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From: writerzblocked@aol.com (Writerzblocked)
Subject: {ASSM} {ASSD} RP "Lap Dance" WZB (MF, rom)
Date: Sat,  3 Nov 2001 17:10:07 -0500
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Copyright by Writerzblocked, 2001.  All rights, well, you know. Repost and
archive to your heart's content, just don't charge anyone for it or I'll have
to send Harry Long after you. You all know the rest of the drill by now.  I'm
not
big on headers and/or labels, so anyone reposting may feel free to add whatever
MF, MM, FF stuff they think is necessary.  


{Author's note:  This one is dedictated to my muse.  She knows who she is.  My
world will be a much sorrier place when she stops working her magic.}


LAP DANCE (MF) (rom)

"OK, Larry, you guys have fun," he said as he hung up the phone.

"Let me guess," she said, as she finished dusting off the last of his golf
trophies on the mantle," they're going over to Sapphire's again."

"Yeah," he shrugged as he fumbled with his tie and glanced at his watch.  "You
know Larry.  Gotta make it there before the two-for-one specials are over."

She tugged at the waist of her dusty T-shirt with one hand as shook the feather
duster in the ashcan with the other.  She wrinkled her nose.  "Cheapskate." 

He walked over to her and grabbed her around the waist from behind.  "Hey, as
many as he gets, he needs to save all the money he can.  Twenty bucks doesn't
go nearly as far as it used to."

"Oh," she said in mock indignation as she threw her head back into his
shoulder, "like it did when YOU used to go there with them?"  

He squeezed tighter. "Don't you mean, when WE used to go there with them?"

She put her hands on his wrists and slowly pulled his arms apart.  "Hey, for
educational purposes only," she smiled.  "And watch those sleeves, mister,
unless you want to be the one to take that suit to the dry cleaners. I'm
filthy."

He whispered in her ear as he withdrew.  "Only above the neck, darlin'.  Only
above the neck."

She walked towards the kitchen, then turned.  "You know, it's not too late to
catch them, if you really want to.  I won't mind."

He stretched his arms and yawned.  "Nah.  I'm beat.  I think I'll just pass out
in the comfy chair for a while," he said as he threw his jacket onto the sofa
and plopped down on the recliner. 

"Suit yourself," she smiled as she walked to the stereo and turned it on.  I'm
going to take a shower before I start dinner."

"Take your time," he mumbled as he closed his eyes and drifted off, despite the
fact that the volume on the stereo was a bit higher than he was used to. 

Sometime later, he awoke to the feeling of an arm around his neck.  "Hey,
Mister," came a voice in his ear.  "What you say I take you back in the corner
and abuse you with my body."

He slowly opened one eye. Then the other. Then he blinked twice, but when he
reached up to rub his eyes, her hand caught his and brought it up to her mouth.
 "I promise," she purred.  "It'll be the best twenty bucks you'll ever spend." 


She was sitting on one arm of the recliner, leaning provocatively on his
shoulder.  She was wearing an emerald green gown, split so far up the sides
that her green t-back was visible as she raised her left leg and gently laid it
across his lap.  

"If you wanna talk for a while, that's OK too, but I gotta make a living, you
know," she smiled as she brought her right hand up to play with her hair, which
was held up with a large golden dragon hairpin.  "It's been kinda slow tonight,
what with the playoffs and everything."  

He finally managed to clear the sleep from his eyes and attempted to take in
his surroundings, but found he just couldn't focus on anything other than those
green eyes and the smell of lilies.  He breathed deeply.

"Oh," she said with a toothy smile.  "Can't get enough of that body wash, can
you?  One of the best investments I ever made.  In this line of work, we gotta
take advantage of every little thing we can.  Lot of competition, you know." 
She started playing with his tie.

"None like me, though.  I give the BEST dances in the whole town."

He started to say something, but was interrupted by the sound of the DJ
announcing a song change.  Suddenly, she jumped from the recliner and stood
before him, looming over him, shaking all over.

"I LOVE this song.  C'mon, Mister, whataya say?"

Again, he looked up into those green eyes and all he could do was nod.

She grinned and lifted both hands to the straps of the gown, then turned her
back to his and proceeded to lower first the right strap, then the left. 
Bending down in front of him, she leaned back so her head was on the edge of
the recliner seat to give him a view as she slowly lowered the gown past her
breasts. Then she slowly rose on top of him, rubbing her back on his chest as
the gown came down past her waist to reveal the whole of the green t-back. 
Lowering herself onto his lap, she raised her legs one at a time, slowly
dragging the gown over one, then the other, finally lifting it up to his face
and draping it slowly about his neck.  Again, he breathed deeply, taking in the
floral aroma.

Slowly raising herself again, back still to his, she craned her neck back so it
laid on his left shoulder and whispered in his ear.  "Don't be shy, Mister. 
Enjoy," she said seductively as she grabbed his right hand in hers and brought
it up to her waist.  

Then she grabbed his left in hers and brought it gently to her thigh as she
rubbed her body up and down on his chest, nibbing his left ear as she
continued.  "Watch this."

