THE STRIPER"S TEASE 2

The BLUE ROOM was exactly what the name implied. Lit with dim blue lights, the room gave off an ambience that reeked of sex. There was a stripper pole in the middle of the room, a huge four-poster bed, a small refrigerator and a cabinet with several sex paraphernalia (hand-cuffs, whips, dildos, vibrators, lubes et al) on display. The Special Guest was seated on a chair beside the refrigerator, sipping champagne, when Lolly entered. She froze temporarily in her tracks. Even in the dimness, she could tell the color of his eyes. They were steel grey and they stared at her the way a hunter stares at its prey. The look unnerved Lolly but she smiled at him; the smile she used professionally. She moved further into the room, perusing the Special Guest surreptitiously. He was young; probably early to mid thirties and he was fair. His head was cleanly shaved so she couldn’t tell if he was white, mulatto or just a fortunate albino. No words were spoken. Silence was a technique she employed to make herself appear mysterious to her guests. This Special Guest didn’t seem to mind. Lolly went straight to the cabinet to extract the sex toys, wondering what his fetish would be… but his voice stilled her. Deep, baritone and commanding.

“Dance for me…”

Lolly shivered uncomfortably as she tried to make a song selection. Her instincts told her this guy was going to be a bit of a bother and she didn’t like it. She selected DIDO’s “Who makes you feel”, soaking in the soulful sound and allowed the music sway her, trance-like, towards the pole. The Special Guest watched, sipping his champagne and taking in her act without expression. Lolly twisted and twirled, climbed and spun down the pole, making almost impossible turns in the process. Her crotch-less panties exposed her core to his willing but silent gaze. He leaned back on his chair with narrowed eyes, watching her with scorching intensity. For some strange reason she wanted to give her best performance to this stranger who appeared unmoved by her antics.  As the song came to an end, Lolly started to peel off her bustier.

“Don’t… don’t remove it. Not yet”

Lolly stopped in confusion. Her gaze travelled down his trousers and she noticed the expected bulge was missing. A nagging fear started to claw at her. Could she be losing her touch, she pondered as she stood still, staring at the guy. He poured another flute of champagne and proffered it to her. She declined.

“I don’t drink alcohol.”

“Hmm… you’re missing something good. Come… sit… let’s talk”

Lolly’s brow went up in disdain. This man paid N750,000 for a private encounter and he wants to talk, she thought in disbelief. But she obliged him. She sat opposite him, her legs spread apart so he could see her goods on offer. She gave his crotch another once over. Nary-a-bulge still.

“What tricks do you plan to entice me with? Mind you, I’m a difficult man to please,” he said with a pompous smirk.

“What’s your fantasy?” She asked him right back.

His smile was like an uneven crescent, chiseled on granite.

“I have none. I fulfilled my deepest, seediest fantasies before I turned 30!”

“Then why are you here?” Her nagging fear begin to morph into a stranglehold around her gut. She wished she could just fuck him, earn the $5,000 he’s forked out for her, and be out of here.

“For kicks… to see if you’re still human beneath that aloof, slutty carcass.”

Lolly took a shaky breath. The Special Guest, not taking his eyes from her, brought out a small pill phial from his trouser pocket and extracted two blue pills from it. He popped the pills into his mouth and washed them down with champagne. He offered the phial to Lolly but she declined with a shake of her head. Taking a deep breath, he leaned back on the chair, his eyes narrowed to slits.

“Give me what you’ve got”

Lolly’s relief was evident. She was now on familiar turf. She sat on the bed and leaned back slightly, reaching down with eager fingers to touch herself. Not taking her eyes off his face, she rubbed her clitoris gently with one hand and grabbed the remote control of the sound unit with the other hand, punching the buttons softly before tossing it back on the bed. The bass boom of the song “Find Your Love” by DRAKE came on, loud, clear and thumping. Lolly was a music buff with eclectic preferences in songs. Toni often told her that her mind was a lyrical archive. She heard the Special Guest inhale noisily as she worked on herself. She was suddenly so horny, her senses heightened by three cups of marijuana tea, the smell of her own juices, the somewhat feral stare from her guest and the sound of Drake’s voice. Lolly wanted her moist core to be impaled by a very stiff, throbbing penis. Her tempo increased as she thought of Micky the bartender – her ever randy, heavily endowed 25 year old plaything. She spread her legs further apart,  working her fingers in precise circular motions over her pulsating clitoris. The Special Guest watched her in silence though his eyes had darkened. They kept flickering down to her crotch as she worked her fingers in prolific maneuvers that made her moan softly. Through passion glazed eyes, she noticed a scar on the side of his head and thought it made him look sinister.

She stiffened when he moved abruptly towards her, pulling her to her feet. For her height, she only managed to reach his shoulder. Then he leaned in an attempt to kiss her but she turned her face away, avoiding his lips. He grabbed her face forcefully and glared at her.

“I— I don’t do kisses,” she mumbled in fear.

