FIVE

“Raven.”

“Yes Mistress?”

Cate stopped dancing and turned in Raven’s arms.  Her partner’s lips curved into a sultry pout as her hands slid from Cate’s naked breasts with the movement.  They slithered down Cate’s body to rest gently on the curve of her waist.

Cate’s hands circled around Raven’s middle as she gave the exotic dancer a meaningful look.  Raven’s mouth curled into a wicked smirk of understanding.  

Pulling Cate’s hips hard against hers, Raven leaned close to her sexy female client.  She growled softly as her bare breasts pressed against Cate’s.  With a sideways glance at Jon, Raven brushed her lips across Cate’s in an erotic whisper of a kiss.

She felt Cate’s body dip slightly in her grasp as her knees almost buckled.  Raven chuckled softly and gave Cate a demure smile, her long lashes fluttering as she dropped her chin.

Cate drew in a deep breath, trying to calm her racing pulse.  She was so turned on by this little game that she could hardly breathe.  When she looked at Jon she felt another wave of lust slam into her, almost overwhelming her. 

She could hear his ragged breathing over the music.  His chest was heaving, shining with perspiration in the deep vee of his unbuttoned shirt.   His lips were parted and his eyes gleamed almost supernaturally from beneath his dark wig.  His hands were balled into fists on his thighs, flanking the hard mound on his lap.

“Raven,” Cate rasped again, unable to tear her gaze from Jon.  “Thank you.  Your services will no longer be required this evening.”

Raven felt a stab of disappointment.  She had known that eventually she would be dismissed from the Lounge, but she didn’t count on enjoying herself so thoroughly with this couple.  Given the unexpected level of participation her female client had shown, Raven was a bit surprised she wasn’t being invited to join Cate and Jon in a ménage a trois. 

But then again, despite her enthusiastic performance it was obvious this couple had eyes only for each other.  That observation made Raven smile. 

“Yes, Mistress.  As you wish.”  She hoped her voice sounded sexy and subservient, not crestfallen. 

Cate swallowed hard and turned her eyes back to Raven.  She gave the dancer a weak smile.  “Thank you so much,” she repeated quietly.  She withdrew a hand from Raven’s waist and tucked two fingers into the tiny pocket at the waist of her leather mini.  Extracting a folded stack of bills, she offered the tip to her accomplice.  “You have more than earned this.”

Raven gasped softly with surprise.  Cate had already tipped her very generously, prior to their session.  She didn’t expect an additional reward for her services.  But she certainly wasn’t going to refuse a couple hundred extra bucks. 

Her ruby lips curved up into a sly smile.  “You are as generous as you are beautiful.”  Raven flicked a glance at Jon before leaning away from Cate, just enough for her client to understand her meaning.

Cate chuckled wickedly at Raven’s final tease.  She couldn’t resist upping the ante just a tiny bit more, to give Jon one final naughty vision before she pounced on him. 

Keeping the bills clamped daintily between her index and middle finger, Cate pushed at Raven’s almost-bare hips, urging her to turn toward Jon.  As the dancer revolved Cate slipped behind her, her left hand sliding up Raven’s side to cup over her breast. 

Her eyes glittering almost black with arousal, Cate smirked at Jon, who was staring slack-jawed at the duo.  Her gaze locking with her husband’s, Cate lowered her mouth against Raven’s skin.  Her tongue slipped from between her scarlet lips and traced the graceful curve of the exotic beauty’s neck.  Jon groaned in response, his knuckles visibly whitening  as they clenched harder against his thighs.

Cate’s right hand inched down Raven’s flat abdomen, past her navel and to the edge of the crimson strip of cloth covering her pussy.  Cate paused, then with a sexy purr she parted the tiny garment from Raven’s mound with a sweep of her thumb, curling her fingers to tuck the folded bills inside.

Jon let out a strangled yelp, almost doubling over as he felt his climax threatening.  Squeezing his eyes shut, he turned his head away from the fantastic, torturous sight.  “Baby…” the plaintive word was a rush of exhaled breath before he gasped in another long draught of air.

Raven chortled softly and turned her head to look at Cate.  “I believe I’d better go now, Mistress,” she smiled.  “It has been my pleasure to serve you.  Please call if you require any further assistance.”

“Certainly,” Cate agreed huskily, sliding her hands one last time over the soft skin of Raven’s torso before dropping them to her sides.  Her eyes widened slightly when the dancer turned to face her.  Cate’s lips parted as Raven reached up to lay a hand on her cheek, then leaned closer. 

 Cate froze for a second, then sighed at the feel of Raven’s mouth on hers.   Unable to stop herself, Cate returned the beautiful dancer’s kiss, savoring the softness of her plump lips for a full moment.  When finally she pulled her face away, she was flushed with arousal.

“Thank you again,” Raven said softly, then turned and glided to the door.

“Come here.” 

Cate’s entire body tingled at Jon’s firm command, delivered in that panty-melting honeyed-whiskey growl.

Slowly Cate turned to face her husband, a guilty smirk curving her full lips.  She didn’t obey.  Instead she stood tall before him, her nipples tight with arousal, her skin radiant with the glow of forbidden sex.

“You are a very, very Bad Girl.”  Jon’s stern tone crackled with dangerous need.  He raised a hand, crooking his finger at Cate.  “Come.  Here.”

Cate chortled sexily.  “Yes, Master.”  She took two small steps toward Jon, halting just out of his reach.

“I said…” In a flash Jon leaned forward, his hand closing around Cate’s wrist.  He yanked hard enough to make her stumble toward him.  “Come HERE.”  

His eyes blazed with want as he gazed up at her, his chest heaving with his labored breaths.  “You know, there are consequences for your actions, you Naughty Minx.”

Cate smirked down at her husband, seeing through his angry façade.  “I was hoping there might be,” she purred.  Shaking free from his grasp, Cate leaned down.  Her breasts swayed in front of Jon’s face for a moment, until she shoved hard against his shoulders with both hands.  His lip curled with a little faux-snarl as he fell back against the leather-covered cushion.

Cate straightened and gave Jon another devilish smirk.  Then she slowly turned her back to him, flipping her dark-flamed mane over her shoulder as she moved.  Making sure to exaggerate the roll of her hips in time to the funky Aerosmith song that was now ringing through the lounge, Cate sauntered back over to the chair she had occupied earlier. 

Hitching up her leather skirt so the curve of her bare buttocks was revealed, Cate raised her right foot and braced it against the seat of the leather armchair.  Moving deliberately, she bent forward to unzip her stilettoed ankle boot, being sure to give her ass an extra little wiggle with the effort.  Cate slipped the sexy footwear off and dropped it to the floor, then repeated the action with her other boot.

When she turned back to smirk at Jon she saw he had literally taken matters into his own hands.  An eager grin curved Cate’s lips as her eyes lingered on his fist, wrapped around what she was certain was one of the most intense hard-ons Jon had experienced in some time.  Cate shook her head as she wagged a finger playfully at her desperate husband. 

“Now who’s being naughty?”

“Get over here and I’ll show you fucking naughty.”  Jon’s growl was breathy with need.  He stilled his hand’s movement but didn’t let go of his cock.

“Mmmm….”  Cate slowly crossed the rug and stopped before Jon, her feet nudging up against his boots as she widened her stance.  She grinned down at him as her fingers curled under the edge of her mini and inched it upward, to reveal the front of her leather-and-lace thong.  She chortled when Jon’s eyes immediately dropped to her crotch and his hand gave an involuntary squeeze around his throbbing erection.

“I can take care of that for you, ya know.” 

“Nuh-Uh.” Jon growled, hissing softly as he squeezed his shaft again.  “Why should I reward your bad behavior by giving you exactly what you want?”

Cate giggled softly at his obstinance, knowing full well it was only a matter of minutes before Jon would give in.  If that long.  Still her lips pursed in a sultry, playful pout.

Her fingers slipped up over the soft leather swaddling her hips and nimbly undid the snap and short zipper.  Wiggling her hips enticingly, she slid the little skirt downward until it fell to the floor.  Nude except for her sexy thong and her fishnet stockings, Cate grinned down at her husband.

Cate braced her hands on her hips and thrusted her breasts forward just a bit more.  She reveled in the heat of Jon’s hungry eyes raking over her body.  

“Haven’t I earned a reward, Baby?” she cooed seductively.  Her thumbs slipped down to loop in the leather straps crossing her hipbones.  “Or wasn’t Raven enough for you?”

Jon swallowed hard as his eyes followed her hands’ movements.  He knew full well this game wasn’t going to last long.  Hell he wasn’t going to last long, once she touched him.  But still he couldn’t resist.

“I didn’t get my full lap dance, you know.”  His faux-pout wasn’t convincing.  “She didn’t finish with me before…”  He swallowed hard before forcing out the next words.  “Before she went to you.”  Jon’s dick throbbed in his hand as again the vision of the beautiful stripper’s naked torso pressed against Cate’s flashed in his mind.

