The Comfort Zone

The music thrummed steady as a heartbeat, the pulse of the speakers thumping through the floor. It was when the trumpet serenaded its way in smoothly she began to ponder how exactly she got herself into this mess this time. Melissa’s eyes locked with her reflection. Short hair curled her face framing it stylishly. Her chair scooted closer to the vanity desk. 

Shimmering pink lips matched the natural blush that powdered her cheeks. She really did have no one to blame but herself. She sighed as she pumped her mascara, reapplying it and taking a moment to stare at herself properly. Painting pink eyeshadow onto herself, she could catch glimpses of shimmering in the corner of her eye.

Nerves. 

Excitement. 

Disbelief. 

Thrills. 

She finished off the last of her eyeliner and pulled herself back to sit properly on the chair. Fingers curling over the bottle of body glitter, she sprayed it over her head, focusing with lidded eyes as it fell down onto her like sparkling rain. She could do this. She knew she could. She’d already been very well acquainted with the physical aspect of it, but she had always been alone while she practiced. 

Yet, deep down, she was more than knowing of the fact this is what she’d been craving. Her life seemed to have caught itself in a lull in every sense of the word.

 A change, even a slight one.

 That could make all the difference. 

It had to. Besides, who knew where one change could lead after all. Whatever happened tonight, no matter what, she was going to have fun. What more could she ask for than that? Her lip caught on her fang as she ruminated on the idea. Or, it wasn’t an idea anymore considering she was presently backstage. She had brought it to life. 

“If looks could kill.” 

“I’m sure we’d have a crime scene if that were the case.”

“Ooh, a charmer. Don’t I feel lucky. You a newbie?”

“Just feeling it out for myself.” The answer seemed to appease the stunning dancer who towered above her. 

“Cheers, a girl has to know her comforts and pleasures. There’s nothing more beautiful.”

“I couldn’t agree more. I’m Melissa.”

“Manners hmm? You’re winning me over more and more by the minute. Juno, nice to meet you.” Melissa hummed happily as she grinned towards the gorgeous woman. It had only been two minutes, but the warmth radiating around Juno… It was easy to see she was skilled at the talent of making people comfortable and earning the room to shine through the neon lighting.

“Likewise.”

“I know a magician can’t show all their cards but, your mascara, I’m curious.” She leaned against the vanity desk closing the distance between the two of them. Juno’s breath tickled Melissa’s lips and she could catch the faint aroma of cherry lingering off of Juno’s lipstick. It took everything in her power not to melt on the spot.

 Control yourself, girl! Pull it together. Show first, play later. 

She exhaled deeply, her hands balling into fists on her legs before spreading her fingertips across her thighs and scrunched the hem of her skirt. Melissa was sure she was beet red, all she could do was hope the neon pink lighting would counter her tomato face in front of this pretty goddess she seemed to have won over for three minutes.

“Oh, god you’re a gem- I have this red mascara and body glitter. I wanted to keep it simple but still be able to knockout a crowd.” Her hand drew to her cheek, thumb brushing away her own hair strands, and froze. Juno’s caramel fingers wrapped serenely around Mel’s. 

Effortless. 

Her skin felt like the finest of silks. Mel moisturized, sure. Every night when she remembered. Yet as her hand was cradled in Juno’s, she was blinded as she beamed at her. 

“I know you’ll do wonderfully, now, I owe my girls some drinks. I’ll be out there if you need anything, I’m around. Just make sure to wave when you see me in the crowd.” Pulling back the chair, heels clicking back onto the ground. Her gaze pierced into the mirror as she studied the outfit she herself had chosen. At first glance, it certainly wasn’t the usual fashion that was shown off around here. 

Luckily, there was more than met the eye, patience should always reap rewards. She figured it should be the same for performances. A long sleeve button up rose embroidered crop top with white mesh lingerie underneath and a pink necklace gemstone. Ripped jean short shorts and a pink thong with a white bow on the front and back. 

Le Chat Gris, as the doors rocked shut behind her she greeted the scene warmly. Laughter burst from different corners of the room, wide smiles and mugs filled to the brim with brew. The pop of champagne and sputter of foam in the left centre of the dining tables and beautiful women holding different mixtures of drinks from red wines to fruit cocktails. The array of colours in everyone’s hands brightened the room. The steady glow of ample candlelight as the jazz band carried on with their melodic symphony. The joy hung heavy in the air tonight. She knew if she let herself she could simply bask in this glow for hours. 

