In a land far, far away

“Emagash where are you taking me?” I asked my handsome boyfriend. “You’ll see!” Rowe explained “I am so murdering you if this is some boring party with one of your friends again” I teased. The last time Rowe towed me along to something that was a ‘surprise’ it ended up being this weird 60’s Beetles throwback party. It consisted of one table of people our own age in a football club of about six other tables all filled with those over fifty. We had only been dating six weeks so our relationship was still fresh. I checked out my boyfriend as we walked, deliciously soft curly brown locks fell at the perfect length framing his jawline. He wore a light blue dress shirt that matched his eyes and dark jeans that perfectly shaped around his muscular legs. Legs that drove his firm d**k into me when we……NO, no, get your mind out of the gutter in public girl. Gosh. As if sensing my discomfort, Rowe peaked at me as we walked, smirking. We turn the next corner, I suddenly realised his smirk was for a different reason. “The strippers?” I asked, slightly embarrassed, but also slightly turned on and curious as to what exactly Rowe had in mind. “No way…” His smirked grew. “Come on, I know you want to…” He pulled me into his body and I looked up at him, into those blue eyes that felt like they saw into my soul.  “I know you weren’t joking when you said ‘maybe we could spice things up at the strippers’ that was way too specific to not be a hint.” He grinned. I couldn’t lie, I was turned on at the idea of going, but also at a slight loss of words with embarrassment. Not wanting to seem chicken I kept a poker face as I leant forward into the crook of his neck, teasing my tongue up towards his ear. He groans, pulling me into his semi-hard c**k. Heh. “I guess I could be game” I whisper seductively into his ear. “Good.” He said. “Because I booked a private room.” He winked at me. God, he is hot.   The club had a high-end look to it, all chrome and straight, clean black lines. Rowe must have put a fair amount of cash into this experience for both of us. I felt a bit chuffed he would do that for me. We walked up to the bar and ordered drinks to get us going. I ordered tequila with lemon-lime and bitters, my favourite. Him, bourbon. After, we walked over to where the hostess was standing behind a sleek podium with two guards either side of her, protecting her. The entrance to the main show. She was gorgeous. Black, silky straight hair hung down to her waist that was accentuated by the white dress she wore. It hugged her curves in all the right places. Her smoky eyes stalked Rowe as we approached, roaming him up and down. A wave of annoyance passed over me before I squashed it, reminding myself that this gorgeous specimen was mine. She could stare all she wanted but she was not going to get any. Not unless I OK’d it first…and I got to join in…of course… My heated cheeks at my thoughts must have caught Rowe’s attention because he gave me a cheeky smile. Cutie. Man, could I be falling in love with this guy only after 6 weeks? It felt like I had known him a lifetime already. “Welcome to Endless Love, do you have a booking?” the hostess looked at us expectantly. “Yes under the name Larkin?” Rowe spoke. The hostesses face registered shock for a brief moment but she regained herself quickly. “W-why yes, of course, I will escort you to your private room myself.” The hostess stuttered briefly but quickly regained control over her facial expression. I looked at Rowe with a small “what the heck?” smile on my face but he just shrugged his shoulders and gently guided me, following the hostess.   The room we were brought too was light but dark at the same time. Delicate fairy lights fell softly behind the sheer curtains covering the walls. The room was sitting in the back of the main club, secluded away. A discrete tv screen was tastefully placed so that you could still view the main show happening on the stage outside the room. The couch was a wicked purple but still fitting in with the design of the club. It looked wide enough to comfortably seat four people and there was a low slung coffee table in front of it for drinks. A soft, sensual beat fell from hidden speakers. It was erotic and calming at the same time. I could see why this was considered the best stripper club in LA. They really put a lot of effort into the design, as well as the fact that they kept the women in the club safe made it the hottest spot to go (pun intended). Rowe and I walked into the room and sat down on the surprisingly comfortable, sleek-looking couch. The hostess walked away with mentions to returning soon. Rowe pulled me against him and I fitted my curves against his body. I sipped on my drink feeling the delicious effects of the drink take over and a wave of calm excitement flurrying over me. “I hope you didn’t wear underwear” Rowe murmured seductively to me. I shivered, good feelings tingling