“But that was your idea,” Cate purred, stepping in between Jon’s legs until her shins bumped against the leather couch.  She leaned forward, smiling down at Jon.  “Not my fault you didn’t…. finish… with Raven.”  She smirked wickedly.  “But that just means more for me.”

With that Cate gracefully climbed onto the couch, straddling Jon’s lap.  Her hand closed over his, prying his fingers gently away from his rigid shaft.

Jon growled softly and sucked in a deep breath, willing himself to hold his release just a little bit longer.  A warm flush spread over his body as Cate’s musky scent filled his senses.  He smiled in spite of himself, his pretend-petulance vanishing with her touch.  His hands moved to her hips, toying with the straps of her thong.

“God, Baby…” he sighed.  “You never fail to amaze me.”  Jon raised his eyes to Cate’s and saw them shining back at him, no longer full of mischief.  “The things you do for me… or to me.”  He grinned.  “Never in a million years would I have guessed what you had planned for me tonight.”

“It's for me too, Jon.”  Cate’s voice was softer, huskier.  “I know it’s Danny’s party, but I wanted something special for us.  Just us.”

Jon chortled quietly, then grinned.  He kicked at the top hat laying sideways on the floor near his boot.  “So the Slash getup.   That’s your part of the fantasy, huh?”  He arched a brow, a gesture that went unseen under the shaggy tendrils of his wig.

Cate tossed back her hair as she laughed.  “Okay… maybe a little…” she begrudgingly admitted.  Raising a hand to finger a soft black ringlet that dangled along Jon’s cheek, her smile softened.  “But I don’t need a fantasy.  I have you.”

As Cate lowered her mouth to Jon’s she tunneled her fingers into the plush wig.  She tugged it gently from atop Jon’s head and tossed it aside.  She smiled as she tangled her fingers in Jon's soft natural shag.

As if on cue the opening drum cadence of a new song drifted through the lounge, one Raven had queued up per Cate’s request. 

A little sigh escaped Cate’s lips as she slipped her lips across Jon’s softly-stubbled cheek to his ear.  “I love you, Baby,” she breathed.  “I want you.  Only you.”

Jon’s heart throbbed along with his cock at her whispered declaration.  “Oh, Cate…” His hands tugged sharply at the sides of her thong, ripping the thin leather cords loose from the lacy fabric.  He yanked the remaining scraps from Cate’s pelvis and flung the tattered panties aside.  “Now.”

Steadying herself with her hands on Jon’s shoulders, Cate raised up on her knees.  With a hasty shove at his hips to more fully free his cock from his leather pants, Jon again grasped Cate’s hips and guided her downward.  Together they groaned as she took him inside, inch by rigid inch.  

Jon slipped his hands from Cate’s hips to her breasts, brushing his hands almost reverently over the soft mounds before leaning forward to circle a taut, rosy nipple with his lips.  He suckled gently, then drew back.  He settled back against the cushion, a smile of pure contentment lighting his beautiful face. 

Cate slid her hands from Jon’s shoulders down to his pecs, brushing her fingers lightly across his nipples.  His soft gasp made her chuckle.  She dropped her hands against her stockinged thighs and smiled, her heart swelling with the intensity of her emotion.  Slowly she began to rock on Jon’s lap, beginning the ascent to their pinnacle of ecstasy.

“Ohhhhhh….. Cate….” Jon groaned softly.  Again his hands settled on her hips, his fingers squeezing in soft little pulses with her rhythmic up-and-down movement.  “Baby, it’s not gonna take much.”

“Shhh.”  Cate’s eyes glittered the deep blue of midnight, their mischievous light gone, replaced by pure passion.   “Look at me, Jon.”

At her quiet command, Jon raised his eyes to meet hers.  His heart almost stopped at her beauty, at the adoration in her gaze.  His eyes moistened with passioned tears as the music swirled around them, Cate’s soft singing mingling with the bluesy croon from the hidden speakers.

So when the sun goes down

And the nights are getting colder

I will be there

Looking over your shoulder

And the deeper the love

The stronger the emotion

And the stronger the love

The deeper the devotion

I don’t mind

What you’re doing to me

I don’t mind

‘Cause you’re all I can see

I don’t mind

Baby you mean the world to me

And when the sun goes down

And the nights are getting colder

I will be there

Looking over your shoulder

Baby, Baby, Baby…

“Cate…” Jon breathed, his pulse quickening as his climax threatened.  His fingers curled against the flesh of Cate’s hips as his glutes clenched, pushing his pelvis upward and driving his cock even deeper into Cate’s center.  “Ohhh… Ohhhh Baby…”

Cate’s smile faded as she gazed down at Jon’s beautiful face, awash with passion.  Her hips began to pulse faster, their motion fueled her own need.  “I’m with you, Baby…”  The hitch in her breath betrayed the height of her arousal.  “Ohhh… Oh Jon…”

Jon’s moan was low and hoarse as he thrusted up hard against her, flooding her with his seed.  His eyes slipped closed and his head fell back against the leather cushion as he let go, relinquishing himself body, heart, and soul to the fiery redheaded Vixen who had titillated and tortured and pleasured him.   

Again he arched against Cate in a second spasm of ecstasy, then a third.  His final thrust was met with her own cries of delight, then a deluge of wet heat. 

Needing to be one with her, Jon encircled Cate’s waist with his arms and pulled her fiercely against his chest, lurching forward on the couch with the movement.  He held her as tight as he could as she shuddered on his lap, her heart pounding against his chest and her cries of passion melding with his own. 

Jon slipped a hand up to twine in the luxury of Cate’s mahogany tresses as he felt her nails bite into his back, through the thin, sweat-soaked cotton of his shirt.  A little stab of painful pleasure rocketed through him as her teeth closed over his shoulder.  Turning his head to bury his face in her hair, Jon held Cate tight as together they shuddered again and again in prolonged pleasure. 

It was as if they ascended to another plane of consciousness, joined as one in pure passion. 

It was Rapture.

Eventually their bodies relaxed, their senses returned, and their breathing slowed.  But still Cate and Jon remained wrapped tight in each other’s arms, eyes closed, hearts beating in unison.  Neither wanted to interrupt the beauty of this moment.

But finally they had to let go.  His arms still around Cate, Jon slumped back against the couch, pulling her onto his chest.  He chuckled huskily as he felt her panting lightly, her sweat-slicked breasts sliding against his pecs with each labored breath.  Jon dropped his lips against the crown of her head, kissing her hair.

“Christ, Cate…”  Jon chuckled hoarsely.  “Pretty soon we’re either gonna get caught or run out of exotic places to fuck.”

Cate turned her face to press a kiss against his slickened pec.  She smiled at the salty tang of his sweat on her lips.  “No worries here.  I paid for the rest of the night.”  Cate smirked.  “Just in case you want Raven to come back for Round Two.”

Jon’s brows arched as he grinned widely at Cate’s tease.  “Now there’s an idea….”  He chuckled and gave Cate a squeeze, then purred happily.  “Nah.  I’m good.  One Hellcat’s all I can handle.”

Cate giggled.  “Not into threesomes?  Jeez, how very un-Rock-Star of you.”

“I didn’t say I wasn’t into The Menage.  Been there, done that.”  Jon chucked and reached down to give Cate’s firm ass a light smack.  “Got the t-shirt.”

“Too old for that shit, huh?”

Jon’s grin softened.  “Nah, not too old.  Just too happy with the way things are.”  His arms tightened around Cate as he felt her purr happily against his chest.  “It ain’t ever gonna get any better than this, Baby.”

Cate blinked away happy tears as she listened to Jon’s heart thumping rhythmically under her ear.  “Yeah,” she breathed in agreement.

They were quiet for a long moment, then Jon broke the silence.  “You know, if everything worked right tonight we’re gonna have one helluva time explaining to our Kid how she was conceived in a Strip Club.”

Cate burst out laughing at Jon’s matter-of-fact observation.  She pulled her cheek from his chest and gave him a quizzical smile.  “Baby, you are one Twisted Motherfucker.”

“Let’s hope I can take that statement literally.”  Jon grinned and slipped a hand between their bodies, his palm sliding over Cate’s womb.  “I guess it would be kinda poetic justice, huh?  After all the money I’ve dropped in places like this over the years, I’d finally get something more worthwhile than blue balls for my troubles.”

“You’re awful.”  Cate grinned and laid her cheek against Jon’s chest again, giggling softly.  “But I guess it’s not out of the realm of possibility that you could have knocked me up just now.”

Jon grinned and gave his wife another squeeze.  “So, Baby...?”

“Hmmm?”

“If it turns out I did get you pregnant tonight… does that mean we can name her Roxy?”

“Don’t push your luck, Jon.”

Jon grinned and closed his eyes, pulling Cate close and dropping another kiss against her hair.  He sighed hopefully.

“Just promise you’ll think about it, okay?”

“We’ll see.”

THE END

   

FOUR

“Not at all.”  Raven exchanged a look with her second client before turning her head back to Jon.  “I’m sure your husband won’t mind.”