Plates and drinks flew around her throughout the room. Taking off from tables and being set down upon new ones, colours delighting the eye as the ambiance thrived.

 Garlic bread being carried fresh on a plate by a gorgeous waiter she clenched her teeth together trying to carry on what little strength she had. The bar was where her attention lay. One drink couldn’t possibly hurt. Wasn’t it tradition to steel yourself up with a fresh brew anyways?

 She settled herself by the bar, climbing up the red bar stool with ease despite the massive heels and seating herself properly. A little jump as the cold marble countertops startled her, a cool contrast to the room. Shaking her out of her daze, her chin tilted upwards as she processed the menu. She wasn’t quite sure what she wanted. It took a minute, but as the drink came to mind, she knew she couldn’t leave until she had it.  Her frame pressed against the countertop and with a wave she flagged the man tending the crowd down.

Nails clicked onto the marble, his smile grew the closer he approached. 

“Thirsty?” He inquired.

“Parched. Could you help me?” Melissa mocked, hand curling as she swept her fingers across her chest. He chuckled softly. Bowing as he closed the distance between them. Leaning against the countertops, he studied her. His eyes grazing over her body, a glimmer of arousal sparkled through them. She didn’t blame him. She was feeling it herself. Her legs crossed on the barstool, thighs squeezing together in vain attempts. 

“Poor thing. Well, my attention is yours. Talk to me Beautiful.”

“Dirty Shirley Temple darling, make it and you’ve made my night.” His eyebrows lifted. Lips dropping for a moment in slight surprise. As soon as it flashed across his face, you could see the glimmer in his eyes growing.

“Not a fan of the regulars?”

“I am, but I’m craving something more passionate tonight. Can’t a girl enjoy some cherries?” His hands rose in mock defence. 

“Of course princess, of course. Anything for you.” Her lips turned upwards into a grin, laughing gently and tucking a curl behind her ear. He went straight to work. As he turned his back towards Melissa to focus on the task at hand, it gave her gaze a chance to wonder. Landing back atop the band and dancers. The band was sequestered on their own stage, playing a sensual jazz piece while one of the club’s beautiful dancers spun her way around the pole.

The saxist spun off into a duet with the cellist. The trombone howled out a pretty tune lulling back in as the pianist and bassist melded back into the song hazily. The vibrations and symphony left the room charged in a fog. 

Their low, dulcet tones thrummed through the air as the next dancer took to the stage. Long blonde hair whipped back and forth as she spun and twisted, ripped black stockings crawling up her thighs to match her sparkly black tube top, the thin cloth straining to keep her all in place as she danced. 

For a club, the place really was quite beautiful. More sophisticated, less shouting and whooping and more quiet claps and warm laughter as patrons chatted amongst themselves. With a clink of the glass hitting the surface, her attention was drawn back to the bar as the mixologist handed her the fizzy pink drink. 

Instead of turning away once again, he continued to lean over until his breath tickled her ear and his hands wrapped around hers over the cup.. She froze in surprise. She hadn’t even managed to utter a thank you. Her fingertips squeezed the cup as his giant hands cupped hers with ease. Her legs twitched, thighs flexing as she heard his lips crackle as they pulled apart.

“If I wouldn’t lose my job, I’d pull you onto this counter and fuck you in front of everyone until they can’t tell the two of us apart.”

She squeaked. Her face set ablaze so brightly she could feel her ears burning. Shivers prickled her spine as she trembled in front of the giant man with arousal. Their desires were the same. Her legs completely clenched as he thumbed his fingers over her wrists with ease. As he began to pull away however, she gripped his forearms, their eyes locking.

“Come find me after my show. Maybe we can compromise.” His eyes widened. 

“You’re a performer?”

“First time tonight.” He hummed, nodding as he glanced at the room.

“It’s a good crowd tonight, let’s make sure it’s a special occasion. This one’s on the house.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah? I wouldn’t lie to you. However, you have to open wide.” He laughed.

“Huh?” She giggled, a little confused as she beamed at him. He sidestepped a little to the left, reaching down into the mini fridge and pulling out fresh cherries. He plucked and washed them, pouring them inside a ribbon wrapped wooden bowl and set it down on the counter.

As he pulled away and locked eyes with her, she thanked the man as he slid the straw precariously into her drink and pulled three cherries attached at the stem out of the bowl. A quiet hum escapes his mouth as he leans forward once again, hand extending to dangle the bright red fruit in front of her face. How cheeky. 

