Candice stood behind the gauze curtain. The baby spots behind her highlighted tonight's three punters, the bright lights making her invisible to them. She labelled them Hughie, Louie and Dewey. She had no desire to learn their real names, or anything else about them. Outside the club, they no more existed than did 'Candice'. On the left, Hughie was a regular. He was already aroused, if past form was anything to go by. He was an easy mark, content in just watching, for the most part. On the right was Dewey, who had been here a couple of times before. He would need a little more attention.
Louie, however, was new. She eyed him from the shadows. He was young, good looking and, if he could afford to enter the club, wealthy. Candice would enjoy tonight's tease.
The first bar of her music thundered through the small room.
Ta-da-de-da DUM!
"Gentleman, the Pussy Kat Klub has immense pleasure in introducing to you tonight ..."
On the sound system, Honey's voice was breathy and deep. She sounded as though she was desperate to get any one of the clients into bed and promise them anything, if only they would satisfy her itch. In reality, her name was Maureen and she was in all probability knitting something for her three-year-old.
Ta-da-de-da DUM!
"... The sexiest exotic dancer the world has ever known."
Ta-da-de-da DUM!
"Gentleman, I give you, for your <I>immense</I> pleasure ... "
Ta-da-de-da DUM!
" ... Candice!"
The music started its slow, seductive beat, lights at the back of the room snapped on and the curtain swept aside to reveal Candice, posing in her stage costume. Tonight she wore a lace-up bustier and a skimpy black thong, whose waistband was tied at each hip into a bow. She slowly surveyed the three men, sat in a semicircle, making sure she made eye contact with each one. It was important that they knew she was doing this for each one alone, despite the others there.
She strutted slowly up to Hughie, who already had his wrists resting on the arms of the chair. Candice pulled a scarf out of the top of her costume, sighing and half-closing her eyes as though the silk running between her breast and her bustier was the single most erotic sensation she had endured. With a knowing smile she tied Hughie's wrist to the armrest, repeating the manoeuvre for his right wrist.
She moved to Louie and pulled another one from her cleavage. She looked at the empty armrest, then raised an eyebrow expectantly at the young man. Hesitantly he placed his arm on the rest, and Candice tied the knot, ensuring it was not so tight his fingers would turn blue, but tight enough that he couldn't pull free.
"There's a good boy," she said quietly. "We wouldn't want you doing anything that could get either of us into trouble, would we."
She pulled another scarf out, and tied his other wrist. "Just relax, big boy." She made sure he saw her glance at his groin as she said this. She smiled. "Tonight is going to be very special."
She moved on to Dewey, and tied his wrists to the chair as well.
Satisfied, she walked into the centre of the semicircle and faced the helpless men. She pulled her bustier away from her chest and looked down her cleavage, affecting disappointment that there were no more scarves there to tie who knew what?
For a few bars she danced, swaying her hips with eyes closed, as though she were engrossed in the music, lost in the moment. Then she opened her eyes and looked at Hughie with a knowing smile. He grinned back, knowing what was coming. She stalked over to him and knelt in front of his chair. She ran her hands up his legs, her thumbs running along the inside of his thighs, looking deep into his eyes as she did so. If he grinned any wider, she thought, the top of his head would fall off. She looked down at his groin, undid his waist band and unzipped his fly.
Some girls left this till later in the act, but Candice liked to do it right at the start. Men were devious creatures. You couldn't really tell what they were feeling by looking at their face. They could look bored, but be drooling for your body, or whooping like a cartoon wolf, but be thinking of football. There was only one real indicator of whether they were turned on or not, and Candice liked to watch where the needle was on the gauge.
She pulled apart the trouser flaps and freed Hughie's penis. As she expected, it was already stiff. He was so easy. She looked up at Hughie and grinned, as though she were flattered that he would find her so sexy. With a wink, she stood up and walked up to the new boy, Louie.
She knelt before him and pushed apart his knees. As she ran her hands along the top of his thighs she felt the muscle underneath. "Ooh," she cooed, appreciatively. "Someone works out." It was probably true. His torso had a lean look to it. She wondered why he was here in the first place. He looked decent enough, and his body was a fit one. Surely he could pull at any nightclub. Perhaps this was a treat from friends, or an unofficial bonus from his boss. Or maybe he was good-looking, but suffered some horrible social problem, like accountancy or something.