Jon’s jaw dropped as she looked from Cate back to the almost-naked woman on his lap.  Their smirks were identical, full of smug conspiracy.  “I… uh… Cate?”

Cate chortled softly.  “Don’t let me interrupt, Baby.  Continue.”

“But...” Jon hastily raised his hands beside his shoulders in a sign of surrender.  “I wasn’t… she was… Cate, I…”  Realizing he was babbling, Jon swallowed hard.

“Jon, relax.”  Cate’s smirk softened to a seductive smile.  She leaned forward, offering Jon a direct view down her bustier.  “I asked Raven to dance for you.  I want you to enjoy yourself.  It’s a party, after all.”

Cate’s husky voice caused another throb of want to surge through Jon’s now-fully-rigid shaft.  “But Baby…”

“I can leave if this makes you uncomfortable.”

“NO!”  Jon’s exclamation was immediate.  He didn’t know exactly what his wife was up to; he just knew he was unbelievably turned on by her presence.  “I just…”

“Baby, listen to me.”  Cate’s voice dropped a bit, until it was just barely audible over the music.  “This isn’t a prank.  Or a test.”  She smiled sexily.  “This is for me, too.”

Jon’s heart almost stopped.  “For… for you?”

“For us.”  Cate slowly leaned back in her chair and uncrossed her legs, letting her hands rest lightly on her fishnet-stockinged thighs.  She gave Jon a direct look, leaving him no question as to her intention.

“Christ, Baby…” Jon croaked, unable to stop the dirty grin that crept to his lips.  “You never cease to amaze me.”

“Go ahead.”  Cate’s quiet command was directed at Raven.  “Continue.”

“Yes, Mistress.”  Raven bit back a wicked giggle as she felt Jon gasp in surprise under her.  She turned her attention back to the lucky man, giving him a devilish smirk as she dragged her crotch against the hard mound straining against his leather fly.  She rolled her hips in a lazy circle as again she scooped up her hair into a messy bundle atop her head.

“Ohhhh…” Jon groaned, struggling to keep his eyes open as an intense wave of pleasure washed over him.  Again his hands fisted by his thighs. 

“Touch her, Jon.”  Cate smirked again as she saw his blue eyes widen under the shadow of his wig.  “Go ahead.”

When he didn’t immediately respond Raven acted.  Dropping her hair, she reached down to cover his hands with hers.  Gently she tugged Jon’s hands up from the couch, nudging apart his fingers and settling them on her bare hips.  

She purred in wonder at how soft his hands were as his fingers flexed against her flesh.  “Help me, John,” she urged in a sultry growl.  “Guide me.”  She slowed the circle of her hips, encouraging him to prod her further movement at a pace to meet his needs.

Jon’s eyes dropped to his hands, automatically sliding along the thin red tie that circled Raven’s hips and secured the tiny triangle over her pussy.  Feeling a flush of self-consciousness when his gaze settled on the dancer’s barely-veiled womanhood, Jon’s eyes snapped upward.  He looked guiltily past the stripper on his lap, to his wife.

“Good,” Cate gave Jon an approving nod.  “Relax, Baby.”  She smirked again as she slipped her hands a bit toward her inner thighs, plucking lightly at the strings of her fishnets as she parted her legs a little more.  “Show me more.”

Jon’s pulse jumped as he stared at Cate.  His brain struggled to comprehend what the hell was happening as his dick ordered him to stop questioning and start obeying.  His grin faded a little as his lips parted to allow him to breathe. 

Watching his wife’s expression, Jon let his hands slip down from Raven’s hips, his fingers splaying open over the taut brown globes of her ass.  He squeezed slowly, making Raven arch her back in response.  Her purr of delight sent another powerful jolt to his crotch.

“Ooooh…. Baby….” Cate crooned, smiling wickedly.  “That’s good.”  Her thighs parted more and her hands slid higher.    She traced her fingertips over the band of her stockings, her thumbs resting on the edge of her leather mini, hiked up high on her thighs.  The position of her hands perfectly framed Jon’s view of her crotch.  “More.”

Reluctantly Jon looked away from Cate to the gorgeous woman grinding on his lap.  His eyes met Raven’s and he saw eager permission in her smile.  

In her own act of encouragement Raven grasped Jon’s shoulders and arched backward, her hair cascading down her back and over Jon’s knees.  Automatically Jon’s hands went to Raven’s waist, steadying her.  His eyes settled on her breasts, swelling upward with the severe arch of her back.

With another glance at Cate, Jon continued to steady Raven with one hand while placing his other palm-down against her taut abdomen.  Slowly he pushed his hand upward into the valley between her breasts before sliding it sideways to cup over one firm mound.  He groaned raggedly when he felt the dancer’s taut nipple drill against his palm as he kneaded first one breast, then the other.

“Mmmm… there you go, John,” Raven purred, her crimson lips curving into a satisfied smile.  She gave her pelvis another slow roll, encouraging Jon to continue.  “Ohhhhh….”

Grunting softly as his balls tightened another notch, Jon looked across Raven’s chest to Cate.   Gazing directly into Jon’s eyes, Cate slid down a bit more in her chair, her skirt riding up with the movement.  Her ebony-tipped fingers slipped up to her crotch, tracing lightly over the sheer black lace covering her womanhood.

“Jeeeeesuuuuussssss…..” Jon moaned softly, watching Cate’s index finger circle lightly over her lace-cloaked clit.  His hand slid to Raven’s other breast, palming it a bit more roughly.  Jon's eyes raised again to meet Cate’s and he sucked in a breath.  He didn’t know what was sexier, her actions or her hungry gaze.

“More…” He heard her command huskily, her luscious lips puckering and relaxing with the single word.

Jon squeezed lightly at Raven’s waist with his steadying hand.  “Turn around,” he ordered hoarsely.

Raven raised her head to give him a sultry look, keeping her back arched as Jon’s hand still curved around her breast.  “Yes, Master,” she answered demurely.

With a soft exhale Jon pulled his hands from her fantastic body.  He rested them against his chest as Raven somehow gracefully rolled onto one hip and turned on his lap.  Her long legs unfolded beneath her as she dropped her stilettos to the floor.  With a sexy purr she leaned forward, presenting her shapely derriere for Jon’s inspection as she braced her hands lightly on his knees.

Jon chuckled and raised his hands to gently grope her ass, then he let them trail down the sides of Raven’s firm thighs.  “Sit back.”

Raven settled onto Jon’s lap, letting out a delighted coo as his concealed cock pressed against her pussy.  This client was certainly a lot of fun to climb around on; his hard body and even harder cock were making her as hot as she was obviously making him. 

Raven swept aside her hair and settled back against Jon’s chest, raising her arms to circle behind his neck.  Her green eyes glittered as they met her other client’s gaze.  The desire in the striking redhead’s eyes made Raven’s pulse jump, her arousal heightening another notch.

This wasn’t the first time Raven had performed for a couple.  I was a fairly regular occurrence for young women to accompany their boyfriends to Cheetah’s, and often they liked to watch Raven pleasure their men.  Occasionally the girls even enjoyed their own little private dance from their entertainer, much to their men’s delight.  Raven’s couples performances were usually for the young and adventurous, or the drunk and horny. 

As long as they tipped well, Raven didn’t care what her clients’ motives were; it was none of her business.  But there was something about this couple, something that made her eager to please them.  For one, they were clearly more mature than the usual pair seeking her entertainment.  And Raven found them both extremely attractive, even though “John” – if that was really his name – continued to hide under his costume wig. 

The woman’s allure came as much from her confidence as from her physical beauty.  Raven understood full well how secure a woman must have to be to watch her man enjoy the favors of nubile naked female.  It took an even higher degree of trust to sit just feet away from them as they engaged in the naughty act.  And a special twist for her to enjoy it, as this wife was clearly doing.

But what made this couple so appealing to Raven was their obvious devotion to one another.   Raven’s smile broadened as she decided she was willing to do whatever these clients wished of her… even if it was a little more than they originally agreed.

“Touch me, John,” Raven purred silkily, her eyes not leaving Cate’s.  “Show her what she wants to see.”

Cate’s eyes narrowed slightly as her smirk broadened.  She slipped her hands slowly upward until they curved under her breasts.  She lifted lightly, making her tits to threaten to spill out from cups of her bustier.  “Touch her, Jon,” she echoed.  “Like you want to touch me.”

“Fuuuuck, Cate…” Jon growled through his grin.  His hands circled Raven’s waist, then slipped slowly upward to palm a firm breast in each hand.  He dropped his mouth against the dancer’s neck, tasting the delicate tang of her skin.  Jon’s eyes locked with Cate’s as he watched her response.

Cate growled softly back at Jon as she mimicked the movement of his hands with her own, over the satin-and-lace cups of her bustier.  Her lips parted and her breathing quickened with her increasing arousal.  