With a cheshire grin she tilted her head back slightly, letting him move his hand to hover over her mouth and watching with lidded eyes as he lowered his hand. 

Plump lips parted with a quiet breath and felt them brush against her lips and dance on her tongue. She purses her lips, humming as she tastes the fresh fruit, but before she can even let the flavour dance on her tongue he pulls it out of her mouth and sucks it half way into his.

The man's lips close, rolling over the fruit as he bites down into it slowly. The juice dribbled off his lower lip and down towards his chin before he caught it with his thumb, flicking it off his chin and licking off the remnants. He suckles the rest of the cherry into his mouth, twirling his tongue as he finishes it off and kisses the pit back into his palm. Melissa was a bit speechless, unable to take her eyes off of his stained lips, she could feel her blush spreading across her face and all the way to her ears. She was thankful it was darker here than in the dressing room. 

“Don’t worry, there’s still two left.” He purred when he noticed her eyes tracing his features, reaching out towards her and giving her plenty of time to pull away. When she stayed put he smiled widely, combing his fingertips over her wavy curls. As his hands trailed down he grabbed her throat, squeezing playfully and stroking the back of her neck. Using his thumb to press against her lips and part them, he batted his eyelashes playfully at her.

 “Don’t make me beg, pretty thing.” She laughed, and opened her mouth once more, peeking one eye open to glance at the teasing man. He seemed surprised she was so compliant, she guessed he didn’t get to play with clients like this too often. Neither did she. 

“Good, good.” He cooed, and pressed the cherry against her lips until it slid into her mouth. The friction of the fruit rubbing against her gloss plumped lips left her stomach rolling more than it should have as the stranger complimented her. Her clit twitched and she crossed her legs on the barstool as he danced the cherry in her mouth.

 After a few moments of teasing he finally let her sink her teeth into the thin flesh. She moaned as the taste splashed into her mouth, rolling over her taste buds as he threatened to pull the fruit out, toying with her as he tugged the stem between her teeth. Before he could properly escape she had clamped her teeth shut and demolished the cherry. With a triumphant grin, she spit the cherry pit into his palm and licked her lips, keeping intense eye contact. 

A grin bloomed across her face as she watched him take his turn to blush. 

“So….” He cleared his throat, gathering himself as he pulled away and delicately placed the last cherry in her shirley temple. Finally, pushing the drink to her and leaned in closer. He took notice there was a moment of quiet at the bar, giving him the chance to linger since the counter had a moment of peace. 

“Are you new? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you here.” Melissa paused, pulling her mouth off of the straw, her fingertips pressing the plastic as she stirred. Ice Cubes clinking against the glass, she raised an eyebrow at the intrigued bartender.

“Oh? Are you curious?” His curious gaze softened into a more amused expression. 

“All part of the job sweetheart.” 

“Even feeding clients cherries?” 

“Only the ones I really like.” A smirk flashed between the two of them. He shook his head, chuckling as he stared off into the crowd noticing a fair few had emptied their glasses. A small rush would start soon as the current dancer was off of the stage. Given how Skye snaked her way around the pole mostly bare. It was safe to say the routine was close to a close. Each performer would get 4-10 minutes depending on the reciprocation. He saw it countless times every shift. 

As he studied the crowd, Melissa began tearing the wrapper off and wrapping her lips on the straw taking a swig. Her eyelashes fluttered shut as the drink poured onto her tongue. A hum of appreciation cooed from her throat as she swallowed loudly. After a few hearty sips, the glass was already knocked down an inch. The taste of ginger and cherries bubbled in her mouth. It was as delicious as ever. With the splash of apple rum Melissa leaned back in her chair, sighing happily as the cherry bobbed with the miniature waves. 

“This is the best Shirley Temple I’ve had in….fuck, I don’t even know how long. Thank you…..” She paused, waiting for him to introduce himself.

“Rafael, anytime gorgeous.” 

“Trinity, the pleasure is all mine.” Rafael beamed at her reply. The atmosphere glowed brighter than the neon lights in the bar. The company and craftsmen certainly helped, Melissa expected to maybe find a girlfriend or two during this outing. She never even thought about what would happen if she found a spark. 

“So how did you find out about this place?” Blue eyes watched her drink disappear as he asked, never leaving her face or her lips as she drank.

“None of my friends knew about it.” Rafael’s head tilted slightly to the side.

“Why does that matter?”

