Clubbing (EXTRA)

(Note: This is an Extra chapter. Things were getting too drawn out so I cut it, but here it is if you want)

When we were in the bedroom, the girls moved an overstuffed chair to the middle of the room, told me to put my robe on and sit in the chair, and disappeared into the adjoining dressing room. I was intrigued, more so when the house's audio system began blaring the type of rock that makes up in volume and intensity what it lacks in rhythm and melody: the sort of music that one hears in the 'gentlemen's clubs' (I had hit a few after getting my abilities, but I could get better performances from anywhere I wanted, so I lost interest). Out of the dressing room emerged my daughter, wearing a red bikini covered in glitter and spangles and doing a bump and grind, more or less in time to the music, stereotypical 'genie' type clothing (ironic). She strutted toward me, having just a little trouble with the six-inch spiked heels but covering well, and stopped about ten feet away, leaning over emphasize the considerable considerable cleavage the top gave her, cupping her breasts to make them seem even larger. She looked at me, puckered her lips as though for a kiss. "Do you like my tits, hot stuff?" she vamped, then she turned around, bent over and stuck out her ass, stretching the thin cloth tight enough to outline her pussy, and running her hands up and down the backs of her shapely thighs. "How 'bout my ass? You like it too?" Ashley came out, dressed in a similar costume but in black, trying to do the same sort of dancer strut that Sarah had, but having far more trouble with the heels.

"We've only got one customer, Bambi, but he looks like a high roller," Sarah said. "He sure does, Chantelle, I'll bet we can get him to spend some real money on us," Ashley replied. 'Chantelle' leered at me."I'm sure of it. I saw the way he was looking at my ass." she replied breathily, winking at 'Bambi'. "I think he wants to fuck me, but we don't do that with customers, we just tease them." Then 'Bambi' came toward me and squatted just a couple feet in front of my chair, spreading her legs wide, her pussy covered by only a thin strip of cloth, which she rubbed with one hand, leaning back and supporting herself with the other. "You want me to tease you, honey?" she pouted. Then she put both arms behind her and moved her hips in a fucking motion, humping the air toward me.

'Chantelle' came over and stroked 'Bambi's' crotch as she continued humping, staring right at me. "Ooh, she's so hot and wet. She's hot for you," she said. 'Chantelle' came closer and stroked my knee, but backed away when I tried to touch her. "Sorry, no touchy. What's your name, high roller?"

"Tom," I replied, playing along.

"Probably a fake name," she said to 'Bambi', smiling. "Bambi's so hot, she'd really like to do a lap dance for you. How about it?" She asked. "How much?" I responded. The girls hadn't planed enough for that question, and they looked uncertainly at each other. "Ten dollars?" 'Bambi' said, uncertainly. "That's a bargain for a hot little cunt like you, 'Bambi'," I said, not mentioning how badly 'undercharging' they were (in part because admitting I knew that would mean admitting I had gone to clubs where I would learn the prices for this kind of thing). "Do it really good and there might be a tip in it for you."

I spread my legs and 'Bambi' stepped between them, getting close to me, but not touching, and began swaying to the music, rubbing her breasts and then her legs and ass as she looked at me, then turning around and bending over to wave her ass in my face, reaching up between her legs to run her hands over her clothed crotch, outlining her lower lips. "How'd you like us both, Tom?" asked 'Chantelle'. "For twenty bucks, we'll both dance for you." She leered at me, then licked her lips. "We'll make you real hot." I agreed and 'Chantelle' joined 'Bambi' in front of me, the two of them rubbing against each other, 'Bambi' playing with 'Chantelle's' big tits, while 'Chantelle' caressed her partner's shapely little ass. Finally, 'Chantelle' pulled 'Bambi' into a tight embraced and kissed her, her tongue going deep into her friend's mouth.

"How do you like our show?" asked 'Bambi', after the girls broke apart, stepping back. In my robe I was sure they could tell without me saying anything. "It's great. but I paid for a lap dance, not a lesbian show," I replied critically in character. "Better give him his lap dance, 'Bambi', or he might not pay," 'Chantelle' said. 'Bambi' smiled at me, kicked off her spiked heels (probably just as well, she was very wobbly in them), and stepped up on to the chair, planting a foot either side of my legs, and crouching with her hands on the back of the chair, lowering her crotch down to just barely touch mine. She sighed, holding the barest touch for a second (which would have gotten her disbarred from the clubs they were tying to emulate, then leaned forward and put her chest right in my face, rubbing one tit through the cloth.

