A lap dance

With a wave of her finger, she gestures you forward to meet her leaning over the table. “They want to know if we’d fancy giving Mark a dance?” she tells you, but just as you are about to question her why that would be so funny, she adds, “a lap dance.”

“Hell, why not” you find yourself answering, the champagne having gone straight to your head, and besides, what harm can there be in it you tell yourself. Lucy turns back to the man who posed the question and nods to him.

Suddenly there are four of the men grabbing Mark and he is held down in his seat as you and Lucy begin to sway towards him in time with the music that has been turned up. There are the usual sounds of men whooping their delight as the pair of you get closer to a happy looking Mark, your hips now swinging in very exaggerated manners.

You are the first to turn your back to him, and feeling his knees come into contact with the back of your legs, you begin to wiggle and lower yourself down towards his lap. You feel his hand reach out to touch you, but there is a slap as someone pushes it away, reminding him of the no touching rule at all the best lap dancing clubs, followed by a round of laughter.

You manage to go low against him, feeling the back of your thighs brush against the soft cloth of his trousers before you raise up again, and as Lucy turns her back on him as well, you step aside to let her carry out the same manoeuvre you have just done in front of him.

As you dance beside Lucy you watch her perform, laughing as she wiggles herself lower down, seeing the shape of her ass perfectly outlined as she bends forward and her skirt tightens over her body. Her body stops just inches above his lap before she lifts herself back up, and turning to you, joins in your laughter. All around the men are cheering and laughing and demanding an encore.