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.