James & Sarah in The Booth

He scanned the room…

He’d spent the last two hours doing just that. He wanted to be sure he picked the right girl, and now he could see her. Ironically, she was the first girl he’d seen as he walked into the club. He smiled at the thought of time wasted.

She was stunning. Her long blonde dreadlocks fell down her back, partially obscuring a beautifully drawn tattoo of a dragon that filled the pale white canvas it adorned. Her pert breasts were covered by only a black lacy bra, while the mound of her perfectly round arse was hidden under an impossibly short plaid skirt, chequered in pink and black. She wore long fingerless gloves in the same pattern, and matching thigh high sock, that revealed enough skin between them and the bottom of her skirt to drive his imagination wild.

He watched her for a moment, talking and laughing. He knew she was the one for him. The only girl he was interested in. He walked across the room to her and smiled shyly as her eyes met his.

“May I have this dance?” He asked, with a slight tremble in his voice. He was nervous; he hoped she hadn’t noticed with the din of the music around them.

She laughed lightly and smiled widely… “Of course,” She replied, and took his hand.

She led him to a dark corner of the club where she drew back a curtain to reveal a long thin corridor. Following her down it, he saw that all along it on both sides were more curtains, obviously leading off into other rooms. They walked to the furthest end of the corridor to an open curtain, and she guided him into the small booth beyond. It was perfectly square, dimly lit, and covered with mirrors on all sides except the entrance with the curtain. She pulled it shut behind them.

“We’re totally alone,” She said grinning. “Are you always this polite when asking for a lap dance?”

He blushed. “It’s my first time,” He replied, coyly.

Her smile got even wider and she sidled forward until her body was pressed against his… His cock got stiff immediately. She let out a little laugh. She’d obviously felt the bulge in his pants throb against her hip.

“Then I’ll be sure to make it extra special sweetheart,” She said, as quietly as the music would allow. She breathed heavily on his neck and her scent filled his nostrils. He couldn’t help it, he had to close his eyes and get a grip. He knew the club had a very strict no touching policy.
She pushed him backwards onto the loveseat buried away in the corner and knelt in front of him. Staring into his eyes she spread his legs wide and positioned herself between them. She leant forward, pressing her breasts against his throbbing jeans and pursed her lips.

“It’s twenty quid for a standard dance, that’s one song and fully nude. Forty for three songs, and seventy for eight songs,” She leaned closer, and whispered in his ear, “The longer we go, the hornier it gets.” Then she kissed his cheek and stood up.

Rummaging in his pocket he removed his wallet and took out his money. He counted it… Sixty pounds. Dammit, he thought.

“Well,” He sighed, “I guess it’s forty… I only have sixty.”

“I tell you what,” She said, removing one of her shoes, revealing herself to be much shorter than he had originally thought, “How about I give you a discount? As it’s you first time. Sixty pounds for the full forty minutes.”

He smiled, a great big smile that showed off all his teeth, “That would be great! The perfect birthday present!”

“It’s your birthday as well!? How old?” She asked, happily.

“I’m twenty-five today,” He replied, smiling back.

“Then you’re definitely in for a treat darlin’. I’ll make sure of it.” She said, devilishly.

Removing her final shoe, she kicked them to the other corner of the room and stood in front of him.