Motor Boat

He turns me around on his lap, and I giggle as I find myself facing him. He pulls my top up and off, making both my boobs bounce in sync as they come free from my halter top. I tilt my head back, looking at the ceiling, as he leans forward and puts his head between my breasts, blowing air between them.

My laughter grows louder, and soon I'm holding my boobs tight together, told my head back down and watch as he blows warm air onto my boobs once more. A woman sitting to our right chuckles at the sight, but says nothing. I hear a guy nearby me, behind and to our left, comment on it to his buddy, but quietly and amused. I find both the least of my concern, as my top leaves the last vestiges of covering my body, falling down and joining my skirt around my waist.

I giggle louder still, as I feel his left hand cupping my right ass cheek, his right on my hip as he took a deep breath and blew air once more forcefully between my breasts. He stopped only as another pair of shots show up, and he quickly persuades me somehow I take both of them down, 'as a joke' I giggle, no longer worried about what he's up to, or the fact if I was keeping score at all he was winning in every way that mattered.

More patrons were looking our way, as the games got even naughtier. He squeezed my ass cheeks then, moving his lips now from between my breasts too by my neck, kissing my neck affectionately, I turn my head now to one side, laugher and giggling escaping from my lips freely. He squeezed my ass cheek again, eliciting not a glanced, but a moan from inside me, and he stepped up his game a notch, even as he made me a willing participant in the game he played. This thing is, I don't even remember why I was bothered anymore. Amusement and erotic passions filled my head then, as he played with me.

Ever so casually he pulled me up, and from the bar. Even as felt a cool liquid drop down my left leg from my clit, I laughed as he moved me away from the bar and onto the main floor of the strip club. People hollered encouragement his way, calling "Yea, get some!" and "Show that bitch!" I giggled, enjoying myself the whole way. I was putty in his grasp, groping hands as he pulled me toward the stage. He groped me then, as I tried to watch the stripper move around the pole, gyrating as single bills were tossed her way.

"Hey love, want to see me on stage? I could so earn you some bills if I got on stage." I paused, surprised I said that. Why did I call him 'love', why am I asking my ex if it's ok for me to dance on stage, and for that matter, why would I give him what I was paid? I shrugged, deciding it was too late to take it back now. I see a smile on his face, and we kiss before he says "Darling, I'd love to see you dance on stage. Why don't you ask if you can? Who knows, maybe they would want to see an amateur entertain for them."

Suddenly, I walk up to what I believe is the manager. She has a clipboard in her hands and is clearly keeping track of the performance. I walk up to her, flash a smile, and quickly ass, "Mind if I dance on stage a bit? My date wants to see me perform. I pause, waiting for a response. She licks her pen in though, and decides . . .