“I like to keep some things to myself. Especially when I enjoy them. Don’t you get like that too? Guilty passions?”

“Ahh, a criminal. Are you guilty?” He mused. Melissa couldn’t help but respond in turn.

“I’m passionate.” A breath of a laugh puffed from his chest as he swung bottles of booze onto the countertop, hopping off and beginning to refill the buckets of ice on the marble.

“Girl after my own heart. It’ll be our secret then.”

“I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

After a little while of basking in the pleasant conversation, Melissa came down from the clouds as the crowd burst into a fit of applause, cheers and whistles ringing through the bunch. She hurries to finish her drink, sips growing longer and sentences shorter as the bartender watched her throat bob. 

“Why the rush doll? Do you have somewhere to be tonight Melissa?” His tone was light but curious as he hopped back down from his perch, moving to grab his mixing set once again. Melissa only smiled wider, finishing off her drink and popping the last dark red cherry into her mouth, stem and all. After a few seconds and an exaggerating sucking noise she was pulling it from between her teeth, cherry stem tied in a knot around the pit. 

“You’ll just have to find out, won't you?” The last dancer saunters off the stage. Bra hung over her shoulder. Thong sculpting her chiselled figure with every step. She looked ethereal. Coursing across the floor like a lioness. Skye winked as she prowled onwards and disappeared silently down the hall towards the powder room. Melissa’s heart pattered. All those tethered emotions came back in one big knot in her chest. There really were women of all types around here. It made the energy in the bar feel a little more welcoming. 

There wasn’t one mould to fit into. Not here. The hostess herself drew from the crowd, climbing once more onto the stage with a mic in hand. 

“Trinity, your crowd is waiting.” As she stood up Rafael’s shoulders dropped, eyes widening as he clocked her stage name. With that she was walking away from the bar and towards the stage steps. Plush hips swaying hypnotically. Heart fluttering twice as fast as the footsteps Melissa took. Her eyes locked with the hostess when she was only metres away. 

As she brushed her short curls out of her eyes and took a deep breath, the hostess welcomed her onto the stage. Mouthing good luck at her as the lights dimmed to a hazy pink. Rolling her shoulders. Fingertips brushed against the cold pole until her palm was curled around it. Squeezing it nervously. Drawing her breath, she backed up. Stepping slightly to the left, The music begins to play, a trumpet serenading her into her moment. Heels clicked against the floor. Melissa leapt gracefully, legs curling around the pole flowing through the air. Her feet pointed into a dancer’s arch. As soon as her shoes tapped against the ground once more she knew she could do this.

 This was it.

What was beyond the comfort zone. She needed to know.

Her face went bright pink as she prepared for the next trick.

 Beginning to rhythmically move her hips tauntingly and strips for the crowd slowly. Tracing a single finger from the tip of her chin along  her neck down to the very first button. She popped it off, barely a glimpse of what was underneath shone through. Going button by button until she’s gone through all three, as she twirls around the pole and pulls her sleeve all the way off and by the time she’s finished her first proper cycle her button up crop top fell off revealing her mesh white lingerie that framed her chest beautifully.  

The crowd cheered as she swung off of the pole and turned herself around, ass facing the crowd as she teased. Pulling them down torturously slowly. Inch by inch. The crowd cheered as it finally snapped off her love handles and shimmied down her thighs, beautifully falling to the ground between her legs showing off her rosy pink thong with big white bows on the front and back to cover her ass and pussy. The crowd purred in approval. Hums and groans of pure pleasured surprise. The saxophone howled, the instruments melting together into a distant background noise. 

She unfolded, curtsying elegantly as she slipped her calf back around the pole and squeezed, pulling herself closer. Using her head to lean into the next spiral, her hair fluttered prettily as her heels and body shimmered under the neon lights. She pulled her palms up her stomach and up to her breasts. Squeezing and groping, she moaned softly as the audience whistled. Lifting her top up and off inch by inch until she dragged it up off of her neck and with a sway of her hips dropped it to the floor next to the jeans.

 The bartender didn’t take his eyes off of her the entire time. His gaze intense as he watched her swing and dance the crowd into the palm of her hand. A gorgeous puppeteer pulling people like putty in her hands. She lowers so she's kneeling on the ground, rocking and grinding against the pole ass facing the crowd. She rolls her hands over her thick tummy and big thighs, squeezing her ass cheekily and slowly pulling the bow until it’s undone and she pulls the ribbon onto the pole using it to push and pull herself as if they were handcuffs. She parted her lips in an oh as her ass was on full display for the crowd and she slid the pole between her cheeks rubbing up and down and grinding it against her thong and asshole.

