Sex in the City

With a curl of Morton’s fingers, the strippers sashay over to him, each of them delicately placing a hand over the white of his shirt.

“What would you like us to do?” Dove asks, leaning into him.

“We can do anything,” Robin murmurs, her eyes all for him.

Looks like they both know who the moneymaker is. I’m content to sit back and watch, but Morton glances over at me with a knowing smile, the girls still fawning over the old man, rubbing their hands over his thighs now.

“A lap-dance is in order,” Morton says, his hands lounging behind his head. “You, Ashworth, can have Dove. I’ll take Robin for myself.”

“As you say, sir,” Dove says, pecking him on the cheek.

I can’t help but notice that she looks a little dejected as she comes up to me, placing a hand on each of my shoulders, nonetheless ready to start the lap-dance.

“You’re both getting the same tip for the night,” Morton says, a gleeful smile stretched on his face as he avidly watches Robin shake her booty, “so don’t you go mistreating my friend, Dove.”

She immediately perks up, giving me a sly smile and brushing a hand on my cheek as she straddles my lap, her ass grinding on my nascent boner.

“You must be someone important, to be coming here with Mr. Morton,” she coos in my ear.

“And you must be someone with special talents, to be so favoured by him,” I say.

She only gives me a smirk, and presses her tits up against my chest, rubbing her body against me, the pressure and her strong Dove-scented perfume driving the rational thought out of my body. I’ve never found lap-dances to be terribly erotic before. They’ve always felt like a drawn out cock-tease. But something about the way that Dove is handling me, the heat of her body and the sway of her ass, something about this glittery silver stripper is genuinely turning me on.

By my side, Morton looks like he’s having the time of his life. His hands are tight around Robin’s waist, grabbing her as she grinds against him, and I watch in surprise as he grabs her ass, and then her tits, fondling her with an intimacy that seems to cross several lines.

“You can do it to me, too,” Dove whispers to me, catching the way that I’m looking at Morton. “The big man’s paying enough.”

“I never knew that was an option,” I say, my hands in turn grabbing her ass, getting a feel of that toned flesh.

“Oh, it goes much further than that,” she says, her hand reaching beneath me to subtly squeeze my cock.

Her hand lingers there for a moment, and I almost believe that there’s a hand job incoming, when she swivels about me and turns to face me, her tits now pressed into my chest.

“But good things come to those who wait,” she murmurs, still swaying her hips in time to the song playing in the background.

“How you enjoyin’ the girls, Ashworth?” Morton calls out, his voice muffled as his face is buried in Robin’s tits.

“They’re great,” I call out, and then I inadvertently groan as I feel a nimble hand slip under my pants, grasping my cock.

Looks like I didn’t have to wait very long for the good thing to come.

I unbuckle my pants and kick them away, giving Dove full access to my cock, and she grabs it with delight, before grinding her ass all over it, the tight spandex she has on barely qualifying as clothing to separate us. One tear in the fabric, one false move, and I would be inside of her.

“Tell me, Claude,” Morton calls out a minute later, as my cock is still getting worked over by Dove. “What was Kissinger’s greatest mistake?”

The non-sequitur catches me by surprise, but my training kicks in. Immediately, a dozen plausible answers come to mind. Vietnam and all the war crimes? Deposing the government in Chile? Covering for apartheid in South Africa? I moan as Dove gets down on her knees, taking my cock into her mouth. I see Robin mirroring the actions on Morton.

Think. He’s testing me. He’s looking for a specific answer. Which can only mean…

“Getting caught,” I reply, struggling to keep my voice steady as Dove wraps her lips tighter around my cock. “Even if Kissinger was always acting in the national interest, letting the narrative slip, letting public opinion turn against him… oh fuck, this girl’s got talent… that was his surest mistake.”

“It’s surprising, the number of people who don’t realise that,” Morton chuckles. He stares at me with a newfound appreciation, the wide smile on his face either from the fantastic blowjob that Robin’s giving him, or a good sign for my future prospects.

Hey, why not both?

“You want to fuck me?” Dove says, surfacing from my cock to stare at me with wide eyes.

“You got any protection?” I ask, ever mindful of the risk.

“These girls are all on the pill,” Morton says. “You don’t have to worry about anything like that. And they’re clean, too. I would know by now.”

He lays his head back and moans aloud as Robin straddles him, sinking down onto his turgid shaft. For a man as old as he is, I’m surprised at the stamina that he’s got—and the way his boner still rages. Really makes me think that he’s on some ****.

“Then I’ll take you for a sweet ride,” I tell Dove.

She doesn’t need to be told twice. She slips out of her suit, revealing her bare naked body to me, and she grinds on me for a second longer, teasing her pussy against my cock. She leans her head against mine and whispers into my ear.

“I’m glad I got to be with you,” she says, her breath low and hot. “You’re the sexiest man that’s he’s brought to the private room in quite some time…”

I squeeze her ass, and watch her writhe.

“And so good with your hands too,” she murmurs.

You’ve got to love that perk.

A moment later, she’s riding me cowgirl, bouncing on my rod with a look of wild abandon on her face. Is it real, or is it just an act? I don’t know, but what I do know is that she’s a great fuck. Because even if her pussy isn’t the tightest thing that I’ve ever fucked, her experience riding cock more than makes up for it, her raw athleticism letting her fly up and down at a thundering pace.

Her silver hair flies through the air, sweat shining off her taut torso, and there’s a moment when all that fills the room is the grunts of four people fucking and the ever-present electronic mix. Ordinarily, I would be hesitant to fuck a stripper, even if I knew they were clean, but with Morton to impress… I let myself go with the flow, the fast fucking the perfect way to cap off the day.

“Elianne told me you’ve got your eye on West Virginia,” Morton suddenly says, as he plows Robin from behind. “She told me your idea. Push both green tech and coal. Now I like that kind of creative thinking…” He pauses to slap Robin’s ass, her bent over form a thing that inspires a twinge of jealousy within me. “But there are many in the party who’ve made a career ridiculing green technology. We’ve got big donors, names in the oil business, names in coal… how are you going to sell the plan to them?”

“What do they care if their bottom line goes up?” I say. “What I’m going to sell to them is real analysis. Spreadsheets and charts. A presentation that shows them where profits head, once we expand our energy production.”

“You’ve run the numbers?” Morton asks me.

I haven’t. Erin has. But that means that I trust them more than if I’d done them myself.

“I can send you the slide deck first thing tomorrow morning,” I say.

“You’re quite a budding talent,” Morton smiles. “I’m looking forward to it.”

It’s then that he explodes, cumming with such ferocity into Robin that I know he’s got to be on something. Dove, for her part, seems to be orgasming too, my hands clutching her tits as she goes reverse cowgirl driving her over the edge. But me? I could go on for days. I make Morton watch me as I continue fucking Dove for minutes longer, staring Robin in the eye, letting her know that this could have been you.

Eventually, I come to my own roaring finish, and Morton claps me on the back as we get dressed, the two girls leaving the room with sopping pussies and tens of thousands more dollars in the club’s name.

“I look forward to seeing what you can do in the field,” he says. “You need a lift back to your place?”

“I’ll walk,” I say, brushing the stray silver-blonde hairs off my pants. “My place is not too far from here.”