Unfortunately I don't own Chuck
Fair warning, this story deals with mature themes. The first few chapters take place in a strip club, so please be aware of that.
Sarah stared out over the club. Like any Thursday night it was filled with business people looking to wind down after a heavy week. She saw Carina flirting with a bunch of investment bankers and she exchanged grins with Zondra as the other girl led a businessman to the upper VIP areas.
Her eyes alighted on the group near the floor. She'd noticed them when she'd done her touting for business, show-them-the-assets-but-don't-show-them-all-the-assets dance, ten minutes ago. More to the point she'd noticed the tall, dark-haired man in the white shirt with the crazy hair who'd spent her whole dance looking at her eyes and hadn't once looked at her body. The poor guy had looked intensely uncomfortable throughout the whole time she'd been up there but had made sure to push a fifty into her garter as she'd paused at the front of the stage. She'd been talking to another man and hadn't even noticed as he came up and only peripherally managed to thank him before he retreated. Given that she normally got fives and tens for her stage dances, fifty was quite an exciting amount.
As a seasoned stripper Sarah was used to the types of men, and occasionally women, who came into The BodyShop. Normally the investment bankers were both the worst and the best. A group of investment bankers could easily drop a few grand in a night on a few strippers. But the problem with investment bankers were that they were quite handsy and they were always asking for her number. They didn't seem to understand that her body was her own, but she just rented it out to them for the duration of a song, or maybe for a few songs in the VIP.
Sarah didn't do afterwork stuff. She knew Carina and some of the other girls were very happy to make themselves available to clients for "extracurricular activities" but that wasn't her wheelhouse. She just did the work, banked the money and saved as much as possible. She didn't need the champagne lifestyle that Carina and some of the others enjoyed. She just needed to make sure that her car worked, that there were no problems at the apartment, Molly had everything she needed, there was enough for her course and to put food on the table. All the rest went towards her savings. Which were starting to look OK after two years in the job. She still needed to save a lot more though.
Knowing that sitting here watching wasn't going to pay the bills, Sarah headed onto the main floor. She decided to go to the bar. It was always easier to pick up a client if you had a drink in your hand.
"Double water on the rocks," she told Daniel, the creepy bartender. It was bad enough being ogled by the punters, but being ogled by the bartender was just too much. Daniel was good at his job and mixed a mean cocktail, but he was a horrible man and the way he ogled her was extremely unsettling. She'd never responded to any of his advances, choosing to deflect instead of shooting him down in flames the way she wanted. Like many of the clients here, Daniel assumed that, because she took her clothes off for a living, she'd sleep with anyone. He hadn't gotten handsy with her yet, like he'd got with some of the other girls, which meant that she hadn't had to put him back in his place. She hoped the day never came when she had to show him the error of his ways, but feared that it was only a matter of time.
"Excuse me miss," the voice came from her right and she swung in that direction, thanking Daniel as he placed the drink in front of her.
The speaker was a good-looking, youngish man with blonde hair and glasses. He looked quite bookish and slightly geeky. Tech geek, thought Sarah. You became pretty good at recognising the various different types of clients in a place like this. The investment bankers were easy of course with their fast suits and fast money. Hedge fund managers were a little more difficult; they dressed more casually but still dropped huge amounts of cash. They got a lot of mining executives in this club, thanks to the big investment bank just down the street. They apparently did a lot of work with the mining industry, which meant that there was a never-ending stream of mining executives through the club. These guys were also big cash splashers but were also somehow easier to talk with than the bankers.
There was a small but growing tech clientele. Toronto had invested big in the high-tech sectors and it was starting to pay off. It seemed there was a group from one of the city's high-tech companies here tonight. They were more difficult to identify; always dressed informally. Some genuinely did look geeky but others looked totally normal.
"Hey," she said to the man, turning and giving him a smile.
"Hi," he returned, looking a bit nervous. "I'm Adam," he introduced himself.
"Sarah," she replied, thrusting her hand out. He shook it, with a fair amount of pressure but not squashing her hand.
"My boss asked me to come over," he started nervously. Sarah smiled at him encouragingly. "We're out with a really important client tonight and he seems quite taken with you. My boss asked if you'd be available to come over?"
Sarah looked at the man appraisingly. "Sure," she replied, "Let me just grab my drink." Groups trying to impress clients would often pay over the odds, particularly if they could be persuaded to go for a VIP session.