She moaned softly as she watched Jon’s thumbs brush across Raven’s tight nipples, causing the dusky nubs to quiver enticingly.  Her own thumbs dipped inside her bustier to tease her nipples.  Her fingers followed, nudging the cups down to uncover her breasts.

“Oh God, Baby…” Jon gasped at the sight of Cate’s bared breasts.  The combination the nearly-naked dancer slithering against his torso and his wife’s erotic self-stimulation was almost too much for him to bear.  Jon could hardly comprehend what was happening.  He just knew this was not at all what he expected when he followed the sexy stripper into this dark den of fantasy.

Raven shifted on Jon’s lap, leaning sideways to place her lips near his ear.  “She’s gorgeous,” Raven purred, glancing sideways at Cate.  “Your wife.  How beautiful her breasts are.”  She chuckled huskily at Jon’s involuntary grunt as she ground her ass against his crotch.  “Look at her touching herself, like you’re touching me.  Look how much you’re turning her on.”

Jon’s abs clenched hard as Raven’s growl in his ear nearly set him off.  Jesus, she was so right… watching Cate’s arousal was a thousand times more erotic than the feel of Raven’s fantastic breasts under his hands.  He took a deep breath and blew it slowly out as he realized what he wanted.

“Go to her.” Jon ordered hoarsely, sliding his hands from Raven’s breasts to her hips.  He squeezed gently, urging her off his lap.  “Dance for my wife.”

Jon smirked as Cate’s deep sapphire eyes widened momentarily, then narrowed with her sly smile.  He grunted softly again as Raven slithered forward on his lap, giving his aching cock a long rub before she stood.    Jon’s eyes lingered on Raven’s firm ass as she strolled slowly across the rug to Cate’s chair.

Raven smiled down at Cate, exchanging a conspiratorial look with the willing wife.  She widened her stance before leaning forward, bracing her hands on the leather chair’s arms as she lowered her chest until she was eye-to-eye and breast-to-breast with Cate.  The women chuckled softly together as they heard Jon’s groan of pleasure at the contact of their flesh.

“Care to dance?” Raven’s purr was silky –smooth.

Cate smirked coyly, noticing the last notes of the bump-and-grind KISS song fading.  “Song’s over.”

“There’s another.”  Raven slowly raised her body and silently offered Cate her hand.

Cate gave Jon a long look.  “Should I?”

“Fuck yeah, Baby.” Jon rumbled.  Automatically his hand dropped to his throbbing crotch.  He silently cursed the rules that forbade sexual acts in reputable places like this; he needed to get himself off.  Badly.  And Jon was pretty sure his discomfort was about to multiply times ten.  

He groaned huskily and slid down on the leather couch, stretching his legs out a bit and relieving a little of the pressure on his crotch. 

Cate turned her sly smile back to Raven, playing out the part.  “Well, okay.  I’m not a very good dancer, though.”

“I can teach you.”

Cate reached out to place her hand lightly in Raven’s, the diamond on her ring finger flashing in the soft violet light.  Gracefully she drew her legs under her, then stood.  She didn’t bother to adjust her miniskirt, leaving an expanse of creamy thigh bare to Jon’s gaze.

Raven stepped back to the center of the rug, silently urging Cate to follow her.  Cate chuckled softly as the opening notes of a new song drifted across the lounge.  

“Mmmmm… what a fantastic song.”  She began to sway her hips gently to the slow beat, the melody tugging at her heart as it always did.

“Romantic,” Raven agreed, slowly nodding her dark head.  She stepped in closer to Cate, slipping a hand across her waist.  Still holding Cate’s other hand in hers, the dancer guided Cate in a slow turn.  

In a graceful movement the two women turned together to face Jon, Raven behind Cate with her hands resting on Cate’s hips.  They rocked together in a slow, enticing sway as the vocals began.

Jon’s grin widened at the women’s little act.  Cate’s gaze met his and she gave him another smile, this one more gentle than her earlier teasing smirks.  He knew why; this song had always been one of her soft spots.  It was one she loved to dance to, just for him. 

I gotta know tonight

If you’re alone tonight

Can’t stop this feeling

Can’t stop this fire

Oh, I get hysterical

Hysteria

Oh can you feel it

Do you believe it?

It’s such a magical

Mysteria

When you get that feelin’

Better start believin’

‘Cause it’s a miracle

Say you will

Oh Babe

Hysteria when you’re near

“See, you’re doing fine.” Raven encouraged Cate in a husky tone.  “Good rhythm, excellent balance.”  She smiled and slipped her hands around Cate’s waist until they met on her bare midriff.  

With a little smirk at Jon Raven tunneled her fingertips under the waistband of Cate’s miniskirt.  She felt Cate’s purr of excitement at the invasion, matching Jon’s soft gasp. 

“Now, roll your hips a little more….”  Raven pressed her pelvis to Cate’s behind, using her own hips’ gyration to guide Cate’s.  Cate immediately responded, smoothly adopting the movement.  

Capturing Jon’s gaze, Cate slid her tongue across her lower lip as she leaned back against her dance partner.  Cate smirked at the delicious warmth of Raven’s nude torso against her back.

“Oh my God… Baby, you’re trying to kill me, aren’t ya?”  Jon’s delighted groan made Raven smile.

“Of course she’s not, John.”  Raven lowered her chin to rest on Cate’s shoulder as she stared at Jon.  “She’s just pleasing herself.  And you.”

Cate felt a fresh flush of arousal at Raven’s words and Jon’s reaction.  She raised her hands again to her breasts, slipping her fingers under the twin mounds and nudging her bustier downward.

“Fuck me, Baby…”  Jon’s response was as much a plea as it was a spontaneous utterance.  His chin dropped almost to his chest as he gulped in a couple deep breaths.  He peered up through the shaggy curls of his wig at the two beautiful women writhing together in front of him.

Cate chortled huskily and dropped her head back against Raven’s shoulder.  “Not now, Baby.  I’m dancing.”  Her lids slipped half-closed as she rolled her nipples between the pad of her finger and thumb.  Cate chuckled to herself, knowing what her actions were doing to Jon.  She didn’t miss a beat, still swaying her hips in unison with Raven's as she fondled her breasts.

“Mmmmm… So beautiful,” Raven purred, delighted that her client was getting so into their little game.  “Let me help.”

Her words made Jon’s head snap up in surprise.  Was his wife really going to…  Holy Shit! 

Jon’s jaw dropped as he watched Raven slip her hands from Cate’s waist and pull back just a bit from their embrace.  With a gentle hand Raven swept aside Cate’s long mahogany hair, sending it tumbling over her left shoulder.  Then she dropped both hands between Cate’s shoulder blades.

Cate’s eyes met Jon’s as she paused her sexy dance, standing still for Raven to work the hooks along her spine.  She smirked as she felt the snug binding around her ribs relax.  

Jon’s expression was one of sheer awe as he watched Raven peel the satin and lace bustier away from Cate's body, freeing her lovely breasts.

It was all he could do not to blow his load in his pants when Raven pressed her nude body against Cate’s bare back.

“You okay, Baby?”  Cate’s sultry voice held just a hint of concern.

“Uh huh.”  Jon croaked weakly.  “Jesus Christ, Cate… that’s just… you’re…”  He couldn’t find the words.

“Shhh.” Cate smiled and reached for Raven’s hands.  Slowly she guided them up from her abdomen to her chest.  Raven purred delightedly in Cate’s ear, willingly closing her delicate hands over Cate’s firm mounds.  Cate’s hands lingered atop Raven’s, riding them lightly as Raven gently fondled her now-sensitive breasts.

 I get hysterical

Hysteria

Oh can you feel it

Do you believe it?

It’s such a magical

Mysteria

When you get that feelin’

Better start believin’

‘Cause it’s a miracle

Say you will

Oh Babe….

Cate whimpered softly as another bolt of pleasure fired through her.  It was caused not by Raven’s caress, but by the pure lust roiling in Jon’s gaze as he stared open-mouthed at her and her co-conspirator in this erotic tease.  She felt herself slick with desire as their gazes locked. 

She wanted him.  Now.

THREE

Jon raised his shot glass and sloppily pushed it against the others.  With the brisk movement a little of the amber liquid sloshed over the rim onto his hand.  He grinned goofily, not caring.  He tossed the whiskey into his throat, then winced as he felt it burn its way down to his gut.

He was probably gonna regret shooting whiskey with Danny.  He usually did.  But right now he didn’t care.  It was a fucking Bachelor Party.

Inverting the empty glass on the table beside the others, Jon turned to look toward the pink neon sign that marked the entrance to the restrooms.  He blinked as it took a minute for his eyes to focus.  His lips curved into a pout as he saw no sign of Cate.

“Dude, stop looking for your Woman.”  Brandon wrapped an arm around Jon’s shoulders and grinned boozily.  “She gave you a fuckin’ Kitchen Pass, Man.  Enjoy it, for fuck’s sake!” 

Jon nodded and smirked back at Brandon.  “Fuck yeah.  I am.  Just hope she’s okay.”  He giggled as he heard the little slur in his speech, his eyes dropping to the collection of empty shot glasses on the table.  “Drinkin’ a lot.”

