Key West (23 page)

Although the room was filled with guys in shorts and tees, as well as some couples, they quickly spotted two vacant chairs near one side of the wide stage situated against the wall facing the street. Chris led the way and when they reached the seats, he pulled Carrie down in his lap. She met his eyes with a lusty glance, because she immediately felt his erection against her thigh. Like back at the Lizard, her skirt rose higher when she sat down, and Chris let out a hot little sigh upon seeing her garters. “That’s so fucking hot, angel,” he whispered.

Sliding her arm around his neck and leaning close into him, Carrie began to watch the dancers, all of whom had already shed whatever else they might have come out in, firm breasts and pussies as bare as her own on display.

The girl nearest to them was a leggy blonde wearing nothing but a pair of sexy silver strappy heels, a white cowboy hat, and a shimmery silver-and-white beaded-and-fringed belt tied at her hips. The fringe hung partially down over her ass and cunt, which sported just a small tuft of hair above the slit; the pink flesh of her clit and pussy lips jutted from the center. The pretty girl ran her hands over her large, round breasts—they looked too firm to be natural, but were perfect and sexy, just the same. Her dark nipples were long and pointed.

The brunette in the center worked a pole. She sported lace thigh-high stockings and sexy black heels, along with black satin gloves that rose to her forearms. Other than that, only a large, sparkly necklace and bracelet adorned her. Her breasts were smaller, but high and firm, the nipples slightly upturned, and her ass curved smooth and round. Her pussy was clean-shaven, like Shay’s, with no hair at all, and as she danced, Carrie watched her stroke her gloved middle finger over her clit.

The last girl possessed a short platinum blonde cut and was dressed in black leather accoutrements that made Carrie think of her first encounter with Amy and Cole. Black leather boots with pointy heels rose to her thighs, a spiked collar circled her neck, and her pretty breasts jutted through a leather bra with no cups, but strung with rows of thin chains instead, one of which lay directly across her nipples as she teased the crowd in a slow sway. Her pussy gaped as she danced, giving a view of the pink folds inside. Carrie saw her stoop down, legs spread, giving them all a wide shot of her open cunt.

Watching the sexed-up girls gyrate and touch themselves immediately raised the temperature of Carrie’s pussy. She’d never paid much attention to how lush and soft a woman could be, but she wanted desperately to be that same sort of super-feminine sex toy for Chris now.

As the girls moved, they all glided their hands over their breasts, tweaking their nipples, or slid their fingers down between their legs to stroke themselves. Witnessing the slow, sensuous grind made Carrie feel as if her
own
pussy was being teased with those long, thin, female fingers.

The girl in the center held her silver pole in one hand, leaning back before lifting her body in smooth waves to writhe against it, letting the pole connect with her pretty cunt. Carrie wondered it what it felt like to be so exposed in front of so many people while wearing such sexual, sensual accessories, to apply that hard pressure against your clit while a roomful of lusty-eyed men hung on your every move.

Chris slid his fingers beneath her exposed garter, his touch so high on her thigh it made her surge with moisture. “What do you think?” he asked, motioning toward the stage.

“They’re very sexy.”

“Do you like watching them?”

“Very much,” she said, meeting his gaze.

“That’s hot, angel.”

She gave him an open-mouthed kiss, her tongue flirting with his as she reached to move his hand beyond the garter, higher up her inner thigh beneath her skirt.

“Mmm, baby, that’s hot, too.”

“Sounds like everything about me is hot tonight,” she whispered coyly. She closed her fingertips around his elbow, urging his hand just a little farther—until his fingers touched her bare mons.

“Ah, God, baby,” he said, his voice trembling, his teeth lightly clenched, “you are
too
damn exciting for me tonight. I wish I could fuck you right here, you bad little girl.”

He stroked her lightly as they continued to watch the nude girls on stage grind and swivel to the music blaring through the room. A soft breeze made its way through the open windows behind where the strippers moved.