"Oh, no need to worry," Adam told her. "We've got plenty of drinks at the table."
She took a drink of her water nevertheless. She wasn't averse to drinking what they were drinking but she needed to get some liquid into her and she didn't like to get drunk, although nicely buzzed helped her make conversation with boring guys and not think too much about what she was doing and they were doing. In fact, the club liked it if clients could be persuaded to buy drinks, or more drinks anyway.
She smiled at Adam, who seemed like a nice guy and had only stared at her breasts a few times. He was desperately trying to hold eye contact though. She reached through his arm to link hers around his and invited him. "Lead the way."
He did, leading her across to the group with the nervous guy from earlier who had given her the fifty. She scanned the group but was disappointed that she couldn't see him as Adam led her up to a tall man with gray hair sitting in the middle of the small group. There were already two girls around the fringes of the group and she smiled at Carina who was draped all over the boss man
"Terry," Adam called, "This is Sarah." Turning to her, he gave a smile. "This is Terry," he explained unnecessarily.
"Hi, I'm Sarah," she introduced herself, reaching forward to shake his hand and making sure her cleavage was on display. Carina shot her a close-mouthed smile which Sarah knew to be saying "this one's mine."
"Wow!" the guy said, shaking her hand gently, "You're even prettier in real life than you were on stage."
Sarah smiled. Compliments were ten a penny in strip clubs but it was still nice to get them. Luckily this was quite a high-end club. In some clubs all you got was a grunted "how much?" and then some gorilla was feeling up your ass and tits. Sarah had been lucky enough, due to her looks, not to have had to work in any clubs like that, but she'd heard plenty of stories.
"Thanks," she said smiling invitingly, waiting for the man to continue. She didn't try to insinuate herself with the man. Carina was a friend and there was an unwritten code that you didn't cut into a girl's ground unless invited.
"I'm Terrence, by the way, but everyone calls me Terry," he introduced himself. "We're here trying to close a deal and the guest of honor seemed quite taken with you, so I wondered if you'd like to join us?"
Sarah looked at the man. He looked reasonably honest. Even though Carina was draped all over him, he wasn't feeling her up like many men tended to do.
"We're heading up to the VIP as soon as our client comes back," the man added.
"All of you?" she asked. They got paid extra for getting clients into the VIP.
"Yeah," Terry replied.
This could work. There were about 10 guys and three strippers, four including her. So this could be quite lucrative.
"Sure," she replied.
"Great," he looked enthusiastic. "Now what are you drinking? We've got champagne, beer, whisky?" Her eyes widened involuntarily; this must be a big deal because he was talking about hundreds of dollars worth of booze. And they hadn't even moved to the VIP yet.
"I'll have champagne, if that's OK," she volunteered. She wasn't a big beer drinker and it was too early to move to spirits. At only eleven thirty she was still on for another four hours, after all.
Adam poured her a glass of champagne from an open bottle in a wine cooler and, as she smiled at him, she heard Terry greet someone behind her.
"Ah, here he is! Charles, welcome back. Everything OK with your sister?"
"Oh, er, yes," replied a slightly nervous tenor voice. "Just making sure she's OK for lunch tomorrow."
"Great," Terry exclaimed. "Charles, I'd like you to meet Sarah."
She swung around and was transfixed by the most amazing pair of brown eyes. They seemed to stare into her soul and Sarah nearly lost herself in them. Then she snapped out of it and presented her hand to the same guy she'd seen earlier with the white shirt and the slightly untamed curls. Close to he was even more breath-taking and instead of her normal reaction of "I wonder how much I can make from this guy?" this time Sarah was just thinking "Isn't he gorgeous?"
"Hi, I'm Sarah," she managed as he reached out to gently grasp her hand.
"I'm Charles," he replied, squeezing her hand gently.
"Well, we're gonna head to the VIP," said Terry, adding "But Sarah, why don't you take Charles for an individual dance and then bring both of you back?" He reached over and slipped a hundred dollar bill into Sarah's garter.
"Oh er no, it's quite alright," Chuck stammered as Sarah reached for his hand. His stammering was quite cute and it was noticeable he hadn't once looked at her body yet, keeping his eyes fixed firmly on hers.
"Come on Charles!" urged Terry, "We've gotta put these girls through college!"
"Er," Charles looked extremely uncomfortable and Sarah took pity on him.
"Come on Charles," she told him, "I'll be gentle." She wrapped her arm through his and led him away to the downstairs VIP.