Candice moved her hands further up, gently feeling his hips under her fingertips, probing with her thumbs the valleys between his inner thighs and his testicles. The bulge in his trousers looked very promising, and was definitely larger now than it had been.
She rose to her feet, her hands still on his hips, her nose inches from his. She knew, with her legs straight, bending over like this, the other two would be admiring her legs and backside. She smiled, feeling the power she had over the men just by standing there.
Then she abruptly stood up and walked over to Dewey. She grinned when she heard Louie groan behind her.
She repeated her routine of thigh stroking with Louie, but Dewey always needed a little more. She ran her palm over the bulge in the front of his trousers, slowly pressing it into his belly, as she leaned in close and breathed heavily into Dewey's ear. She was rewarded by a corresponding pressure back, as Dewey tried to grind his hips in time with the motion of her hand. She unzipped him and pulled his penis out, gently pulling on it a couple of times as she did so. He tried to grind faster, and she gave a gentle laugh, pulling her hand away and standing up. He would be back for more next month if she made him wait now.
She shimmied back to the centre of the semicircle and gave a little dance, moving her hands slowly over her body in time to the music. Then she slapped both hands to her cheeks in theatrical over-acting as she suddenly 'remembered' that Louie's trousers were still done up. She swayed up to him, knelt down and undid his trousers.
"Oh, you naughty boy!" she admonished. "You're wearing underwear! What sort of person comes here wearing underpants? Well, we can't have that. Come on, bum up."
As Louie lifted his backside off the chair Candice pulled his trousers and underwear down, over his firm thighs, past his knees and down to his ankles. As they cleared his penis it sprang up.
"Ooh, my, but you're a big boy," said Candice, stroking his hips and stomach, staring at his manhood from a few inches away. And it was true. Louie was not so large as to be a freak, but he was definitely larger than average. She gave him a wicked grin. "That's more than a mouthful."
She returned to her dance station, and started to sway to the music, letting her hands run over the line where her ribs met her flat stomach, gradually, oh, so slowly, letting her hands work their way upwards, letting them rest for a brief moment on her breasts before running her fingertip along the top edge of her bustier.
Catching each man's eye for several seconds at a time, she slowly pulled the bow at the top of the bustier and started to unlace the pink ribbon that criss-crossed the length of her bodice. There were perhaps a dozen lace holes for her to deal with, but Candice was in no hurry. The trio of clients were, but they had no choice but to wait for her to reveal herself in her own time. For a moment she toyed with the idea of lacing it back up again, just to see the frustration on their faces, but you could have too much of a good thing.
She pulled the ribbon through the bottom pair of eyelets and draped the ribbon over her shoulders. She walked slowly over to Hughie's chair. Leaning forward slightly she ran her hands between her thighs, holding the bustier in place by pressing her elbows in tight. This she thought of as her Marilyn Monroe pose, her arms forcing her breasts together, accentuating the cleavage, making the most of her assets. Then she stood up straight and slowly pulled the untied top apart. She held the garment wide, letting Hughie have a close view of her breasts, while it shielded the view from the others. She gave a little shimmy, to get them wobbling. Hughie licked his lips and Candice laughed. If she turned him on much more he would finish before her.
She dropped the top on the floor and slinked over to Louie. Standing a foot or so away from him she took the ribbon in both hands and threw the loop over Louie's head. Then she begun to twine the ribbon around her hands, each turn pulling her a little closer. Finally she stopped, and now as she turned the ribbon it pulled Louie's face closer and closer to her bosom. She leant down. Louie kissed her left nipple, open mouthed. She pulled back half an inch. Louie strained forward, and kissed it again. Candice pulled back ever so slightly again. Louie tried a third time, but could only manage a tongue tip. Candice moaned encouragingly. Sometimes it was nice to be teased just a little herself. She leant sideways, and offered up her right nipple to Louie's feather-light tongue. She felt a shiver run down her spine. Pulling sharply on the ribbon she leant hard into Louie's face, feeling his warm mouth suck on her breast, his tongue working the nipple. He was good. She could feel the blood engorging her swelling buds ....