His forceful grip on her chin reminded her of a drug crazed guest she once entertained. The guy had feasted on a cocktail of cocaine, marijuana and Red Label and had gone crazy. He’d pulled Lolly from the pole in the middle of her private dance routine and hit her hard on her face. The slap made her reel in shock and she fell with an unbecoming thud. Before she could regain her composure, the guy hit her again, smiling morbidly and stroking his small, misshaped penis. Lolly’s face stung from the slaps but she didn’t scream or wail in pain. She bore it like a trooper. Then the guy had a flashbulb moment. He got a whip from the cabinet and thought by flogging her viciously, his penis could increase in size and girth. Neither happened. He hit her till she bled. Luckily, Austin had been watching her via CCTV in his office. The BLUE ROOM had a hidden camera and Austin had tapes of every sordid act that went on in there. Austin bamboozled his way into the BLUE ROOM and roughly yanked the whip from the guy who seemed to have ejaculated at the sight of Lolly’s blood. Several strategic blows later, the unconscious patron was whisked out while Toni took Lolly to a private hospital. She had been unable to work for two weeks and Austin’s mood during that period was near murderous.

“My dear, for $10,000, you WILL marinate in golden showers if I want you to. Now kiss me. And make it worth my while” he growled.

Not wanting to aggravate him, Lolly slowly touched her lips to his in a gentle kiss, her tongue flicking as she tried to gain access into his mouth. He remained resolutely still, like a statue, but his lips were surprisingly soft. She nibbled at them teasingly and felt his heartbeat quicken in response. Suddenly, he pushed her away in disgust and turned his back to her with a furious snort. Lolly’s confusion and frustration threatened to spill. What did this man want and why doesn’t he just say it, so she could get this over with and go home? Her thoughts were furious but she remained calm.

“Thrill me…” he commanded, not bothering to turn around.

“I’m trying to do so but it’s kinda hard to defrost a statue.” The words tumbled out before she could stop them.  Surprisingly, he had a smile on his face when he turned to look at her.

“I’m not supposed to teach you how to thrill me, seeing as you’re the professional, but you could start by grabbing my balls.”

That was the only clue Lolly needed. She pulled his zipper down and reached into his trousers, snaking past his flaccid penis as she reached for his balls. They felt soft and squashy as she gently tugged and juggled them between her fingers.  His eyes never left her face; staring at her with those piercing grey eyes as she tried to make him come alive. Her mouth itched to taste him, a crave she suddenly had to satisfy. Without breaking her gaze from his, she knelt and took him in her mouth. Lolly sucked on his penis, rolling her tongue around his dick-head, eliciting soft suction sounds. She was rewarded by a lazy nod from his shaft. She kept at it, sucking with an intensity that could probably extract blood from most. His penis only achieved 20% turgidity. After several intense attempts, the futility of her act hit her. He couldn’t get it up. This man paid The Maximum just to make her work hard, knowing she couldn’t please him. Lolly was temporarily floored but not for long. This was a sexual challenge; she had never balked from a sexual challenge and she wasn’t going to do so now. She got up and stood before him, expressionless. He’s defiant smirk masked his secret insecurity.

“You and I know I can’t thrill you.”

He said nothing. Instead, he walked back to the the chair and sat down, lifting his champagne flute to his lips.

“So… do I get a refund?”

Lolly stared at him in silence for a bit while her mind zapped through possible remedies on how she could deal with his situation.

“I paid alot of money to get laid yet here I am, drinking champagne and watching a supposed professional act clueless. Austin should stop giving you so much props.” His words cut her deep.

“And what makes you think you’re not gonna get laid? ” she asked him with a confidence she didn’t feel.

He looked down at his open crotch and back at her.

“Is that a trick question? Or is there a joke in there that I missed?” he spat out with a frostiness  that matched his eyes.

Lolly punched the remote control again. This time, LANA DEL REY’S “Born to die” comes on. Lolly decided on another approach. If she couldn’t please him, he should please her. She stood astride him, her crotch directly above his face.

“Eat me.” Her voice was soft but firm. He gave her a look of utter contempt.

“What’s the problem? Never eaten pussy before?” she asked, challenging him with her eyes.

“Not a whore’s pussy”

His insult didn’t faze her.

“Try it. It just might be the nourishment you need.” Her challenging gaze didn’t waver.

He threw her challenging look back at her then dug his teeth into her thigh, just above her garter stocking. Lolly was shocked at the impact. She knew the bite was going to leave a bruise but quickly forgot the pain as his teeth found another spot and sank in. This time, the bite was less vicious. A small sigh escaped her as his breath fanned her moistness, while his teeth grazed along her inner thigh and slowly traveled up to the center. Her legs trembled slightly as his tongue made contact with the soft lips of her feminine core. She smelled like flowers and musk and he wanted to draw out her nectar and taste it. His tongue ran the length of her lips, blowing air before burrowing into her. Lolly gasped and held his shoulders for support. He continued to dig into her with his tongue, occasionally stopping to suck on her clit and graze it with his teeth. Lolly felt herself tethering towards climax and pushed his head away. She reached for him and was pleased to see that he was 40% turgid. His slow progress pleased her.

