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The Go- Go Club
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
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The Go-Go Club
He was such a nice guy. Sometimes his messages were a little strange ...
like when he sent the ones about spanking you. But those were always because
you were naughty. And the idea of getting a spanking excited you. You liked
imagining it. He always just pretended anyway. He just used it as an excuse
to get you on his lap. Was he too shy to just say he wanted you naked in
his arms?
Well you were going to find out how shy he is very soon now. You invited him
to meet you downtown for lunch. He suggested Camelot and gave you the
address. Let's see ... 1823 M Street. Here it is ... GOOD LORD! It's a
GO-GO place. You see him standing next to the door. And he walks up to
you with a big smile.
He quickly suggests a different place, but explains that Camelot really is
a very nice, clean restaurant. It caters to the business-suit crowd, he
explains. Are you feeling adventurous? Well you've seen go-go places in
movies ... like in Beverly Hills Cop. What makes this place different, you
wonder. He talks you into peeking in the door.
You see a long, narrow room. The place smells clean ... no cigarette smoke
or perfume. The small tables all have linen. And there are quite a few
well dressed men eating lunch. In the middle of the long room is a small
platform. A very tall, beautiful woman is slowly dancing to a soft popular
tune. Very classy, very nice chassis, and very nude. It certainly is NOT
like the raw sex you always imagined.
Before you can back out, he and the hostess urge you to sit at the table
near the door. He give you the seat with the best view. He takes the seat
opposite you with his back to the dancer. Well, you think, the door is
near. But he better not make any false moves! You grab the menu and stare
blindly at it.
He quickly suggests a burger and a beer. You agree with his choice. The
waitress comes to take your order. The music stops.
There is quiet applause for the dancer, which he joins. You look down the
room and see two men standing in front of the platform. Each man tucks a
folded bill into the woman's garter, which is her only item of clothing.
She smiles nicely at them. The next record from the jukebox starts ... and
she goes back to her quiet dance.
After the beer arrives, you start to relax. He is very polite ... and seems
almost amused at you. He explains that another "regular" place would have
been fine with him. He was just seeing how adventurous you were. He is very
pleased at your bravery. Well, he certainly made it easy to have something
sexy to talk about. He draws you into a conversation about women enjoying
looking at other naked women. He notices that your eyes keep shifting to
watch the dancer.
When he notices how much you are enjoying the dancer, he excuses himself.
He walks down to the platform and tips her. He spends a moment whispering
to her ... and you see both of them look in your direction. She smiles and
nods, and he returns to your table.
"I tipped her for you, and she said say, 'Thank you.'" You see that it is
her last dance. She is slipping on her lace outfit. She helps the next woman
get onto the platform. Then, as the music starts again, she comes over to
your table ... and asks you if you would like company. She is twisting a
twenty dollar bill in her fingers ... and you have a strong feeling that
she just got it from him.
He motions you forward to whisper in your ear. He says that she loves to
party ... and that now is your chance for that "experience" you said you
always dreamed about with Renee. His hand has closed on your arm to pull
your ear close to his lips. His breath is warm against your ear. You are
feeling dizzy and allow him to nuzzle your cheek. You are suspended ...
it seems like forever.
From the corner of your eye, you see him reach out to the dancer.
She lets him pull her into the seat next to you. What are you getting
yourself into, you ask yourself, as you slide your mouth around to his.
The sudden, unexpected presentation of an erotic fantasy has thrown you
into a pulse-pounding dream. You were prepared to consider ... and probably
reject ... a pass from him.
But you were not prepared to reject something that you have been reaching
for for years.
As you fall into a passionate kiss with him, the dancer takes your hand.
She slips her fingers between yours, locking hands and palms with you.
Then she pulls your hand toward her and slides both her hand and yours
inside her loose top. She firmly rubs the back of your hand up and down
and around her bare breasts. You can feel her skin clearly. Your thumb
is free, and she encourages you to use it to stroke and squeeze her nipples.
She lets go of your hand, and presses it against her breasts until you
continue your touches on your own power.
At the same time, her other hand reaches over to you. Her hand explores
your breasts ... finds your nipple ... and begins to milk you. You cannot
breathe. You cannot think. Everything is a haze as you become lost in an
erotic fantasy. You can't get enough of his mouth as you kiss intimately
and deeply with him. You can't get enough of touching this dancer's large
breasts and swollen nipples. Her freed hand has slid under your skirt
between your thighs while the other continues to stroke and squeeze and
pull your nipple over and over. And his hand has slipped down your arm and
has begun doing the same with your other breast. Under the table, his knee
has pressed between yours ... enough to keep them apart for the dancer to
reach your dripping pussy.
