Chapter 1
Christy walked inside the VIP room swaying her hips seductively, finding her client Mr. Smith sitting on the plush couch. She smiled alluringly, causing the man who had been slumped across the couch to straighten up.
Christy had been working at the high-end strip club Xcstasy for about a year now. Even in this short time, she had managed to become one of the most sought-after girls in the club.
Xcstasy catered to an elite clientele mostly consisting of businessmen, high-ranking officials and Executives. The Club had the most alluring set of dancers or artists as they were called, to satisfy the needs of all their patrons.
It also had a strict set of rules for all the members and its employees, to help maintain proper discipline and avoid unnecessary complications.
The girls working at Xcstasy were treated with utmost care and given the best of clothes, make-up and any other props they needed for their acts. The Club also had strict security measures to ensure that all their rules were followed. They had highly trained security personnel including, burly bouncers to keep things in check. The Club was also installed with CCTV at all important locations, including the private rooms.
The strictest rule for the employees of the club was the no relationship rule. This was to avoid unnecessary complications like jealousy and possessiveness between the people involved which would no doubt disturb the smooth running of the club.
Another important rule which involved the members of the club was the "no-touch" and "no sex" rules. This meant that they could watch and enjoy the act, but were not permitted to initiate touching the artists.
The decision to touch was fully controlled by the girls, this was primarily for their safety. It was up to them how much they wanted to touch the clients and also to decide whether they wanted the men to touch them and if so, to what level.
This gave the girls all the power in the act and they really loved it. Of course, some of them liked indulging in as much erotic play as they could, stopping only short of oral sex or actual fucking.
They loved it when the rich, powerful men lusted after them. They also got tipped quite heavily and got other gifts in return for the pleasure they gave.
Christy loved her job a lot. She enjoyed indulging her sensual side and the rush of power she felt when men lusted after her.
She was a blonde bombshell with a curvy figure, which made the best of men salivate. Her lush blonde waves reached the middle of her back and her plump lips looked utterly sinful when she smiled.
Christy sashayed across the room swinging her hips left and right with each step, smiling seductively until she reached the chair placed right in front of her client.
She looked hot in her skimpy red bikini top, under her short black Leather Jacket. The red bikini was just a size smaller so that her plump boobs looked sexy as hell and her nipples looked as if straining to peek out of their barely-there confinement.
Her bottom half was just as sexily clad in skimpy black shorts, under which she had worn lacy red thongs matching her bikini tops. Her long and lithe legs were also encased in red fishnets with black high heels over her feet.
Christy tossed her long blond tresses away from her face with a sensual jerk of her head and placed one of her fishnet-clad legs onto the chair with an arm thrown over the backrest of the chair.
"Hello, Mr. Smith, how have you been?" she said smiling at the man seated in front of her, all the while running her free hand over her sexy thighs placed in front of him. She stood facing him such that her crotch was at his eye level and her skimpy shorts had ridden higher exposing more of her inner thigh.
Mr. Smith was a new client, who had just joined the club about a month and a half back. He was a middle-aged guy with a portly figure and balding hairline. Although she had not been the first girl he had sought, after joining the club, he had been consistently coming to her ever since he had gotten a taste of her. This was his fourth visit.
"I am doing well darling, couldn't wait to get back to you," Mr. Smith grunted in reply.
Christy turned the chair around so that the back faced him. She placed it closer to him, arranging her arms over the backrest so that her tits pressed together to expose more of her cleavage right in front of his ogling eyes.
"I am happy to welcome you here Mr. Smith," she said in a husky voice, twirling a lock of hair which had fallen on her breasts with a finger.
Mr. Smith grunted and shifted in his position uncomfortably licking his lips. She could see the bulge in his crotch indicating the condition of his dick.
She straightened up and casually shrugged out of her jacket looking directly into his eyes. His eyes instantly latched on to her hot boobs mostly exposed in her barely there, bikini top. His breath hitched and she could see beads of sweat appearing on his forehead.
Christy casually straddled the chair and started rocking over it slowly enjoying the effect she had on the man without doing much of anything at all.
Sex dripped off her in waves, wherever or whenever she moved. Men lost their heads over her whenever she wanted and she was proud of it.
This was the reason she enjoyed working at Xcstasy. Here everything was in her control and she found her job to be the same as that of actors.
She was playing the role of the temptress and man did she love it. She never touched her clients or let anyone touch her. She enjoyed the power she exuded without resorting to touching someone.
