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What's Your Fantasy	By : Beaverhausen13 Category: 1 through F > Friday the 13th: The Series Views: 593 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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An hour and a half later, we’re all parked at a table in our party dresses (well, Andre in a silk shirt and crisply ironed slacks) at Peelers, a full nudity burlesque club that apparently is very exclusive.
So of course, Quiara got us all right in and at the best table, “You need to see how this is *really* done, little dove.” She tells me, sipping on her Sex on the Beach, “And this place is perf for what you’re going for.”
Well, she’s not wrong. All of the strippers are fully costumed to start off with, running the gamut of different characters. Currently, there’s a blonde nurse onstage undulating to Prince’s Kiss and ever so slowly removing pieces of her costume, tossing them flirtatiously at her drooling audience. I sip on my own drink and observe her carefully, taking mental notes on the fashion in which she’s removing her clothing.
“Oh my god. Are you three seeing Tom Selleck’s clone over there?” Evie breaks me out of my study session, pointing to a good-looking guy two tables over with dark hair and a thick mustache.
“Ooh, he’s a hunka-hunka burnin’ man.” Andre acknowledges, “But don’t you have a ring, Miss Evie?”
“Fuck that no-good cheating son of a bitch.” Evelyn practically spits out as she slams her drink, “This one looks like he works with his hands. I’m going to go over and say hi.”
My head spins with how fast she leaves for her target.
“And we’ve lost one.” Quiara chuckles.
“I’m sorry Quiara.” I can’t help but apologize for Evie’s abandonment.
“I’m not. Let her get her revenge fuck if she needs it. The woman is in serious pain right now. She’s trying to keep it cool, but I can see it. Ben cut her deep. I hold no ill will if she needs to ditch us for the night. She’ll be back.” Quiara casually explains.
“You’re such an understanding friend, Pet.” Andre tells her.
“I know. Ooh, Dre, champagne room? What’s our best bet here?”
“Champagne room is certainly best for a tutorial,” Andre agrees, scanning the club, “But I’m not seeing any schoolgirls milling about at the moment.”
It’s like they’re talking in code, “Champagne room?” I ask, furrowing my brow.
“I’m getting you a private dance. So you can see up close how a pro does it.” Quiara laughs at my innocence, “How are you your age and not know what the champagne room is?”
“Maybe because this is my first time in a strip club.” I say defensively.
“Oh, baby doll. You are so adorable.” Quiara pinches my cheek.
“The definitive Disney princess.” Andre laughs, “Too cute for words.”
A waitress in a tight white button-down shirt and black miniskirt approaches the table, “Good to see you again, Miss Carleton.” She greets Quiara.
“Hey Lil. I want to start off with your most expensive bottle of champagne for my sister Micki, here.” Quiara tells her, “Ooh, any schoolgirls tonight?”
“Pru’s about to go on in fifteen, I think.” Lil responds.
“Have her meet us in the champagne room and I’ll make it worth both your whiles.”
“Right away, Miss Carleton. I’ll tap you when we’re ready to lead you back.”
Such a fuss for a little private striptease. I wonder how Ryan’s preparing for our little fantasy foray? I wasn’t very specific, but I get a sharp twinge in my center thinking about in what ways he’ll dominate me. I figured I’d leave it up to him. And from what I know about him regarding intimate matters, I won’t be disappointed. Granted, he could breathe on me right now and I would come aggressively. I wish he was here. The idea of being in a strip club with Ryan makes me tingle in my toes.
I just want to make this good for him.
The nurse has left the stage, replaced by a stripper dressed as Elvira, Mistress of the Dark, dancing to Spooky by Dusty Springfield.
I’m watching her intently as Lil approaches our table, “Everything’s ready for you. Follow me, please.”
Andre, Quiara, and myself are led to a door at the end of a hallway in the back of the main club, guarded by a giant of a man with a stern look on his face. He IDs all of us and accepts Quiara’s Gold card wordlessly before clearing his throat, “Hands off the dancer. No touching or you get the boot, understood?”
“You don’t have to tell us, Vince. This obvs is not my first rodeo.” Quiara rolls her eyes.