"How about our money, Tom?" asked 'Chantelle'. I reached into the pocket of the robe, which I arranged to work like my infinite wallet, but with small bills. I pulled out two tens, putting one into each girl's panties. When I put the bill into Bambi's pants, I pulled the waist far out and looked down into it, at her bare pussy. "You girls ever provide any extra services?" I asked, trying to sound as smarmy as possible.

"What did you have in mind, babe?" asked 'Chantelle', playing madame for the pair. "How much for a blow job?" The really should have coordinated that aspect of this game a little better. "Fifty bucks," said 'Chantelle' decisively. "How 'bout a fuck?" I asked, some midwest accent seeping into my performance. "A hundred."

"I'll think about it," I replied. "Show me you're worth it, 'Bambi'." 'Bambi' lowered her crotch to mine and started slowly rubbing up and down the length of my cock, which was great even through two layers of cloth. She climbed up on the arms of the chair and pushed her crotch to within inches of my nose, almost losing her balance but recovering, and began slowly moving it back and forth while rubbing the insides of her thighs. "Is the manager looking?" She said to 'Chantelle' with out breaking eye contact.

"He's out," 'Chantelle' replied, and Bambi pulled aside the thin strip of cloth, exposing her bald pussy lips, reaching between her legs to open herself up and pushing her pussy forward toward my face. I snick in a kiss on her clit, which earned me a small groan but an arch look, then she pulled back out of my reach and began to play with the clit herself while moving her hips in a fucking motion. I felt two hands reach into my robe, and then a warm mouth encircle my cock, so the manager must have been in another state. "That was a free sample," said 'Chantelle' after a couple licks. "Do you want the full treatment?" I groaned. "Damn straight," I replied. She went back to sucking, and 'Bambi' lowered herself to look into my eyes while playing with her small tits, then reached between the cups and released the snap. 'Bambi' held the cups in her hand and slowly, teasingly pulled them away from her breasts, smiling at me naughtily. She kept her tits hidden with her hands, holding and messaging them. She looked at them dubiously, then put her finger in her mouth, revealing them to me shyly. "Do you like my little titties, mister?" she asked in a pouting voice.

"I like them very much, 'Bambi'," I replied, not able to come up with a smarmy way to say that. She looked around as though to check on the imaginary manager, then put her arms around my head and leaned close bringing her breasts up against my face. "Do you want to suck my little titties, mister?" She asked in whisper. I latched onto the presented breast in response, trying to suck her as hard as 'Chantelle' was sucking on my cock. My hand was pulling aside the strip of cloth covering 'Bambi's' pussy, and I placed a finger in her vagina, quickly joined by 'Chantelle's' as well, and we were finger fucking 'Bambi', who pushed her tit deeper into my mouth, and held onto the chair, trying not to fall off onto 'Chantelle'.

'Bambi' pulled away, signaling 'Chantelle' to stop the blowjob, and began lowering herself onto the cock her partner helpfully held in position for her. She sighed contentedly as she felt me enter her, snuggling against me for a moment before beginning to raise and lower herself on my cock. 'Chantelle' came up behind her and reached around to play with her small tits, while I reached between her legs to stroke her clitoris. 'Bambi' was as aroused as she'd ever been by the game she'd been playing, and it took only a few minutes before her up and down motions were increasing in speed and intensity. I stroked up harder to match her pace, and soon she fell against me and just squeezed her body tight against mine as she came. Her contractions set me off, and I shot my sperm upward into her.

"Oh man, that was fun," she giggled, as she peeled herself off me. "Did you like our little show?" asked Sarah.

"Anytime you girls want to do a return engagement, let me know, I replied, pulling more money out of my pocket. "Fifty for a blowjob," I said, handing the money to Sarah, "and a hundred for a fuck," paying Ashley. "Cool," Sarah said, laughing as she had me stick the money in her pants with the rest. Ashley seemed insulted, though. "Tom, you can't pay me for sex," she objected. "I know that, but a deal's a deal. I told you I'd give it to you. I don't know, give it to your favorite charity," I replied, shrugging. Ashley reluctantly took the money.

"My favorite charity is Sarah's Car Fund," Sarah put in. "Sarah's trying to get her father to buy her a car," explained Ashley helpfully, not know 9ing that of course I knew that. "The guy's got more money than God," whined Sarah. "He could probably buy a house like this if he wanted, and he won't even buy me a car. It's really not fair."

"You don't just want 'a car', Sarah," Ashley pointed out, air quoting. "He bought my mom a Lexus," she countered. I shrugged, indicating that I realized that fathers are beyond comprehension, of course comprehending this exact reasoning just fine.

"The dancing was the last thing we had planned," Ashley put in, looking at her watch disappointedly. Fortunately we still had several hours, and of course I could stretch that as I wanted if needed. "What do we want to do with the rest of the time?

Based on "My Reward" by Azil.