Confessions of a Lapdancer

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 cock, keeping eye contact with him the whole time.

Sometimes I miss the texture of real cock inside me. But a girl’s got to play safe.

Straddling him, I lowered myself on to his shaft, achingly slowly, until my bum was resting on his rock-hard thighs.

Maybe there is something to be said for rugby after all.

Rocking backwards and forwards and side to side, gripping his cock with my pelvic muscles, I waited until I found a rhythm that produced the most intense pleasure.

God, I loved being fucked – and I loved being in the driving seat while I was doing it. As I pumped him in and out of my pussy, my whole belly warmed and tingled as I allowed myself to start down the road to orgasm.

Our breathing came hard and heavy, every muscle taut. Sensing how he was getting too close – I wasn’t ready yet, not nearly ready – I loosened my pelvic grip. Just a little, just enough. Give the boy a breather, hey? He moaned and thrashed around beneath me. And just as I started up again, ready to really get the momentum going this time, I heard a sharp intake of breath and the sudden spasm of his cock inside me. Fuck!

After a series of weakening thrusts, he rested his head against my breasts.

‘Geri, sweetheart, I’m sorry. I tried to hold back … you know I can satisfy you. It won’t take me long to recover, let’s do it again …’

As we both lay there, panting, I just wished to God I could find a man who could control himself. And me. Handsome boys like Ryan were too easy for me to trample underfoot. He reached out to hug me, but I pushed him away.

‘Not now, Ryan,’ I said. ‘I just want to sleep now.’

I was worn out, tired by the day, by the role play, by my life …

‘Are you OK, Geri? What’s wrong?’ he asked.

‘Nothing you can put right, Ryan,’ I told him. ‘You don’t have to – you’re not my boyfriend.’

‘Yeah, I know, but that doesn’t mean I don’t care,’ he said.

‘Thanks, I appreciate that. But really, you can’t help. Now, please, let me get some shut-eye …’

He kissed my forehead and rolled over. ‘OK, sweetie. You are one hot woman, do you know that? Goodnight then.’

Ryan was a nice guy, and sweet enough when he was away from work and the influence of his buddies, but simply not man enough for me.

It had been an incredible night, the implications of which had not yet sunk in. I soon sunk into a fractured sleep, with images of the evening drifting in and out of strange dreams.

When Ryan’s alarm went off early the next morning I hardly felt rested at all. I shunned his sleepy advances and quickly washed and dressed before he was even out of bed.

‘See you at work,’ I laughed, giving him a peck on the cheek.

With that I shut the door behind me and made my way down the stairs.

I was just lifting my arm to hail a cab on the main road, when I thought to check in my beloved Prada handbag to make sure my purse was there. It wasn’t. I knew I hadn’t taken it out at Ryan’s so I must have dropped it at the club. There was no way, after that exit, that I was going to go back and knock on Ryan’s door, so I decided to bite the bullet and take the walk of shame home to Greenwich. Thank God my keys were in my pocket.

It gave me a chance to reflect. On the one hand I was proud of myself that I’d pulled off such a performance last night – but on the other I was concerned at the fallout I might experience at the office. Had I overstepped the mark? Would Luke make my life even more difficult now, or had my bravura performance shut him up for the time being?

After a quick shower and change of clothes, I headed straight to work. Before cancelling all my cards I called the Pearl, hoping against hope that my purse might have been handed in.

‘Hi, my name’s Geraldine Carson,’ I told the woman who answered. ‘I’ve reason to believe a black leather Prada wallet might have been handed in at the Pearl last night.’