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georgmicrodong

Just a fat, creepy old pervert.

"You don't think that you're going to get away with giving me just one little dance after that little demonstration, do you?"

She looked a little startled, perhaps because I seldom get more than one dance from her at a time, and perhaps because my tone sounded a little more...pointed than usual.

I was paying attention to the music. I knew I wouldn't have long, so I needed to keep track.

"Don't worry, you little tease, I remember your no-no's, but you're gonna pay for that."

Whereupon I ran my hands up her sides, under her top, and around her back, pulling her closer to me. I reached up with one hand, and gently tugged her hair so that her head bent backwards a little bit, exposing her neck. My other hand still caressing her back, I kissed her where the collarbone has that little hollow, and slid up her neck until I could bite her jawbone, then ran my lips up and across her cheek until I was almost ready to kiss her, but I stopped just short, as I knew she wouldn't let me do that anyway. She actually relaxed a little as I moved away.

Instead, I went back to her collarbone again, while my fingers worked at the clasp of her bra, unfastening it, but not trying to take it off, just loosen it. I slid my hands under the bra strap, slowly around to the front, until I was cupping her breasts in my hands, while still kissing her neck. I ran my thumbs across her nipples lightly. I could feel them stiffen up, so I ever so slightly rubbed them between my finger and thumb. I could hear her breathing speed up a little, and she started trying to rub her crotch on my pants.

"Oh no, sweetheart, none of that now," I said, as I spread my legs a little farther apart so she couldn't get a good grind on. Her breathing sped up a little more.

I moved my kisses down her chest and across her top until I made it to one of her nipples. Leaving the top in place, I pulled the bra down a little bit so her nipple was out from behind the lace, but still covered by her top. I took her nipple into my mouth, and scrapped my teeth lightly across it through the thin material. She let out a little gasp at that, and as I pulled my mouth away, I could see her nipple poking rock hard through the slightly damp fabric. Kissing my way over to the other one, I repeated the attention there, while sliding my hands down her stomach, around to the back and down the back of her shorts to cup her butt cheeks.

I moved back and forth between her nipples for a couple of minutes, scraping and biting just a little harder each time, using my fingers on the other one. At the same time, my other hand was sliding around to the front of her shorts, where I slipped it inside that little scrap of material she called a thong and found her little patch of hair. It was just long enough to get a shallow grip on it, so I gripped and pulled gently couple of times, not too hard, and let the hairs slip out from between my fingers.

I was alternating her nipples, one in my mouth, and one between my fingers, and at the same time dipped my other hand even lower into her thong until I could feel the top of her slit. A little lower, and her hard little clit was underneath my thumb. I pressed at it and Kay stiffened up, but as I started sliding my thumb back and forth across the hood, she shivered.

Her mouth was open, and her chest was rising and falling more rapidly now. Her eyes were closed, and in the dim light of the pool table, I could see the sheen of sweat at the top of her breasts. I rubbed a little more rapidly, then slower, then faster for a moment, and then, just as the third song was coming to an end, stopped completely, pulling my hand out of her shorts, and the other away from her boob.

Her eyes flew open, a look of almost shock on her face.

"What the...?"

"Third song's done, babe. You don't want to get in trouble, now do you?"

With that, I stood up, grasping her at the waist, and set her back down on her feet.

"You, you..."

I moved up closer, invading her space.

"It's looks like you're next on stage. You might want to change your top. There's a couple of little damp spots."

She looked down and gave me a dirty look, but turned around, climbed up on the stage and disappeared through the door they have there, thereby avoiding a walk through the entire room. Shortly, she appeared back on stage for her set, wearing a different top. She glanced over at me sitting back at the bar a couple of times, and when she got down, she came back to sit by me.

"What the fuck was that?"

"What was what?" I asked, with a guileless look on my face.

She gave me a quelling look, and got up, then looked down.

"Looks like you dropped something."

There was a folded piece of paper on the floor. As I reached down to pick it up, she walked away.

It was a phone number, with her name next to it.