Don't be too quick to judge

I want to see you carry out your fantasies… let me be near you when you are being insubordinate. I want to feel your excitement. You smell of sweat and vanilla. You come close to him and I close my eyes imagining your warm breath smelling of amaretto as you whisper sex into his ear. I stay back in the shadows as you saunter up the stairs… you are back on your throne. The light shines down on your body… it glistens with nervousness and sexiness. Leaning back on the bar I pull out a cigar… I light a Zippo and I can see you grabbing the pole through the fire. You push yourself onto it and open your legs… I watch as every man secretly wishes they were the pole sliding up and down your pussy. 

They are yearning for you and all of your dirtiness… dreaming that their boring wives could be bad like you. As I sit in my smoky corner, I can’t wait for you to come home with me… until then I stare seductively at your body. I am certain you smell of money. I love to see cash from those married men stuck to your filthy, sweaty body. I feel as though I am hallucinating… how could one woman dance with the music as if she were the song? So beautiful in the midst of smoke, sex, money, drugs, alcohol and horny men… I lean forward, finish my drink, and catch the eye of a dancer. She walks over to me… I want you to see me wanting her. She leans close and dances on my lap. Her skin is smooth and there is a faint scent of cheap perfume. I look up and my eyes lock on your eyes… you watch as I put my hands on her hips and she knows you are mine. Her arrogance and your jealousy turn me on tremendously. She presses herself against me and I can feel her nipples harden against my chest. I slide my hand down her tacky sequined thong and she moans and moves closer to me. I look at the stage and your intense eye contact sends chills through my spine. I feel the dancer’s warm wet lips against my neck and I put my fingers inside of her. 

She leans back and puts her arms around my neck. The fact that no one knows what is really going on, except you is simply exhilarating. I close my eyes still inside of the dancer and think about your boots… thigh high black stiletto boots. You know how to work your boots better than any other dancer. The illusion you create when you are dancing makes every man and woman want to succumb to you. If you demanded they lick your boots while you watched their tongues slide down the black leather… willingly they would get down on all fours and obediently start shining your boots with their mouths. Snapping back to the “here and now,” I feel my hand soaked with the dancer’s excitement. I pull out another Cuban and she gets up and grabs my Zippo from the bar. She smiles and lights it, quickly snapping it shut as she saunters away. I hear them announce last call and I tip the bartender and walk over to the dancer...I slip a $100 bill into the back of her G-String nonchalantly. I walk out of the club and feel the sticky air blow through my hair… and decide to wait for you in the car. Leaning back I hear the sound of stilettos hitting the pavement and the car door opens. You sit down and lean your head back, reeking of sleaze. I start the car and I feel you pull my hair so my head snaps back… and in the same moment I feel your lips press against mine. Biting my lip,I feel your hand in my hair pulling it as hard as you can…. I let you take control as I feel your hand go up my shirt. 

I want to fuck you…now. I want you here in the parking lot, in the car. I still smell of the dancer and her cheap perfume….I know you cant stand it. You want to fuck me as much as I want to do that to you. Deep down inside I know that dancer turns you on…I see you close your eyes as I pull you onto my lap leaning back I feel your fingers pushed inside forcefully. I gasp biting my lip…. you’re being so rough but I like it when you make it hurt a little. I grab the seat with my arms behind my head and you put your warm, wet mouth around my nipple. I close my eyes and I feel you give my nipple ring a tug and I moan your name. You put your mouth on the other and bite it…. I dig my nails into the seat as I take pleasure in the pain that you are causing. As the windows steam up I see a man approaching the car…. he stops by the passenger side and knocks on the window softly. 

You hit the window controls inadvertently and the humid night air blows into the car…revealing the owner of the club. With your fingers still inside of me you continue fucking me. You look up as nonchalant as ever and smile at the club owner. I hear part of the conversation but am still trying not to lose my cool as a feel you on my clit…. and then just as suddenly as it happened the club owner was walking back inside. You put your fingers in my mouth and whisper in my ear… “He wants me to meet with a client for about an hour tonight”. I look at you and finish sucking your fingers…. “Ok, are you dancing for him?”. “Yeah,” you mumble, “It won’t take long…. he said he would pay like 2 grand…. he is one of the clubs highest paying customers” you say matter of fact. “All right I’ll wait here” I snap back kind of irritated. I watch as you get out of the car walking over to the black Mercedes Benz parked in the alley near the club’s side exit. The license plates read BENZ TOY. I knew you wouldn’t be dancing… so I lean back and light a cig. 