“She ain’t.”  Troy nodded at Cate’s nearly-empty soda glass.  “Said she’s gotta be the sober one.”

Jon frowned at the glass, realizing Cate’s last two beverages had been Diet Cokes.  Maybe they weren’t spiked with rum, as he had assumed.

His head swiveled back toward the restroom.  Whatever she was drinking, Cate sure had to pee a lot.  This was her third trip to the restroom in an hour.

“WHOOOOOAAAA!!!!”  Jon’s attention was diverted by the outcry of his seatmates, followed by raucous laughter.  Turning around, he saw the source of the men’s amusement.

Settling onto Danny’s lap were twin blonde bombshells sporting white tulle veils and not much else.  Body glitter sparkled on the two pairs well-enhanced naked breasts that sandwiched Danny’s grinning ruddy face.

Jon laughed loudly, throwing out his own lewd comments along with the others.  He grinned widely as he watched a spotlight illuminate Danny and his companions while the stage announcer proclaimed his fate and offered his condolences.

Raising his hand in acknowledgement of the applause following his “outing,” Danny helped the dancers from his lap and stood.  He downed the last of his drink, then waggled his eyebrows at his buddies before allowing the Naughty Brides to lead him away from the booth.

“Don’t think we’ll be seeing him for awhile.”  Jon chortled to Brandon, picking up his wine glass.  He made a face as his mouthful of pinot mingled with the bitter whiskey aftertaste.  Forcing himself to swallow, Jon set the glass back on the table and pushed it away.

“Yeah, Lucky Fuck.” Brandon laughed.  He reached up to scratch at his head, causing his wig to slip sideways.  “Sonofabitch,” Brandon muttered as his hand tangled in the long blonde tresses as he tried to correct the tilt.

Jon giggled and leaned back against the seat, watching amusedly as Brandon battled with his wig.  “Hair’s a fuckin’ pain in the ass,” he observed.  “You look like fuckin’ Cousin Itt in that thing.”

“Yeah, well… you’re one to talk there, Polamalu.”

“Hello, Handsome.”

Jon started at the sexy purr next to his ear.  It took a second for him to realize that the voice wasn’t familiar.  It certainly wasn’t Cate’s.

Slowly he turned his head.  His lips parted in a silent gasp as he found himself staring into a pair of glittering green eyes.  Jon blinked, then a smirk curved his lips as he recognized the sexy brunette dancer Cate had tipped earlier.

“Where’s your sexy Lover?”

“Ladies room.”

“Mmmm.  She left you all alone here, huh?”  The brunette moved closer, her breasts pressing against Jon’s arm.  “That’s a shame.”

Jon chuckled.  He knew this game.  “Ain’t it though?”

“Tell you what, Lover.”  The dancer reached up to rest the tip of her index finger against the little cleft in Jon’s chin.  “Why don’t you come with me, let me take care of you while your lovely lady is… indisposed.”

Jon winced slightly at his Pavlovian surge of lust in response her invitation.   “Well Darlin’… I don’t think so.  Thanks, though.”

She pulled a sexy pout.  “What’s the matter?  Afraid she won’t approve?”

Jon shook his head slowly.  “No.”  He swallowed hard as he felt a hand high on his thigh.  “I just… no thank you.”

“Raven.”

“What?”  Jon’s brow furrowed slightly.

“No thank you, Raven.  That’s my name.  And you are… John.  Yes?”

Jon’s eyes widened slightly at his name.  Did she recognize him, even under this disguise?  He had been careful all night to keep his wig and glasses in place…

“I have something for you, John.”  Raven smiled and pulled back just a bit.  She raised her hand, a small rectangle of folded paper held daintily between her thumb and forefinger.

Confused, Jon automatically reached for the note.  His fingers fumbled a bit as he unfolded the paper.  He held it up close to his face, trying to read the familiar handwriting in the dim club lighting.  It took him almost a minute of squinting  at the words before his fuzzy brain deciphered them.

John -

Go with Raven. 

Trust Me.

xoxo - C

Jon’s eyes widened as the words sunk in.  Then he exhaled softly in relief.  So that’s how the dancer knew his name.  She didn’t recognize him, she had read the note.  A little smirk curved his lips as Jon noticed Cate had written his given name on the little piece of paper, so as not to blow his cover.

He raised his gaze to Raven and found her smiling invitingly.  “A beautiful woman, your wife,” she purred throatily.  “Strong.  Secure.” 

She leaned in close, brushing aside the dark curls covering Jon’s ear.  “She wants you to enjoy tonight,” Raven whispered before lightly tracing the shell of Jon’s ear with her tongue.

Jon’s eyes drifted closed as he groaned softly.  He felt his cock surge lustily at the sexy dancer’s command.

“Come with me.”

Raven wrapped her hand over Jon’s and slipped gracefully off the seat, tugging for him to follow.   All he could do was nod and comply.  As he departed the table Jon heard a chorus of boozy laughter from the remaining guys.  He didn’t look back.

Silently Jon followed Raven up the steps to the top level of the showroom, then along the back wall.  When they reached a set of black double doors Raven punched a code on an electronic keypad before turning the handle.  Though Jon had never visited the Cheetah’s VIP room before, he knew exactly where they were going.  All Gentlemen’s Clubs had similar accommodations for ultra-private dances.

“Raven…” Jon hesitated before a second door.  He didn’t feel right about following this dangerously sexy woman into a private room, knowing his wife was out in the club.  Even if she did give him written permission to do it.

The exotic brunette turned to face Jon, moving close enough that her nipples brushed his chest.  “John.  Trust her,” she repeated softly.  Raven smiled seductively, then stepped back and turned the knob.

Jon took a deep breath and entered the VIP lounge.  When the door closed behind him the pulsing bassline thump of the the Club’s showroom music went silent.  Automatically Jon’s brow arched as he realized this room was soundproofed to ensure there were no distractions once the private party began. 

Jon felt Raven move up close behind him as scanned the room.  It was elegantly but minimally furnished :  a curved black leather sectional flanked by a pair of chrome-and-glass low tables was the room’s focus.  A pair of modern-styled deep leather armchairs faced the sofa across a zebra-print rug. 

A black leather-and-chrome bar sat in one corner, an assortment of libations standing at the ready beside clean glassware and an ice bucket.  In another corner, a small stage with a lighted pole glowed with soft violet light.  The illumination was magnified by the mirrored walls, filling the room with a cool, sultry luminescence.    A skyward glance confirmed what Jon suspected:  even the ceiling was covered with mirrored tile. 

This was clearly a room where any fantasy could be indulged.

“Make yourself comfortable.”  Raven’s voice was soft next to his ear before he felt her move away.  Jon turned his head to watch her as she strolled over to the bar, her nearly-nude form elegant in the room’s sultry light.   Again his cock surged as he was momentarily hypnotized by the sway of her perfect ass.  She turned and smiled at his obvious admiration.  “Wine?”

Jon tried to answer but couldn’t find his voice.  So he nodded.  Raven smiled and waved a delicate hand toward the sectional.  “Sit.”

Jon pulled in a deep breath, held it for a second, then slowly blew it out.  He felt his fuzzy head clear slightly with the hit of oxygen.  A little smile curved his mouth as he fingered the note that was still clutched in his hand.  Dropping his head, he unfolded the crumpled piece of paper and read it again.

She never ceased to amaze him.

Okay, Baby…. he  thought.  I’m just gonna go with it....

A little shake of his head made Jon’s thick fake curls swish around his face.  He chuckled quietly as he wandered over to the sectional, then eased himself down onto the soft leather.   He took off the light-tinted circle-lensed glasses he had worn all night and tossed them on the nearest table.  They clattered quietly against the glass.

Raven turned away from the bar, a fresh glass of wine in her hand.  She paused for a long moment, pushing her breasts forward and arching her back in her best alluring pose.  She smiled as she felt Jon’s gaze slide hungrily over her body, lingering for a long moment on her perfect breasts before dropping to her tiny g-string.

She watched him as he evaluated her.  Raven could tell he was handsome, even under the crazy disguise.  He had high, angular cheekbones and sexy little dimples when he smiled.  His teeth were perfect, almost too perfect.  When she had brushed her finger over his chin she had almost gasped at how soft his skin was, even under the light sandy stubble.

And he was older.  The lines around his mouth gave him away.  Raven was sure there would be little crinkles at the corners of his eyes, behind those now-discarded shades and under that wig.  The silvery fur that shone against his well-formed chest was another hint to John’s maturity.  So were his hands, lined and calloused but butter-soft, like his face.

Raven felt her heart beat a little faster as she remembered her instructions.  She had been a Vegas exotic dancer for some time, and she had indulged many fantasies.  Occasionally she had one like this, which she was happy to accommodate.  She found it sexily romantic to entertain a couple.

Especially one that tipped this well.