Candice remembered what role she was playing, and pulled back, releasing one end of the ribbon. "Good boy," she said, encouragingly. "And good boys get little treats."
She pushed him hard in the chest, forcing him to lean back into the chair. She grasped his hard cock low at the base and slowly pulled her hand up its length, till her hand slid off the end. It was as hard as bone. She grasped the base again, slowly pulling up, enjoying the mixture of pleasure and frustration on the young man's face. Then, as she neared the end, she pumped hard half a dozen times, watching his expression change to pure pleasure.
Then suddenly she was walking towards Dewey. She grinned to herself at Louie's sudden groan of frustration behind her. Dewey was still enjoying the show, but he was almost at half mast. Candice suspected he did it deliberately, thinking of bus stations or political leaders to dampen his ardour, just so Candice would show him a little more attention. She would have to take steps to stop that.
She took both ends of the ribbon again, and made as if to throw it around the back of his neck, as she had done with Louie. But at the last moment she threw it short, into his lap. She looped the ribbon around the base of his turgid member three times, then tied the long ribbon into a tight bow. There was still several inches of ribbon left over. Candice took the ends of the bow and gently dangled them over Dewey's glans, tickling the helmet with the silk. He swiftly rose to the occasion. It always fascinated Candice how a man could turn floppy skin and flesh into something so hard and taut you would swear there was bone in there. The swelling of his cock made the ribbon tighter, which in turn kept it hard. It was a vicious circle, though not that vicious for Dewey, she suspected.
Candice returned to her station in the centre of the men and checked their status. They were all aroused, all wanting her, all three playing wild fantasies in their minds starring her, but none of them daring to blink for fear of missing the reality.
Candice danced again, running her hands across her exposed belly, swaying her hips, lolling her head from side to side as though she had forgotten that there was an audience, and she was dreaming her own fantasies. In truth, a fantasy had already half-formed there.
She let one hand drift gently upwards, until it was lightly brushing her breasts, teasing over her nipples. Then she opened her eyes and fixed her gaze on Louie. She cupped her left breast in her hand and lifted it up. At the same time she bent her head down, still keeping eye contact, slowly extended her tongue, and rolled it around the nipple Louie had so recently sucked. Her right hand slid over her stomach until the fingertips reached the top of her thong. Gently she toyed with the fabric, running her finger tips just a fraction of an inch below her panty line, as though she really wanted to play with herself, but was enjoying the anticipation too much.
Then she appeared to wake up, and sauntered over to Hughie. She lifted her foot and planted the stiletto on the seat, between Hughie's hastily-parted legs. She rested her hand on her knee, the slowly dragged it along the inside of her thigh. As she reached her thong she ran a finger along the border between the dark fabric and her white skin. She gave a saucy wink, then crossed to Louie.
She stood sideways to him, toying with the bow on her thong, then thrust her hip sideways at Louie. He needed no prompting. He grasped the end of the bow in his teeth. Candice slowly walked away, the bow untying as she did so. As the bow finally parted and Louie let go. Candice slapped her hand in place to stop the fabric from falling away. She then moved over to Dewey, and let him repeat the manoeuvre on the other side.
Hands on hips, holding the triangle of material in place, she regained her spot on the floor and faced away from the men. She let go of the strings, and the thong fell to the floor. She looked over shoulders, giving her 'whoops, aren't I naughty' look. She bent down to pick up the tiny triangle of material, keeping her knees straight, sliding her hands down the backs of her thighs, past the little hollows of her knees, down the calves forced into their best by her high heels, before picking up the thong. Holding it in her left hand, she ran her other hand over her tight ass, stoking the firm buttock. Then she extended her hand out to the side, and brought it back with a resounding slap on her buttock. She hoped there was only a suggestion of a ripple, enough to hint at the force, but so small the watchers had no doubt that her backside was muscle, enough to keep grinding and thrusting all night.
She straightened up. The music was reaching its final refrains. She had perhaps a minute left. Already the three girls had silently positioned themselves behind the men, ready for the finale of the men's entertainment. She looked over her right shoulder, twisting as though to turn and face the men. Then she appeared to change her mind, twisting to the left. Then right again, to and fro for several bars, teasing. Finally she spun around, holding the thong between finger and thumb in front of pussy. She teased it this way and that until the music played its final raunchy chord, and she flung it to one side.
