Sassy Saturday

"Let's go in here."  Monica pulled Troy's hand and led him in to a club.

The club was dark and lit with little more than neon lights on the walls.  Music thumping, Monica couldn't hear Troy speaking to her.  He pulled her hand and caused her to fall back against his chest.

"Mon, this is a strip club."

"I know."  Monica winked at him and again started walking to the back of the club.  She sat at a booth in the far corner.  Troy sat next to her and glared at her.

"Why are we here?"

"You'll see."

The topless waitress bounced her way over and leaning her DD's in Troy's face, she asked for their drink order.  Troy licked his lips and Monica couldn't help but giggle.  She reached under the table and stroked his hardening cock through his jeans.  "You like?"  Monica whispered in his ear, then nipped the lobe.

"Uh..."  Troy's face was red, she could tell even in the dark.  Monica knew this birthday surprise would supersede what she had done for him last year, hiring a stripper to come to the house.  They'd talked a lot that night and she'd concocted a scenario that was a full year in the making.  She couldn't wait to see it play out tonight.  Monica ordered two Mojitos.

When the waitress returned with their drinks, Monica downed hers quickly.  Her panties were already wet just thinking about what was coming next and in a few minutes, everything was about to begin.  Troy looked at her glass, then at her face and he smiled.  He knew she was up to something now.

"Hello.  How are you folks doing tonight?"  Monica smiled at the pretty brunette that had stopped at their table.  She had on a silver skirt that barely covered her black lace-covered pussy.  Her stocking were held in place with a black garter belt and she wore silver fuck-me heels.  A black and silver slip of material crossed her enormous, perky breasts like a tiny tube top. Monica tipped her head towards Troy and once again, a look of bewilderment came over his face.

"Come with me please, sir."  Troy took her hand and followed her to the rooms in the back.   Monica went with them.

"I'm Lana.  Monica wanted to wish you a very special birthday tonight."

"Troy, first, happy birthday, my love.  Second, I've hired Lana for a special, private lap dance.  You cannot touch her.  She can touch you, however.  And, you and I can touch each other.  Also, Lana is allowed to touch me.   We are going to start off with a little fantasy I came up with and then give you one wish."

Troy's face was one giant smile.  He licked his lips and wiggled in the seat that Lana had led him to.  It wasn't very comfortable, but it would allow both women easy access to him.  He adjusted his rock hard erection and took a deep breath.  He watched Lana turn on the music and she began to strip off her top, very slowly.  Her large breasts were perky and round.  Lana leaned towards Troy ever so slightly, her breasts in front of his mouth and she tugged on her nipples.

While Troy was entranced with Lana, Monica got on her knees between his legs and nudged his legs wide.  He didn't take his eyes off of Lana, until Monica pulled down the zipper of his pants.  His cock sprung out, his boxers unable to hold it back.  Monica pulled his boxers down around his shaft, through the slit in the front and licked his dripping head.  Troy jerked his hips.

Lana ran her hands over Monica's head, then pushed her head down as she straddled her head.  Troy's eyes popped open wide.  He could lick Lana's breast if he stuck his tongue out.  In her heels, she was tall enough to be over  Monica as she sucked and licked Troy's cock.  He wasn't going to last long and he tapped Monica on the cheek twice, his silent code for her to stop.  Instead she licked and sucked harder, taking him deep in her throat.  He blew seconds later, his whole body bucking, forcing his cock deep in her throat.

Monica grinned and then twisted her body, so she sat on the floor between Troy's legs, and tilted her head back, resting it in his lap.  Monica stuck her tongue out and Lana squatted over her face.  Her legs were rubbing against Troy's as her pussy came in to contact with Monica's tongue.  Lana proceeded to dance and grind against Monica mouth as she straddled them both.  To anyone glancing in, it would almost look as if Lana was merely dancing on Troy's lap...until they saw the legs splayed out beneath her.

