Hot Time at the Booth

The nightlife carries on.

By the time the clock hits 12:30am, Rachel's already made $800. She just finished dancing to Brittany Spear's "Toxic" when she spots John heading towards her. He's dressed in casual jeans and a muscle shirt. 

"Woohoo! Babes, I'm so glad you're here!" She shouts over the music. Wiping the sweat off her forehead she struts over to him, meeting him halfway.

John smiles and grabs her by the waist, pulling her in for a kiss. Rachel tangles her tongue with his; he gives a deep moan. It sends a fire straight down to her lady bits. She forgot all about being sore. Now she was throbbing with need. 

John's tongue explored her mouth, picking up on the taste of time. While Rachel tasted a minty flavor. Like he's just brushed his teeth. How considerate.

John breaks the kiss and stares at her boobs, massaging them with one hand while his other one goes to her ass. "I've missed you."

Rachel giggles. "Me too. You're a good kisser too, you know that?"

"I've heard it from time to time." 

John looks around. "So time for my lap dance. So how much for a private booth?"

Rachel nips his bottom lip. "No cost. There aren't any private booths. All of the booths are just the seating are with the tables removed. We switch them up all the time."

Rachel pointed at any empty spot. "Go sit over there. I'll grab you a drink."

"Alright," John replied. He was a bit bummed about there not being a private booth. So he'd have to make do with her simply grinding against his cock until he got her to his car.

He got to the booth and sat down. There was a long couch, enough for four people to be seated, and there were walls on each side sectioning it off from the next couch. But the walls were very short. He could see above them just by arching his neck. 

Rachel came back with a bottle of Vodka and two shot glasses placed atop a small tray. "I don't usually drink during work, but if it pleases a customer then we're allowed."

John smiled. "It wouldn't be fun to drink alone."

Rachel sets the tray down on the floor, then sits on John's lap. Immediately, he pulled her closer. Rachel laughed when she felt his hard on.

"Hold on, big guy. Let me give you a drink first."

She opened the bottle of Vodka and was about to pour it into a shot glass when John grabbed her hand and stated sucking on her fingers.

Rachel flushed with heat. "So you don't wanna do shots with me."

John pulled her fingers out of his mouth and placed her hand on her tit. "I wanna drink it off your tits. So take your top off and push those two beauties together." He took the bottle out of her hands and took one big gulp directly out of the bottle.

Rachel did as he said. The light was so dim here, nobody could really see them unless they looked closely. Plus, this was normal. Even getting completely naked for the right price was normal. However, sex with customers was not allowed until after 1am. And right now, based on the giant TV hanging three booths to the left, it was 12:38am. 

Damn, well it shouldn't matter. It's close enough. I doubt Miranda will care.

The Viper's Floor had many themed nights and themed months. The hours were strict and fucking was only allowed during certain pockets of time.

Rachel threw her leopard printed bra on the couch and grasped her own breasts between her hands. Cupping them, she pushed them together and up slightly so her cleavage could act as a shot glass. John immediately poured Vodka into her cleavage. He stuck his tongue in and just swirled it around for a bit. Rachel laughed as it tickled. She really loved how playful he was. This man was a fine lover.

John slurped it up, his hot breath fanning her desire. Then he poured another shot and sucked it up. Then another and another. With each one, he was getting more aroused and Rachel's nipples were aching. 

Finally he set down the half empty Vodka bottle and pushed her boobs apart. "I spilled some down here." His voice was a husky muffle as he began to lick and kiss his way down the valley between her breast. Rachel moaned as he licked his way back up.

She grabbed his head and kissed him. "Suck me."

John grabbed her breasts and began sucking them. While his hot mouth was on her left nipple, his fingers were twisting and massaging her right one. Then vice versa.

Rachel threw her head back as jets of arousal went to her pussy. She was getting so wet she knew she wouldn't be able to do foreplay for long.

John felt the same way. He sucked on her breasts hard, pushing them together and bunching them in his hands. He looked at her with hazy eyes. "Rachel, I need to fuck you."

Rachel kicked off her heels and got more comfortable on his lap. "So do I. But we're not allowed to fuck our customers until after 1 am. So try not to make too much noise."

John looked at his wristwatch. "It's 12:47pm."

"Yeah," Rachel replied, slipping off her panties and shoving them into his mouth. "We're cutting it close. So stay silent, just in case. You wouldn't want to get me in trouble with my boss, now would you?"

John bit her panties and shook her head. 

"Good, now lean your head back and let me do all the work."

Rachel unzipped him and stroked him over his under wear. John groaned. She silenced him with a kiss. "No noise, or you won't get any pussy tonight bad boy." She placed a hand over his eyes and kept kissing him as she moved her hand faster and faster.

John writhed against her and groaned into her mouth. "No more. I can't take this. Put it where it counts, pussycat." His words finished with a growl.

Rachel gasped when he grabbed her by the ass and pulled her more firmly against him. 

"Alright, but keep your eyes closed or this cat will show her claws," Rachel purred as she freed his dick from his boxers. It was so hard and thick. And hot. There were two veins running down its sides and it was already leaking. She gasped in anticipation, placing her finger at the tip and licking it off.

She looked up. John's eyes were still closed. She moved his hands from her butt and placed them on the back of the couch. "Not touching until I say so. I'm gonna ride you and you're just gonna feel it."