down my spine and into my lady area. “Why don’t you check?” I cheekily commented back. My breath hitched in my throat as Rowe, taking me up on my challenge, slid his hand from where it rested on my arse, down and around to my hot wet core. He all but purred in approval as he slid his fingers between my lips. The excitement of the atmosphere paired with the drink I just finished making me feel giddy and very, very turned on. I wanted to jump this man right now. Right when I thought I was going to get my wish, though, he pulled back with a low chuckle at my pouted lips. “Awwww” I complained “We can’t have you cumming yet baby girl” He looked at me with hooded eyes. Nerves made me feel butterflies. I had wanted to do this for a while but I was just too chicken to do it. Rowe had more experience than me with strippers, a fact he "accidentally" let slip one day. But the thought of doing more exotic things with our s****l relationship stuck in my mind and I wanted to explore that. Over the next week, I made little hints in our conversations and it (obviously) worked because we were here, at the strippers. Hehe. A sharp knock on our door caught me out of my musings and Rowe called out “yup, come in”. The same lady from before, the hostess, came in. She was wearing quite a different outfit. Oh….That kind of explains why she was eyeing Rowe before if she was intending on coming back to us like this. Checking out the goods before checking in. Behind her, another staff member followed, but this one a male. He was holding a chrome silver tray on wheels that held champagne, flutes, strawberries, chocolate fondue and a can of sprayable whipped cream. Heck! This boy went the whole nine yards! I was absolutely thrilled. “Oooooo!” I squealed in delight at the arrangement. More happy juice to help with the nerves. Rowe winked at me as the goods were arranged. The hostess began to introduce herself as she popped the champagne and poured it into the waiting glasses. “Hello I’m Morgan and I will be your pleasure master this evening...” Okay, okay. I was checking her out earlier. She was hot as hell so who was I to complain. Nothing was off the table now. She carried on… “And this is Sam, he will be your pleasure submissive this evening. Whatever you desire, he will happily oblige” Sam turned around and closed the door. I froze, champagne halfway to my lips and my eyes nearly popped out of their head to look at Rowe to check he was okay with this. He gave me a reassuring smile to let me know he was and I did a little “ooohkkaayy” shrug and sipped from my glass. I think I am going to need all of this, plus some…   [Rowe’s POV] Her face is priceless, lips popped in a little "o" shape as the hostess, Morgan, reveals that she is not pleasuring us alone this evening. I had mentioned to Annabelle that I was Bi but I still worried a little even though I acted calm and cocky as I winked at her. What can I say? I like it kinky. Ann was preoccupying herself with her champagne and I took the opportunity to lean over and grab her throat, kissing her neck I licked a thick wet line to her ear and sucked on the lobe. I flicked a look at Sam and nodded my head assertively towards Annabelle. Sam walked over, looking Ann in the eyes for permission. She swallowed deeply and nodded once, I grabbed her thigh and pulled her leg open and pushed her skirt up to her waist. She gasped but did not stop me as I rubbed her hard nub with my thumb over her sexy lace undies. Naughty girl was wearing underwear… Sam came down on her then, massaging her thighs and teasing along her crease, so close, with his mouth. Morgan approached me then. “We cannot have you missing out on the action now can we Rowe”. On her knees in front of me whilst I massaged Ann’s neck, shoulders, breasts… “Let me help you with that” Morgan smoothed her hands over the bulge of my pants, unbuttoning them and letting my length spring free from its restraint. Morgan’s plump lips slowly lowered over me and a forced breath escaped my own. Ann’s eyes were heavy-lidded at seeing my pleasure and experiencing her own. Sam had moved her undies to the side and his lips were now massaging hers. Both of us in the throws of intense lust and sensation I captured Annabelle’s lips. I flicked the pert edge of her n****e, the responding groan was erotic and it took all of my self-restraint not to c*m immediately. What with Morgan working her magic. As I neared my release I increased my assault on Ann’s body to make sure she got hers too. A high pitched, ‘Oh” escaped her lips as she rode out her orgasm and I immediately gave in to my own, Morgan swallowing the c*m shooting down her throat. Morgan sexily licked her lips and Sam helped clean up with his tongue. The double assault was so good. “Now I believe we discussed some bondage?” Morgan asked. “Are we okay with that still?” directed to Ann. Ann squeaked out a breathy “yeah”.   This was going to be a good night.