“So.”  Raven’s voice was low and silky as she moved, rolling her hips slowly as she strolled over to her evening’s Special Client.  “What kind of music do you like, John?”  She chortled quietly.  “A little GNR, perhaps?”

Jon snorted as he took the wine glass from her outstretched hand.  “I like all kinds of music,” he answered evasively.  He took a swallow from the glass, then set it on the table.  He raised his eyes to meet hers.  “What do you like?”

“Different stuff.  Depends on my mood.”  She moved closer to Jon, her lips curving into a smirk as his leather-clad legs automatically widened for her to step in between them. 

“What kind of mood are you in?”  Jon’s voice was low and husky, a honeyed growl.

Raven’s smirk turned devilish as her eyes dropped to the obvious bulge in Jon’s pants.  She blinked slowly, then raised her eyes to his.  “Naughty.”

Jon swallowed hard at her response, momentarily rattled.  Trust me…  He could practically hear Cate’s voice in his ear.

“So what kind of music do you listen to when you’re feeling… naughty?”  Jon’s voice cracked slightly at the last word.

Raven chuckled sexily.  “Something I can dance to.  You know, good ol’ bump-and-grind rock and roll.”  She dropped one hand to her side, and Jon noticed a tiny stereo remote in her fingers.  “You don’t have any requests?”

Jon leaned back against the leather cushions, his ass slipping a bit against the seat as he stretched out his legs.  He grinned invitingly.  “Whatever works for you, Baby.”  He let his hands rest on his thighs, ready for the show to begin.

“Well, can’t go wrong with some of your 80’s pals,” Raven giggled softly, nodding at Jon’s costume.  She pointed the remote behind her and touched a button, her eyes never leaving Jon’s.  “Some of the best stripper music came from that era.”  She tossed the remote onto the table next to Jon’s glasses.

“Amen,” Jon laughed.  Then he almost choked when he heard the fade-in of pounding drumbeats and the chorus of familiar voices shouting HEY!  Jon squeezed his eyes closed to hide his surprise, praying Raven wouldn’t notice his involuntary little grimace.  He took a deep breath and eased his eyes open to find the dancer smiling sexily down at him, her hands cupping her breasts as she slowly rolled her hips, waiting for the music to kick in.

Jon grinned back at her as his dick gave another urgent twitch.  He chuckled dirtily, wondering what Cate would say when he told her about Raven’s musical selection.  “Mmmm…  You know, my wife loves this band.”

Raven gave Jon a coy smirk as she undulated slowly in front of him.  “Who doesn’t?  They kick ass.”  She chuckled huskily, then looked Jon in the eye as she mouthed the intro along with the singer.

If you want to free your body

You gotta free your mind

C’mon….

Check this out

Jon couldn’t stop a soft groan as he watched Raven’s dark nipples slip between her splayed fingers.  His cock throbbed in reaction.  Automatically he opened his mouth in preparation to sing the first verse, then quickly clamped it shut, remembering he was in disguise.  The last thing he needed was for Raven to figure out who he really was while she gyrated on his lap to his own song.

Raven gave Jon a devilish smile as the music kicked in.  Dropping her hands from her breasts, she widened her stance and gave three fierce hip-checks along with the powerful downbeats before  snapping her head back, sending her hair tumbling down her bare back and her breasts thrusting forward.  She heard Jon’s soft swear of admiration at her artistic interpretation of the music.

Raven chortled softly and pulled her head forward.  Continuing to keep the beat with her hips, she raised her arms, scooping her hair into her hands and pulling it into a messy pile on her head.  She slowly revolved in a circle in front of Jon, her hips rolling rhythmically.  Jon’s eyes followed the tiny red string that circled her hips, mesmerized by her movement.

“Jesus, Darlin’…”  Jon shifted uncomfortably on the couch as his dick pressed hard against his fly.  “You’re… good.”

“Thank you, John.”  Raven finished her revolution and dropped her arms.  Her long, thick hair cascaded down over her breasts.  She gave Jon a devilish smirk as she moved closer between his legs, until her shins pressed against the couch.  “This song makes me hot.  Such dirty, dirty words…  It really just makes me want a good… hard…. Fuck.”

Raven chuckled evilly as she saw Jon’s lower lip disappear between his teeth at her words.  He was getting good and excited now.  Still giving little hip-rolls in time with the music, Raven leaned forward.  She braced her hands on the back of the couch on either side of Jon’s head, her chest dropping toward his face and her silky hair sliding forward over her shoulders.  Hearing his sharp intake of breath, she smiled.  “Relax, John.  Enjoy.”

Jon groaned again as Raven’s round breasts hovered just inches away from his mouth.  His hands clenched against his thighs as they itched to reach up and fondle the twin mounds, to guide her dusky nipples into his mouth.  His dick screamed loudly in protest of his self-restraint, surging hard against his fly.

Jesus Christ, what the hell was he doing in here?  What the fuck was Cate doing, talking him into this?  He had to get out of here, to find his wife and get to that damned limo or some dark corner.

“Raven…” he groaned.

“Relax,” she repeated.  “Enjoy.”  With a little giggle she snatched the top hat from atop Jon’s wig and placed it on her head.  In another swift and graceful move she climbed up onto the leather sofa and paused on her knees, straddling Jon’s lap.   Hastily Jon pulled his hands away as her bronzed thighs settled onto his leather-clad quads.  As if restraining themselves, his hands automatically balled into fists and braced against the sofa cushion, next to his hips.

 Sitting back and pulling her chest away from Jon’s face, Raven gave him a sassy grin.  “Nice hat.”  She reached up to tug the brim lower over her eye.

Jon couldn’t help but grin at her antic, even as he gritted his teeth with his resolve to control himself.  He wasn’t going to give in to his urge to touch Raven or himself, even though his cock was screaming for contact.  He had been honest in his earlier declaration to his wife, that he was the model of restraint.  Even with an almost-naked woman riding his thighs to a song that still gave him a hard-on every time he performed it.

Raven smiled as she watched Jon’s expression, seeing his internal conflict raging.  She could clearly see his desire to touch her, to fully engage in this erotic little lap dance his wife had arranged.  But he was acting exactly as his wife had predicted, much to his credit. 


We’ll see how long that lasts, Raven thought with an evil smirk.  She scooted forward on Jon’s lap and began to grind slowly against his crotch.  She chuckled softly as she saw his blue eyes squeeze shut.

Raven saw the flash of reflected light out of the corner of her eye.  Thanks to the mirrored walls she didn’t have to turn around to watch the door to the room open and close.  She smirked, seeing that she and her client were no longer alone. 

Ignoring the Visitor for the moment, Raven sang along with the chorus, rocking in time on Jon’s lap as she watched his shadowed face for his response.

Lay your hands on me

Lay your hands on me

Lay your hands on me

All you gotta do is…

Feeling the Visitor’s presence at her back, Raven ducked her head so her lips were close to Jon’s ear.  “Watch me, John,” she commanded. 

She chuckled as she saw his gleaming blue eyes open under the dense overhang of black curls.  Then she then pulled the top hat from her head and dropped it on the floor, tossing her head to flip her hair back over a shoulder.  Raven leaned to her side, clearing Jon’s line of vision and revealing the presence of their visitor.

Jon’s eyes widened in surprise, his entire body automatically tensing though he knew he had done nothing wrong.  “Baby…” he gasped hoarsely.

Cate smirked at Jon, her eyes glittering a deep midnight blue in the sultry violet light.  She settled into the leather armchair across from Jon, slowly crossing one stockinged and stilettoed leg over the other.  She gave Raven a sexy smile when the dancer looked back over her shoulder.

“Mind if I watch?”

TWO

“Sullivan.”  Cate smiled at the buxom, scantily-clad hostess.  “Bachelor Party.”

“Welcome to Cheetah’s, Gentlemen.”  The tall blonde smiled warmly at the crazily-dressed group clustered behind the striking auburn-haired woman.  “And Lady.”  She nodded at the person clearly in charge of the pack.

The Hostess chuckled at the mens’ attire as she checked for the reservation.  In her two years at Cheetah’s she had seen a lot of strange things.  This didn’t even register on the crazy-scale.    “I see we have a theme party tonight,” she commented as she tapped the screen on her podium.

Cate smiled.  “That’s right.  Something a little different.”

“And which of these Rock Stars is the Betrothed?”  The blonde again raised her coy smile to the men.

Other than the little smirk that curved her crimson-painted lips Cate ignored the quick intake of breath behind her.  Not ACTUAL Rock Star, you egomaniac, she thought.  But she couldn’t resist…

“It would be Mister ‘Bon Jovi,’ here.”  Cate grinned and turned to tug Danny forward beside her.  “He’s the Condemned Man of the Evening.”

The hostess laughed huskily at Cate’s introduction, taking in the Bachelor’s outlandish attire.  She was far too young to recall seeing Bon Jovi with long hair, but she had watched old YouTube videos.  This guy’s costume looked a lot like what she had seen there.

“Oh, so I see.  Welcome, Mister Bon Jovi.  It is truly our pleasure to serve you this evening.”