You finally come up for air. Her fingers in your pussy did not satisfy you.
You want more! You want to get naked and get into bed with her. And with
him. You want to feel his cock inside you.
What happened? This started out as a simple lunch date. You were going on
a blind date with someone from the boards. It was only supposed to be a
hamburger and a few laughs. Now, all of a sudden, you know you are not
going back to work. You will go wherever he says.
He and the dancer whisper for a moment. Then she leaves. He asks you if
you have time to drop by her apartment upstairs. Upstairs? He explains
that the dancers often work for tips, room and board. She is going on
break now, and asked he to invite you to join her. Oh why does it have
to be so easy? Why couldn't it be a tough decision? So you could say No?
He sees your temptation. He leans close and tells you that the dancer is
waiting. She is on her bed waiting for you.
That was too much. You silently nod yes. He drops a few bills on the table
to pay for lunch. Then he takes your hand and pulls you towards the back of
the restaurant. You follow blindly. He stops with you at the platform and
whispers to the new dancer there. You are only a foot away... and you can
see her pussy peeking through her trimmed bush. Is the dancer upstairs
naked? You hope so.
The stairs are narrow and dim. Halfway up, he stops. He pulls you close ...
and kisses you. It is a shy kiss. He lets you lead it into more passion.
You search for his tongue with yours.
He lets you rub your body against his. You lean back against the wall, and
pull him to you. He leans into you with his weight. You can now feel the
hardness of his cock pressing against your thigh through his pants. You
slide over and press your pussy hard against it. It feels so good.
"Do you trust me?" he asks. Trust him? What does he mean? "Do you know I
won't harm or hurt you in any way?" he asks. Of course, you reply. Why?
"She wants to tie you up. But I won't let her unless you trust me. You have
to be sure! If we play this game with you, we won't untie you when you ask.
We won't untie you when you beg. We won't untie you until she is ready. But
only if you trust me. Do you?"
You search his eyes, heart pounding. NO! Not that! You tell him that you
don't know him well enough. You just met. He nods, OK. And he takes your
hand to lead you back downstairs. Wait! What about the dancer? He explains
that this is her place. If you are not ready for her game, you won't be
asked to play. Wait! you ask. You are torn between the excitement and the
fear. You waver for a long time. But he didn't have to warn you. If he
wanted to hurt you, he would have tricked you. OK. You don't say anything ...
you just take his hand and pull him back up the stairs. Your heart is
pounding.
There is a long hall at the top of the stairs, with quite a few doors. He
leads you to a door marked with the number 6. He knocks quietly. The light
from the peephole is blocked for a long moment by someone on the other side.
The door opens.
The room inside is very neat. It is decorated with murals and posters
depicting erotic scenes, but nothing blatant or pornographic. There is a
large bed piled high with colorful pillows, a couch and armchair, dressers,
and so on. It's just an ordinary place. You almost expected a dungeon ...
but this place looked normal.
He puts his finger to his lips, motioning you to be silent. The dancer is
smiling in anticipation. Her hand strays to her crotch for a second, as if
to catch a drip of moisture trickling out. She suddenly nods, more at herself
than at you. She made up her mind. He nods back and hugs you. "Are you ready
for some fun?" he asks. Your heart starts pounding again! Weakly, you nod.
The dancer steps close to you and nuzzles your neck. Her hand delicately
moves upward from your hip to your breast. She allows you to hug her for
a moment, while she fondles you. You can hear her breathing in your ear.
As she gets herself more excited, she begins to get more insistent in her
probing. She rubs herself up and down against your body, forcing you back
against the door behind you. You look over her shoulder and see that her
other hand is stroking the front of his pants.
Suddenly she stops. "Tie her up!" she commands him. He looks at you,
waiting for your nod. "Last chance to back out," his eyes are saying. But
the dancers hands had a strong effect on you. You want more. You hold your
wrists out silently, in a "cuff me" motion. He leads you over to the bed.
You are a little surprised that there is nothing exotic or fancy. He simply
stretches you out on your back in a classic spread-eagle position. There are
no special padded cuffs ... just plain clothesline at the four corners of the
bed. When you are secure, the dancer says, "Now you," to him.
Aren't they going to undress you? Apparently not. Both of you are still
fully dressed when he carefully lays down on top of you. He supports most
of his weight with his elbows and knees. But his body is very firmly against
yours. You can feel his hardness against your inner thigh. He smiles shyly,
and kisses you. At that moment, the dancer brings more cords up and ties him
to the same corners. You realize that whatever happens now, he is in the same
fix you are in. This dancer better be nice, or he is in BIG trouble with you.