I see a tall white, attractive male get out of the car and put his arm around your waist. I see you move into the shadows along the sidewall of the building where I can no longer see you. My jealousy always gets the better of me; I have to get a closer look. I open the car door and slither out on to the pavement like a snake hunting her prey. I make my way over to the far corner of the parking lot, near the entrance to the alley. I rest my back against the defiled building. I look over to see you crouching in front of your “client.” Taking a drag off of my cigarette, I let it filter out slowly… and I watch as it seductively dances, then vanishes into the obsidian sky. You put your warm wet mouth around his cock. He puts his rough hands into your soft, silky, jet-black hair and tugs you head back and forth. Looking down at you he watches, in and out… in and out… in and out. Pulling you up, he pushes you against the brick wall. I can almost see his immoral and sordid thoughts about your salacious body. You put your hands above your head and he grabs both of your wrists to make sure you know he is in control right now. Grabbing your thigh, he holds your leg at his side and yanks your skirt up. You lean your head back and bite your supple, luscious lip as he starts fucking you against the wall. 

The grainy cragged brick scratches your smooth, satiny, caramel colored back. Looking away, I flick my cigarette and think about his wife tucking his children into bed after reading a bedtime story to them. She slips into a pretty, feminine nightgown and lays down as thoughts of her perfect life and faithful, hardworking husband lull her to sleep. I snap myself back to “reality” and see you bent over the back of the Mercedes. Your tits are pushed onto the cold black metal as he fucks you on his $70,000 car. I see him lean onto you as he comes, his white arms are wrapped around your impure, brown body. I think about that color contrast and realize just how much I love your brown skin against mine, it feels so right. Zippering up his pants, he hands you money and you politely accept. You are so disheveled as you try to piece yourself back together. Pulling down your skirt and fixing your hair, I see you walking towards the entrance to the club parking lot. 

I creep back to the car and wait. Reeking of sex, you open the car door and sit down, leaning your head back. Looking over at you, I touch your messy hair and obediently you hand the money to me. I shove it in my pocket and start driving home. The silence was almost deafening. I was livid and I knew that you knew this. I then feel your breath on my neck and in my ear, whispering, “Let me make it up to you.” You lean down, lifting my shirt with your mouth. Your soft tongue glides up and down my cleavage. You stop and give me a hickey between my breasts. I try hard to maintain my composure as I feel you biting my neck. Leaving marks to let the world know that I am yours. Your lips and tongue slide along my jaw line and I feel my caramel skin melting into your caramel mouth as my anger subsides. I drove home and you made love to me the only way you knew how to.

The next day I decide to accept your physical apology the only way I know how. I leave a note on the pillow along with a mirror. On this note it says, “Look into the mirror, then turn the note over.” On the opposite side it says “Nothing could be more beautiful.” Sitting in my office, I put my client on hold to answer a call from my secretary. I advise it is ok to let you in. As I start wrapping up the phone call in you saunter. I can’t keep my eyes off of you; you look absolutely delectable in black stiletto Manolo Blahniks with dark Prada jeans and a black Prada cami – no bra. You pull your Gucci shades down and smile. Getting up I hang up the phone and move the papers off of my desk and pull you over to me. With your legs wrapped around me, I put you on the desk and start unzipping your jeans to reveal a subtle belly chain hanging just above your thong. 

Outside of my office I hear the Director of Marketing chatting with other higher ups. I hear her discussing her husband’s new car and another woman mentions the sleazy new strip club and how slutty the girls are that work there. A part of me gets upset, but I continue to listen while my face is in your pussy. The Director of Marketing mentions what a workaholic her husband is and how he has no interest in things like that. She went on to chat about how insecure women are and that is why men cheat and go to clubs like that. They all laugh and politely agree. The subject quickly changes back to the car. “Yes and Ben has the cutest license plates on his Mercedes, and I picked the color.” I smile as you kiss me and zip up your jeans. “So I’ll see you tonight,” you say exasperated. I see you open the door and smile at all of the boring wives. 

Looking at the Director of Marketing you smile and slowly walk to the elevator. I regroup and sit back down. She then comes into my office smiling. “Was that your girlfriend?” she asks. “Yes,” I stutter. “She is so classy, and such a beautiful girl,” she says confidently. “Well thank you… so I overheard your husband bought a new Mercedes,” I say desperately trying to change the subject and suck up. “Yes, yes, he did,” she says proudly. “Let me guess, it’s black,” I say knowingly. “Well how did you know? I don’t remember mentioning the color?” she says a bit disturbed. “Ah well you did mention you picked the color and I thought about what a secure, strong and confident woman you are. Black seemed fitting.” She smiles, “I always knew I liked you; you are so sharp and intelligent. Keep up the good work!” “So what does his license plates say?” I ask interested. She laughs and says “Benz Toy.” I get up, “Me, intelligent? Nah, but your husband sounds pretty clever…. ‘Benz Toy’… I like that…” I say, smiling deviously.