Cate flinched slightly at the light smack on her leather-clad ass.  A soft throaty chuckle preceded Jon’s barely audible growl from beneath his disguise.  “Minx.”  He accented his scold with a bold squeeze of Cate’s cheek, under her skirt.  

“Congratulations, Sir, on your upcoming Big Day.  Tomorrow?”  The Hostess turned on the charm for Danny, giving him a sexy smile.

“Yeah.”  Danny grinned back at her, a little more widely than usual thanks to the tequila shots he and the Boys had downed first at the hotel, then in the limo during the ride over.  “Tomorrow.  The ol’ Ball and Chain.”

His fake complaint brought a chorus of moans and groans from Danny’s entourage.  The Hostess chuckled again, used to the routine.  “Well, Gentlemen, I think we’ll be able to provide you with a night to remember... or to deny."  She smirked.  "A fitting send-off to your Bachelor Days, Mister… er… Bon Jovi.” 

The Hostess turned away from the group to address the exotic, scantily-clad brunette who had appeared at her side.  “Asia, please escort these Gentlemen and Lady to the VIP table.”

“Certainly.”  Asia’s silky coo immediately commanded the men’s attention.  Cate chuckled to herself and stood aside to let her charges pass.  She noticed every pair of eyes was glued to the tiny bedazzled hotpants barely concealing the brunette's shapely derriere as she sashayed into the club.   

Cate couldn’t resist giving Jon’s ass a gentle grope as he shuffled past her, the last in line.  She could barely see his lips curve into a wicked smirk under the mop of dark curls curtaining his face.

“You Bad Girl,” Jon muttered, leaning close as he passed.

Cate giggled softly.  “Just like you like me, Baby.”

“Fuck, yeah.”  Jon captured Cate’s hand in his, tugging gently for her to follow.  He spoke quietly as they strolled into the club’s main room, just loud enough for Cate to hear over the pulsing music . “But you’re gonna get me busted if you keep that shit up.”

Cate leaned close and buried her lips in Jon’s curls, somewhere in the vicinity of his ear.  “Not a chance, Baby.”

They followed the group through the Cheetah’s main lounge, skirting the top of the tiered levels that surrounded the runway and dance floor.  Six topless women gyrated enticingly on the polished surface, several executing acrobatic feats on neon-lit poles.  Spaced throughout the room, single-pole mini-stages featured more nubile women performing solo dances.

Asia led the party down a subtly-lit set of stairs to a plush banquette at the side of the main stage.  A runway extended from the stage to the booth’s wide oval-shaped table, from which a shiny chrome pole jutted upward to the ceiling.  A lower counter curved around the dance floor/tabletop and was set with glasses, ashtrays, and bottles of champagne chilling in silver buckets.  As the men piled into the booth a friendly platinum-blonde stripper strutted over to welcome them.

Cate stood back from the table and watched the men settle themselves before turning to Asia.  “Any charges come to me,” she instructed quietly.  “Whatever these guys want, they get.  Don’t accept any money from any of them.  Especially the Bachelor.” 

Cate pointed to Danny, who was grinning ear-to-ear as his brother laid a stack of bills in front of him.  “Well, except for tips, of course,” Cate amended herself with a chuckle.

“Yes, Miss.”  Asia replied demurely.  She had learned long ago to treat the female patrons of Cheetah’s with extra respect.  They were often the ones who gave the best tips, especially when they accompanied their boyfriends or husbands.  The pretty brunette smiled.  “Are you related to the Groom?”

“I’m the Best Man.” Cate smiled amusedly at the confusion that flickered momentarily in Asia’s expression.  “He’s my best friend, has been for years,” she explained more fully.  “Closer than a brother.”

“That’s nice.”  Asia glanced again at Danny, smiling more genuinely before returning her gaze to the Cate.  “As you can see, we have the service you requested laid out; is there anything else I can get you before your evening begins?”

Cate slipped her hand into the small purse that dangled at her hip and withdrew a folded trio of hundred-dollar bills.  She handed them discretely to the pretty brunette, partially turning her back to the table so the men couldn’t see the transaction.

“Yes, there is something else you can do for me.  Later we will require some ‘private attention’ for the Bachelor.” 

Asia chuckled softly.  Lap dances were a customary bachelor party activity.  “Of course, Miss.  Just signal me when you are ready and I’ll have some of our girls come over.  Does the Bachelor have a preference?  Blonde, Brunette, Redhead… or a combination?”

Cate laughed at the question.  “All of the above.  We’ll have to see what he’s in the mood for tonight.”  She smirked again.  “But what I need is something a bit more discrete.  You see, I’m sure all the Gentlemen…” she tried not to giggle as she used the proper word to describe her less-than-proper companions. “… will be partaking of the private dances.  But I would like to reserve the VIP room for one in particular.”

“Of course, Miss.  I’ll be sure the girls know to treat the Man of the Evening to the full…”

“Actually,” Cate interrupted Asia’s smooth reply.  “It’s not for him.”  She smiled.  “There is another member of the party who will require use of the room.”  She glanced over her shoulder at Jon, who was holding a lighter to the end of Danny’s cigar.  “See the man in the top hat and dark wig?”

“You mean Slash?”  Asia grinned.  The costume had immediately captured her attention when she reported to the Hostess desk to escort this party to their seats.  Just a couple weeks ago she had served the real Slash and his wife when they made one of their occasional visits to Cheetah’s.  This guy’s getup was pretty good; he looked a lot like the real guitarist even though he was shorter and scrawnier and he didn’t have a nose ring.

“Yeah, Slash.” Cate grinned back at the waitress.  “I need you to be sure to have the room reserved for an hour for his exclusive use.  My card is on file at the bar; add the fee to my bill.”

Asia’s eyes widened slightly at Cate’s calm directive.  An hour in the VIP room wouldn’t be cheap, and this woman didn’t look like the usual craps-table winner with money burning a hole in her pocket.  “Yes, Miss.  And… his preference?  Of dancers?”

“Brunette.  Long legs.” Cate snickered.  “If you have anyone who looks like Liz Hurley…”

“Miss?”  Asia’s confusion at Cate’s comment registered in her tone.

“Never mind.”  Cate chuckled again to herself.  “One o’clock should be fine.  And Asia… send the dancer to me first.  Quietly.”

“Yes, ma’am.”  Asia tucked the bills into the waistband of her hotpants.  She wasn’t quite sure what this woman had in mind, but she knew better than to ask.  What she didn’t know couldn’t get her into trouble with the Manager.  And what went on in the VIP room was somebody else’s problem.  “Anything else I can assist you with?”

Cate turned to look at the men, whose attention was now on the busty blonde slithering around the pole in the center of their table.  This time Jon caught her eye with a dirty little smirk.  “I think we’re fine for now, Asia.  We will need some appetizers soon, but for the moment…”

“Absolutely, Miss.”  Asia looked past Cate to give the men a smile.  “I’ll return in a few minutes to check on your party.”

“Thank you.”  Cate nodded at Asia and watched her depart.  She returned her attention to her charges just in time to see Danny tuck a folded bill into the front of the blonde’s neon pink g-string.  And here we go… she thought with a chuckle.

“Hey Foxy...c’mere!”  Jon beckoned to Cate, then patted the seat beside him.  “I got tip money!” 

Cate smiled at Jon’s playful tease as she settled onto the plush bench seat and scooted over close beside him.  She giggled as Jon grinned at her, a fresh cigar clenched between his teeth.

“You better be careful with that thing.  You’ll set your hair on fire.”  Cate reached up to delicately pluck the stogie from his lips.

“That would suck,” Jon chortled, watching Cate’s ruby lips circle around the cigar as she took a slow drag.  As always, he felt a throb of appreciation in his groin.  There were few things that turned him on more than watching a woman smoke a cigar.  Especially this woman.

Cate turned her face away from Jon and puffed out a trio of smoke rings.  Jon growled softly and slipped his hand onto Cate’s warm thigh, his fingers tracing over the band of her fishnet stockings.  He turned his face to her ear.  “You should dress like that all the time.”

Cate chuckled huskily, tipping her head a bit as Jon’s breath tickled her ear.  “I’m sure that would go over well at the office.”

“You’d sure as fuck get a ton of confessions.”  Jon grinned and nibbled lightly on her lobe, making her squirm.  He nuzzled at her cheek before pulling his head back and letting his gaze drop to Cate’s cleavage. 

The dark green and black satin-and-lace bustier presented him a perfect view of her breasts.  Further down, a stretch of tanned thigh was clearly visible between the hem of Cate’s tiny leather miniskirt and the top of her stocking.  Five-inch black leather stiletto ankle boots made Cate a full inch taller than Jon, though with his wig and top hat it wasn’t apparent. 

Her shiny mahogany hair was blown out in luxurious waves and a black velvet ribbon choker hugged Cate’s throat.  Dramatic eye makeup, glossy lips, and wicked-looking ebony nails completed her look, keeping with the party theme.  She looked every bit an 80’s hair metal video vixen.  Jon growled softly at the thought of Cate writhing on the hood of a Jaguar a la Tawny Kitaen.