 Her eyelashes fluttered closed, lost in the heat as she ground herself against it. Kicking her leg out and spinning around so her pussy touched the cold metal. She cried out softly, hand raising over her head elegantly as she ‘oh’d’ and began tugging on the ribbon until she ripped it off leaving just her pink thong. Her body glimmering pink as she posed and strutted on the stage, spreading her cheeks with her fingers and using two fingers to spread her pussy and show off for the crowd. Pulling her hands through her hair and licking between her fingers. She did it all. And by the time she finished the first song, they didn’t want her to stop. She kept going for three songs, until she finally lost her breath and bowed to the crowd that cheered her on. Money littered the stage floor, and as the band started to jam for intermission the bartender hopped onto stage within seconds and began helping her collect the cash. He offered her a cold cloth and some water as he picked up her earnings and placed them all in a drawstring pouch. Double checking everything was in order, he smiled sweetly as he handed her the bag kneeling in front of her divine, bare body. 

“That was incredible! You were, amazing.” Raf beamed. Eyes shimmering in the dim lighting as the stagehands set up for the next dancer while intermission thrummed. Brow furrowed. Casting a glance at the bar, he waved to the second man who was lingering behind it. A line was beginning to form in front of the bar, Raf glanced between his pretty new friend and his job. He never usually took breaks. So, once in a while it wouldn't hurt. As he battled with himself over it, something cool patted against his forehead causing him to zone back in. Melissa had begun wiping him down, noticing the sweat collecting on his brow. His blush grew two shades darker. 

Clearing his throat once more, he decided on a chance. Even if it was the same bar he worked every night, it was rare to find someone who brought a different light to the room. Melissa made it seem like a different world entirely. He couldn’t have spent more than an hour with her, probably less. He’d be lying however if he said he wasn’t hooked. It wasn’t like he was strapped for cash right now either. 

“I’m-... I’m sorry if this is too forward, but, would you be up for earning a little more tonight?” She appeared hesitant. Eyes flicking over the pole nervously as her hands caressed her core.

“That was the most fun I’ve had in a long time. But, I don’t think I can work the pole anymore hon, my knees are shaking. I’m sorry.” Before she had even finished Rafael shook his hands barely able to let her finish.

“Oh, no no, I wouldn’t ask you to do that.” Rafael traced a hand through his dark brown hair.

“Then, what did you have in mind?” She sipped the water, a smile flitting to her lips as she padded herself with the cold cloth carefully. He glanced at her up and down, beckoning for her to follow him down the hall. With a tilt of her head, she set the cup of water down on a nearby table and left the main room with him. The hall wasn’t abandoned by any means, dancers flaunted in and out of the rooms, a few clients with lovestruck and lust filled faces staggered out as well. Drunk off of booze and beauties. The vibrations in the floor faded as they departed from the main event. Rafael and Melissa arrived in a separate room in the bar, a hallway filled with rooms covered in red furniture and neon lights. It began to click as she saw other dancers in glimpses behind curtains or velvet ropes that hung down giving lap dances. 

The two of them moved through the night side by side in a comfortable quiet. Tension dragged through the air like fog after a thick rain. 

Heavy. 

Palpable. 

Rafael took notice of an open room and intertwined Melissa’s hand in his, pulling her into the red velvet room. He heads to the booth. Taking a seat and parting his legs, he traced a hand softly over his side and pinched the button of his jeans. Snapping it undone, he tore the zipper down. His bulge quick to rise and welcome the feverish air. Melissa studied him. His heavy lidded eyes. The way his chest rose and fell quicker than a moment ago. How he palmed at his bulge and roamed his palms over his thighs. He finally locked eyes with her.

“Ready gorgeous?” She nodded, heading deeper into the room. The thrum of the sensual music carried through this corner of the bar. She was barely dressed as it was, there wasn’t much to strip with. A seductive display didn’t always need clothes after all. She hummed, correcting her posture. Closed her eyes, and as she opened them again. She was ready. Melissa circles the booth, treading in rhythm. Pulling her hand over her chest and extending her arm, she squeezes his outer thighs as she closes the distance between them. 