Monica didn't touch Lana, but kept to the rules and allowed Lana to do all the work.  Lana moaned and swirled her hips against Monica's mouth while she caressed and squeezed her own breasts.  Troy was rock-hard again already, his shaft throbbing against the top of Monica's head.  Lana's orgasm shook her whole body and she braced herself against Troy's shoulders.

Monica licked her lips and smiled at Lana.  As Lana stepped back from Troy's lap, Monica turned around and once again on her knees, stretched her body up to kiss Troy hard.  She wanted him to taste Lana on her lips and tongue.  He leaned down and met her half-way, his soft lips caressing hers, his tongue plundering her mouth, swirling around and tasting her thoroughly.

He pulled his head back, cupped her face and stared into her eyes.  "You are so fucking hot, Mon," Troy rasped out.

"You are so getting fucked hard and fast all night long, love," Monica replied.  "Now, birthday boy, what is your wish?"

Troy grinned.  This was already the best birthday ever and it was only going to get better.

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More to come soon!  I will be publishing an anthology in February where all of my teasers will be expanded upon and wrapped up nicely. Troy and Monica will be there as well.  ;)  

Hope you enjoyed this #SassySaturday tease.  If so, please feel free to comment, share, "Like", tweet and so on!

XOXO

~J~

Sassy Saturday

Since it is the last Saturday before Christmas, I thought I'd do something sassy with Santa for my readers. Of course, for those who are quite literal, I am referring to something sexy and fun with a pretend Santa. *wink.*  And, as usual, audiences of 18+ ONLY please.  Thank you!!

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Phoebe grabbed her coat and headed to the back door.  If she was quick enough, she could escape before her boss caught up to her.  She didn't want to work overtime and she definitely didn't want to be "Santa's Helper" for the employee party.  It went the same way every year.  The kids had their turn with Santa and got a little gift, then went to the smaller dance hall where a team of babysitters waited to fill them with cake, candy and soda so the adults could drink and party.  Phoebe loved the first part, spending time handing out gifts to the children.  It was the adults-only part that she was trying to avoid.

"Phoebe!"  Mr. Dayton ran after her huffing and puffing.  He held up a finger as she stood there staring at him.  He bent over, trying to catch his breath.  "I need...your help...with the...party."

"Mr.Dayton, I'm really tired.  I just wanted to get home and get out of this silly elf costume."

"You don't like it?"  His breathing was more normal now.  "It fits you so well and you look so..."  He left the sentence dangling, waving his hand up and down in a "look at you" gesture.  Phoebe couldn't stop the eye-roll.  

She knew how she looked.  She'd been hearing it all night.  Unfortunately, it was from every married man in the building, including Mr. Dayton.  Married men were a huge no-no for her.  Their compliments felt more like propositions and she was nauseated even thinking about it.  Their wives stood within a few feet of them and they showed no respect or remorse for  their behavior.  Ick.  Plus, there was only one person she wanted and he was overseas right now.

"Please.  I am paying double time for the next couple of hours."  Mr. Dayton tried giving her a pleading puppy dog look.  That didn't work with her, but the phrase "double-time" meant that she would have more than enough for next semester's tuition.  She closed her eyes, took a deep breath and said, "Fine."

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Phoebe stood next to Santa's chair as the wives came up and sat on his lap for photos.  Even a few guys plopped down, snuggling in the big guy's lap.  She couldn't hide her laughter when one guy sat and sniffed Santa's neck, then whispered in his ear.  Santa's eyes bulged and the flirty young man was promptly dumped on the floor.

"What about you little girl?  Have you been naughty or nice?"  Santa's voice was deep and raspy.  She wondered who he was, behind the disguise.  She knew he wasn't fat, because she'd glimpsed him stuffing his suit earlier.  He was tall and broad, with beautiful blue eyes and dark hair that peeked out from under his white wig.  She glared at him, but didn't answer.  She tugged down her short striped skirt and pulled up her green bustier.  Her feet were killing her and she constantly shifted while Santa did his bit.  

