let me? Maybe I would just lick, and slurp, and kiss your balls and cock, until you spurted all over my face! Oooor…Oooh, maybe I could grab some of that lotion from my desk and give you a slow, slippery hand job. God, I bet your hot throbbing cock would feel soooo good between my slippery, sliding fingers…Oh, or I could fuck you with my tits! That’s an idea, huh? I can tell you like them, you know. I could oil up right in front of you, just cover these jugs in baby oil and just go nuts down there? Man I bet you would love getting titty fucked, wouldn’t you Dan?”
She continued on and on like this, and Dan’s composure finally, fully, broke at the start of the fifth song. “Cindi, please…” Dan rasped this time, a bit louder, but she again continued her verbal and physical onslaught as if she had heard nothing. Dan felt the dull ache in his balls suddenly mutate into an absolutely overwhelming, panicked NEED, his pride evaporated, and the finally words tore out of him in a ragged scream, “CINDI, oh god, PLEASE!” Cindi stopped speaking, stopped lightly teasing his scrotum with hot pink, perfectly manicured gel nails, and looked at him with an exaggerated and wide eyed expression of shock and surprise.
“Please? What do you mean Dan? Please what?” Then her hand began moving gently against him again almost immediately, but this time it then slid slowly up his shaft, until she was lightly holding his throbbing cock head against his bellybutton in a warm, cupped hand. She began to lightly move her hand, up and down, left and right, ever so slightly against the sensitive bulb at the tip of him, as she continued to look in his hungry, pleading eyes. “Are you trying to tell me something? Do you want something? Do you need something? Well, what is it, Dan? I won’t know what you need until you tell me”.
Dan was almost crying now, and in ragged gasping breaths he shouted, “Oh god…Cindi, I…I NEED to cum! Please! Please just move your hand a little faster! I want to cum! I’ll do anything! I’m so sorry, I was wrong! You’re a wonderful human being, with so much good in you! There’s nothing wrong with your job! Please, just please, touch me a little faster, I feel like I’m losing my mind!”
Smiling, she slid around to directly face him, and then stepped forward and into him once more. She lightly laid her arms around his head, and moaned slightly as she arched her back, pressing her soft warm breasts against his bare chest. He could feel the weight of them flatten and spread against him, and felt the hard buttons of her nipples rubbing maddeningly against his own. She swayed lightly back and forth as she spoke, shifting her weight slightly from one foot to the other, and her silky round belly lightly brushed against his dick with each shift, causing him to gasp uncontrollably.
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She then leaned back in and began to kiss the nape of his neck again with such a hungry, wet ferocity that Dan instantly began his desperate begging once more, “Cindi! I know I…I was wrong! You’ve shown me the error of my ways! I-I’m a changed mmmmmooooh God…changed man! Please, oh god, just…Please Cindi! I can’t take this anymore! Please make me cum! Oh, god, PLEASE! I need to so bad. I’m begging you! Cindi, PLEASE!”
He actually screamed the last word, and with amazement, she watched as Dan’s eyes began to shine with tears, his body shaking with need. This was going better than she could have hoped for. She pulled her head back and looked into his eyes. Her expression was serious, but again those dancing, piercing, supernaturally blue eyes laughed.
She appeared to consider his words. “Well…ooookaaaay, I guess. If you’re really sure you want an orgasm from me, I might consider it. But I feel like if I’m going to give you your first spurt in over seven years…I mean, the least I could do is make it special! Hmmmm…Hey!” Her face brightened as if an incredible idea had suddenly occurred to her. “I know! Why don’t you decide which part of me is your favorite, and I’ll make you cum with that part of my body! That way, we can decide how to make your orgasm as special as possible! Don’t you think that’s a good idea Dan?” She grinned as Dan’s nodded enthusiastically, with a suddenly hungry expression.
