Ibis - Leviathan Laroche (love letters to the dead .txt) 📗

the offered hand. 

"Ernie! Dude! Good to see you!"

"Man, you sure haven't gotten any smaller," Ernie smiled, and shook his head, looking Johan up and down..

"All in the 'jeans' man," Johan chuckled. "All in the 'jeans'."

I smiled at their banter. They were like old football buddies.

"Heh, heh. Always the joker. Man, I can't believe you're here! What brings you down this way, anyway?" 

"A nice morning on the beach, a taste for a decent beer, and remembering you had a place down here."

"Well, I'm glad you came," he said, turning to me. "And this li'l lady would be your Shannon."

"Pleased to meet you," I said, standing and offering my hand.

I blushed as he accepted it and kissed the back of it. A black guy had never kissed me before. His coal black eyes pierced mine and I dropped my gaze to the floor. We all sat back down on the bar stools. Ernie pulled one over to make a triangle shape between us.

"So when does this place rock, buddy?" Johan asked.

Ernie looked at his watch. 

"Strippers should be here within the half hour. There's a 'special' show on today though. Place should start filling up in an hour, maybe earlier. Honestly though," he said, leaning towards us and nodding in the old guy's direction. "Old Jack over there is the reason we open early. He's a fixture around here. Nowhere else to go, I don't reckon."

Ernie beckoned to the bartender and he approached. 

"Andy? These guys drink on the house, okay?"

"Yeah, boss. No problem." 

Andy returned to cleaning and setting up glasses. Johan was his well-mannered self.

"You don't have to do that, ya know."

"Hey, 'for old times sake', okay?"

"Man, nothing tastes as good as free beer," said Johan, taking another mouthful. 

I just smiled and sipped mine. I could hear their voices, talking about the old neighbourhood and what had happened to everyone. To be honest, it all went over my head. Not because I wasn't listening. I was trying to listen. But I was biting my tongue, trying to distract myself from my throbbing nipples as well. I also couldn't help glancing over at the stage and wondering what it must be like to be up there.

Spotlights. Music thumping. Men cheering. Leering. Slipping money into the side of my g-string. Twirling away and giggling. Shaking my breasts at them. Turning around and lowering the g-string slowly down over my ass and hearing the crowd going nuts...

"It must be so weird being up there," I whispered.

The guys turned towards me and I gasped when I realised I'd spoken out loud.

"What was that, baby?"

"Um, nothing," I replied, biting my lip and blushing madly.

Ernie turned around and recognised immediately what I had been looking at. He turned back to Johan and they spoke like I wasn't even there.

"She thinks it'd be weird being up on the stage."

"Is it?" asked Johan.

"I think that's a pretty good description. But I also think it depends on the motivation to do it."

"Which varies..."

"Yeah. Some of the strippers are college students. Some are pros. I have one who's a Mom, lives about three hours from here. It takes all kinds."

"But they have to be lookers."

"True enough. The best dancers aren't always the best looking, though. The best dancers are the ones who like being up there."

Johan turned to me.

"Would you like to go up there?"

Words burst from my mouth before I even considered them. "Can I?"

"Is that okay?" Johan asked Ernie.

"Damn, girl. Sure you can. I'll even turn on the lights and music for you. Would you like that?"

I bit my lip again and looked over at the stage, then scanned around. There were only a few guys in the place. Six, in fact. I counted. And Johan was one of them. Whatever happened, whatever I did, if Johan was there, I'd be safe. 

Maybe if Ernie could lock up for a minute... 

"What if someone comes in?" I asked him.

"Baby?" Johan asked.

I turned a little to look at him.

"The doors stay open. Come and give me a kiss."

I swallowed and stood, straightening my short skirt. At least I didn't have to take my clothes off. I smiled as I walked around Ernie and into Johan's arms. For a second his lips crushed mine and I gasped. His hand gripped my ass cheek tightly and possessively. As he released it and patted my ass, his fingertips tapped the end of the butt plug. 

Johan's sudden kiss had ignited my fire and I looked into his eyes. I had no idea what Ernie was doing, but I guessed he was watching us. 

Johan's gaze was so intense I found myself concentrating solely on him, as if no one else was there. I held my breath. His hands glided up my arms and rested on my shoulders. I wished I could tell him how much I wanted him to get a room and fuck me. Fuck me hard. God, this day was already too much. I needed... Something... Anything... 

Then it dawned on me. 

More. 

A dull roar began in my ears and I had butterflies in my tummy.

Johan spoke and my mind flickered back to reality.

"Go on then. It'll be fun. We'll be right here by the bar." 

"I don't know..." I whispered.

"Go on, baby. It won't hurt just to see."

"If you think it would be okay..."

"Sure it will. I'll keep an eye out for you."

"A... all right."

Ernie piped up.

"I'll go turn on the music and spotlights."