"Little elf, why do you look so unhappy?  It's Christmas."  Santa was again trying to talk to her.

"Look, 'Santa'," Phoebe made air quotes when she said his name, "I'm not interested.  I just want to be done here and go home."

"Hmmm.  Well, elf Phoebe, you were on my nice list, but now I may just have to put you on the naughty side."

She looked at him in surprise.  How the hell did he know her name?  She looked into his eyes and tried to recognize the way they sparkled and the corners crinkled. He did look familiar, but she just couldn't place him. Was he an employee here at the hotel or just a rent-a-Santa?

"Sit on my lap and tell me what you want for Christmas.  I will give you anything you want, even if you've been naughty.  In fact, naughty elves get the biggest present to unwrap."

Phoebe couldn't help it.  The double entendres spewing from his mouth made her blush.  She suddenly had an image come to mind.  Rick.  She'd been missing Rick ever seen his deployment two years ago.  If she could have anything for Christmas, it would be her best friend and secret crush, Rick, holding her in his arms.  But, he wasn't due home for two weeks.  Just like Santa, Rick had beautiful blue eyes, was tall, dark and handsome.  Damn she missed him.  Melancholy came over her in a  powerful wave, but she insisted on shaking it off.  Instead, she'd play Santa's game.  And give him something to remember.  

Phoebe slipped over, standing between Santa's open legs.  She twirled, knowing it would make the skirt flare out.  Then, she plopped down hard on his lap, almost right on his crotch.  She wriggled a bit, pretending to make herself comfortable, and adjusted her bustier, giving Santa a clear view down her cleavage.  She tucked her head, hiding her wide smile at Santa's deep groan.  If he wanted to play this game, she could too.  No one else around them seemed to even take notice and the photographer had snapped her picture and was off at the bar already.  It was just them.

"Santa, can I tell you what I really, really want for Christmas?"  Phoebe made her voice low and sexy.

"Yes." That one word sounded strangled.  She giggled.

"Well, there's this man that I adore.  He's far from home and it has been really hard for me to be without him.  I'd love for him to come home for Christmas so I can show him all the naughty things I've dreamt of doing to him."

Santa coughed and shifted in his chair, managing to move her slightly away from his crotch.  His hand moved from the armrest to her knee.  Phoebe giggled again.  It was working.

"Do you think I'm naughty because I want to strip off my clothes and go to him with only a big red ribbon wrapped around my perky breasts and shaved pussy?"

This time, Santa went in to a mini coughing fit.  Phoebe held on and waited.  She was having fun and wasn't ready to stop just yet. She wiggled again, and this time her thigh brushed something very hard underneath his faux fur-lined coat.  "Are you okay, Santa?"  She smirked and twisted a piece of her dark blonde hair around her finger, feigning innocence.

"Um,"  Santa's voice wasn't deep this time and for a split second, Phoebe thought she recognized it.  She shook her head. He cleared his throat, his voice deep once again as he said, "Elf Phoebe, in order to deliver this present to you, you'll have to tell me his name."  Phoebe began to feel uncomfortable.  She didn't want to tell this guy about Rick and she also noticed his hand had slipped up just under the edge of her skirt.

"I'd rather not Santa.  He can't come home for a few more weeks."

Santa leaned in to her and whispered into her ear, "What if he came home early?"

Shivers ran up Phoebe's spine.  She did know that voice.  And that wandering hand had now made it's way under her skirt and to the top of her white garter stockings.  He was tracing little circles on her upper thigh.  She looked up at him and her breath hitched.  She knew those eyes.  

Santa pulled his fake mustache and beard down under his chin and smiled.  "Merry Christmas Phoebe."

Rick!

"Oh my..." before she could finish, Rick's mouth came down over hers and his arms crushed her to him.  He kissed her hard, plundering her mouth as his hands gripped her tight.

Phoebe's body hummed and all rational thought left her.  All she could think was, Merry Christmas Phoebe!

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Hope you enjoyed!

~J~