Moulding their hands together, she twirled herself slowly in place displaying every inch of herself for him. And as she faced the entrance of the room once more, lowered herself to sit in his lap and began to grind. Rolling her hips in a mesmerizing cycle. Melissa’s ass enveloping his entire vision.

“Trinity-” Rafael barely uttered her name. She cut him off before he could even think.

“Ah ah ah, don’t say a word yet.” She bent forward, hands slinking to the floor between her legs. She jiggled. Ass and love handles bouncing. Creasing on her sides showing off all her stretch marks and curves. He shivered as his hands barely grazed over her. She pressed back into him, turning her hips upwards and grinding against his bulge.

“Fuck-” He huffed out shakily.

She spread her legs a little further, lifting her hands above her head and curling upright, straightening out until she was pointed towards the sky. Hips swaying back and forth like a pendulum. Rafael’s foot shuffled across the floor struggling to stay put. 

As she left him muted, she turned slowly. Breasts bouncing softly with the swinging of her body. Head thrown back, she caressed Rafael’s face with her hands, enticing him forward as she stepped forward and smothered him with her tits. 

Rafael moaned throatily, the sound muffled underneath the woman he was melded to.

He didn’t think he could take much more of the teasing. 

He whimpered as she took his hands in hers and brought them to her thighs just below her juicy ass. He spread his fingers, petting her. He tried to take that second of clarity to compose himself, but just as he stretched his fingertips outwards she bent herself forward. Her pussy completely pooled into his palm. He twitched. Fingers dug into her thighs and with a surprised gasp she struggled to stay on top of him as he spread her legs and palmed at her dripping cunt.

He slipped off his pants leaving his boxers barely restraining the thick package he’d been hiding. She whined in her throat as he coaxed her back into his lap, holding her hips as he pulled her back onto him grinding her pussy against his thinly veiled cock. She could feel it throbbing against her lips. Melissa’s eyelashes fluttered shut as she mewled. She was as lost as he was in the hazy dream they got themselves into. Too busy focusing on his reactions, heavensent noises as he groaned and sighed. She didn’t notice as he pulled out his cock from underneath her and as she lifted and lowered herself once more she moaned whorishly as his cock slipped through her lips and rubbed against the slip of her thong. 

Melissa jerked, a small squeak slipping out her lips as Rafael held her firmly in his arms. 

She had slapped her hand onto his shoulders not wanting to fall off. Melissa was about to stand, but his fingers dug into her. She looked over her shoulder to see his intense stare. His eyes not leaving her face for a moment as he rubbed the tip of his cock over her clit earning a whine.

“Trinity, I need you…” Rafael confessed. She stared at him for a few seconds. A crimson blush painted across the two of them. Without a word, Melissa nodded softly, humming and rubbing herself against him. He raised Melissa by the back of her thunderous thighs, digging his fingers into her plush backside once more with his left hand. Coaxing his cock out of his boxers and moaned as he used his fingers to spread her pussy with his right. It glistened in the light, flexing as cold air brushed against the warmth that radiated from her. 

She was drenched. Melissa could feel his gaze stabbing into the back of her head as she came back down onto his dick, the tip sliding against her slippery folds. She circled her clit around the tip, taking a moment to give her clit more attention. Grinding lighter than a feather, she barely brushed her swollen pearl over his bulging cock. Tiny, cute pants falling out of her mouth as she toyed with him. Torturing him in the gentlest ways. He squeezed her ass attempting some vain attempt of stimulation. Rafael realized quickly he’d be stuck unless she said so. She dry humped him, clit being flicked repeatedly by his cock bobbing back and forth underneath her. He slid over each pretty lip and fold. He shut his eyes tight. Drops of pre running from his tip.

His cock was standing at full attention to the point it almost hurt. One poke and he felt as if he’d burst. Heat pooling in his boxers, his breath ragged. He watched her throw it back, thrusting and rubbing her clit on him with wild abandon. She slowly let her weight fall onto him more and more before she had reached the perfect amount of pressure for proper stimulation. “A-Ah~!” She leaned forward, picking up the pace as she bounced her ass in his lap until it reached the perfect spot. She flinched, thighs tightening on Rafael’s lap as she squirted onto his dick. She gasped, shoulders rising and falling. With a swallow, she brushed one of her curls back in place. Meanly rubbing herself against him once more, a lot slower than she just was. Lifting herself over him until she was hovering slightly above, he barely caught a glimpse of her smirk before feeling her sinking down onto him and twisting her hips a little until it finally pushed in thickly. Rafael sucked in a breath through gritted teeth. Shuddering as he bucked, keeping her still so he wouldn’t push in too fast. He began to rock her back and forth. Her ass rolling over his tummy and squishing him as she began to stretch herself onto him. He pumped into her, very slowly pushing in and pulling out. 