Ernie disappeared while Johan held me by the shoulders as I stood between his spread legs. We were looking eye to eye, but he was still sitting on his bar stool. He chuckled. He leaned in to me and kissed my nose. Then he leaned back and whispered an inch from my face.

"Hold my cock."

I swallowed, glancing around.

"Now?"

"Look at me." 

I did.

"You're my hot little slut. And my hot little slut loves to hold my cock, doesn't she?"

"Y... yesss," I hissed, my fingers wrapping around his cock, thick in his jeans.

He leaned in closer, brushing his lips barely against mine and I shuddered. I felt warm and tingly all over. Johan brought his hands up between us. I glanced at the barman and saw him watching us, polishing a glass and smiling. Johan's fingers and thumbs encircled my nipples, then tightened and lifted them upward.

God!

My knees almost buckled. I thought he was going to shake my breasts again but he didn't. He just tightened further and twisted as he held up my nipples. My eyes closed. I couldn't bear the barman watching us any more. The pain from my nipples sent a thrill racing down my backbone, around the butt plug and up and down my pussy. I was holding my breath and I expelled it in a rush as Johan's fingers finally relented.

My breasts bounced and my nipples ballooned. They surged out from my breasts, aching and throbbing. I wanted him to do it again. With my eyes closed, my mouth searched for his, and I tried to press into his hands. But I felt them take hold of my shoulders and halt my progress. I pouted and opened my eyes. Then I slowly licked my lips. I felt so fucking naughty. Out of the corner of my eye I could see the bartender staring right at my tits.

"Dance for me," Johan whispered, staring into my eyes and grabbing my attention. "See if you can make my cock harder."

He turned me towards the stage and slapped my ass hard.

"Do it."

I walked out of the safety of his warm hands and into oblivion. My excitement grew the closer I came to the stage. From the corner of my eye I could see old Jack watching me. I was trailing my fingertips over the red carpet and walking around the teardrop shape of the stage. Looking closely at the shiny gold pole, I could see my long thin reflection staring back at me. When I reached the end of the stage I found three steps up onto it. 

I mounted the stairs and felt the wetness of my pussy on the inside of my thighs. The roar in my ears was increasing. Suddenly a song started. I couldn't remember the name of it, but I'd heard it before and I knew how it went. It started with a woman singing and I knew I had a minute before the thumping music started.

Accompanied by this woman's voice, I walked out along the narrow runway to the stage. The runway speared out into the middle of the room and the stage was strategically placed so guys could sit all around it. When I reached it, I slipped my fingers around the pole and held it as I swung around in a circle. Its cool, smooth surface ran through my hand easily like it was highly polished. I smiled to myself and shook my head, attempting to clear the sexual fog in my brain. I went once round the pole with my eyes on the floor then glanced up at where I hoped Johan would be. He and Ernie were sitting side-by-side at the bar holding beers in their laps and watching me intently. I saw Ernie raise the remote control and the lights in the bar dimmed. That was the last I saw of them. Like lightning the spotlights burst onto me and everything beyond them went black. 

A flash of panic went through me. I couldn't see who could see me. 

It could be anybody.

A strange thrill followed right on the heels of that thought. I decided then and there that it was much better this way. I smiled at my thoughts.

I held the pole tight in my hand as I walked around it again, steady and confident, still in my sandals, short cotton skirt and pink tank top. I wrapped my arm around it and hugged it to me as the beginning of the song ended and it paused before the music started and it picked up speed. My heart thudded in my chest against the pole. The singer sang the words 'I Will Survive' and I smiled as I remembered it was the title of the song. It almost felt cheesy. Then I realised how perfect it was as the song wound up and I slid down the pole, one leg on either side, my pussy pressed up against it through my skirt. As I slid down, my skirt rode up, and I wondered how many strippers had pressed their cunts up against this very pole. 

The thought made me blush scarlet as I slid back up again and out and around the pole, holding it with my left hand. This time I was leaning outwards, as though only the pole was holding me from falling. With my back to my audience, I secretly brushed my hand down my front, feeling how hard my right nipple was, and how wet my pussy had become. 

The song had hit a small peak and had started again slowly. I released the pole and stood with my back turned, and slowly ran my hands down my hips and over my ass. God, I felt so decadent. I wondered if I could make them cry out for more. Then I wondered whether they would see how shiny my inner thighs were if I raised my skirt a little. 

 

I planted my feet about a foot apart and stuck out my ass. I smiled hugely and wiggled it as I heard Johan call out, "Yeah! That's beautiful, baby!" My eyes closed and I felt my hands open, palms caressing my ass over my skirt as they slid down, down, down the backs of my thighs. I bent over almost to ninety degrees. I wondered if they could see my pussy. As I arched my back and slowly came back up, I let my hands slightly raise my skirt and a huge thrilling chill ran over my skin. My ears roared. 

The beat picked up and I turned around, planting one foot to the beat, then the other. With my feet stationary, I shook my upper body one way, then