Janae

Janae

The glistening of her pussy made me pause. Even from around the material of her sheer black thong her juices were present. I found myself at that moment wishing that I was on my knees in front of her, licking vigorously at the soft material of her panties to remove the sweet juices that continued to ooze out.

On the stage a few feet away from me Denise was there, propped upside down on her head, hands on either side of her to support her with her legs cocked wide open. In the dim light of the club it could still be noticed by any trained eye that her eyes were glazed over. It was like she was in the moment physically, but mentally she was somewhere else entirely.

One pop of her hips and the lights danced off of the soaking panties.

I wondered where her mind was that she could be in a room full of people and yet not really be there at all. I wondered if the men in front of her even noticed that they were not the primary focus of her attention.

Her eyes were seeing them but not really. Inside of her head she was seeing something completely different. I would have given anything to know what it was.

My own pussy began to throb and release juices as I continued to take in the scene. Denise's bikini top had been lost long ago and her perky titles were on full display with her fully erect nipples seeming to point directly across the room and at me.

Even upside down they sat perfectly and screamed my name.

"Janae!"

In that moment I was willing to do anything just to taste the tip of one of her sweet buds. To have one brush the tip of my tongue would have sent me into ecstasy.

My little Clit shivered at the thought, and I continued. Sucking the little drop into my mouth would have to pull a moan from Denise's lips. And that moan would be the sweetest, wouldn't it?

"Janae!" A finger snapped in front of my face and my trance was broken. Back in the real world I quickly looked around the table to assess the damage that my zone out had caused. Around the small table sat my closest friend and coworker Mya, and next to her was our newest coworker Angie.

After a long day in the office-a long week actually- Mya and I had gotten together and decided to take Angie out for drinks. It was her first week working at the law firm with us and to show our appreciation for all of the slack she'd help pick up around the place I offered to pay.

I was the personal assistant to the three attorneys at the David And Beck Law firm and Mya was the only paralegal but with the way things had been going our work had doubled over the past few months. The receptionist had quit and the general office assistant had been fired so Mya and I had more work on our hands than we could ever do in a ten hour work day. Most of the time we worked twelve hour days and another six to eight hours over the weekend.

So needless to say, it was a God send to have Angie on board. In just one week it was clear that a three person team was most efficient. While I enjoyed seeing the checks with all of the overtime on them piled high, I enjoyed my peace of mind more. It had been almost two months since I'd been able to sleep in on a Saturday and I knew that this one would be the one. So Mya and I planned to get as drunk as possible this Friday night and go to brunch in the morning. And why not invite Angie?

It had been Mya's idea to invite her to drinks but I didn't have a problem with it. Angie was sweet, and while she was a couple of years younger than Mya and I- both of us being twenty-eight and she twenty-three- she seemed to fit right in. Tonight would really be the test though. It was Mya and I's first time hanging out with Angie after five days of working together and if tonight went well then she would probably get an invite to brunch.

But I was staring at Denise.

See, this was the problem. This was the exact reason I didn't want to go to Club Six to begin with. For starters, I'd been to the small strip club many times and I knew what it held. For me it only held temptation.

Club Six was where the attorneys that I worked for took their important clients and because I was their personal assistant, more often than not, I was dragged along. It had been three long years of working for David And Beck and being dragged to that particular strip club- among other places- and six months ago I had seen Denise for the first time. She was new, not new to stripping, just new to the club. And for the first time ever in my life, a woman created certain sensations in my body that I'd never truly felt with the same sex. It was like every nerve in my body was on edge. My body would flush just looking at her and we had never even spoken.

In Six months I had seen her on a total of eight visits to this particular club and I always found myself staring and fantasizing. It was this very reason that when Mya suggested Club Six to me during lunch on Friday that I immediately said no.

'But I've never been!' She'd half whispered, half screamed across the outside table to me. ' Isn't that where all these white men take all of their money?'

It was true. David Fitzgerald-of David And Beck Law firm- spent at least ten thousand dollars every visit. He would take his clients in private rooms every time just to throw money like it was nothing. But that was because it really was nothing. David alone was getting million dollar payouts from clients. Blowing ten thousand dollars every couple of weeks to Impress another high paying client and get another million dollars was nothing.

