Preparations for the lap dance

When discussing our outfits for the evening we informed Natalie of our fondness of bodystockings; she eagerly agreed that it was a perfect choice for such a performance. Since the white-pink combo had worked for me so well in the past, we chose that colour pattern once again; Dani went with a more classic red-black set. I prepared as well as for every date; whenever sex with men was involved, even just oral, I wanted to be at the peak of my femininity. I glued my breast pads to my chest and covered them with a pink lace bra. I diligently tucked my penis between my legs and held it in place with a matching pair of sexy panties; on top of it went a pink patterned bodystocking. The white skirt was short and loose; its main role though would be to be stripped off at the beginning. The same applied to the white sleeveless shirt. What would NOT be coming off was a pair of white fuck-me pumps on fifteen centimetre tall heels. Dani wore a matching outfit, with the lingerie being red and everything else - black. She would not be performing, but we liked to announce to the world that we were a pair; though our methods were highly unorthodox. Natalie informed us that she did not want to take any attention away from me, so she would dress casually. In her case it meant yoga pants and tight T-shirt; in which she of course looked hot.

Natalie’s boyfriend was named Mick and it quickly turned out that we knew each other, albeit only by sight. He also attended the same gym and had been eyeing both Dani and me for a while now. Naturally he was incredibly excited to receive a lap dance, and more, from the object of his long-time admiration. Mick was tall, really tall; even in my killer heels I still could not exactly look him in the eye. He was also really bulky, so Natalie looked incredibly tiny and **** next to him. The introduction was short, because we did not come here to talk; well, maybe later.

We all went to the main room where the stage had already been set. The middle of the room was not merely empty, there was more than just space for a dancer; there was an actual pole! It was mounted to the ceiling and the floor; at a closer inspection I realised that it could be dismantled. I guess we should not have been surprised, considering Natalie’s job, but we were still impressed. On each side of the ‘dance floor’ stood a small couch, one for Mick, the other for the girls. The furniture was far enough, so that I would not kick anyone accidentally, though I did not plan on performing any acrobatics. I intended my show to be sensual and erotic, rather than flashy and dynamic.

Natalie poured us some wine and said:

“Tell me when you’re ready,” she had a sultry smile on her face.

“I came here ready,” I replied with a grin and took a sip of the wine.

“In that case…” she did not finish and just turned on the music.