Christy was fully confident in her prowess to get any man she wanted. So she never felt the need to let any of her clients, who so lecherously salivated over her or the other girls, touch her. If and when she needed sex, she would be the one to choose her partner.
Christy loved the act of sex but only with men, whom she found suitable. She generally went for the tough alpha male kind of virile sexy men. Such men were full of masculine confidence, which she found attractive. But, finding such men was not easy and so it had been a while since she had the raw filthy kind of sex she enjoyed.
"So, what's it gonna be today, Mr. Smith?" she asked gyrating her hips on the chair in a rhythmic motion, tossing her hair around and leaning backward to push her boobs even more forward.
"A strip tease or a Lap Dance?" she asked, moving her fingers across her cleavage more obviously.
Mr. Smith shifted in his seat looking more frustrated, he licked his lips, then leaned forward and ran his forefinger along her thighs saying,
"Why don't we take it a bit further today, we are permitted to do everything other than having sex, darling,"
Christy swatted his hand away, moving her thighs away, and said with a tight smile,
"Now....Now....Mr. Smith, you know the rules,"
He had a frustrated expression on his face as he said,
"Come on Darling, at least call me Bob, you know I want you to,"
He looked like a little boy who got caught with his hand halfway down the cookie jar and then tried to coax the person who caught him to give him a cookie or two.
"All right Bob, so what will it be?" Christy asked him once again.
"Come on Darling, don't you know how much I want you?"
"I can't get you out of my mind, I think I'll go crazy if you don't give me what I want," he rasped in frustration.
"You are being a greedy boy, Bob," Christy replied,
"You knew about my rules, since the first time you visited me,"
"If you want more than what I provide, there are a lot of other girls to pick from," she told him.
"Don't be so cruel darling, You know I only want you," he whined,
"Even the club allows us to indulge ourselves, I can be very good to you, you know," he said.
"I'll pay you double if you let us be skin to skin and five times if you give me a handjob," he said leering at her and licking his lips in anticipation.
"It's not about the money, Bob and I don't need to give a handjob to get you off," she told him with a sly grin.
The man had literally no control as she knew from past experiences. He always shot his load, at the simplest display of seduction. She never even got to the finish of her act before he came.
The first time it happened, he came in his pants and she had just begun her lap dance. Since then, he had become smart enough to take out his dick so that he didn't soil his clothes again.
"I can give you what you came for, without any of that Bob," Christy said, getting up from the chair and opening the button of her shorts.
Mr. Smith seemed to start hyper-ventilating, as she opened the zipper of her shorts and he saw a peek of her pussy through the sheer red lace thong, she wore.
She ran her pink tongue over her plump red lips and said,
"So, Bob, a lap dance or a strip?"
She further pushed down her tight shorts, swaying her hips to help remove it and Mr. Smith also started going towards his belt buckle, unfastening it. He then worked to open his pants and free his straining cock.
He made short work of removing his pants, briefs and shoes completely. In all of their previous meetings, he had just pulled down his pants and briefs letting his dick free. Today was the first time he had completely exposed his lower half.
Christy was fine with that, anything her clients felt comfortable with she was happy to indulge, as long as it was within her set rules.
"So, what will it be today?" she asked once again,
Christy stood waiting for his reply in a sexy pose, one of her hands on her waist, with her hip jutting out at that side, looking utterly sinful.
Her white skin stood out in dark contrast with the crimson red of her too-tight bikini set. Her long legs encased in the fishnets showcased her lithe long legs and her bare pussy was visible for his eyes through her flimsy lacy red thongs.
"Can't I have both? Why do I have to choose?" Bob asked, walking towards her, his small but engorged dick pointing towards her.
"I think you should tell me your decision fast," she said,
Seeing as he had undressed fully, she would have to cover his lap with the silk cloth she had on her table of props for such occassions, before going for a lap dance in case that was his choice. No way was she letting his scrawny dick touch her.
Christy had been waiting for his decision, when he reached her and lunged forward suddenly, with his palms on her ripe butt cheeks. He brought her up against him and tried to kiss her lips.
Christy felt enraged and pushed at him with all her might, being a bit shorter than the average man, he was about her height. She was just thinking of kneeing his dick, when the door to the room burst open.
Before Christy could turn around to see who it was, Bob was pulled away from her and tossed on the couch.