The girls standing behind the men stepped forward. Candice caught the eye of Louie's attendant and gave a tiny shake of her head. The girl stepped back again. Candice stared into Louie's eyes as she stalked up to him. She leant low over him, resting her left hand on the back of his chair to support herself.
"Well, did you enjoy that?" she asked with a smile. Louie nodded his head. The poor dear didn't trust himself to speak. She pushed herself back a few inches and looked down at his stiff member. "Hmm, you certainly look like you did."
Louie started to blush. It was endearing, and Candice suddenly grabbed his chin with her right hand and kissed him hard on the mouth, forcing her tongue between his lips and into his dry mouth. She didn't kiss punters as a rule, but tonight she decided she was going to treat herself. She pushed his face to the side, rolling her face with his, so their cheeks pressed side by side.
"Look there," she whispered. A young naked woman was kneeling in front of Hughie, performing fellatio in long slow movements. Hughie's face was distorted in agonised ecstasy. He wouldn't last more than a few seconds longer, even though the woman was sucking so slowly.
"That's what makes this club special," she told him.
She turned his head the other way. The scene was similar, Dewey had lost his ribbon, and his woman was bouncing her head up and down in blurring speed, trying to counteract Dewey's delaying tactics. Even so, he would be finished in a minute or two.
"We only tease for so long. Sexual satisfaction is included in the entry fee. Now, Bunny here is an expert with her mouth. You won't have any complaints. But tonight I'm giving you a special opportunity. We want you to go away satisfied. Do you want Bunny to satisfy you, or would you like me?"
"You!" The word was almost shouted, out of his lips before Candice had finished speaking.
"Are you sure?" she asked. "Bunny is very good."
He nodded enthusiastically.
She stood up and turned to Bunny.
"Keep him as stiff as you can, but don't let him cum. After an hour, tie his hands behind his back and send him to my dressing room." She turned and walked back stage. She grinned as she heard Louie cry out, "An hour? No, please, I can't wait that long. Now, please take me now."
Bunny <I>was</I> good. She could bring him to just before the point of climax but no further all evening if asked. After an hour, he would be desperate for relief. And by the time Candice was satisfied, he would be begging for her to finish him.
Oh, how she would make him beg.
Louie, however, was new. She eyed him from the shadows. He was young, good looking and, if he could afford to enter the club, wealthy. Candice would enjoy tonight's tease.
The first bar of her music thundered through the small room.
Ta-da-de-da DUM!
"Gentleman, the Pussy Kat Klub has immense pleasure in introducing to you tonight ..."
On the sound system, Honey's voice was breathy and deep. She sounded as though she was desperate to get any one of the clients into bed and promise them anything, if only they would satisfy her itch. In reality, her name was Maureen and she was in all probability knitting something for her three-year-old.
Ta-da-de-da DUM!
"... The sexiest exotic dancer the world has ever known."
Ta-da-de-da DUM!
"Gentleman, I give you, for your <I>immense</I> pleasure ... "
Ta-da-de-da DUM!
" ... Candice!"
The music started its slow, seductive beat, lights at the back of the room snapped on and the curtain swept aside to reveal Candice, posing in her stage costume. Tonight she wore a lace-up bustier and a skimpy black thong, whose waistband was tied at each hip into a bow. She slowly surveyed the three men, sat in a semicircle, making sure she made eye contact with each one. It was important that they knew she was doing this for each one alone, despite the others there.
She strutted slowly up to Hughie, who already had his wrists resting on the arms of the chair. Candice pulled a scarf out of the top of her costume, sighing and half-closing her eyes as though the silk running between her breast and her bustier was the single most erotic sensation she had endured. With a knowing smile she tied Hughie's wrist to the armrest, repeating the manoeuvre for his right wrist.
She moved to Louie and pulled another one from her cleavage. She looked at the empty armrest, then raised an eyebrow expectantly at the young man. Hesitantly he placed his arm on the rest, and Candice tied the knot, ensuring it was not so tight his fingers would turn blue, but tight enough that he couldn't pull free.