"First time in a strip club, Charles?" she asked as she led him away.
He grimaced, "Is it that obvious?"
She smiled at him. "Well, given that you seem quite uncomfortable, and you haven't once looked at my body, yes it is, rather."
"Ah well, it it's not something I'd have ever thought of doing, but the guys said they close all their deals in here," he explained.
"Yeah, it's a big thing in Canada," she replied. "Do I take it you're not from round here?"
"I'm from LA," he replied, "But I'm thinking of moving to Toronto. My sister's just got a fellowship here and I came to check out the tech sector in the city." They arrived at the downstairs VIP area and she led him to a secluded seat. She invited him to sit down.
"Ah, can we just talk?" he asked nervously.
"You don't want me to strip for you?" she asked. "I'll make it extra special for your first one!"
"Are you really saving up for college?" he blurted.
She grinned. "Some of the girls here are, but not me. I'm saving up for my sister to go through college, but not for me." Why had she told him that? She never told anyone that. "I'd be grateful if you didn't tell anyone that," she added. "I don't like to share it around."
"Your secret's safe with me," he said.
"Since it's your first visit, I'll tell you how it works. We can't go past topless in the bar, but in the VIP areas it's fully nude dancing. It costs ten dollars for a dance downstairs and twenty dollars per dance for a VIP one. Your friend slipped me a hundred dollar bill so that would be five dances in here, which is about 15 minutes." He looked a bit scared. "I can talk with you and not strip of course, but if someone comes by or they need the seat I need to keep up appearances." She wondered if she should tell him that she was pretty sure Terry would force the matter once they went to the upstairs VIP. She guessed it was none of her business; she'd leave him to find out.
"Can we talk first?" he sounded almost desperate.
"Oh course, Charles," she replied, reaching out to touch his leg. She found that touching the nervous ones settled them down quickly. She liked this guy and it would be nice if she could stay with him all night, but that wouldn't work if he wasn't paying for dances. "Besides, us Yanks have to stick together!"
"You're American too?" he asked.
"Yeah, actually Californian as well. I was born in San Diego, but I haven't been there for ages," she replied. Again, she wondered why she'd told him that.
"Wow!" he exclaimed, "we're practically neighbours. How come you work in Canada?"
"Well stripping's kind of the business culture in Canada and there's lots of money to be made here. Plus, the cost of living's much lower," she explained.
"How long have you been doing it?" he asked.
She'd never had a guy who asked so many questions about her before. She'd never been so comfortable to answer a guy's questions either. He seemed genuinely interested. "A few years," she replied. "I got into a cash flow crunch and this was the best way to get myself out of it," she admitted, though she was damned if she was gonna mention the reason for said cash flow issue.
"I'm sorry to hear that," he said. "That must have been tough."
She cocked her head at him. "You know normally when I say something like that, the guy says that I'm very pretty and I make a great stripper. Don't you think I'm pretty Charles?" she teased.
"Oh, er," he stuttered. It was really cute.
"I'm just teasing Charles," she told him, putting her hand on his arm.
"Please call me Chuck," he said. "Only my parents used to call me Charles. I don't know why I introduced myself to Terry that way."
"OK," she agreed, "But you didn't answer my question. Don't you think I'm pretty?"
"You're pretty nasty!" he joked, and she couldn't help but laugh, but stopped as he said seriously. "No, I don't think you're pretty Sarah."
She couldn't help but be hurt, doubly so because she'd actually thought they were getting on very well. Now he put his hand on her leg. "Actually you're the most gorgeous woman I've ever met. Pretty doesn't come into it."
She stared at him, mouth dropping open. Then she shook her head. "You nearly had me there Chuck! You're a real charmer aren't you!"
"Sarah, I'm about as smooth as a very rough thing. But I honestly do think you're gorgeous," he replied.
"Wow Chuck, you don't have to lay it on so thick!" She exclaimed, trying to hide her suddenly red cheeks. "And you haven't even seen me naked!"
"Sarah, I don't need to see you naked to know that you're gorgeous. It shines out of you. You have a lovely personality, you're warm, you're intelligent and you're emotionally mature." He looked away a bit embarrassed.
She reached out and raised his chin with her hand. "Well, I don't know where that came from because we've only be talking for a few minutes, but thank you Chuck." The song changed and she'd been keeping track. "Just to warn you Chuck, this is the last song so we'll have to head back to your group soon."
