An Upscale Pleasure Bar

The bar seemed to hold its breath as the dancers and a few customers stared at me through the low light the neon signs were producing. The blood was clotting on my face now and the pain of the fight was beginning to rear its ugly head. My eyes painfully moved around in my skull as I searched for a dancer. The few high ending looking customers proceeded their focus on the dancer in front of them. As I continue to scan the bar a woman approaches me. Her long blue hair was pulled back into a neat braid. Thin material covering her nipples exclusively and a short fitted skirt hugged her wide hips. Her breasts bounced gleefully against gravity.

“Can I help you?” she asked, sourly.

“Yeah… I need a dance… private room too if you have one,” I said, my eyes almost begging.

“I’m sorry but we have no rooms available,” she looks me up and down “or dancers,” she finishes.

“You have a manager I can discuss this with then?” I said, my pain quickly beginning to turn into more pinned up anger.

She crosses her arms. “Speaking.”

I sigh realizing where I am at. This type of bar doesn’t just take anyone off the street. They only take high paying ones.

“I would like a room and a dance for an hour.” I hold up my captains badge. “Please.”

Her eyes widen as frustration melts into apologies. “Captain. My confusion… follow me,” she says meekly, leading the way to a room.

Once seated and comfortable in our room, she begins her dance. She twirls around and over me. Her smooth movements sliding over my lap and my tits as I zone out. I’m not sure how long I was unresponsive for but the talented dancer seemed to notice.

She abruptly stops dancing and turns to me. “What the fuck is your problem?” The dancer questions. “Not trying to toot my own horn here but being the best dancer in this galaxy I could make even a dead man respond to my hips.” She puts her hands on my knees and leans in front of me. “What happened to you tonight?”

I look back into her beautiful green eyes, recapping the nights events. “I grew up without a family, never knowing about them. Some bounty hunter who was after my dad came after me,” I say, looking down at her heels.

“What did your dad do that was so bad?” A childish curiosity in her voice.

“He fucked the hunters wife. Knocked her up. I turned off my ship to port here and drink for a… few… days. He was able to track me then,” I say, matter-of-factly.

She looks at me with attention. “Is that the asshole who fucked up this beautiful face?” She asks, getting to her knees in front of me.

“Yeah… he beat the shit out of me… called me mean names. He compared me to my dad. Apparently he was a piece of shit alcoholic with no family. Just like me.” I zone off again until I feel a strong shove. I look up at the dancer, confused.

“What was that for?” I ask.

“I’m snapping you out of it. You piece of shit,” she giggles.

I smile back. "Don't forget alcoholic," I say. She shoves me again and lightly taps my cheek as if pretending to slap it.

I finally laugh, pushing her hand away. The sensation of laugher making me feel warm and relaxed.

"I haven't laughed in several weeks. You truly are the best dancer in the galaxy," I say smiling.

"Nakada." She extends her arm.

"Rison," I meet her slender hand with my more masculine one.

"Well Captain Rison, let's get this show on the road because this whole therapy session is eating into your hour," she looks at the clock on the foggy glass door. She turns on the music and begins to dance again, getting on my lap. She grinds into me with the rhythm of the music, her large tits pressing into my chin. I grab her waist and pull her into my body, craving her touch. She quickly removes my hands and pushes my arms to my side.

"No touch policy, Captain," she teases, turning and bending over in front of me. Dancing her way out of her skirt. I sit on my hands, becoming painfully aware of my clit. She sways her hips in front of me, allowing them to rotate in generous circles over my lap. She swiftly removes her top, exposing her small pink nipples and begins making out with me. I moan quietly in her mouth as my panties begin to fill with my own fluids. I dig my fingertips into the sides of my thighs, taking everything I have left in me not to touch her. She rubs her breasts over my own before turning back again to tease me with her pussy. Her panties slick with her own juices.

"Listen, Nakada, I can only take so much more of this," I say, staring at her perfect ass.

"Hush," she says, resting in my lap and unzipping my tight pilot uniform. Only half-way unzipped she tenderly works her way down to my pussy before softly inserting her fingers. I try to keep the moans in my throat, remembering we are in a Pleasure Bar.

"I thought you said there was a no touch policy," I groan, my moans becoming more sporadic as I get closer to my delicious orgasm.

"No touching me. It's a rule I enforce for all my dancer but God I wish you could fuck me right now too," she whispers in my ear.

The thought of me between her legs mixed with the intoxicating smell of her perfume sends me into a sudden orgasm. She wraps her lips around mine to quiet some of my moans as my pussy pulsates around her fingers.

"Good Captain," she says, kissing my forehead and zipping my uniform back up. She puts her skimpy uniform back on and hands me a hologram for payment. "Times up," she smirks. Still panting, I pay and the glass doors slide down into the floor. She walks back out into the bar to serve other customers as the bar's night rush begins to flood in. I stand up and walk after her.

"My ship is at the port over by-"

She whips around and puts her finger over my lips.

"Not a chance, Captain."