"Got it," John breathed.

Rachel lifted herself on to her knees and sunk down on his length slowly, inch by inch, until he was fully lodged inside her. She moaned. He moaned. They really were a perfect fit. It was as if her pussy was meant for his dick and his dick was created for her pussy.

Straddling him properly, she leaned back and placed her hands on his knees, moving her hips back and forth. Though a part of her wanted to use some of her more creative hip moves to drive him crazy, she was more focused on hitting her high. Her mind was on her own pleasure rather than the performance. This was new. She always prioritized the man whenever she was getting paid to fuck. 

But John's dick was a reward in and of itself.

Her hips started moving in circular movements as both of their breathing picked up. The music seemed to be in tune with her rising passion. When she shattered the singer's voice hit a high note. 

Rachel gasped and convulsed as pleasure hummed from her cunt to her fingertips. John came exactly when she did she shuddered as he filled her. This was why she took the pill as opposed to wearing condoms. Nothing could ever beat the sensation of a hard, veiny, bare cock filling you up with its hot juice.

John held her tight and sucked her breasts as they both came back from their high.

Rachel tried to slip off his cock when John pulled her back down, hard. They both groaned. "I'm not satisfied yet, Rachel."

"I know silly. I wasn't going anywhere. I was just switching positions. Remember how I told you I like it from behind?"

He kissed her lips. "You don't have to disengage to turn around."

Rachel smiled. That was true. She lifted herself onto her knees, stretched out one leg and swung it over his head, then the other, bracing herself against his knees to keep balance. John kissed and licked her calves as they passed over him. Rachel moaned in pleasure as the U-Turn she made caused his deeply lodged dick to stroke against her sensitive inner walls.

When she was facing the front, she pulled at John's boxers and jeans, dragging them further down until they were near his knees. John helped her, then grasped her hips, smacking at one of her butt cheeks, enjoying the redness he'd caused.

"See that wasn't so hard." He kissed her neck and her shoulders.

"Mmmmm." Rachel began to move up and down on his cock. Each time she went up she could see from the corner of her eyes that one of the dancers was also fucking a customer in the next booth. She hadn't even noticed them come over. That's how much she was concentrated on John.

John's moans filled her ears as she moved faster and faster, alternating between bouncing on his dick and twerking against it. He kept smacking her ass as he enjoyed watching the way it jiggled.

He fisted her hair in one hand and pulled her hard, arching her neck so much, he was able to start kissing her upside down. His hot tongue swirled around her mouth as his other hand went to her clitoris.

Rachel came in an instant, crying out into his mouth. He kept rubbing her clit, releasing her hair and using his other hand to part her folds so he could access her better. Rachel kept moving on his cock as another orgasm shot through her. This time she squirted, her back slamming into his chest from the force of her peak.

John grabbed both her hips and spread her legs wider, as well as his own. Then he began to slam her on to his dick, using her like fucking toy. Rachel reached around and grabbed his forearms to keep herself from falling onto the floor.

She cried out each time he pounded her. The club was forgotten. Everyone else was forgotten. She wasn't a hooker providing services right now. She was just a woman desperate to be with the man who was driving her mind senseless with pleasure.

Her eyes flew open when John suddenly stood up. He held her to him by wrapping an arm over her breasts and grabbing onto her shoulder. He walked them over to the partition. She knew what to do and grabbed the top part of it. It acted the same as a bed frame.

John kept her legs off the ground, holding onto her thighs, as he resumed his hard thrusts. Rachel's heels repeatedly smacked into her own ass as the sensation was overwhelming. She growled like a mating animal. Her hands were getting sweaty so she pulled herself closer to the partition and rested her elbows on it.

She locked eyes with her coworker who was slamming down on the cock of a man seated on a chair with its back facing them.

The customer was too busy slobbering on the other woman's breasts to notice that the woman on his cock and Rachel were getting off on watching the other get fucked. They smiled wickedly at one another as they were taken closer and closer to their peak. 

The other woman hit it first, shrieking like a banshee. And Rachel hit hers two thrusts later. John cock vein was pulsating right under where her clit was and his release hit her GSPOT. Rachel bucked against him and screamed in pleasure from the intense dual orgasms. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth and saliva fell from her lips.

For a moment she thought she would black out again. She heard John snarl like an angry bear in her ears. 

John had to wait a bit for his own pleasure to subside, before carrying Rachel back to the couch. Her inner walls had danced around his cock in ways he'd never experienced before. He didn't pull out, didn't want to. Once again they were both drenched where they were joined.

They sat there for a while. Her bent knees on his thighs, his cock buried in her pussy, her black flush against his chest and both of them drenched in sweat. Listening to him breathing was pleasurable for her was well. John felt the same way. Especially since he was the one who'd put her in that state. She was alternating between moaning and panting in broken pieces as she lay limp against him. He felt like a king.

John leaned over, an arm around her waist and grabbed the Vodka bottle. He held it to her lips. Rachel drank in little sips as she felt very weak and rung out.

He pressed a hard thumb to her clit.

She spat out her drink.

John laughed as she coughed. She pulled away from him, dislodging and stood up to glare at him. She couldn't maintain it when she saw how hard he was laughing and how handsome it made him look. She joined in.