"I've really enjoyed talking to you Sarah," he said, "Thank you for the conversation."
"You're welcome Chuck," she replied. "I've enjoyed talking to you too. Now I'll take you to your friends upstairs and you can check out the other girls." She was fishing there, but she hoped he'd take the bait.
Luckily he did. "Oh, but I'd love to spend more time with you Sarah," he said.
"Well let's check in with your friends and see what the plan is," she told him, standing and helping him to his feet.
"How long are you in Toronto for?" she asked as she led him out of the downstairs VIP and towards the stairs.
"Oh, about ten days more," he replied.
"Where are you staying?" She asked. She found that if you got the clients to talk about themselves they felt more relaxed. It was also better than lying to them when they asked questions. Although, for some reason, she hadn't been lying to Chuck.
"Oh, I'm staying at a little boutique hotel just off King West," he replied.
"Oh, just down the road then," she said, surprised. "So we're your local!"
"Ah, yes," he replied embarrassed, and she knew he was thinking he'd never be seen dead in a strip club on his own.
"So there's no excuse for you not to come see me again then," she kidded and he smiled embarrassedly.
"It's not really my scene," he said.
She grinned. "I noticed that Chuck," she told him, "I was just kidding."
He grinned back. "No fair, teasing me!"
They arrived at the VIP and she checked in with Nick, the floor manager. "What's the name of your group?" she asked Chuck.
"Oh, they're called Fulcrum Systems," he said.
"Oh, here it is," Nick said, looking at the list. "They're in the Red Room." Sarah looked up at that. The Red Room went for a grand an hour which entitled you to canapes and a bottle of champagne. It had a great view over the VIP and its own private dancing areas. This deal must have been very important to Terry and Fulcrum Systems because it was room only; the girls were extra. "He's paid for four girls as well," Nick added. "You're one of them. Two hours, but only ninety minutes left."
Wow, two hours was eight hundred dollars for her, more than she often made in a night.
"I'll take you through then Chuck," she said, leading him into the main VIP area, which was substantially less busy than downstairs. Zondra was stripping for a group of two guys in the corner. She thought they were regulars, and there were a few other groups with girls attached, and a few singles ogling Fleur who was currently dancing on the pole.
"So I gather from your expression that the Red Room is quite a big deal?" he asked.
"Yeah," she replied. "It's a big room, great view over this area and it entitles you to free food and drink. You must be quite important to Terry," she couldn't help adding.
"Yeah, I guess I must be." He looked a bit surprised by that.
"Is it OK you coming in with me?" he asked. "It won't take you away from what you need to do?"
"That's sweet Chuck," she told him, genuinely meaning it. Not many guys were worried about the economics of their strippers. "I very rarely get booked for an hour at a time, let alone two, so this promises to be a good night for me."
"But why not Sarah?" he asked, genuinely surprised. "You're the prettiest girl I've seen here tonight."
She couldn't suppress her smile, wondering whether to tease him or not, but she opted for the truth. "These," she said, cradling her breasts. "Most guys prefer bigger ones. They go for the models with bigger breasts."
"But-!" He stammered for a second then seemed to find his resolve. "But you've got beautiful breasts. I mean I've only seen them under your dress but they're perfect."
"Well it's very kind of you to say so Chuck," she replied, honestly very touched, "But you might not want to say that in front of your friends cos I think Terry'll be a bit pissed, having paid for you to see them!"
"Yeah," he said, embarrassed. "I'm sorry if that sounded a bit disrespectful Sarah," he added as they climbed the stairs towards the Red Room entrance.
She stopped him. "Actually it was very sweet," she told him. "Thank you." Then she started to push the door open, but he insisted on opening it for her and gestured for her to go in first.
There were ten men in the Red Room sitting on the sofas, sipping champagne and beers. There were three other girls, all of whom were in various stages of undress. Carina was sitting on the boss man's knee, wearing only her G-string. Terry's hand was resting in her lap, holding his glass of champagne.
"Charles!" greeted Terry, standing and catching Carina as she nearly fell off his lap. "Great to see you. Did you enjoy that?"
"Hi Terry!" Chuck greeted then smiled at Sarah. "Yes, Sarah was brilliant."
"Great, well come and have a seat over here," he invited. "We're a bit tight on seats but I'm sure Sarah can sit in your lap." It wasn't a surprise that the room was tight on seats. The more that strippers were able to touch their clients the more familiar and relaxed they felt and the easier it was to part them from their cash. "Would you like a drink?" he asked.
