Lap Dance Confessions

You were dammed, you thought as you slid off the chair. Holding your hand, Beth Anne Riley led you off to the VIP rooms.

The Vip room was a small one. With one chair, a small table,and a couch with a small dance area. Beth Anne motions for you sit on the chair, which you do.

You studied young Miss Riley. In those heels, she was almost eye level with you. Her Cup breasts stood out proudly with nary a hint of sag. You licked your lips, as the G string she wore hid nothing, showing off her tight hairless pussy. Being alone with sexy teen was having an effect as you saw Beth Annes berry colored nipples bead under your gaze.

"So Mr.Clarkson..." she awkwardly began.

Sitting back you pull out 200 dollars, placing it on the table. Beth Annes eyes widen in shock as she stares at the money.

"So Cherry, how is it I find one of my 18 year old Cheerleaders, stripping in a place she cant legally enter till she's 21." You ask.

she crossed her arms in front of her as she considered how to awnser your question.

"Can I just give you a dance Mr.Clarkson" she asks you.

Pulling out another 100 you sit it to the other two remarking," You'll be dancing alright Cherry, but please answer the question."

Beth Anne closes her eyes, and comming to a decision she opens then telling you,"Make it another 100 please and ill tell you."

You smile telling her,"deal" as you add another 100 to the table.

"So my friend Kerries, Uncle Vito, got me a fake I.D.. And he's kinda part owner of this place," she confessed.

Filing away the inirmation you say to the teen," See that wasnt so hard."

Beth Anne then reached for a remote and thumbing a button music started playing un the room.

The teen back to sway back and forth before you moving with the music. Arching her back she thrust her breasts out the nipples thick erasers betraying her arousal.

"Customers are not allowed to touch the dancers." Beth Anne informed you as she leaned forward raking her nipples across your chest.

"And if we do?" You ask hotly.

Spinning around the teen squats twerking her ass for you. Teasing you by almost, but not quite sitting on you lap she breathlessly replies,"If we don't like it the bouncer will toss you out."

Breathing in deep you could smell her arousal, this teen wanted to fuck. Taking a chance you place your hands on her hips. Beth Anne gasps at your touch freezing in place. With a gentle nudge you draw her onto your lap wringing another gasp from the teen as she could feel just how big you were.

"You like this dont you." You whisper.

Beth Anne shakes her head telling you with shuddered breaths,"No this is... just a job."

The the sexy teen starts to grind her hips against you erection.

"Your turned on by a man old enough to be your grandfather,"You taunted the teen.

Shaking her head in denial, the sexy teen redoubled her efforts grinding into your lap. If not for the sex you have had over the past week your sure you would have shot your load by now.

Beth Anne hadn't objected to your hands on her hips. Infact judging by the tremors running through her she wanted it.

An idea blossomed in your mind sending your right and up to cup her breast from behind.

"Oh FUCK, this is...." She cries out, as she lays back across you.

With your thumb and forefinger you twist the nipple like a radio dial.

"You could cut glass with your nipples," You tell the young girl.

Your Hand now slid down to her g-string, finding it a sopping mess.

"Please...please," she moans out as you run you finger along her hairless slit.

"Such a needy little slut aren't you" you growl into her ear.

Beth Anne doesn't even think to deny it. Instead her left hand mirroring yours attacks her left breast.

"You want to be fucked, like a whore, dont you." You muse outloud.

"No, no, I.. please," She moaned out, trembling with need.

"Take off the g-string," You roughly order.