"Look fella's, I appreciate the hospitable gesture but I'm really not interested," said a tall dark man in a navy blue suit and red tie.
Despite the loud club music Simon's
voice was still distinct and direct, "Congressman Vasquez, it's truly an honor
to have you at the Damsel, and it'd really upset everyone that works here if
you didn't have a dance on the house... I'm sure with your liberal affiliations
you've got a lot of potential voters here tonight."
"I don't think my policies mention much
about strip clubs, really though, I made a promise to a friend that'd I'd come
to this bachelor party. I didn't know it would be at a strip club, not not that
there is anything wrong with that, I just really would like to be left alone."
The last few words of Congressman
Vasquez's sentence fell on deaf ears, Simon was already outside of the
Congressman's circle of body guards and headed back to the other side of the
club.
The Congressman watched Simon as he
approached a tall dark skinned blonde in a red dress. The talked for a moment
and then she started to walk to the other side of the club, in Vasquez's
direction. His heart muffled in his chest.
In a few short seconds, long dark legs
slipped past the body guard wall and next to Vasquez. The long dark legs tied
off at a tight waist and peaked with a beautiful smile and a spark made with
the wink of an eye. Vasquez was half in the bag. Kitten slid one of her legs up
against the inside of Vasquez's thigh as she whispered something that would
make the Devil blush.
Kitten got off Vasquez's lap but kept
hold of his hand. He nodded his head and got out of his seat. His bodyguards
twitched in toward Kitten but he eased them down and exited their protective
circle. Kitten led the Congressman into a small dark room lined with seats made
of red velvet. She put her mouth up to his ear and out slipped her tongue. Her
tongue licked his ear as she pushed him down onto the chair. Kitten backed up
and turned around. She could feel Vasquez's eyes on her body, she moved her
hips, and she could feel which area of her body he was staring at. She backed
up to Vasquez and exposed more of her left leg by hiking up her dress. She
turned at the waste and grabbed hold of Vasquez's hand then placed it on the
zipper. She nudged him with her hips and soon the zipper in his hand went from
her shoulder blades to the small of her back. The sound of a camera's click
echoed in the room. Vasquez heard nothing.
Kitten flicked her hips out one more
time and the little red dress fell to the floor as a crumpled wreath. She turned
around with the blink of an eye wearing only a small red thong. She held
Vasquez by the wrists as she made him hug her around the waist. She pushed his
hands into her flesh until he was between her skin and the string of her
underwear. Kitten's skin was dry and calm; Vasquez's hands were sticky with
sweat and roughly ran down her legs with her thong following behind. The sound
of a camera's eye winking snapped off so often that even Kitten started to
forget about it. Simon, who was hiding behind a black curtain near the door of
the room gritted his teeth and continued to snap away pictures of sin.
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