Mewling, she rocked and flexed. Cooing as she sank down onto his girth. He grunted, toes curling and balls swelling as jiggled in his lap. This wasn’t how either of them expected their night to go. Yet here they were. His hands drowning in fistfuls of her beautiful rolls. She grabbed onto the soft red armchair, tilting her head back as she cried. Her pussy milked him. Walls tightening around him Rafael saw stars. She felt like heaven on earth. Silk insides and a wet pussy, he bucked fervently. His thoughts fading away leaving him with an animalistic desire to pin her down. As he pushed her forward strategically she fell onto the armchair on all fours. Gathering her in his arms within seconds, Rafael repositioned Melissa so he was on his knees. Giving him more access than the previous position. He didn’t hold anything back. Her toes scrunched and pointed towards the sky as he fucked her doggy style. 

She cries, wanting to hear him moan her name. He didn’t know it though. Melissa swore, cunt gaping around his thick cock. The thought alone left her spiralling. He wasn’t even calling her the right name. They had no idea who the other were, aside from the two roles they played perfectly that night. They were strangers, and here he was ready to plow into her until she was swollen like a pastry. Adrenaline spiked through her veins as she mewled. Her pussy being battered, the sounds of harsh moans, sharp breaths and wet slaps filled the room. The pace picking up fervently. She swore she could feel it. Raf let out a staggered breath, his fingers locked in a death grip on her lovehandles as he shoved all the way into her. She tightened her core, flexing her muscles and egging him on. “Trinit-y!” He failed to string a sentence together. Melting on top of her and crushing her with his weight as the bartender thrusted roughly. Faster, and faster. Harder. Until she felt as if her whole being was electric. Her entire body tensed. Arching her back and moaning whorishly as she came for a second time. Milking him in repercussion until he came inside of her. Painting her walls with thick batter. Shoving all the way to the base with a hiss he spilled his seed. Pumping her for two minutes, his forehead pressed against her back as he gathered his surroundings. Pulling out with a gasp, Rafael sat himself back in the armchair and watched as she panted. Cum dripping out of her drop by drop like a faucet left on. He cursed. His dick twitching. He wasn’t going to go soft anytime soon. Realizing the situation they had put themselves into, Rafael smiled  and groped her love handles pulling her back onto his cock as she choked on a moan. Her pussy twitched, cum spilling out of her. He whistled, muttering a breath of a laugh as he spread her pussy with his fingers to watch the twitching hole trying and failing to grip onto something. Or someone.

“Raf-ael, what-”

“I can’t help it, I’m sorry- you’re just so pretty.” Melissa bowed her head. Lip tugged between her teeth. Pussy flexing as the sounds of her insides being thrown around filled the room. They were drowning in lust and the thick scent of sex. His balls slapping against her ass as he sloppily fucked her. Melissa’s thighs were shaking, tits swinging with every buck of his hips that pushed her forwards. Her mind raced a mile a minute. She staggered mid thrust, eyes rolling into her head as she felt him swell a little thicker. Expanding in girth from excitement and overuse. She keened, arms giving in and she fell forward onto the booth. Rafael refused to stop. Taking advantage of the new angle, he thrust into her deeply.

“Raf! Please! Fuck- Please.”

“Please what?”

“Please…” He slapped her ass playfully. A squeak rightfully falling from her mouth.

“Please help me cum…..” She trailed off. Her insides sloshed as he obliterated her pussy. Her eyes pressed shut. Chest rising and falling rapidly. His sweat mixed with hers as their bodies fused together.

“What do you want, sweet girl?” He slapped her ass a second time, a little firmer. She jolted in his grasp, clit throbbing as she panted like a dog in his arms.

“Cum!” She barely grunted out. He hummed appreciatively, spreading her asscheeks with his hands and admiring the view. Cum spurted around his cock every time she squeezed her pussy. Already so full and still begging for more. She didn’t have any inhibitions left. The bliss of the moment could’ve been cloud nine. All she wanted was pleasure. 

“Say it for me Trinity.” Her lip drew into a pout. Slowly dragging out of her inch by inch, she panicked. Wriggling her hips and trying to fuck herself back onto him she cried for the blushing bartender. 

