Girlfriend Lap Dance Novels & Stories

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

I brush my fingers over his shoulder as I walk around him, almost pulling back from the tiny electric zaps I get when I touch him. One lap should be enough. Isn't it? Screw it. This is for me. Not him. Who cares if it's enough? Going back to stand in front of him, I realize he's widened his legs. Without thinking, I step between them, shaking my ass in his face in what I think is a sexy move. I probably look like a monkey trying to shove my butt back into him but again, this is for me. Giving a lap dance is number nine on my bucket list so I had to do it. Even if I'm bad at it. My hips are still moving when I feel his hand on the back of my thigh. I freeze, wondering if they're supposed to t

My breath caught. She let out a wild, happy laugh and crawled toward the man in the wolf mask. She pulled down his trousers. I watched, my skin heating, as she took him into her mouth. The wet sounds filled the quiet library. He groaned, his hands fisting in her hair. I felt a strange pull low in my belly, a mix of shock and a dark, curious thrill. Another girl was told to give a lap dance. She chose a man in a suit and moved against him for a full song, her hips grinding in slow, deliberate circles. He watched her, his hands resting on his knees, his knuckles white.

The bitch replies. “Do you mean the injury? That’s the thing, she doesn’t have to stand while dancing . . .” “What?” we all asked in unison. I don’t have to stand? Then what am I going to do? “A lap dance.” She murmurs, rubbing her neck. I instantly inhale a huge amount of breath as I stare wide-eyed at her. The words not registering in my head. “He wants her to do a lap dance.” she repeats. “What? No! I’m not fucking done with her. Who is it anyway?” The Mayor’s daughter snapped.

One particularly seductive dancer caught the eye of Logan, who sat there, seemingly disinterested in the provocative display. As the stripper approached Logan, swaying her hips with a sensual allure, she positioned herself on his lap, initiating a lap dance that teased and enticed. Her movements were mesmerizing as she ground her posterior against his bulge, eliciting a reaction from him. Unexpectedly, Logan reached out, gripping her hips and effortlessly lifting her away from his lap.

ZAYNE’S POV ****************** With my heart at cloud-nine, and a never-ending grin, I was with Kieran. In his strip club, as this man had nowhere else to be at. We were in the VIP lounge, a dancer was giving this fuckboy a lap dance. His hand printed on her ass, gripping it while I had to keep my eyes locked on the table. Suddenly, the tables were ‘very’ intriguing. “How does it feel, Bro?” “Hmm?”

her friend stated as he eyed me up and down. The laugh that erupted from my chest was undeniable. I just couldn't help myself. Her friend was probably a gay. "If I dance with you, do you think you could get your little girlfriend here to join us?" I stared at Lynn, challenging her. There was no way she couldn't feel this electrifying chemistry between us right now. It was palpable. I wanted her to have just a night with me then show her what she has been missing. She wasn't easy though but I knew it that she will be moaning my name at the end.

"Just be you! Maybe he will be interested in people who have a positive energy like you?" "Definitely no!" "Why not? A man with a few words like him perfectly for a girl like you!" Dove believed a man who is cool as a cucumber would go crazy for a naughty girl. Clara has this mysterious charm that makes any man fall in love. She's humorous and shines like a star. The difference between them is a key to making them into each other. "May I try to be a shy girl?" Clara said. Clara wanted to act like an innocent girl. She wanted to swear pink and have thick glasses. Maybe she chose a "nerdy" look. She is girl shy outside, and a good bed is the best.

he smiles which only makes me smile, I did have a great time when I wasn’t terrified. “As long as I can take my boys with me” I smile looking down at Peter than at Austin again, he pulls me closer smiling down at me. “We’re not going anywhere” he smiles looking down at me, I smile back before taking a look around us. “I can’t believe all this has happened because I agreed to play The Step In Girlfriend, but I wouldn’t change it for the world” I smile looking up at him again, he winks leaning down and placing a king kiss on my lips.