'It is.' I confirmed Mya's statement and said no more.

'Well I want to see what all of the fuss is about. You've been a million times. Take me and show me the ropes.'

She looked hopeful...and I felt bad denying her again but I did it anyway. We settled on another club across town to go to. After lunch we'd gone to Angie and invited her along and she had agreed to go.

So how had we ended up at Club Six anyway? Great question. I should have ordered the Uber and not left it up to Mya's scheming ass. Once we had pulled up outside of Club Six Angie got excited, and then I couldn't tell both of them no. They were both bouncing on the sidewalk like toddlers so I bit my tongue and went along with it.

We had only been inside for fifteen minutes and just started sipping our drinks when I'd fallen into my dream like state.

Angie was staring at me with one eyebrow raised. " Are you okay?"

" I'm fine." I smiled before taking another sip of my drink and looking at Mya who looked equally as unsure. " I guess I'm just tired." I took another sip.

The unsure look left Mya's face and she smirked. " you're just mad at me because you didn't want to come here."

I rolled my eyes. " Not mad, annoyed."

" Why didn't you want to come?" Angie asked. She was in the process of removing her jacket to hang it over the back of her chair.

" I've seen enough of this to last me a lifetime." I lied.

Mya cut in. " Yeah, well, I haven't!"

We all laughed at her confession before Mya lifted her glass towards the middle of the table and prompted us to do the same. "A toast," She announced, smiling her eight thousand dollar smile-literally because that's how much she'd paid for her new set of teeth. " to new friends."

" To new friends." Angie and I echoed. We all clinked glasses before quickly downing our drinks and waving a waitress over to order more.

My eyes strayed front the waitress. The waitress was a skimpily dressed, tall, brown skinned black woman with eyes that looked like they picked up every single detail with hair flowing and bouncing all around her, and legs that went on for days. Well, her legs went on for as long as her short stature would allow. She was pretty... although she clearly was not my type.

Hell, I wasn't even aware that I had a type when it came to women until that very moment but if I did then Denise was definitely it.

Denise was tall. From what I could gather from only ever seeing her from across the room, she was much taller than me. I was on the tall side for a woman, close to 5'10" and with my heels I was well over six feet, so the possibility of Denise being taller than me-also in her heels- had me shaking.

And her body...

In comparison to my own body she was absolutely delectable. I had a decent shape, which I was in the gym five days a week to maintain, but it was nothing to write home about. In my opinion Denise's thighs were by far her best attribute. When she moved so did they ever so slightly. They were half way toned, half way something else entirely. I loved the little ripple that always extended from the cheeks of her ass and down her thighs any time she moved. Each click of her heels on the tiled floors of the club was like a round of applause for the show.

Around the front of her body her thighs met in a nice rounded 'V' shape, and above that her rounded pussy was plump. It was normally covered by a colorful or sparkly fabric, but tonight it needed no help in being noticed by me. Each of the outer lips of her hidden but not so hidden treasure were perfectly outlined and almost spilling over the stingy fabric.

Continuing up the front of her body her abdomen was next. Again, this area was somewhere between toned and something else. There was a small pudge but nothing that was unappetizing. It was definitely nothing that I wouldn't run my tongue all over.

Then there were her titties. Her titties were almost always on display.

At just the thought of the perfect balls of flesh I breathed deeply.

What was wrong with me? I had never thought about a woman like this, never fantasized about a woman the way that I often did with Denise, and never remembered a woman's body in so much detail. There had been a girl in college that I'd been halfway interested in... but not really. I had long since accepted the possibility that I was bisexual but had never really had the interest in testing it out until Denise.

I was infatuated with Denise's entire being. Make no mistake, both her body and her face were stunning, but it was more than just that for me. The energy that she carried with her in and out of the room drew me to her like I'd almost never been drawn to anyone before.

But I had been drawn to one person like this before.

I had a boyfriend. Tyler Atkins. It was almost impossible to remember Tyler when I was in the presence of Denise, but it was definitely impossible not to remember his existence when he was strutting across the floor of the club at that very moment like a man on a mission.

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