Cate turned her mischievous smile to Jon, then tipped her head to the dance floor.  “See anything you like out there?”

Jon snorted, knowing better than to lie.  “Yeah.   But I’m just here to watch.  Gonna sit on my hands.”  He grinned lecherously.  “Or better yet, how ‘bout you sit on ‘em?”

He hadn’t watched Cate dress, busy with his own costume.  Jon was curious as hell what she had on underneath that tiny mini.  He knew it wasn’t much; the few quick gropes he had gotten under her skirt so far had yielded nothing but smooth bare skin.

Devilment sparkled in Cate’s deep blue eyes.  “Aww, c’mon Baby.  Don’t be shy… I’m not gonna get mad if you want to leer at the dancers.”  She winked.  “You get a pass tonight.  Just pretend I’m not here.  Do what you normally do when you go out with Richie and the guys.”

“What I normally do is sit in some big chair with a bottle of wine and grin like a drunken fool.”

Cate arched a brow.  “Really?  That’s all?  You don’t even tip?”

“Well… okay.  I tip.  But nothin’ else.  I’m a happily-married man.”  Jon held up his left hand, wiggling his fingers.  “I’m good, honest.  I keep my paws to myself.”  He gave Cate a sheepish smile, remembering his last trip to a Gentleman’s Club with Richie.  “But sometimes the girls don’t.”

“Yeah, I remember,” Cate chortled.  Dropping the cigar into the ashtray next to Jon’s drink, she turned on her hip and looked him in the eye.  “But seriously, Baby.   It’s a bachelor party.”  Her crimson lips curved upward as she slid a hand across Jon’s leather-clad thigh and onto his crotch.  “And as Best Man it’s my job to ensure everyone has a good time.”

Jon sucked in a breath as Cate gave his cock a gentle squeeze.  The wicked gleam in Cate’s swirling sapphire eyes almost made his heart stop.  “How you gonna do that?” he rumbled softly.

“Baby, you’re in a room full of beautiful half-naked women.  There’s champagne and cigars, I got a big stack of bills in my purse and a tab open at the bar.”  She smirked and squeezed again.  “And, in case of emergency… the limo’s on call.”

“I like that idea.”

“Yeah, but Baby…”  Cate purred as she leaned closer, enjoying the tease.  “I can’t just disappear, so early in the party.  I gotta make sure the Groom has a good time.  Besides…”  She drifted closer, her tongue snaking out to brush over Jon’s lower lip.  “Maybe I wanna watch the dancers.  I can appreciate a beautiful woman too, you know.  And who knows?  Maybe I'll pick up a few tips to spice up our routine.”

Jon groaned, his grin broadening.  “You’re just trying to kill me now, aren’t ya?”  The image of Cate up on the table, slithering around one of the neon-lit poles, immediately flashed in his mind.

“No, not at all.”  Cate pulled away from Jon and gave him a saucy smirk, giving one last squeeze before she removed her hand from his lap.  “But you know, these girls gotta make a living.  Least you can do is spread a little cash around while you're here enjoying the scenery.”   

With that Cate unsnapped her purse and took out a folded stack of bills.  She laid them on the table next to the ashtray, then turned to grin at her husband.  “Playtime, Baby.  Have fun.”

“Baby, you are the best wife in the entire fucking world.”  Jon growled happily as he covered her ruby lips with his.

Cate giggled against Jon’s mouth, savoring his excitement.  She returned his heated kiss, then turned her attention to Danny and the boys. 

As promised, their server Asia soon returned to take their drink order.  She was almost immediately followed by a pair of attractive waitresses bearing platters of appetizers.  Suffering from a case of the Munchies due to their alcohol consumption, the men immediately pounced on the food. 

For the next hour the group ate, drank, talked, and laughed, their attention occasionally distracted by a friendly dancer or two who wandered over to check out the party.  Each woman lavished attention on the Bachelor and left well-tipped.  During one of her rounds, Asia gave Cate a conspiratorial smile before leaning down to speak softly in her ear. 

“The arrangements you requested have been made, Miss.  I believe we have the perfect dancer for your Gentleman.  She’s on the floor now; you will meet her in just a moment.  If you wish to speak with her, please come to the bar.”

Cate nodded and gave Asia a smile as she departed. 

“What was that about?”  Jon’s arm was around Cate’s waist, and he gave her a little squeeze as he took another drink from his wine glass.

“The Bachelor’s lap dance,”  Cate fibbed, turning to give Jon a smile.  She giggled as she found herself with a faceful of dark synthetic curls, then puffed and brushed Jon's wig away from her face.  “She asked if Danny was ready yet.”

“I think he’s been ready since he hit the door,” Jon grinned.  He turned his head to nuzzle at Cate’s ear.  “And I’m sure as hell ready for something.  That limo outside?”

Cate chuckled at his dirty intention.  “Sorry, Baby.  I got responsibilities right now.  Best Man.”  But don’t worry, you’ll get your turn.

“Responsibility is overrated.”  Jon growled and captured Cate’s mouth with his.  He kissed her suggestively, then sighed.  “Just you wait ‘til we get back to our suite.”

“Mmmm… promises, promises…”   

With a shared smirk they turned their attention back to the table.  Both Cate and Jon watched as the petite Asian stripper sashayed away from the table, the back of her g-string a-flutter with folded bills.  She was quickly replaced by a long-legged, caramel-skinned brunette with a thick, shiny chocolate waves of hair cascading over her shoulders and breasts.

Spotting Cate, the dancer smirked sexily, her burgundy lips curving into a pucker.  She swung gracefully around the pole centered on their table, then effortlessly hoisted herself upside down, twining her legs around the pole and spiraling  slowly downward.  Bracing her hands on the tabletop, she slithered forward until she was at the table’s curved edge, front of Jon and Cate. 

“What a sexy couple,” she purred, rolling onto her side and slowly sliding a scarlet-tipped hand up her body, her fingers splaying over her round breast.  “A confident woman.  And a man who appreciates her.”

The dancer rolled onto her back and raised one leg, bending her knee until her platform stiletto braced on the tabletop.  Her back arched with the movement, tipping her hips upward.  Her eyes never left Jon and Cate.  “I bet you two have one hell of a sex life.”  Her lips curved into a naughty smile.

Cate smirked in response, silently applauding the brunette’s salesmanship.  She shot a sideways glance at Jon and saw him grinning widely.  She knew behind his shades his eyes were wide with lust as they roved over the brunette’s toned flesh.  Yes, Asia had been right on the money with this one.

Time to fuck with the Boys… Cate thought wickedly, knowing her next action would steal at least Jon’s attention.  She slowly peeled a twenty from the stack of bills on the table, deftly folding it lengthwise with just two fingers.

Cate paused with the bill in her hand as she smirked at the dancer.  Their eyes met in a flash of exchanged acknowledgement.  Cate could see from the woman’s coy smile that both her message and her intention were understood. 

With a quick scan around the table Cate saw all eyes on her, several mouths agape.  Only Danny was grinning smugly back at her.  He and Cate had worked many strip-bar operations together, and nothing could surprise him.

“As a matter of fact, we do.”  Cate replied silkily as she leaned forward, extending her hand.  “You should join us sometime.”

Her fingers curled under the top edge of the red satin triangle barely covering the dancer’s crotch.  Feeling as much as hearing Jon’s gasp of surprise, Cate let her hand linger for a moment before tucking the bill inside.  She let her fingertips trail suggestively across the brunette’s thigh as she withdrew her hand.

“Gladly.  You sound like fun.”  The dancer again rolled lithely onto her side, exchanging another conspiratorial glance with Cate.  She reached out to stroke a finger across Cate’s cheek.  “And you’re fucking gorgeous.”

Cate puckered her lips at the dancer, blowing her a silent kiss before settling back against the plush seat back.  The dancer winked and gracefully slithered away, climbing back up the pole and making a few slow swings around it before sauntering back to the main floor.

With an inward evil chuckle Cate calmly reached for her glass of champagne.  She took a slow sip, perfectly aware of the five pairs of eyes staring at her in disbelief.  Beside her, Jon’s ragged breathing told her she had achieved the desired reaction.

Slowly Cate turned her head to look at the stunned men.  She smiled innocently.  “What?”  She saw Danny grin and shake his head, then raise his glass.

“What the… What the fuck was that?”  Bobby stammered, his eyes still big as saucers.

Brandon chortled dirtily and elbowed Jon in the side.  “Dude.  You are SO fuckin’ gettin’ laid.”

Cate turned her coy smirk to her husband.  She almost lost her cool façade when she saw his stunned expression.  Keep it together, she reminded herself silently.  It’s all part of the game.

“Baby… I’m going to the Ladies’ Room.”  Cate picked up her purse and leaned forward to brush a kiss against Jon’s cheek.  “Be back in a few.”

With that she slid out of the booth and strolled toward the bar.