He can move around a little ... even get up on hands and knees ... but he
can't untie himself. "Now. Up!" the dancer commands. He lifts himself as far
as he can and looks down at you. The dancer begins to unbutton your blouse.
When your blouse has been opened, she slides one hand inside your bra and
begins to caress and stroke you. She is kneeling by the side of the bed,
watching his face. You see him begin to look dizzy. You realize what is
going through his head right now; he wishes it was his hand instead of
hers. When her hand leaves, the cup has been pulled down, exposing your
breast. "Don't move." She commands him. She reaches under you and unsnaps
your bra. Then she pulls it up around your neck, exposing your breasts
fully to his joyful view.
She moves further down and pulls your skirt up around your hips. Her hand
reaches inside your panty waistband and strokes you delicately. Your moisture
begins to drip and itch, and you slide your hips around trying to find her
fingers. But she never quite touches you where you want it, even though her
hand comes out dripping. She wipes her hand on his mouth. "Kiss her." He
drops down on you and pushes against your open mound. You grind against him
as he kisses your mouth. You can taste your juices. He spends some time
nuzzling and sucking your breasts.
"UP!" she commands. While you were kissing him, the dancer took all of her
clothes off. She is the only one really undressed. She opens his pants. When
she pulls them down around his knees, you can clearly see his bulge through
his briefs. She strokes it slowly, as his eyes begin to roll back in his head.
He is going crazy.
"Do you think he should get any pussy today?" she asks you. You are surprised
that you have a choice, and eagerly nod Yes. She kisses you on the mouth ...
on your bare breasts ... on your exposed belly ... on your damp mound through
your panties. The she tugs your panties down until he can look down at your
nakedness. "Kiss her."
He tries to reach your pussy, but the ropes won't allow it. He settles for a
quick nibble on your exposed nipples. Then he lowers himself against you and
grinds away again. This time, only his underpants separate you as you eagerly
kiss him.
"UP!" she commands. She exposes his cock to you. Her hands stroke him up and
down his long shaft. You can see him clearly. His cock bounces lightly in a
regular pattern. You can tell it is the blood pounding in his veins. She
bends down between you. You can't see, now, but you can tell from the way
his eyes are rolling that she is sucking on him. There are a lot of wet
slurping noises. Oh if only she would let you do that to him!
"OK. Time for some pussy." She says with a big smile. Your hopes soar ... and
are suddenly dashed. She crawls between the two of you, facing you! "Fuck me"
she commands him as she impales herself on his cock. "Suck me" she commands
you as she squeezes her breasts together to get both nipples in your mouth.
From her excited movements, you realize that he has indeed found the mark.
Her moans of pleasure swiftly reach a peak. She bounces wildly against your
face, and throws her hips around in grinding circles for a long time ...
subsiding finally into long, low murmurs. She kisses your face for a while.
Then slides out from between you.
"UP!" she commands him, again. She whispers in your ear, "Now it's your turn."
She begins to stroke your breasts with both hands while kneeling next to your
head. His knees are between your thighs and you rub your legs against his.
Then she straddles your face and lowers her pussy onto your mouth. "Eat me,"
she commands.
So this is what it is like, you realize. And from the taste, you also realize
with joy that he has saved himself for you. There is no trace of semen mixed
in her fragrant juices. Her legs are vibrating with tension next to your ears.
As you suck on her pussy, she falls forward and slips between you and him. You
can feel her pull your panties further down your legs. Then her tongue enters
your yearning love box.
There is a pause in her action on you ... and from her continued gyrations,
you realize what is happening. She is probably sucking on him again. His
rocking motions soon confirm your guess. But the pattern changes soon.
She slips aside a little, and you can feel something pressing against your
pussy. It feels good, and, by wiggling down a little, you realize that you
have captured the head of his cock. But, as you try to get more of it, it
is withdrawn.
"Satisfy me first," she says to you over her shoulder. You return your
attention to her. As her excitement builds, you feel her allowing him to
enter you again. It feels so wet and juicy down there that you realize she
is licking your pussy and his cock while he slides in and out. You have
waited so long for this! As her gyrating pussy in your face builds to a
climax, she allows him to push deeper. His cock feels wonderfull ... thick
and long. Your own pleasure builds rapidly. Finally, the three of you all
race to the top at the same time in a long series of pushing and pumping
and squirming and grinding and squirting and rubbing orgasms.
After a while, she unties the two of you. You all lay together in a big
pile, loving and caressing each other. The dancer says, "Next time you
won't get yours so easily. He told me you were a virgin, lesbian-wise, so
I came right away. When you come back, I have a girlfriend named Renee
Holmes that will be waiting for you." She then whispered in your ear,
"And you don't have to bring HIM."
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