"Yeah," Chuck replied, moving over to the drinks table.
"You sit down Chuck," Sarah suggested, "I'll get the drinks." That would enable her to serve big measures. The club made a fair amount of profit on drinks and given that she was now assigned to this group she'd get a percentage of the drinks profit. She managed to finish off the bottle and took the two very full champagne flutes over to where Chuck was perched nervously on an armchair, talking to Terry and Carina.
"Here you go Chuck," she said, handing over the champagne flute. He took it and then scooched over to leave a bit of space for her to sit. She sat softly in his lap, ignoring the space that he'd cleared, taking his free hand and wrapping it around her hip. He twitched but accepted her guidance and gently grasped her hip. She let them carry on with their conversation for a little while.
Finally, it petered out and Terry said, "So Carina was telling me she's worked with you before Sarah?"
"Yes," Sarah said, wondering what the redhead had said. "We knew each other in New York state for a while before Carina moved up to Toronto, and then I came up here too."
"She couldn't live without me!" Carina crowed.
"I can understand that," Terry flirted. Of course, he didn't have to know how they'd met. And she'd never share that, and neither would Carina.
Chuck was quiet, she thought he was a bit uncomfortable with Carina sitting there half-naked.
"So Chuck," she asked, trying to draw him into conversation, "What are you doing with the rest of your trip?"
"Oh, I'm seeing my sister for lunch tomorrow. And then I've got a few more meetings over the next ten days or so," he replied.
"This is your sister who got the fellowship?" she asked. "In what area?"
"Oh, she's a medical doctor," Chuck said, relaxing. "She's got a neurology fellowship at Toronto General so she and her boyfriend are just in the process of moving to Toronto."
"Hence why Charles is looking to partner his company with Fulcrum Systems," Terry explained, "Or we hope so anyway."
To her mind, Chuck's rather limp smile wasn't that convincing. Terry obviously thought so too as he added. "We obviously have to work harder to convince Charles to set up with us. Sarah, I was hoping you could help with that."
"Oh, she's already been doing her best," Chuck volunteered.
"Well, maybe she can be a bit more persuasive," Terry suggested. Sarah thought it was more like begging. The man really was desperate to sign up Chuck. Sarah wondered what he had that was so special. Terry dug another couple of notes out of his pocket and handed them over. "Please take care of our boy?" he asked. Sarah looked at the hundred dollars in her hand and tucked it into her garter.
"I'll do my best," she replied, giving the man a wink.
"Carina and I'll be over to join you in a second," the man said. She tried to keep her balance as Chuck flinched.
She stood up and held her hand out to Chuck. "Let's see if we can have some fun before they get there Chuck," she invited, giving him the bedroom eyes. He rose to his feet, they grabbed their drinks and she led him away.
"I don't think your strategy is gonna work any more Chuck," she whispered as they headed over to the dancing areas.
"What should we do?" he asked quietly.
"Well, why don't I give you a proper lapdance, Chuck?" she suggested. "That's what your friend's paying for after all."
"But I've enjoyed speaking to you Sarah," he said. "I don't want to disrespect you."
She smiled inwardly. He really was a genuinely decent man. "I don't mind Chuck. It's what I do. And, by the way, I'd rather strip for you who's a genuinely nice man than many of the douche bags I have to strip for."
They got to the dancing area and she guided him to and into one of the seats. "Do you trust me?" she asked.
"Yes, I do Sarah," he replied.
"Then let me do this for you," she told him. "Since the song's halfway through, why don't I just sit here and then I'll start at the beginning of the next song," she suggested, taking a sip of her champagne.
He gave her a nervous smile and took a big gulp of his drink. "OK."
She sat next to him and laid her hand on his thigh. "Don't worry Chuck," she told him, "I won't bite!"
He grinned. "Well, that's a relief."
"So are you close to your sister?" she asked, trying to settle him.
"Yeah, we're really close," he replied. "When my mom walked out and my dad died, she basically raised me."
"Wow!" Sarah replied, "I'm sorry to hear that. How old were you?"
The song ended and she stood, untucking her towelette and dropping it on his thighs. He looked down at it askance, and she smiled reassuringly.
Suddenly remembering that she'd asked a question, he said, "I was fourteen and she was seventeen. We had to lie to social services." Sarah gently swayed down in his lap, pushing his knees apart.