"There's a good boy," she said quietly. "We wouldn't want you doing anything that could get either of us into trouble, would we."
She pulled another scarf out, and tied his other wrist. "Just relax, big boy." She made sure he saw her glance at his groin as she said this. She smiled. "Tonight is going to be very special."
She moved on to Dewey, and tied his wrists to the chair as well.
Satisfied, she walked into the centre of the semicircle and faced the helpless men. She pulled her bustier away from her chest and looked down her cleavage, affecting disappointment that there were no more scarves there to tie who knew what?
For a few bars she danced, swaying her hips with eyes closed, as though she were engrossed in the music, lost in the moment. Then she opened her eyes and looked at Hughie with a knowing smile. He grinned back, knowing what was coming. She stalked over to him and knelt in front of his chair. She ran her hands up his legs, her thumbs running along the inside of his thighs, looking deep into his eyes as she did so. If he grinned any wider, she thought, the top of his head would fall off. She looked down at his groin, undid his waist band and unzipped his fly.
Some girls left this till later in the act, but Candice liked to do it right at the start. Men were devious creatures. You couldn't really tell what they were feeling by looking at their face. They could look bored, but be drooling for your body, or whooping like a cartoon wolf, but be thinking of football. There was only one real indicator of whether they were turned on or not, and Candice liked to watch where the needle was on the gauge.
She pulled apart the trouser flaps and freed Hughie's penis. As she expected, it was already stiff. He was so easy. She looked up at Hughie and grinned, as though she were flattered that he would find her so sexy. With a wink, she stood up and walked up to the new boy, Louie.
She knelt before him and pushed apart his knees. As she ran her hands along the top of his thighs she felt the muscle underneath. "Ooh," she cooed, appreciatively. "Someone works out." It was probably true. His torso had a lean look to it. She wondered why he was here in the first place. He looked decent enough, and his body was a fit one. Surely he could pull at any nightclub. Perhaps this was a treat from friends, or an unofficial bonus from his boss. Or maybe he was good-looking, but suffered some horrible social problem, like accountancy or something.
Candice moved her hands further up, gently feeling his hips under her fingertips, probing with her thumbs the valleys between his inner thighs and his testicles. The bulge in his trousers looked very promising, and was definitely larger now than it had been.
She rose to her feet, her hands still on his hips, her nose inches from his. She knew, with her legs straight, bending over like this, the other two would be admiring her legs and backside. She smiled, feeling the power she had over the men just by standing there.
Then she abruptly stood up and walked over to Dewey. She grinned when she heard Louie groan behind her.
She repeated her routine of thigh stroking with Louie, but Dewey always needed a little more. She ran her palm over the bulge in the front of his trousers, slowly pressing it into his belly, as she leaned in close and breathed heavily into Dewey's ear. She was rewarded by a corresponding pressure back, as Dewey tried to grind his hips in time with the motion of her hand. She unzipped him and pulled his penis out, gently pulling on it a couple of times as she did so. He tried to grind faster, and she gave a gentle laugh, pulling her hand away and standing up. He would be back for more next month if she made him wait now.
She shimmied back to the centre of the semicircle and gave a little dance, moving her hands slowly over her body in time to the music. Then she slapped both hands to her cheeks in theatrical over-acting as she suddenly 'remembered' that Louie's trousers were still done up. She swayed up to him, knelt down and undid his trousers.
"Oh, you naughty boy!" she admonished. "You're wearing underwear! What sort of person comes here wearing underpants? Well, we can't have that. Come on, bum up."
As Louie lifted his backside off the chair Candice pulled his trousers and underwear down, over his firm thighs, past his knees and down to his ankles. As they cleared his penis it sprang up.
"Ooh, my, but you're a big boy," said Candice, stroking his hips and stomach, staring at his manhood from a few inches away. And it was true. Louie was not so large as to be a freak, but he was definitely larger than average. She gave him a wicked grin. "That's more than a mouthful."
She returned to her dance station, and started to sway to the music, letting her hands run over the line where her ribs met her flat stomach, gradually, oh, so slowly, letting her hands work their way upwards, letting them rest for a brief moment on her breasts before running her fingertip along the top edge of her bustier.