“Yes I do. It’s business, kid. But I know you. You’ll behave. So get in there and enjoy yourselves.”
Andre gives Vince a smirking salute as he opens the door and ushers us into the champagne room, a square space painted top to bottom in black with plush red furniture scattered through the large but intimate space. There’s a lone straight backed hardwood chair in the center of the room, which we sidestep as we make our way to the plush red couch and glass coffee table. We land on the couch as a door opens from the far left end of the room and a pigtailed, raven haired stripper in a red tartan schoolgirl uniform emerges with a bucket holding a champagne bottle and three long stemmed glasses on a tray already filled with sparkling liquid. She sashays effortlessly over to us, in spite of her hands being rather full.
“What do we have here?” She purrs seductively, setting the champagne bucket on the coffee table and handing us each a glass from the tray, surveying us carefully.
“So here’s the scene, gorgeous,” Quiara starts, “My sissy here is going to rock a striptease for her new boy toy, but the innocent little dear needs to see how it’s really done. That’s where you come in. Pru, right? I’m Quiara, this is my sister Micki, and my everything Andre.”
“Sounds adorable.” Pru smiles, looking me up and down, “So *she’s* the lap dance?” she asks.
“Your target is in your sights, girlie.” Andre confirms, sipping his champagne, “Cristal?”
Pru gives a slight nod, “Any requests?”
“Do you have Rebel Yell?” Quiara asks.
“Hell yes, I do. The clients usually *love* that one.” Pru tells us, making her way to a wall panel and revealing a hidden stereo system and container of tapes. She pops in the tape and the song begins to blare as she immediately starts rolling her body. Pru makes her way to me, taking me by the hand as she dances around me temptingly and leads me to the straight-backed chair in the center of the room. She gets me seated and dances in front of me, rolling her hips in slow circles as she slinks slowly out of the red tartan jacket of her uniform. “You’ve never done this before, Angel?” She questions as she leans in to me and rolls her torso, not touching but hovering dangerously close.
“No.” I manage to say as she begins to work on the buttons of her vest at a snail’s pace, undulating and taking her time. “I’m doing this for my boyfriend, but to do that, I need to know what I’m doing in the first place.” I tell her, feeling red creep into my cheeks.
“How refreshing you are.” She purrs at me, slipping her arms out of her vest and running the fabric teasingly across my lap, “So much better than the average skeeve, let me tell you. The first thing to keep in mind is to allow yourself to feel sexy. Don’t be afraid to touch on yourself.” Her hands tease down her shoulders and torso over her short sleeved white blouse. “Always remove your clothes at the slowest pace possible; take pleasure in taking your sweet time about it. The tease is *everything*” Pru hovers over my lap in a straddle and works carefully at the buttons on her blouse. She’s grinding her hips in the air above mine, slowly back and forth as her top opens and slips tantalizingly off her shoulders, falling in a puddle onto my shoes. “Move like you’re fucking him, but don’t let him touch you.” She backs away from me with a flirty body roll, her hands caressing her lower back and moving to the button on the back of her pleated red skirt, bending her knees to dip low to the ground as her fingers release the button and slowly work the zipper down, the skirt slipping off her hips and revealing white cotton panties as she slinks her way back up and does another torso roll that radiates into her hips, shooting me a grin that’s pure seduction, “Feel like Sesame Street there, beautiful? You smelling what I’m stepping in?”
I nod, “This is all very informative.”
I hear snickering behind me and turn to see Andre and Quiara indulging in the bottle of Cristal and snuggling comfortably together on the couch, “She’s killing it for you, Princess.” Andre laughs, “I hope you’re taking good notes.”
“Word ‘em up, Dre darling.” Quiara giggles as she empties her glass in one swallow, “I love you, sissy!” she yells at me.
“Red, pay attention.” Pru says sharply, forcing me to turn my focus back to her instructions.
I really hope Ryan likes what I’ve been learning, because I sure am. Pru looks so very powerful. I’m sort of looking forward to that feeling myself. Jesus Christ, I can’t wait to get home.
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