"That must have been tough," she said as she turned and gently lowered herself so that her ass came into contact with his lap, she caressed his thighs as she stood up again, running her hands up his sides.
"I- it was," his voice wavered, and she grinned internally. "I lived with her while she put herself through medical school," he added.
"Wow, she must be some woman," Sarah observed, turning and looking at him before rubbing herself up and down his front. He kept eye contact with her the whole time. He is such a gentleman, she thought.
"She is," Chuck replied. "That's one of the reasons I'm so uncomfortable in here I guess."
That was reasonable, she supposed. He'd been brought up to respect women. "It's lovely that you respect women so much Chuck," she told him, bending down so their heads were at a similar level and then slowly pushing her dress up with her arms. His eyes widened and he exhaled slowly as her dark green boy shorts and then her matching bra were revealed. She pushed the dress over her head and then dropped it on the carpet next to the seat. "But I don't think of this job as demeaning, and you shouldn't either."
"I'm sorry Sarah," he said. "It's just that I've really enjoyed talking to you and it seems really strange to see you in your underwear, and even naked. Seeing Carina just sitting there was so surreal."
"I understand Chuck," she said, and she did. She stepped over his thigh so she was straddling him and leaned towards him, rubbing her cheek on his and then running her hands down his shoulders and sides, then she turned around so she was facing away from him, she pressed herself on his thigh and then gently pressed her back into his chest, taking his hands and running them up and down her sides.
She noticed the sharp intake of breath and smiled. "Don't worry Chuck," she assured him. "I promised you I don't bite!"
"Slightly nervous now Sarah," he admitted.
"Trust me," she told him, "I'll take care of you." She paused. "It is surreal," she admitted. "Particularly the first time. But you get used to it." She unfastened her bra and flicked it off, hiding her breasts under her arm and turned around to face him.
"I can't see me ever getting used to it," he said, looking into her eyes.
"You'd be surprised," she told him, as she uncovered her breasts. "I've seen it before." He resolutely kept looking into her eyes. "Chuck," she told him gently, "I'm stripping for you here. I'm trying to make it as sexy as possible. If you don't look at me, it's kind of for nothing. If you don't look at me, you're kind of disrespecting me."
She watched as that shot went home and he slowly looked down at her breasts. "Wow Sarah," he exclaimed. "You're gorgeous."
She was surprised by the heat that shot through her at his proclamation. She smiled. "And you're a smoothie." She danced down and then up, rubbing her breasts on his chest, enjoying his groan of arousal, then she turned around, sitting on his lap again, grinding her ass into his groin and leaning back against him.
"So Chuck," she started. "Strip club etiquette. When you're on the floor, it's no contact. When you're in the VIP, contact is kind of expected."
"Contact?" he gasped. "What sort of contact?"
"This sort," she told him, taking his hands and placing them on her breasts.
"Oh my God!" he gasped.
"Most clients tend to cup my breasts," she advised when he didn't move his hands.
"Do you like that?" he asked.
She was shocked. "You know what?" she asked. "You're the first man to ever ask me that."
"Well, I'm asking," he told her.
"Um, I don't know," she answered. He was a sweet man, but she wasn't sure she wanted to discuss her erogenous zones with a client.
"So tell me Sarah," he said. "How do you prefer to be touched? Should I run my hands down your sides?" And he matched actions to words, running his fingertips down her sides. "Do you like a shoulder rub?" he gently rubbed her shoulders, and it felt magical. "Do you like it if I breathe on your neck?" she felt her breath catch as he gently breathed on her neck, "Or do you prefer it if I touch your breasts?" his hands lightly touched her breasts and he drew circles round her nipples. She couldn't supress her groan of arousal.
"I think we have an answer." She could hear the grin in his voice. He'd completely turned around her teasing. She needed to get back control.
She turned to face him. "That was cruel, Chuck," she told him, leaning in so her cheek was touching his. "But thank you. Nobody's ever cared about what turned me on before." She rubbed her cheek on his, "But I guess since you've got your mojo, it's time to take the training wheels off!" She jumped into his arms wrapping her legs around his waist and her arms around his shoulders, leaning up to whisper in his ear. "Do you like this position Chuck?" she took pleasure in the way goose bumps sprung up on his neck. She enjoyed pushing her bare breasts against his chest.
"Do you like it when I do this Chuck?" she ground her pussy into his crotch, feeling his erection push into her. "Oh, I think we have an answer," she enjoyed giving him his words back. She leaned in, brushing her lips against his cheek, "Do you like it when I do this Chuck?"
