1 A.M: Westside Story

There's a random girl in your lap who is really starting to annoy you. She calls herself Lucy and half assed dances in your lap in between drinking excessive shots, trying to sneak money from your hand or bag, and yelling in your ear how she took coke this one time that happened to be ten minutes before her shift.

Sitting back in your chair, you see the guy chatting up "Allison" head over to the ATM. Quickly, you push the sad excuse of an erotic dancer from your lap and pause only long enough to tell Drew where you're going. You leave your bag with him.

You walk up to Allison and take her wrist, leading her to a corner of the club before abruptly turning. Her body presses against yours, her lips only inches away. She gasps at the suddeness.

You smirk.

"How have you been, Allison?"

"Good and you? Well, you seem to be enjoying yourself over there." She nods towards your party table.

"Aww don't be like that, Maria."

"That's not my name here, Leo."

You smile, looking down at her. You'd heard she started working here recently but you hadn't had the opportunity to see yet. She did not disappoint.

"You just going to leer at me all night? Because I have people waiting."

You reach around her waist and grope her ass lightly as you pretend to think about it.

"Oh yeah, you've been waiting to do that forever, huh?" She teases, flashing a smile that's innocent and seductive all at once.

You smirk and nod.

"Lead the way, Maria. I wanna see you dance."

She scowls at you and swats your arm playfully before turning around and leading the way to the private dance sections. You randomly think her hair is the color of chestnuts.

She leads you through the sequin drapes, towards the back. Sitting you down, she stands in front of you, dancing slowly to the music, watching the security guard watch her.

"If I start dancing on you now, this song will count against you, " she explains. So I'll wait until the next one starts.

This seems a bit weird to you and you wonder if she knows you have a backpack full of money.

However, despite keeping her distance, she seductively removes her bra. As soon as the song ends, she walks towards you.

Her strut is so confident you are sure that she's going to climb right into your lap. Instead, at the last moment she turns and stands before with her legs spread. She does a little stoop while swinging her hips one way, and then the other. Her blue shorts ride up her thighs, bunching at the top.

No one will likely ever acute her of having the world's greatest ass, but the way she twirls her waste, there's just something maddeningly sexy about her lower back.

You've been here enough to know that anything she does falls under the $25 lap dances, but you pull at some singles and lay them on her lower back. They rain down her legs.

When the last of the bills fall, instead of retracting your hand, you tug lightly on her shorts. She smiles and smacks your hand away, before doing a sexy little routine and dropping them, along with her thong. When she bends over, you see her shaved mound, glistening at you.

She stands and struts towards you again, somewhat over exaggerating crossing her legs as she walks, her breasts bouncing with each step.

She straddles you, knees pressed into the seats, leaning in as if she intends to kiss you. Instead, she licks her teeth and turns around, again facing away from you. She leans backwards into you, grinding and gyrating.

"Say my name baby."

Your senses are drowning in the hair that masks your face, the warmth of this sexual woman, and her neck and ears only millimeters from your lips.

"Allison.." you breathe out somewhat heavily. You know the club is a trap, but you can't help happily falling in.

She grabs a hand of yours and brings it to her stomach. Slowly she slides it up until you are cupping a breast and lightly caressing the nipple.

She moans. When she speaks agaim, her voice is an octave higher, as if she's selling sex, but it doesn't have the huskies in it yet.

"No, baby. Say my name. Say my real fucking name."

You pinch the nipple, twist, and tug. You watch her stand half way up, back arched I'm surprise. A genuine reaction.

"Maria."

She moans again as she sits back down on you. She tries to lean forward, show off another move, but instead you pull her back. Your hands are all over her chest as your besiege her neck and ear with soft kisses and whispers of her name.

She shakes, your constant care of her nipples and tickling of her ear driving her wild.

"Ah.. ah.. shit.. Leo."

Suddenly, you stop.

Are you done? Or do you want more?