With both his hands still in hers, she brought them over to her shoulders and
placed them there. Then she leaned forward, put her hands on his knees, and
began moving slowly in his lap, side to side, up and down, grinding to the beat
of the music, feeling him growing under her, smiling as she felt him respond,
finally moving his hands up and down her arms as she rocked back and forth
merrily on his lap.

After a few more moments of this, she slowly bent down on the floor, adjusted
her t-back, and turned around to face him.  Slowly she ran her hands on the
inside of his thighs, moving her body up between his legs and rubbing her
breasts, one then the other, over his crotch; all the time looking up at him
and smiling widely as their eyes locked.  Then, again, very slowly, she rose up
against his chest, raising her right leg to lie over his left and leaning her
head on his left shoulder.  Grinding her left leg slowly into his lap, over and
over again, she nibbled on his ear and continued to whisper.

"C'mon, don't be shy, Mister.  This is the best dance you're every gonna get.
Enjoy it."

Then she rose further above him and, cupping her left breast in her hand,
brought it to his mouth, letting out a slight sigh as he responded, slowly,
delicately, tickling her nipple with his tongue as she continued to move her
leg up and down his lap.  Then he moved his hands down and stroked her
buttocks, drawing a smile and halting giggle.

"That's more like, it, Mister.  Yeah. Just like that.  Now, you're learning..."

"err, thanks, I guess," he managed weakly between gasps of pleasure.   Then he
smiled knowingly.  "Uh, I'm kinda new at this...you're going to have to..."

"Sure," she interrupted as she caressed the back of his neck though the gown. 
And then she withdrew in front of him and turned her back to him once again. 
Leaning backwards, she laid her head on his right shoulder and brought his
hands to her breasts, all the while moving her butt vigorously in his lap.    

"A few house rules," she whispered as she licked his earlobe and moaned
slightly as he tweaked her nipples.  

"First," she said as she moved one of his hands to her neck, "you can touch as
high as possible..."

And moved his other hand to her thigh, "and as low as possible..."

Then she moved both her hands to cover her crotch, smiled wickedly, and
whispered as she continued grinding away, "so long as you leave possible
alone."

"If there's one thing the boss doesn't tolerate, it's the customers playing
around with the possibilities," she chuckled, and moved his hands back to her
breasts.

He smiled broadly at that, but not enough to forget where he was and what he
was doing.  His hands continued to manipulate her nipples as his tongue reached
out and found her neck.  

"Second, "she moaned, then after hesitating for several seconds as she caught
her breath, continued, "Mr. Happy has to stay in the pants."

"Awwww," he frowned and nibbled on her neck.  "Where's the fun in that?"  

She reached down and stroked the inside of his thigh as she continued to grind
her leg into his lap.  "Don't tell me Mr. Happy's not happy at the moment,
Mister," she replied as she grabbed a hand from her breast and plopped one of
his fingers in her mouth, moving it in and out obscenely. 

Of course, he had no answer for that.  

Letting out a soft laugh, she adjusted herself once more, rising off him and
turning back around to face him.  Her hands went first to her mouth, then to
his chest, as she slowly unbuttoned his shirt.  He raised his hands to her head
and started playing with her hair.  Then as her hands snaked under his shirt
and found his nipples, he closed his eyes and breathed in deeply.

His eyes still closed, he took in the sensation as she deftly circled his
nipples with the wetness from her fingers.  He continued to play with her hair
as he felt her rise up and down over Mr. Happy, not particularly caring which
part of her body she was using at the moment.  He was long past that now.  A
few moments later, she raised her face to his and he felt a warm breath on his
nostrils as he opened his eyes.  She lightly touched her lips to his, but drew
away before he could return the kiss.  Pleadingly, he looked back into her
eyes, but she was smiling and glancing down at his lap.  His eyes followed hers
and his mouth fell open when he noticed not only was his zipper down, but his
fly area was a gaping chasm, open for all to see.  Looking back at her in
amazement, he saw she was flexing her jaw back and forth.  Then she smiled and
mouthed silently.  

"Hey, Mister, I figured you for a boxers kinda guy."

His hand went to his mouth as he tried to stifle a laugh.  Not waiting to get
his reaction, she turned her back towards him and sat down on his lap and began
grinding once again.  His eyes closed and his hands once again found her hair. 
Slowly as she worked, he pulled the pin from her hair and felt it tumble over
his arms. 

Then the song ended. 

Immediately, the pressure on his lap vanished and his eyes flew open.  She was
reaching for her dress which had fallen beside him on the recliner.  

He looked at her with a strange mixture of puzzlement and frustration.  "What's
wrong?"

She shrugged as she started to step into the gown.  "I'm due to go on stage
next.  Then I gotta tip out the DJ and bartender.  But thanks for the dance,
Mister.  You really saved me."

He stood up straight and picked her and the gown up in one swift motion.  He
didn't even stop to turn off the stereo as he headed to the bedroom. 

"Hey, what gives?"  She giggled playfully.

"You and me and Mr. Happy have some REALLY serious possibilities to explore,"
he said as he closed the door behind them.



"Write what you want, how you want, and don't worry about the rest of the
world.  If you do it long enough, eventually they'll catch up."

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