Then she pressed her forehead against his, holding her fingers lightly against his jawline, and continued, in a slightly deeper, breathy voice. “So what do you think Dan? What do you think is the sexiest part of me? Is it my wet, soft mouth? My enormous, bouncing tits? My soft, smooth fingers? Oh, hey, maybe we go off road here and I can tickle and stroke you with my soft, tiny cute little toes? I bet you would like that, wouldn’t you, you little pervert?” Dan’s mind was whirling thinking of the possibilities, but then, to his horror, suddenly Cindi's demeanor became serious and businesslike again, her fingers firmed against his face, and her eyes hardened. “So what do you think, Dan? Go ahead. Rate me. Rate my body, Dan. Tell me what’s valuable and not about my physical appearance. That’s what men like you are good at after all…right? Telling us dirty….filthy…slutty girls that we only matter because of our tits? Or our ass? Or our legs? Go ahead, Dan. Tell me. Tell me.”
Dan gulped and realized that this was not the act of mercy he had thought it was. He may not have spent much time socializing with the opposite sex lately, but he recognized a trap when he heard one. His mind raced, searching for an answer that would cause her to show him mercy. “Your…your BRAIN.” He almost shouted, triumphantly, “Your mind is so beautiful Cindi. I swear, you’re a whole complete person to me!”
The gale of laughter that burst out of her, instantly dashed his hopes of having solved the puzzle. “Oh wow, ooookay! Someone knows what to say, huh? Your little bigoted social group held a sexual harassment seminar once, did they?” She giggled again, and shook her head, her peroxide blonde and electric blue punk rock hair cut bouncing attractively around her round, smiling face.
“Well, the problem there is that I can’t exactly get you off with my brain, can I? I mean…not literally! So, you know…you didn’t reeeeeally answer the question…” She paused, and her brow furrowed. “Are you not listening to me, Dan? It would make me sooooo sad if I found out you weren’t listening when I speak to you. Do you not find what I have to say important? Here, let me ask the question a little more clearly, maybe that will help.” She took his cheeks in her hands and tightened them, lightly mashing his lips and cheeks together in a gesture that was more humiliating than painful, and looked soulfully, deeply, into his eyes. “Dan, if you could cum on your favorite part of my body, what part might that be? My mouth? My hands? My tits? My feet? Or maybe…”
A smile slide across her face, as she continued, “Maybe…maybe you want to FUCK me? Oh wow…Hey, do you want to FUCK me Dan? Do you want to thrust that throbbing, aching, desperate cock into my wet slit? Do you want to feel my legs wrap around your back, my fingers holding tightly to your shoulder blades, my tits mashed against your chest as you ram and thrust into my wet hole…again…and again…and again…?”
Dan was completely under her spell, his eyes locked onto the full, quivering lips that softly pushed out one word after another, and then her eyes suddenly hardened once more, and she took a small step back, lightly pushing his face away. “Well Dan? Is that it? Is it my pussy that you’re all hot and bothered about? Is that the part of a woman that matters most to you? Is that why I have value? Because of the wet slit between my legs? Go ahead. Tell me, Dan. Dan. Tell me.”
Dan tried to hold back a sob from the emotional whiplash of this as he desperately searched for a way to placate this woman, to garner some kind of mercy. He stuttered and fumbled as he tried to speak and his words took on a desperate, begging quality. “No! No, that’s not it at all Cindi! Oh god please, you just don’t know what this feels like! Please you have to help me! Every part of you is wonderful! You are a goddess! An angelic vision of perfection. Every inch of you is incredible! But…oh god, but I mean, your personality…you know, your personality matters too! And your personality is so great! You’re obviously so funny and smart and talented and sexy…But…but not just sexy! Oh god. I love everything about you equally, every…everything about you is equally wonderful, I couldn’t choose a favorite thing…because…because it’s all equally wonderful, equally important, I promise I respect you so much, oh God Sarah, PLEASE!”
I've been reading your work on literotica for a while, and absolutely love it. I'me feeling suddenly very bashful, imagining you reading my work- I hope you continue to like it if you choose to continue reading 
The way you write about gorgeous, confident women seducing and manipulating passive shy men is incredibly erotic to me, and something that I definitely try to incorporate here as well. You are one of a handful of authors that inspired my idea here, in other words! Thank you so much for the encouraging comment, and for all the enjoyment I've gotten from your writing over the years.
