Confessions of a Lapdancer. Литагент HarperCollins USD
on swivelling, spinning and arching my back to the music for a good five minutes and finished on an ambitious move. Bending forwards with my head near the bottom of the pole and my hands halfway up it, I levered my legs off the floor and up to the vertical, wrapping my legs around the pole and gripping with my ankles to pull myself up, grabbing the pole again with my hands and gently circling around with my legs pointed in opposite directions until I was back on the ground again.
I was operating in absolute fight-or-flight mode and would probably feel the pain later.
When I was back on my feet, I realised everyone in the bar had been watching me and not even the security guards who had been so keen to eject Luke earlier had tried to stop me.
Ryan was transfixed and the Brothers, along with the rest of the male clientele, gave me a standing ovation.
‘Geri, you go girl, that’s more like it!’ one of the guys yelled, while Luke was pushed towards the back. I was drenched in sweat but every nerve ending in my body was tingling.
‘Thanks, guys,’ I said. ‘I’m not making a speech, but suffice to say I had a ball.’
‘Well, I think it’s more that you’ve got balls, Geri,’ said Tania. ‘Bravo to you too.’
I wondered why they’d let a female customer get away with stripping off and using the club’s equipment when I clocked a man in the top booth signalling to security to hang back. It was the same dark-haired guy that I saw Tania talking to at the bar earlier. I couldn’t figure out how or why she knew him but I was so flushed with excitement I didn’t care.
Gathering up my clothes, I waved to the boys and motioned to Ryan to accompany me.
I couldn’t resist shooting Luke a triumphant look.
I put my top and boots back on and we hailed a taxi back to Ryan’s apartment on the Isle of Dogs.
‘Jesus, Geri, I mean … Jesus, that was fucking amazing … where the hell did you learn how to do that?’ gasped Ryan, trying to conceal his erection.
‘I guess I’m just a natural, sweetie,’ I teased. ‘You have to be damned athletic to pole dance and I’m practically an acrobat.’
‘The guys from the office couldn’t believe what they were seeing, especially Luke,’ he said. ‘That was just such a genius stroke to pull, but aren’t you worried about what’s going to happen when you go back to work tomorrow?’
‘To be honest, Ryan, I couldn’t give a flying fuck now,’ I said. ‘If women like Tania can flash their tits and still get a job, then why should I care about being one of the boys?’
‘Good for you, Geri,’ he said, grinning from ear to ear. ‘I can’t wait to find out what your new game is, babe!’
‘Ryan, I’m not your babe or anyone else’s,’ I replied. ‘Just shut up and come here.’
And with that I grabbed the back of his head and kissed him deep and hard, plunging my tongue into his mouth.
Our hands were all over each other as the taxi headed back to Ryan’s place. I didn’t give a shit about the driver getting an eyeful. After the club, I felt stripped of inhibitions. When the cab pulled up, I swung open the door and stood on the pavement with feet apart and arms crossed, waiting for him to pay.
I kept him at arm’s length all the way up to his third-floor flat and waited until we were both safely inside before I told him what I wanted to do to him.
He tore off his jacket and was about to unbuckle his belt when I interrupted him.
‘No, Ryan, I want you fully clothed,’ I said in my best dominatrix voice, pushing him into the front room, which overlooked the river and Canary Wharf all lit up. ‘Get that dining chair and put it in the middle of the floor.’
‘Yes, mistress!’ he laughed, but I could see he was slightly nervous.
‘Right, sit down and stay down,’ I said.
I went over to his iPod decking station and put on one of my favourite tracks from Massive Attack’s Mezzanine album.
I took off the silk scarf I was wearing and used it to tie his hands behind his back, running my hands through his thick black hair before striding off to strip down to my thong and black lace bra, but this time putting back on the stiletto-heeled black leather ankle boots I’d had to discard while pole dancing.
Ryan looked terrified now, as if I was about to eat him alive.
‘OK, are you ready, big boy?’ I teased, before swinging my hips and easing them forward until I was straddling his lap. ‘You can look but not touch, and I don’t want to hear a peep out of you.’
I started grinding down as I straddled him, pushing my tired thigh muscles to their limit.
Grabbing the chair behind his head, I jiggled my breasts inches from his face and put my lips as close to his as I could without them touching.
He writhed beneath me, desperate to grab my flesh, his cock trying to burst out above his waistband.
I pulled away from him before turning round and bending over with one hand on each of my cheeks, swaying to and fro to the music and inching towards Ryan, who was quietly whimpering by now.
Backing closer to him, I dipped down as if to sit on his lap before reaching behind me and brushing my hand against his crotch.
Ryan was doing everything he could to contain himself while I was getting off on frustrating him. But after another five-minute bump and grind, I stopped. Part of me wished he would just say, ‘I have to have you now,’ pick me up, carry me into the bedroom and ravish me.
But no, he was happy to submit to me and I kind of resented the fact that he was so compliant.
Without warning, I pulled him up from the chair without untying his hands, dragged him into the bedroom and pushed him on to the duvet.
‘OK, Ryan, your time has come,’ I announced. ‘I want cock and I want it now.’
‘God, Geri, you’re unbelievable … I’ve never been so turned on.’
‘Shut up before I gag you,’ I said, undoing his belt buckle and his fly in rapid succession. ‘You do what I tell you and nothing else.’
Even as I spoke the words, I was daring him to argue back, to contradict me. In short, to have some backbone.
‘Sure, whatever you say, babe – you’re the boss.’
How I wished he’d be more of a man, put up a fight and make it more interesting for me but no, he was happy to let me do all the work.
‘You know it’s my fantasy to be dominated by a woman,’ he said.
‘Right, lie there, don’t move, and let me do what I want.’
I pulled off his suit trousers with one tug, followed by his socks. His thick, seven-inch cock was already standing to attention through the front of his boxers, so I was immediately on my knees, teasing it with my tongue.
I licked each side like a lollipop, then flicked around the helmet, gently taking the tip into my mouth and sucking a little before working up and down the shaft with deep kisses. He tasted salty, like clean sea water.
I pulled off his boxers and took his length right down into the back of my throat, easing it in and out, fighting the urge to gag. It was my party trick and I knew he loved it.
‘Mmmmmm, Geri, you give such fucking great head … careful, I might cum in your mouth …’
I withdrew. ‘You most certainly will not.’
He looked like a naughty schoolboy, lying there in his shirt and loosened tie, naked from the waist down.
I peeled off my underwear and unlocked the clasp on my handbag, extracting a condom. Tearing open the wrapper with my teeth, I gently teased it on to Ryan’s