Catching each man's eye for several seconds at a time, she slowly pulled the bow at the top of the bustier and started to unlace the pink ribbon that criss-crossed the length of her bodice. There were perhaps a dozen lace holes for her to deal with, but Candice was in no hurry. The trio of clients were, but they had no choice but to wait for her to reveal herself in her own time. For a moment she toyed with the idea of lacing it back up again, just to see the frustration on their faces, but you could have too much of a good thing.
She pulled the ribbon through the bottom pair of eyelets and draped the ribbon over her shoulders. She walked slowly over to Hughie's chair. Leaning forward slightly she ran her hands between her thighs, holding the bustier in place by pressing her elbows in tight. This she thought of as her Marilyn Monroe pose, her arms forcing her breasts together, accentuating the cleavage, making the most of her assets. Then she stood up straight and slowly pulled the untied top apart. She held the garment wide, letting Hughie have a close view of her breasts, while it shielded the view from the others. She gave a little shimmy, to get them wobbling. Hughie licked his lips and Candice laughed. If she turned him on much more he would finish before her.
She dropped the top on the floor and slinked over to Louie. Standing a foot or so away from him she took the ribbon in both hands and threw the loop over Louie's head. Then she begun to twine the ribbon around her hands, each turn pulling her a little closer. Finally she stopped, and now as she turned the ribbon it pulled Louie's face closer and closer to her bosom. She leant down. Louie kissed her left nipple, open mouthed. She pulled back half an inch. Louie strained forward, and kissed it again. Candice pulled back ever so slightly again. Louie tried a third time, but could only manage a tongue tip. Candice moaned encouragingly. Sometimes it was nice to be teased just a little herself. She leant sideways, and offered up her right nipple to Louie's feather-light tongue. She felt a shiver run down her spine. Pulling sharply on the ribbon she leant hard into Louie's face, feeling his warm mouth suck on her breast, his tongue working the nipple. He was good. She could feel the blood engorging her swelling buds ....
Candice remembered what role she was playing, and pulled back, releasing one end of the ribbon. "Good boy," she said, encouragingly. "And good boys get little treats."
She pushed him hard in the chest, forcing him to lean back into the chair. She grasped his hard cock low at the base and slowly pulled her hand up its length, till her hand slid off the end. It was as hard as bone. She grasped the base again, slowly pulling up, enjoying the mixture of pleasure and frustration on the young man's face. Then, as she neared the end, she pumped hard half a dozen times, watching his expression change to pure pleasure.
Then suddenly she was walking towards Dewey. She grinned to herself at Louie's sudden groan of frustration behind her. Dewey was still enjoying the show, but he was almost at half mast. Candice suspected he did it deliberately, thinking of bus stations or political leaders to dampen his ardour, just so Candice would show him a little more attention. She would have to take steps to stop that.
She took both ends of the ribbon again, and made as if to throw it around the back of his neck, as she had done with Louie. But at the last moment she threw it short, into his lap. She looped the ribbon around the base of his turgid member three times, then tied the long ribbon into a tight bow. There was still several inches of ribbon left over. Candice took the ends of the bow and gently dangled them over Dewey's glans, tickling the helmet with the silk. He swiftly rose to the occasion. It always fascinated Candice how a man could turn floppy skin and flesh into something so hard and taut you would swear there was bone in there. The swelling of his cock made the ribbon tighter, which in turn kept it hard. It was a vicious circle, though not that vicious for Dewey, she suspected.
Candice returned to her station in the centre of the men and checked their status. They were all aroused, all wanting her, all three playing wild fantasies in their minds starring her, but none of them daring to blink for fear of missing the reality.
Candice danced again, running her hands across her exposed belly, swaying her hips, lolling her head from side to side as though she had forgotten that there was an audience, and she was dreaming her own fantasies. In truth, a fantasy had already half-formed there.
She let one hand drift gently upwards, until it was lightly brushing her breasts, teasing over her nipples. Then she opened her eyes and fixed her gaze on Louie. She cupped her left breast in her hand and lifted it up. At the same time she bent her head down, still keeping eye contact, slowly extended her tongue, and rolled it around the nipple Louie had so recently sucked. Her right hand slid over her stomach until the fingertips reached the top of her thong. Gently she toyed with the fabric, running her finger tips just a fraction of an inch below her panty line, as though she really wanted to play with herself, but was enjoying the anticipation too much.