"Pax Sarah," he whispered. "You made your point. I'm totally mortified," he paused. "But I do like it."
"Oh Chuck," she told him, enjoying his discomfort. "You ain't seen nothin yet." She rose off his lap in one fluid motion, stepped back and then pushed her underwear down her legs. She stepped out of her boyshorts and then sat back down on his lap, grinding her now naked ass (separated only by her towel and his pants) into his erection, and taking his hands again and pressing them against her sides, running them down her thighs and then up them and back towards her center.
"S- Sarah," he stuttered. "I'm not ready for that."
She smiled. "Don't worry Chuck, we'd have to know each other a lot better before I'd do that." She paused and he let go a deep breath. "Maybe by the end of the night."
He spluttered and she grinned. "Kidding, Chuck," she told him.
"You are a cruel woman, Sarah," he told her, regaining his mojo and running the tips of his fingers up and down her sides. He gently breathed on her neck and shoulder as she cradled herself close to him. She'd never been so happy for the towelette which still sat below her on his lap than she was then, as she could feel herself becoming wet due to his ministrations.
"Your girlfriend must be a lucky woman, Chuck," she told him.
"Sarah, no offence, but do you honestly think I'd be here tonight if I had a girlfriend?" he asked.
"But why not?" she gasped. "You're good looking, smart, successful and you've got a great sense of humor."
"I don't know," he replied. "I had a bad break up at college and since then I'm kinda married to my work. Plus I'm a complete nerd and I don't think women like that."
"Do you mind if we join you?" a male voice echoed around the dancing area, before she could reply to that. It was Terry and Carina.
She grinned at her friend, who was also naked. Terry didn't wait for an answer, just taking a seat opposite them. Carina draped herself over his lap after dropping her towelette down.
"Some evening, eh Charles?" he asked as Sarah re-arranged herself to be more side on.
Chuck was silent for a minute and then, obviously realising he was being addressed, he replied, "Yes. Thanks for bringing me out Terry." Sarah took a sip of her champagne as she stayed in Chuck's lap. She handed him his, giving him a flirty smile. She could tell he was uncomfortable and she mouthed "It's fine" to him. He relaxed minutely and rested his hands on her hips.
"Well, it's my pleasure Charles," replied the man. "If you join Fulcrum Systems you can expect more nights like this. We like to party."
Sarah wondered if Terry realised that that would probably put Chuck off more than attracting him to the role.
"So what is it that you do Charles that's got you being wined and dined?" Carina asked.
Chuck looked at her, pretty much for the first time. Maybe he was taking Sarah's words into account.
"He only designed the best gaming engine in the industry," Terry replied.
"What does that mean?" Sarah asked.
"Ah well," replied Chuck, "It's basically a software framework designed to support video games. There's a lot more to it than that, but basically you're looking for something that uses the least amount of memory and maximises efficiencies," he explained.
Sarah looked at him. "I understood about half of that," she told him with a grin.
"And this thing is in demand?" Carina asked.
"Hell yes!" replied Terry, taking a sip of his drink. It looked like he'd switched to spirits. "So Sarah," he continued. "It looks like Chuck's a man with excellent taste. You're beautiful."
This was a more usual compliment for Sarah. The man wasn't looking at her eyes like Chuck, but in fact had been staring at her legs and pussy. "Thank you Terry," she replied flirtily, "You're rather handsome yourself."
"How long have you got on that hundred?" the man asked.
"Oh, I think it's coming to an end about now," Sarah replied. Actually it had ended a song ago but Sarah enjoyed Chuck's company and thought she'd probably get a little more cash anyway.
"Well here's five hundred," the man said, stripping out five crisp notes. "Maybe you'll take care of Charles for another hour or so. I've got to head home, but the rest of the guys are gonna be here to take care of you Charles." He rose to his feet, again pushing Carina off his lap. Chuck tapped her thigh to warn her he was going to get up and she stood. Chuck stood behind her.
"Thanks for the entertainment, Terry," he said. "I'll speak to you when I get back to LA." They shook and Terry headed off, taking Carina with him.
Sarah looked at Chuck who looked back at her. She wondered what he wanted to do?
I've been posting on AO3 but someone suggested I post this story on here. My other story is probably too racey for this platform so I'll leave it on AO3. It's called Sarah vs The Game if you want to check it out.