“Cum in me Rafael!!” She couldn’t see him. But she felt the change in the air. Huffing, tears of overstimulation pooling on her eyelashes. She turned to look over her shoulder and saw him with his eyes shut tight. Parting her lips to speak, she never got the chance. He speared forward. Bucking into her so forcefully you could hear the waves of cum barreling through her tight cunt as his dick splashed through it. She yelped. Being flipped in moments.

He pins her onto the booth, crawling properly on top of her. She cooes softly as he kisses her neck thanking her as he obliterated her insides. Feeling his dick swell, she spreads her legs limply as best she can to try and accommodate him and litres of cum storming inside of her. He cries, hand flying forward and grabbing a handful of her hair from the back. Tilting her chin higher and pulling her further onto his dick, she sobbed underneath him. He grew messy, each thrust in and out coaxed some of the cum out. Leaking from her pussy, to her thighs and on the booth she was being railed on. He turned her insides. His dick submerged in his own cum. Rocking back and forth, he yanks her hair and spanks her at the same time. She shudders, a howl emitting from her mouth throatily. Her plush ass with a few bright pink handprints decorated her backside. As the tears rolled off her face, he leaned down. Parting his lips, mouth agape as he leaned down. All she could see was the loveseat and the inside of his mouth as he blocked her vision. Hot breath puffing against her face as his sandpaper tongue licked the tear off of her cheek. He hummed approvingly and spoke before he could think. “You taste too addictive for your own good. I’d be careful, Trinity. You don’t know which boys would eat you whole if they had the chance.” She gasped as he nibbled on her earlobe. It sent both of them over the edge. He grunts softly, painting her insides with another thick load of his seed. She squirms, whining brokenly. Melissa was too full to keep going like this. She moans as she wiggles, her belly bloating more and more. It felt tight to the touch, like a water balloon ready to burst. She tried to move, but she was barely able to, properly impaled on his cock. Fucked out, swollen and tired, all she could do was try to remember to breathe as he used her like a sex doll. She was loving every second of it, basking in the immense overstimulation. Riding the highs he pushed her to. He didn’t slow his pace down even after he came a second time. 

Raf shakes and jerks, hands squeezing her tightly as he pushes himself into his third orgasm. His lips part into a silent moan, rocking his torso back and forth. But she was packed to the brim. They both swore as he came for a final time, she clenched tightly and squeezed him with her pussy and limbs. He crushed her. Dropping all his weight on top of her as he steamrolled into her. Melissa bear hugged him tightly to her chest as she arched her back and moaned with pure pleasure, squirting all over his thighs. She shuddered, dragging herself off of his cock before they could instinctively go again. And he slumped back into the chair, his cock officially down for the count. His balls completely emptied. After a murmur of a thank you. It didn’t take long for him to fall asleep completely wiped out. 

She moaned softly watching him pass out, she couldn’t move for twenty minutes after her lap dance gone wild with Rafael. Her huge tummy shrunk down into a small bulge the size of her first. To the stranger walking by it just seemed like she had too much of something. In some way, they were right. As Rafael’s breathing evened out, she kissed him on the forehead and wrote her number in lipstick on his chest. She takes the money he set down on the counter for her. It was far more than she would’ve asked for even considering everything. Finally dressed and more than a little sore, she begins to walk out of the building with a soft limp. A tired smile decorated her face as her uber pulled in and brought her home. It was less than a half hour before she was back in her apartment. Her kettle boiling, and as she steeped a cup of chamomile tea she began taking off her makeup and petting her cat who greeted her not long after she came in. It took a few wet wipes, but she got her face cleaned up, the rest of her body would have to wait. She doubted she could stand again, she hummed in appreciation. 

Opening the fridge for the milk she pauses, noticing she has cherries in her fridge. Her gaze softens and she smiles warmly, grabbing the bag and filling a bowl of fresh fruit. With her chamomile with milk and honey, a bowl of cherries and her beloved kitty she settles into bed and gazes out her bedroom window. Endless thoughts contentedly swimming through her mind, it felt like the night was a dream…. Her panties remaining more than soaked left her knowing otherwise. But the whole thing seemed so different from the world she lived in. She knew more than anything, she’d have to do it again sometime very soon. Going past her comfort zones, there were thrills she never would’ve known had she not tried. Melissa knew for a fact as she sat there content, adventuring past her comfort zone would begin to be a regular thing. And hopefully she’d be seeing more of that sweetheart at the bar too.