Carrie didn’t thrust against his hand, but she parted her thighs slightly, letting him sink his fingers into her wet slit. Even when a waitress arrived to take their drink orders, Chris didn’t withdraw his touch, calmly raking one finger through her split pussy lips as he asked for a beer. Looking up at the waitress, a shapely young woman in super-tight red hot pants and a red lace bra, Carrie tried to keep her voice even as she said, “I’ll have a sea breeze.”

She could have sworn she saw the waitress’s gaze drop to her crotch for a brief second before moving onto Shay, who said, “A sex on the beach for me, sweetheart.”

The slow torture of his touch continued as the girls danced on, and as their drinks came, Carrie’s pussy was getting wetter and hotter, more and more swollen with each passing minute.

“Tell me which one you like best,” she said, wanting to know exactly what got him off.

“Tough choice,” he said. “All of them are almost as gorgeous as you.”

She tore her gaze from the sexy strippers to smile into his eyes. “Okay, let me put it another way. If you were going to be stranded on a desert island with one of these women, which one would it be?”

He grinned down at her. “I can’t have you?”

She shook her head, flashing a wicked look.

She watched as Chris turned his eyes back on the stage. “I guess I’d go for the girl with the pole.” Then he chuckled. “Mainly because I’ve seen what she can do to a pole.”

“No poles on a desert island.”

“You forget,” he said. Still continuing to stroke and tease her pussy, he nudged his cock against her through their clothes.

She let out a loud laugh, covering her mouth with her hand.

“Damn,” he breathed in her ear, “I wish I could see what
you
would do
my
pole right now.”

Unable to help herself, she spread her legs a little wider, moaning softly as his fingers sank deeper into her damp and oh-so-sensitive slit.

“Which one would
you
pick?” he asked. “If you were going to be stranded on a desert island with another woman.”

She studied the girls on the stage, and finally said, “The one right here, closest to us.”

“Why?”

“I’m into that fringe thing she’s got on—I like the way it falls over her pussy a little bit. And her breasts are gorgeous.”

As if Carrie’s cunt wasn’t throbbing enough already, things got worse when the music changed tempo, speeding up, and the three women converged at the center of the stage. The blonde with the fringe bent to take the brunette’s erect nipple in her mouth and the leather chick approached the brunette from behind, sliding her hands over the other woman’s hips, then raising them to her breasts.

Every person in the room appeared riveted by the new performance taking place, and Carrie’s pussy pulsed even more madly. Chris’s fingers continued grazing her swollen clit.

On stage, the heat rose—the brunette began sucking the pretty blonde’s large, perfect breasts, and the leather girl knelt behind the brunette, leaning in to lick her pussy from behind.

The crowd began to react with catcalls and howls, and Carrie’s eyes were drawn away for a second to a couple in a far corner who looked like they were fucking, the girl bouncing up and down in the guy’s lap. Returning her gaze to the sensual performance before her, Carrie gave up not moving against Chris’s hand—she had to; her body couldn’t
not
fuck his fingers.

He sank them lower, inserting them into her wet opening, making her gasp softly. He bent to kiss her neck and she glanced down to see her skirt had ridden up even farther under his touches, that anyone who looked could see his hand between her legs. She was too impassioned to care.

Onstage, the performance continued escalating. The leather girl lay on her back now, the fringed blonde sensually straddling her face. The brunette kneeled between the leather chick’s legs, bending over to lick her, as well. They fucked each other’s mouths in time to the fast music, adding to it with their moans. The sexy blonde caressed her breasts, even lifting one to her own mouth to lick the soft flesh.

Carrie thrust her cunt against Chris’s skilled hand—she moved fast now, too, also keeping time with the music and the action in the room. Having him touch her right there, where anyone could look down and see, felt amazing, more arousing than she could fathom. Clearly, the women on the stage had inspired her to be as bad a girl as she wanted to be. As Chris’s long fingers slid in and out of her wet passage in hard, pummeling strokes, he used his thumb on her clit—jamming it against the engorged knob at the end of each hot plunge.

