"Whipped" Part 2

"He's been here every night the last few weeks, giving you his moony eyes,
and ignoring the rest of us. You do know he has a reputation of being a
slut puppy don't you Emma?" Asked Cassie, her very good friend at The Pink
Pussy Cat who was lovingly stroked her pet python that lay in his pen.

Emma buckled her Mary Jane shoes that completed her naughty Catholic
schoolgirl costume. "Well of course I know he is… For now." She said and
returned her attentions back to her reflection in the dressing room mirror.

Emma tied little white bows on the end of her braids, fluffed up her thick
bangs, and sprayed her hair with hairspray. Emma offered the hairspray to
Cassie who in turn sprayed her short, platinum blonde hair heavily to which
made both women cough.

"So what you're telling me is that you're wanting him more for a
boyfriend?" Cassie rolled her eyes. "Does he know that you bust your ass by
going to school all day and dance all night for slobbering drunks just earn
a few measly bucks to pay for school?" Emma nodded to indicate that she
knew. "You're utterly insane girl. What do you two have in common?" Cassie
queried.

Emma giggled. "Besides the fact that we both fuck like animals?" But more
seriously said, "Do you know that every day he's sent me dozens of roses,
poetry books on Shakespearean sonnets and Japanese Senryus?"

"Sin what?" Cassie blinked at her, clueless. "So he's good in bed and
romantic too, big whoop. Give him a few weeks, he'll move on to blonder and
bigger titted things. Besides..." Cassie looked at her pointedly. "You know
you'll get bored with him."

"But you know what Cassie?" Emma said as she stood up. "I'm interested
enough to find out and I haven't been this curious and excited about a guy
since... Well, since never." Emma removed her panties and smoothed down her
skirt. "I feel like a lap dance, with my favorite customer."

"Emma... Naughty!" Cassie exclaimed as she picked up he python and placed
him on the back of her neck.

Emma left the dressing room back stage and out into the main area of the
club. She spotted him almost immediately. Dylan sat alone; he only watched
the past few weeks, and silently brooded, never paying attention to any
other dancer except her.

Dylan never spoke to her at the club, but he had called her every night
after she finished her work. They had long talks. He told her everything
about him. Where he grew up, that he had been in the Peace Corp for a few
years, and now he was going to medical school.

Emma decided he wasn't anything like the self-absorbed prick that she had
made a bet with weeks ago. He wasn't shallow in the least, in fact, quite
the opposite. Dylan was deep with many layers and Emma wanted to peel the
layers back and know what was inside.

Standing beside him, she said nothing, didn't even look at him. Emma picked
up the drink he had sitting on the table before him, sipped it and found
that the drink was just cherry cola. She smiled and drank the rest of his
drink.

"At least I know that you're not sitting here alone getting drunk." She
said glancing at him. His green eyes, the ones she found so intense and
sexy were now amiably amused. "See something you want?" She teased then
more seriously; she took his hand, and showed him that she wore no panties
beneath her skirt.

Dylan's cock grew harder as he felt her moist warmth. Harder, because he
already was aroused from the moment he saw her step out into the club just
seconds ago. He had changed his whole attitude toward women and sex upon
meeting Emma and he took the time to get to know her on a mental level
rather than his usual, physical, cursory once over.

Dylan felt her slick sex, slipped a finger inside of her, and tasted her
honey off his finger. "Are you wanting to dance on my lap little girl?" He
said, egging her on to do just that on his stiffened prick.

Emma smirked, glanced to the left then to the right. Satisfied, that no one
was paying attention to her, she unzipped his pants and took his cock out
of his boxers. Naughty, Dylan thought as she straddled his thighs. She left
enough space between her and him so that she could stroke him off and gave
him room enough to diddle her under her skirt.

Emma drizzled her spit on his prick and worked the head over with her palm,
mixing her spittle with his pre-cum. Dylan groaned in response as he dipped
his thumb into Emma. With his now wet thumb, he lightly stroked the base of
her clit until it was standing stiff as his own cock. He increased the
pressure of his strokes, inserted two fingers inside of her soaked pussy,
pumped is fingers up to his knuckles, and rubbed her clit with his thumb in
quick little circles. Emma squeezed his cock, pressed the inside of her
thighs to his outer, bit her bottom lip to stifle a moan, and he felt her
inner muscles rhythmically clench and release his fingers.

"In me, now." Emma heaved a sigh.

"Now? Here?" Dylan asked as he glanced around the room, but saw that every
guy's attention was on the stripper who humped a python on stage.

Dylan pulled Emma forward and onto his cock. She moved on him; ground her
pussy down, giving him optimum penetration. He loved the way she felt on
him, all slick and hot inside. He'd wanted her badly these last few weeks,
but he remained a gentleman, kept his distance so that he could learn. He
wanted to know her mind like he knew her body.

Underneath her skirt was where all the hot action was going on. Emma rose
up and down his cock as Dylan grabbed the top her thighs, shifted her
forward, and bucked his hips up to meet hers. All that anyone could see
were her flushing cheeks and that he had sweat dripping off him, which was
to be expected in a horny lap dance.

Dylan felt the wave roll out of him before he realized that he was peaking.
He shuddered, jet his hot jizz deep inside her, and started to groan much
too loudly. He pulled her forward to bury his face into her breast to
muffle his cry.

Having pulled himself together, he leaned back, and rested his head on the
wall behind him. Dylan lazily grinned at her. "Sorry, that was a weeks
worth of me holding back." He shifted slightly, feeling her fingers
explore.

"I can tell." She said, feeling her fingers slide around as his cum oozed
out of her onto him. "I guess we won't let that happen to you again." She
giggled.

"Make sure to thank the dancer with the snake as every one watched her
instead of you and me." He winked.

Emma grabbed a handful of cocktail napkins, mopped him up, and put the used
napkins inside his empty glass. "But of course." She smirked, nipped him on
the chin, and kissed his lips. "Back to real work for me, take me home with
you later and we can give that bet another go because I'm feeling lucky."
Emma said as she slipped off his lap and returned to her dressing room.

Dylan quickly tucked himself in and zipped up. He relaxed, sighed in
satisfaction and finally concluded that after all these years without being
in a real relationship that he was ready to be in one and sometimes there
was more than sex. If thinking that made him whipped than so be it.