She walked up to the cabinet and got out fluffy handcuffs and a belt and took them to the bed. She beckoned him to join her and he did so without protest. Lolly pushed him on to the bed roughly and quickly cuffed both his hands to the bedpost. She wasted no time in stripping him naked. His steely eyes stared at her, wondering what magic she was about to work. She smiled at him as she fastened the belt around his neck like a noose. The room fall silent as the music stopped. Lolly punched continuous replay on the remote control and “Born to die” came back on. She tossed her bustier aside and straddled her Special Guest. She tugged at the end of the belt and it tighten a little around his neck.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” he asked in outrage.

In response she tugged at the belt again, its makeshift noose tightening further around his neck. His face reddened. She reached behind her and gently grabbed his penis, giving it long, measured strokes. His steel grey eyes watched her in unexpected trepidation. A few strokes later, she tugged on the belt and his face reddened even more.

“Erotic asphyxiation,” he managed to blurt out though his voice sounded choked. “You sick bitch! Untie me now!!!

Lolly smiled. She felt him grown in her palms, his penis throbbing furiously. He was 75% hard and she could feel the slippery essence of his pre-cum on her palms. Maintaining a firm hold on the belt, she fell on his penis like a hungry hyena, lapping and sucking off any slimy residue. She stole a look at him and saw the strain on his face as he trashed about, trying to free himself from the cuffs. He was near his sexual precipice and she knew he would shoot his load in no time. With an expertise, borne from years of practice, Lolly straddled him and slowly settled on his penis, helping to guide it into her core. She tugged on the belt and heard him gag and gasp for air. She also felt him harden to the maximum inside her. She let go of the belt, and slowly began to ride him, moving her hips with ease. He struggled to free his hands but the action only made her more excited. She bounced on his shaft, luxuriating in it reluctant fullness. She felt him stiffen and knew he was about to shoot. She leaned forward and took one of his nipples in her mouth, grinding her hips on his and making sure her elongated clit rubbed on the base of his dick.

“Arrrrgh…. Gaaaawd dammit! Gaaaaawd dammit! Fuck you… Fuck you…. Fuck yoooooou….”

She felt him fill her up and watched him trash about; his head, face and upper torso so red they looked like they would explode. Lolly got up and took him in her mouth. He jerked at the impact of her lips on his penis and started to convulse as she milked the last residue of his release with her mouth. His epileptic jerks would have frightened another but not Lolly. This was like a school science project… tricky but with a solution. A solution worth $5000 for her and another $5000 for Austin. She didn’t stop drinking from him until she felt him go still. Deathly still. She looked up and saw him gasping, his steel grey eyes wide open in bewilderment.

Lolly un-cuffed him and removed the belt from his neck. She picked up her bustier and stared at him with a look akin to pity. He was still on the bed, naked, legs apart and hands in cuff mode. He was too weak to get up. Watching him, she realized he looked way younger after sex; his grey eyes glistening with a mixture of emotions. She felt his cum slide down her thighs in slow, slimy motion but didn’t bother to wipe off. She was going to take a shower anyways.

“Are you gonna be ok?” She asked him, the barest hint of concern tingeing her voice.

He didn’t respond. She didn’t expect him to. She turned and left the BLUE ROOM. The Special Guest mumbled something incoherent as he gazed unseeingly at the ceiling of dim blue lights.

Austin, Toni and the DJ peeled their eyes off the small CCTV in Austin’s office. An uncomfortable silence settled between them.

“Well! Lolly is priceless isn’t she?” Toni piped. He had to break the silence.

“She is De Luna. She is what makes De Luna the best strip-club in this axis. I might have to increase her pay. She’s worth an increase” Austin said this with a confidence that spoke of something deeper.

Toni and DJ exchanged uncomfortable looks. Austin caught the look.

“What? You don’t think she deserves a raise after what you just saw?”

Toni sighed, rolled his eyes and announced.

“Listen, Lolly plans to quit next month. She says she’s made enough money for her to start life all over again. She was going to tell you herself but… oh-well” Toni shrugged nonchalantly.

“She wants to elope with Micky,” the DJ added.

Austin fell silent. He didn’t utter a word after that. Toni and the DJ knew the news would break Austin’s heart so they slipped out of his office to allow him mourn the impending loss of his star act. On the CCTV, The Special Guest could be seen staggering around, trying to find his clothes. But Austin didn’t notice him as he stared at the screen unseeingly.

Lolly couldn’t leave him… not when De Luna had become a hotspot. He thought furiously. He couldn’t afford for Lolly to leave. It was too much of a financial risk; one he wasn’t willing to take. He whipped out his cell phone and made a call. The person at the other end picked up with a knowing grunt.

“Hey Akeem, its Austin. I need a favor… I need a certain bar-tender taken care of…”

THE END