Then she appeared to wake up, and sauntered over to Hughie. She lifted her foot and planted the stiletto on the seat, between Hughie's hastily-parted legs. She rested her hand on her knee, the slowly dragged it along the inside of her thigh. As she reached her thong she ran a finger along the border between the dark fabric and her white skin. She gave a saucy wink, then crossed to Louie.
She stood sideways to him, toying with the bow on her thong, then thrust her hip sideways at Louie. He needed no prompting. He grasped the end of the bow in his teeth. Candice slowly walked away, the bow untying as she did so. As the bow finally parted and Louie let go. Candice slapped her hand in place to stop the fabric from falling away. She then moved over to Dewey, and let him repeat the manoeuvre on the other side.
Hands on hips, holding the triangle of material in place, she regained her spot on the floor and faced away from the men. She let go of the strings, and the thong fell to the floor. She looked over shoulders, giving her 'whoops, aren't I naughty' look. She bent down to pick up the tiny triangle of material, keeping her knees straight, sliding her hands down the backs of her thighs, past the little hollows of her knees, down the calves forced into their best by her high heels, before picking up the thong. Holding it in her left hand, she ran her other hand over her tight ass, stoking the firm buttock. Then she extended her hand out to the side, and brought it back with a resounding slap on her buttock. She hoped there was only a suggestion of a ripple, enough to hint at the force, but so small the watchers had no doubt that her backside was muscle, enough to keep grinding and thrusting all night.
She straightened up. The music was reaching its final refrains. She had perhaps a minute left. Already the three girls had silently positioned themselves behind the men, ready for the finale of the men's entertainment. She looked over her right shoulder, twisting as though to turn and face the men. Then she appeared to change her mind, twisting to the left. Then right again, to and fro for several bars, teasing. Finally she spun around, holding the thong between finger and thumb in front of pussy. She teased it this way and that until the music played its final raunchy chord, and she flung it to one side.
The girls standing behind the men stepped forward. Candice caught the eye of Louie's attendant and gave a tiny shake of her head. The girl stepped back again. Candice stared into Louie's eyes as she stalked up to him. She leant low over him, resting her left hand on the back of his chair to support herself.
"Well, did you enjoy that?" she asked with a smile. Louie nodded his head. The poor dear didn't trust himself to speak. She pushed herself back a few inches and looked down at his stiff member. "Hmm, you certainly look like you did."
Louie started to blush. It was endearing, and Candice suddenly grabbed his chin with her right hand and kissed him hard on the mouth, forcing her tongue between his lips and into his dry mouth. She didn't kiss punters as a rule, but tonight she decided she was going to treat herself. She pushed his face to the side, rolling her face with his, so their cheeks pressed side by side.
"Look there," she whispered. A young naked woman was kneeling in front of Hughie, performing fellatio in long slow movements. Hughie's face was distorted in agonised ecstasy. He wouldn't last more than a few seconds longer, even though the woman was sucking so slowly.
"That's what makes this club special," she told him.
She turned his head the other way. The scene was similar, Dewey had lost his ribbon, and his woman was bouncing her head up and down in blurring speed, trying to counteract Dewey's delaying tactics. Even so, he would be finished in a minute or two.
"We only tease for so long. Sexual satisfaction is included in the entry fee. Now, Bunny here is an expert with her mouth. You won't have any complaints. But tonight I'm giving you a special opportunity. We want you to go away satisfied. Do you want Bunny to satisfy you, or would you like me?"
"You!" The word was almost shouted, out of his lips before Candice had finished speaking.
"Are you sure?" she asked. "Bunny is very good."
He nodded enthusiastically.
She stood up and turned to Bunny.
"Keep him as stiff as you can, but don't let him cum. After an hour, tie his hands behind his back and send him to my dressing room." She turned and walked back stage. She grinned as she heard Louie cry out, "An hour? No, please, I can't wait that long. Now, please take me now."
Bunny <I>was</I> good. She could bring him to just before the point of climax but no further all evening if asked. After an hour, he would be desperate for relief. And by the time Candice was satisfied, he would be begging for her to finish him.
Oh, how she would make him beg.