Follow that blonde.

We walk hand in hand down the street and I am reminded of the time when Holly and I were dating. Dating /a couple/seeing each other/sleeping together. Whatever you wanted to call it for our complicated time together. Even though our personalities had meshed together so well; and our libidos ever better; it had just seemed ‘hard’ back then, being a couple, slash dating, slash whatever. Without the sinister threat of a relationship looming over us, it felt easy around Holly. And fun.

Holly in her little dress and high heels had to take three steps for every one of mine but still managed to keep perfect pace with me while continuing a constant dialogue on the current plans for her and Jessica’s wedding. The highlight in her mind was certainly the hen’s party to come and the bargain she had struck of me stripping.

After we had passed a number of our old haunts that I thought she was taking me too, I began to wonder where exactly it was, we were going.

“Where are you taking me, Holl?” I ask as we pass another late-night drinking spot.

“It’s a Jazz club just a little bit further,” Holly gives me our ultimate destination, “I’ve always wanted to go here but Jess hates Jazz.”

“So, do I,” I say, agreeing with Jessica’s taste in music.

“I know but you’ll go wherever I’m going right now.”

There was no denying that.

The Jazz club Holly had been wanting to visit was called Ratliff and it was set up in an old two-story art deco building that had been painted entire dark grey. I don’t recognise any of the security working there but they are the usual sombre looking sorts in dress suits. There’s no real line so Holly and I are passed in and we make our way inside. Inside it is all black interior with the furniture plush red velvet. A small ensemble is playing some very chilled out beats and I have to admit it's not as bad as I thought. Towards the back of Ratliff is half a dozen small private lounge booth’s that have the same matching red velvet curtains tied back. This is where Holly leads me.

Inside the booths is a small table to rest your drinks on about knee-high and some of the softest most comfortable seats imaginable. I could lie right down here and go to sleep if the exhilarating Holly wasn’t with me. As soon as she is seated next to me, Holly’s small hand is in my lap, rubbing at my manhood. Her touch soon has me reaching full mast as we are joined in the alcove by a waitress.

Holly’s hand doesn’t leave me as she orders a drink for each of us. The girl takes our order and just before she leaves Holly asks, “can we close these curtains off?”

The waitress’s eyes dart to where Holly’s palm is rubbing me before tentatively answering, “ahh they’re really meant to be kept open.”

By the time she returns with our order, Holly has me gasping as her fingertips run up and down my shaft, her nails tracing ridges in me through my pants. With her spare hand, she reaches into her tiny purse and gives the girl a $50 note. The waitress unable to focus on the money she received, instead what Holly is doing, as she leaves us.

Holly takes a big sip of her drink, a double vodka caipiroska, before whisper into my ear as we’re alone, “ready for that lap dance?”

Without waiting for a response, Holly stands up and steps over my legs. Facing me, she begins to slowly writhe her body in time with the jazz music, climbing one knee then the other over my upper thighs. Seated in my lap, Holly begins to grind herself down on top of me. My straining erection giving her a target to focus her movements upon. I can feel her hot breath against my neck as she moans from her actions.

Not one to be able to hold off on what she wants for long, Holly reaches into trousers, unzipping me as she tells me, “let’s get you out.”

As soon as I’m free, Holly pulls her G-string to the side and takes me within her soaking wet pussy. The noise from the band is enough to cover her moans as Holly begins to ride me right there in the club. The spell she has over me preventing even one single objection to her fucking me right where she pleases.

Holly slides her wet snatch up and down me in long deliberate movements as I feel her pulsing racing around me. Her excitement leaving my cock covered in her plentiful juices.

It just when I start to feel Holly cum atop of me that we are visited by the same waitress again. Holly’s pussy gripping me in ecstatic pulsating waves.

The waitress’s enquiry if we wanted more drinks dead on her lips as she watches what’s going on in front of her. “I’m going to have to call security,” she stammers, expecting Holly to get off me and stop what she is doing.

“Do what you’ve gotta do,” Holly calls back to her as she reaching into her bag again and throws a handful of more notes behind her. Holly not interrupting her orgasm for anything.

I can’t see if the waitress picks them up or not but she at least closes the curtains a bit before she leaves.

“You too,” Holly tells me as she finishes her climax before standing up and turning around. I take in Holly’s beautiful pale white ass that is on full display with her tight dress ridden up over her hips. I can see the little dental floss G-string tucked to the side of Holly’s pubic mound. Her pussy lips red, wet and flowering as she bends over at the waist and grabs a hold of the drinks table for balance.

I grab Holly’s hips and pull her back down onto my cock. The view heavenly as the tip of dick presses back inside Holly’s sex. I don’t know how long until security will get here or even if they are coming but I intend to make the most of the time we have. I start to slam myself against Holly and am rewarded with an “oh fuck!” from the table. Holly’s lap dance and the thrill of the being caught pushing me to orgasm quickly.

I pull Holly down against me as hard as I can when I start to unleash myself inside her. Holly rocks her pelvis against me as she welcomes my cum inside her greedy pussy. The faint sensations of Holly’s own second orgasm a counterpoint to my very powerful climax.

I am just finishing the last of shots of my spunk inside Holly and trying to pull her dress back down to cover up when the gap in the curtain is taken up entirely by one of the Ratliff’s bouncers.

“Finish up! You’re out!” we’re told.

To which Holly cheekily replies, “we’re so far from finished but were going!”

We have just enough time to zip up and Holly to slide her knickers back in place, capturing my goo, before the pissed off bouncer is ready to grab us. Holly grabs my hand and pulls me at a run, straight back out the Ratliff, ducking around the bouncer's outstretched palms.

Out on the street, Holly shouts at the top of her lungs, “take me home, take me to bed,” as we run off down the street. I’m certain the trailing doorman made aware of our next planned location on purpose.