"LaF, please don't make me go in there." Laura begged as she stood beside her three friends on the sidewalk outside of 'The Black Cat'.
"Don't worry L; we're all going in there." LaFontaine reassured as they stood beside their bite-sized friend.
Laura looked around at Danny and Perry, hoping that one of them would take pity on her.
Perry wouldn't look at her; instead she stared straight ahead with a look on her face that read that she just wanted to get this over with.
Danny shook her head, "It's your 21st birthday Laura, once you get a couple of drinks in you, you'll be good."
LaF nodded before grabbing ahold of Laura's wrist and tugging her towards the door of the strip club.
LaFontaine had barged into room 307 a little over an hour ago, claiming that they had a birthday present for Laura and that they needed to go get it. Apparently that present was a strip club, or what Laura didn't know was that it was in the strip club and not the building itself.
LaFontaine had called ahead to make sure that the girl they wanted was working that night and then reserved a private room for eight o'clock.
First things first, they headed to the small lopsided bar that held just as much liquor as a Costco section would if it sold liquor. "Hello, what can I get you ladies?" The bartender asked from behind the counter.
LaFontaine ignored the generalization of gender and instead ordered three beers and a Shirley temple for Perry (after all she was their designated driver).
Once Laura had downed two beers and was beginning to feel a not so familiar buzz, LaF had checked their watch and then disappeared. Laura had drank before, but never to get drunk, which was clearly LaF's goal (they could only imagine how loose Laura's tongue would be once she was, making their present even easier to give).
Laura leaned against the table as she sipped at her third beer in under an hour as Danny watched her warily without much worry. Her eyes were more directed towards the beefcake behind the counter filling orders; his name tag read 'Kirsch'.
Perry sat with her hands on her thighs, not too fond of touching the sticky bar, sipping at her drink cautiously from a straw that she had made sure that she had unwrapped from its wrapper.
LaF returned a few moments later. "Alright Laura, time for your present."
Laura turned to face the redhead, "Present? I thought this was my present."
The bio major chuckled as they shook their head, grabbing Laura's wrist once more and dragging her towards a hallway that was towards the back.
The bodyguard let them past with a simple nod after LaF had showed him a slip of paper.
"It's just right in there." LaF pointed towards a door that was already open, pushing Laura lightly towards the room. "She'll be right in, just sit in the chair and get comfortable."
Laura was too buzzed to notice that LaF had said 'she'. She instead nodded at her friend and then walked further into the room and plopped down into the plush red armchair.
LaF had shut the door, which Laura questioned but then decided that the present was in fact a surprise and they just didn't want to spoil it.
And a surprise it was. When the door opened a couple minutes later, Laura expected pretty much anything but what she had in fact saw.
A woman had entered the room, a short black silk robe tied around her lithe body, long dark curls framing her face. Her skin pale and her lips a deep red, eyes as dark as night and a smirk to send your pulse into overdrive, or at least that's what it did to Laura's.
Laura's mind was foggy from all of the beer she had consumed and her tongue felt thick in her mouth. "Hello." she managed to get out before feeling her cheeks heat up and her nails dig into the arms of the chair in frustration. She was a journalism major for Christ sake, or she planned to be anyways. Talking should be easier for her, but put an exceptionally hot woman in front of her and she was done for.
The woman's smirk widened into more of a grin as she shut the door behind her. "Hello." her voice was low and grounded out like gravel. She walked over to Laura, her hips swinging making the shorter and intoxicated girl stare. "I wish your friend had left a picture, if I had known you were this cute I wouldn't have made them pay nearly as much."
Laura gulped. "I'm sorry?" she squeaked.
The girl chuckled as her hands met at her waist, plucking at the ties that kept her robe closed. She was slowly untying it, and once that was done she let the robe slide off of her shoulders and drop to pool at her feet. In its place was a sexy black lace garter belt and bra. Laura just may as well have swallowed her tongue for the lack of words that she surprisingly hadn't even thought of producing.
Laura didn't know what to do, especially once the girl had straddled her, letting out a choked sound as she grounded her ass down into Laura's lap.
The dancer smirked as she interlocked her fingers behind Laura's head, resting her forearms on the back of the chair.
Laura tried to focus on anything but the girl's chest but it was seemingly impossible, so she tried to make small talk to keep her mind busy. "What's your name?"
"Kitty."
"No, like your actual name." Laura said, sucking in a breath as Kitty's ass once again grinded into her thighs.
"I don't give out my name, cutie." she said, climbing off of her lap and turning around to grind into her hips instead.
"Oh ok, well Kitty, I'm not usually like this and I'm sure you're a very nice girl but-oh." her rambling was cut off after a specific roll of the hips from Kitty.
Kitty turned back around, remounting her customer and leaned forward to whisper in her ear. "Normally you're not allowed to touch, but I kind of like the idea of you touching me."
Laura didn't know what to do. She knew for a fact you weren't allowed to touch the dancers, but they were in a private room with no bodyguard to tell her to keep her paws off. So she did as she was told, tentatively placing her hands on Kitty's undulating hips.
Kitty chuckled; "I was thinking something more along the lines of this." she then took Laura's hands and placed them on her ass as she continued to grind their hips together.
Laura was breathing heavily at this point and couldn't begin to fathom the fact that she just might cum in her jeans like a twelve year old boy if Kitty didn't stop.
Which of course she didn't, instead the breathy moans that the girl beneath her was letting out was spurring her on, making her move Laura's hands to her breasts and dip her ass lower into her crotch.
Sweat beaded on both of their foreheads as both of them rushed to their orgasms from just amateur friction, it was like they were both in high school again. Kitty was no longer giving a lap dance but shamelessly dry humping Laura. She even leaned in close, pressing her face into Laura's neck and purred (the whole reason behind her name to begin with).
That was all Laura really needed, moving her hands to the chair arms and digging her nails in as she let out a low moan, followed by Kitty letting out one of her own.
Laura's eyes were half closed, her mouth hanging open as she sucked in a ragged breath, watching Kitty's chest rise and fall in a quick rhythm as she climbed off of her and collected her robe from where she had left it on the hardwood floor.
Kitty slipped the thin garment back over her shoulders and moved towards the door, throwing a wink over her shoulder before muttering, "Pleasure doing business with you, cupcake." She then quickly left the room, heading back towards the dressing room. This had been a first, she had never gotten caught up in a lap dance before, granted she never had a customer as cute as she did tonight, but still, she fucking came in her lap like a school girl! It was embarrassing to say the least, but not embarrassing enough to not leave a little something behind.
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The next morning Laura woke with a groan muffled by her pillow. She rolled over, looking through squinted eyes up at her alarm clock; it read 12:30pm. She let out another groan, this time in realization that she had to do her laundry.
Practically crawling out of bed, she reached for her jeans that she had discarded from the night before, they definitely needed to be washed she thought as memories from the previous night flooded her head, causing fluttering in her chest and sending her stomach into flips and a heat to settle in between her hips. Quickly checking the pockets so as not to wash her room keys again, she found a slip of paper in one of the back pockets.
It was a blank receipt, and on the back in a messy looped script read, 'Maybe next time we can grab dinner and a movie first. -Carmilla xxx' and beneath that was a phone number.
Laura clutched the note to her chest, a goofy grin plastered onto her face as she squealed with joy. Maybe she wouldn't regret her birthday night after all.