The strippers cried out, still licking and sucking each other, but now the brunette changed positions, sitting up to straddle the leather girl on her back, rubbing their crotches together.

“I’m gonna get you off, angel,” Chris’s low, determined voice sounded in her ear, his breath warm on her neck.

In reply, she pulled him into a hot, hard kiss, then looked back to the women on the stage, whose sobs grew more and more frantic. “Work those pussies!” a masculine voice called from the crowd.

Chris used his free hand to lift her skirt even higher, pushing it up onto her abdomen until her cunt was fully revealed. She never even thought about stopping him. She wanted to be wild tonight, for him, with him. Together, they looked down to where his fingers pushed into her, met by her own driving thrusts. She had no idea if anyone around them was watching; she didn’t care.

Lifting his available hand to his mouth, Chris licked his fingers and lowered them flat onto her clit, rubbing in big, wet circles as he used his other hand to keep fucking her. Carrie’s pleasure increased infinitely, flowing through her cunt, arms, legs—thick and hot. She pushed harder against him, wanting madly to come and end her sweet torture.

On stage, the women’s cries turned to screams and screeches, and it was clear that, one by one, they were coming. The feminine moans pushed Carrie off the edge of sanity into full-blown oblivion as the orgasm jerked through her, hard and intense. She bit her lip in a small attempt to stifle her moans and when it didn’t work, Chris cut her off with a heated kiss.

As the scene on the stage drew to a close and the crowd delivered a rousing round of applause and cheers, Carrie went still as her climax waned and she looked into Chris’s warm, sexy eyes.

“How was that, baby? As good as I think?”

“Mmm,” she sighed, still coming down from it. “The most exciting thing I’ve ever experienced.”

“Let’s hear it again for Tiffany, Roxie, and Justine,” someone said over a loud-speaker, “three girls who, fortunately for us, really get into their work.”

As requested, the crowd clapped again and let loose with a few wolf whistles.

“But stay put, guys. In a few minutes, our luscious twins, Ashley and Asia, will take the stage and you don’t want to miss it.”

At that moment, Shay’s face appeared between theirs. She glanced back and forth between them, a devilish twinkle in her dark eyes. “I want to get naked,” she said.

“I don’t think you’ll get any complaints in here,” Chris replied with a wicked grin.

But Shay shook her head. “Not here. Let’s go to the Garden of Ecstasy. I haven’t been there in ages and I’m in the mood.”

Carrie looked to Chris. “Garden of Ecstasy?”

“A clothing optional bar.”

“Sounds fun,” she told him. She was still ready for anything.

* * * * *

Chris felt like he’d died and gone to heaven. Some girls were wild. And some girls were sweet. But Carrie was everything a guy could want. As they walked up Duval toward the Garden of Ecstasy, he could scarcely believe she’d let him push up her skirt and make her come right there in the strip club. He also couldn’t believe she was so calm and cool about going to a bar where most of the patrons would be partially or wholly naked. She was fucking incredible.

As they passed one of the courtyards where craftspeople set up booths and tents and tables during the day, Chris noticed a small crowd and, looking farther, a girl wearing a pair of blue jeans and nothing on top but some decorative chains. Shay seemed to notice at the same time, so without discussing it, they stopped to see what was happening.

As he led Carrie toward the gathering, she spotted the topless girl, too—her medium-sized breasts plump and pretty. “This place gets so wild at night,” she said, looking awed.

He reached down behind her, gingerly raking his hand up her ass, his fingers brushing over her pussy before he let her skirt drop back in place. “You should know,” he teased her, “since you get pretty wild at night, too.”

“Ladies, if you like to shed your top on the beach,” a guy was saying next to the topless girl, “why not dress up your breasts? You can wear my breast jewelry all day in the hot sun without tan lines. The bralette, worn by Tawny here, is comfortable and sexy. Look how pretty it makes her already lovely breasts. You can own the bralette for a mere twenty-five dollars.”