Girlfriend Lap Dance Novels & Stories

It gives me the hives. A girl stops in front of me, looking no older than sixteen, pressing her naked breasts into my chest. "Want a lap dance handsome?" "No thanks." I step past her and make my way to the back where I know the owner, Fabiano, is most likely getting sucked off by one of his girls. A classy establishment this is.

In here, baby girl, I never finished what I started earlier. I smile at his message. Before going in, I get changed, putting the dress on I got from the shop. Strapping on shoes, I walk through, his eyes fixed on the laptop, which is great. It gives me a chance to walk around the desk before he notices what I am wearing. His hands stop when he does, his eyes looking along my legs. "What are you doing, baby girl?" I smile, seeing his trousers straining around his bulge. "Giving my daddy a naughty lap dance." I pick up his phone and put on music, slowly swinging my hips and dancing on him. My hands move to lift the dress, and he stops me.

Nothing. I walk down to the dance floor and Abbey has her back turned to me, I move closer and her friend sees me and she grins moving away giving space for me, I put both my hands on Abbey’s hips and she starts moving her ass against my crotch. I am rock hard while she moves her ass, she rests her head aback against my shoulder and I bend down kissing her neck lightly. She puts her hands on top of mine while we dance together as one. God this woman will be the death of me. I can see several pairs of eyes on us, especially girls looking at her as if she was just my meal of the night. I wish she was, maybe I can do this?

The lap dance was another thing she’d seen on some movie and reenacting it for him was making her feel erotic. His hands reached out to grip her hips. She turned back to look at him and smiled. The beast was unleashed. He stood up behind her, his erection pressing against her as she swayed her hips, bending down to reach her toes, his hands holding her against him as he ground against her. “Lana,” he groaned her name. She pushed back against him, giving him permission, begging for him to take her.

"Without the contribution points from finding that supermarket, do you think Janice could afford to buy you steaks or a suit, Chad? You're eating my food and drinking my water, yet you tried to trick me? This world…" "Enough!" Janice, furious for getting exposed, cut me off. "Devin, I'm sorry," Chad quickly apologized, "It's all my fault…" "It's not your fault. There's no need for you to apologize to him," Janice's expression changed dramatically. "Volunteers, there's an ordinary person here. Hurry up and do your job!" Janice, oh Janice, even if I'm not your boyfriend anymore, I've made a significant contribution to the team in the past. Yet, to please your childhood friend, you're burning b

"Um... I'm sorry to interrupt." I turned around to see a girl from my first-period class, Evayne, standing there. The Black girl wore a white ribbon. She was a good girl in a purple dress that had puffy sleeves that barely covered her upper arms and just a hint of cleavage with the scoop neckline. She was squirming there. "Yeah?" I asked. "Um, can you teach me how to give my boyfriend a lap dance?" She pointed to Will. He was the point guard on the college's basketball team, a tall and lanky Black guy with a soul patch on his chin.

I dragged her along into one of the VIP sections and sat in one of the chairs, my legs spread out. She stared at me, confused. I laughed. “A lap dance.” “A what?” “You heard me. Or are you scared, scared you'll want me even more?” “Shut up.” “Make me.” She breathed deeply. “Okay then.” Her eyes locked onto mine, as if daring me to look away, I didn't. “One rule though,” she said. “Don't touch.” A smirk tugged at my lips. “Okay. Second rule?” “There's no second rule.”

The offer of money for payment to pose as his girlfriend—with the possibility of doing what girlfriends and boyfriends do behind a closed door and most of all, the possibility of a marriage contract should they had to—was like a splash of cold water to the face. And that was the reason behind the exorbitant fee he was offering me. That wasn’t even the end of it. The fees mentioned were just for the girlfriend job. There’s going to be a million US dollars for the marriage contact, subject to change depending on what difficulties we might find hard to work out if we do get married. “You are not being paid to prostitute yourself, Gia,” he said last night in a somber tone, though it still had me

Even though what he was saying was normal, I have a feeling that it was all lewd and dirty things, my body couldn't stop getting more and more aroused. "There's something about you that..." he trailed off whilst staring at me and suddenly changed his tone "I usually don't tell people my name but you are special so... I'm Denzel and I need a lap dance, can you do that?" he said and rested his arms above the headrest of the seat. I gulped, stopped up, and changed to the best attire for it. With the best music for the dance starting I also began, my body moving as if it was wind. Every shift and exposure of my legs would make them glisten as the room light would shine on them. As I was dancing,

She certainly looks like a cheap whore with that outfit that could very well be a signpost on her forehead saying, “Please Fuck me!” She swayed her body to the sound of the slow music playing in the background, dancing so seductively that I felt my dick rising once more, and this time, I don’t think it can be appeased by a mere stripper or even Cameron, my supposed girlfriend. It’s only Valerie Keller that can undo what she has done to me. She knows exactly what she is doing, I can see her lancing my way every often. She is making it look like she is dancing for her man, but in reality, she is only trying to get a reaction out of me. I tried so hard to ignore her, trust me I really did, then