Lap dance.

John stared, transfixed, as the stripper danced almost naked before her. Grinning at her, he turned and wiggled his butt, then lowered himself down into her lap. "Like what you see, girl?"

John swallowed hard, feeling a dab of moisture seep into her lacy black panties. She held her legs decidedly shut, but that only increased the pressure on her pussy. "Ah . . . yes . . . I mean, yes. No."

The stripper laughed. "Okay then." Bending forward, in a way that would have impressed John as being acrobatic if not for the fact that she was handcuffed to a chair in the middle of a crowded club, the man began to lower his ass into her face. Slowly.

"Want it?" he asked, wiggling again.

"What? I . . . " Unconsciously, John rubbed her legs together.

"Lick it." He lowered his ass right into her face, so that she could smell his musky scent. It was more intoxicating than the martinis.

Her eyes fixed on the man's barely covered ass, John felt more wetness drip out of her pussy, this time sliding along the crevice of her inner thighs.