Chapter 4

Moments later, Brad's hand relaxed from her hip, exhausted and full as the final orgasm overwhelmed him. Sahara was still on her body, comfortable and still. His tongue stuck out and drew a loop around his neck.

"Do you like to dance, Brad?" she spoke softly as he lay there, panting.

He nodded, not really able to say words or sentences coherently.

"And that's the dance you'll remember for the rest of your life, isn't it?" she asked.

He could hear the malice in his voice with a hint of smugness for a job well done.

He nodded.

"F... damn it," he stammered a moment later. Unbelievable. "

She kissed him on the cheek, a kiss that was surprisingly gentle and tender, her right hand raised to hold it in place." My joy," she whispered.

Brad felt her shift her weight as if she were about to stand up and her hands clasped her hips.

"Don't go. "

" I have to get dressed, Brad," she said, smiling at him.

She swings her hips to the side.

"Also, I think you might need to clean up."

She kisses him on the cheek again, a gesture of untying that brings him affection as he reminds Brad that the dance is over. This time, when she shifted her weight to sit up, he let her go, feeling her sit up straight on his lap, her back to him.

Brad realized that the inside of his pants was full of semen and that they were cooling rapidly. She is right. He needed to go clean up and, with a sigh of regret, he accepted that the dance was over. “You're a damn good dancer, Sahara,” he said, watching her bend down to pick up her panties and bra.

She shook her hips toward him, giving him a physical response rather than a verbal one that he probably wouldn't hear. He takes it as a sign that she's pleased with his compliment and when she slips her panties around his ankles, he pulls 20 more from his pocket.

Sahara stood up, leaned back and pulled her panties over her legs. This was the first look Brad got of her ass and behind her pussy and it made him lick his lips. She sat up as she put her silver lace black panties back in place, adjusted them over her hips, then she turned around and sat on her right lap.

“Here,” Brad said, picking up a 20 and handing it to him. “The best dance I've ever had. If I could give you a hundred dollars, I would, and you still deserve a tip.

"You're not nice," she said and kissed him briefly on the lips. “Thanks, Brad.

Sahara puts the bra back on with a quick, practiced movement, tying it up, then running her fingers quickly through her hair, lifting it into place.

"Shall we go?" she asked, standing up and holding out her hand for Brad to help him up.

He smiled, took her hand, and stood up, feeling a slight shake for a moment that made her laugh. Chapter

"Knees shaking?" she asked.

Brad nodded.

"I told you you were very nice."

"Oh, I know I'm fine," she said with a smug smile. “Honestly, I don't usually get excited about lap dancing, but there's something about you.

Brad smiles, but he knows it's a line. He said nothing more, but let her lead him from the cabin and through the beaded curtain into the main room.

She stopped and gave him another kiss on the cheek and whispered, "Thanks for the dance, big boy," and she was gone.

Brad watches his friends, watching a dancer on the main stage acrobatics naked with her thighs tight around a steel pole, and smiling, he goes to the bathroom.

Brad, Ed and Casey go to Club Boca, just line up. Time flies as Casey keeps reminding Ed not to be a fool and Ed keeps asking Brad about taking turns. Since showering in the club bathroom, Brad hasn't said a word to his friends. He also threw his shorts in the toilet trash and is now on the commandos. There's no way he'd tell this story to Ed.

A little after noon, they were admitted to Club Boca, a large place centered on dancing and drinking, with DJs playing a mix of traditional dance and Latin house music, and Brad immediately caught on. cool, comfortable feeling of the place. Ed and Casey go to the bar when Brad goes looking for the girls. The boys caught up with him as soon as he spotted them, so the three of them walked over to the girls.

"Hey," Brad smirked as he approached Julie.

"Hi Brad," she said, smiling back. "So you did that?" We think you will not express yourself.

Brad smiles, knowing that Sahara isn't Julie, but her resemblance is terrifying. Realizing he hadn't answered her yet, he smirked.

"Yes, we were stuck in the outer row. However, here now."

"Nice to hear that," Julie replied, urging him on.

"Hey, do you want to dance?"

"Of course."

Brad followed her to the dance floor and took the opportunity to check on her. He really likes the black mini skirt and boots and the black and white crop top she is wearing really shows off her personality. Once on the dance floor, Brad walked away. He still loves to dance, especially in clubs, and when a lot of his friends have gone through that phase where they think dancing is "gay" Brad can dance with most. Hot girl in his school. Now that he's twenty, he feels at home on the dance floor.

While they were enjoying the music, Brad noticed a strange guy watching Julie from time to time. He noted that she looked really hot, and he liked the way she continued to look at him. Despite his earlier explosive orgasms at the strip club, he could still feel the heat in his stomach. After about fifteen minutes on the floor, where they were briefly joined by Casey and Margarita, they stopped for a drink. Brad took some stools for them to look at the dance floor and they sat down.

"So what did you do tonight?" Brad asked.

"Oh, you know. This and that," she smirked. "Four girls in town."

"I can imagine," he laughs. "A lot of teasing and flirting?" "

" A little," she replied, smiling. "Drink a little, dance a little."

"Good things."

He took a sip of his beer and, after offering Julie another, he We went down to the bar and got everyone a drink. When we got back, Ed told them all about the strip club they had been at