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Aleks was sitting in the VIP lounge with a new business partner and several colleagues. Girls were dancing on the stage, and girls were walking around them too. When the waitresses bent down to put glasses of whiskey on the table, their breasts risked popping out of their tight bras. At the same time, the skirts, which did not cover the appetizing buttocks anyway, lifted almost to the waist. Aleks felt uncomfortable. The last thing he liked was such amusements. But there was no way to refuse today. The new partner, Nikolai, was very insistent, downright demanded that Aleks come here to rest.
“This is the most fashionable strip club in the whole city. And it's mine," Nikolai boasted.
Anyway, Aleks decided just to wait patiently when it was all over. Suddenly, the lights on the stage went out, and then a single spotlight came on, and a fragile girl in a shiny gold bikini appeared in it. She was dancing at the pole with a masquerade mask on, so it was impossible to see her face, but Aleks couldn't look away. He froze with a glass of whiskey in his hand.
"My little star,” Nikolai whispered in his ear. “Do you like her?”
Aleks just nodded. After a few minutes, the dance ended, and the girl left, swaying her hips, to the deafening whistling of the crowd. The conversation at the table in the VIP lounge returned to some work issues. Aleks was lost in his thoughts and did not see how Nikolai gave some kind of order to one of the waitresses. But soon the masked girl came up to their table. Over her bikini, she was now wearing a short skirt and a shirt tied in a knot under her breast.
“Mr. Lantsov?”
“Ah, Alina. Meet Aleks Morozov. He is my very important guest. Please make him feel good.”
Aleks looked at Nikolai in surprise, but he only winked at him, gulping down his glass.
Alina beckoned Aleks to follow her and headed for the exit of the VIP lounge without even turning around. As if she knew for sure that he would follow her. She just didn't give him a choice. He really went after her.
In a small crimson-red room for private dancing there was a white sofa upholstered in velvet. Not the most practical solution, Aleks thought for some reason. There was a small bar in the corner and a speaker, which the girl immediately turned on.
She turned to the guest, seductively modestly bringing her legs together.
“Do you want a drink?”
He nodded, and Alina handed him a fresh glass of whiskey with ice. She pointed him to the sofa, and when he sat down, she shook her hair, closing her eyes for a second. And then she began to move slowly to the music.
Aleks couldn't take his eyes off her. He knew women, many of them. But there was something about this young girl that made his heart beat faster and his pants tighten with arousal. Especially when she put her shoe foot right between his thighs.
The girl continued to dance without touching him, but for some reason it seemed to Aleks that the girl's hands were constantly touching him wherever she wanted. He licked his dry lips, feeling that the arousal was reaching a point where there was no point in fighting it. And it was at that moment, as if sensing this, the dancer walked around the sofa and, bending over him, ran her hands through his hair, forcing him to close his eyes and almost purr with pleasure. She ran the tip of her tongue over his earlobe, and hot breath touched his skin, and the scent of a woman's skin, oiled with floral lotion, touched his nose.
"Tell me what you love," she whispered. “A little tenderness?” She ran her fingertip along the collar of his shirt. “Or passion?” She squeezed his hair, making him tilt his head back. Approaching his face, the girl licked her lips and took a deep breath of air. “Mm-hmm… So what do you like, handsome?”
She released him and stood in front of him again, not continuing to dance for a moment. Her deft fingers quickly untied the knot of her shirt and, opening its hem, she began to move her hips, drawing seductive lines with them. Taking off her shirt, she approached him again and undid the top few buttons on his. Gentle girlish fingers touched her breasts. He caught her arm when she tried to pull away. For a moment, wariness flashed in her eyes, but Aleks just kissed her palm. This made the girl even more confused.
“How far can you go in your dance?” he asked.
"Not as far as men want," she smiled and, turning her back to him, made a sharp bend forward, showing him her buttocks and a strip of bikini between her legs. She ran her palm over her perineum and, quickly rising, turned to face him.
Aleks struggled with his desire to get up and pin the girl against the wall. Cover her face and neck with kisses, and then… He closed his eyes. It's just a dance. It will be over soon, and he will have to leave, and she will dance for others. The thought of men looking at her and possibly touching her sent a sudden surge of jealousy through him. But he was a reasonable man with a cold mind, otherwise he would not have made such a fortune for himself, so a plan began to form in his head.
Alina danced for some more time, now approaching him, now moving away. Her every touch burned him, but somehow she managed to make it so that he didn't have enough all the time, he wanted more.
The girl made some beautiful movements with her hands and froze in the pose of Venus at the moment when the music stopped.
"I'm sorry, handsome, but your time is up.”
He smiled at her and stood up. Coming very close, Aleks ran his fingertips over the oval of her face looking into her eyes..
"I'd like you to take off your mask."
"Not today," she smiled and walked away, opening the door. “Mr. Lantsov is probably waiting for you.”
Aleks walked out with his hands in his pants pockets, afraid he wouldn't be able to resist the temptation to touch her.
When he returned to the VIP longe, Nikolai immediately turned to him with a question, “Well, how is it? Did Alinochka do everything you asked?”
“If I asked her to drive me crazy, then yes.”
“You liked her, didn't you?”
Aleks didn't say anything, but Nikolai obviously didn't need an answer. The evening continued, and Aleks didn't talk about Alina anymore. The plan, outlined in the private dancing room, was finally formed in his head.
“Honey, you have a special order today.” Nikolai was standing in the locker room where the girls were getting ready to go on stage. It was still early, so there was no one else here but them.
Alina froze in front of the mirror with bright scarlet lipstick in her hand and looked questioningly at the owner of the club.
“I've already called you a taxi. So get ready,” Nikolai said.
“Who is he?”
“It's a surprise.”
“Nikolai, you know I don't work like that. I need to know. In case he doesn't pass my personal face control.”
“Oh, don't worry about that. First of all, he is fabulously rich. Secondly, he is sexy. Well, that's what the women who see him say. Thirdly, you already know each other. And since you haven't made any complaints, it means…" Nikolai looked at her significantly.
Alina was silent. For some reason she thought about that handsome man with demonic black eyes who came a few days ago. She wondered if she would go to him? Oh, if only it could be…
Nikolai slowly approached her.
“Alina, you know I never send you unless I'm one hundred percent sure that both of you will have fun. Believe me, you won't regret it.”
She was still silent. If only she could be sure that this is the handsome one, then…
“I have one last argument for you.” And Nikolai handed her a check for ten thousand dollars.
"Ten thousand?" She exclaimed. “What should I do for that kind of money?”
“Whatever you want, darling.”
“All right. If you tell me… is this the guy I danced for at your request?”
Nikolai laughed.
“My beautiful Alina. You're amazing. Get ready,” he said leaving the room.
Asshole! Alina thought, looking at Nikolai's retreating back. He could have said it straight out to her.
However, her intuition told her that it was him, and therefore Alina was going with double enthusiasm. Since Nikolai allowed it, it means that today it will be possible to release the inner devil outside and enjoy the man she liked so much.
The taxi stopped near the skyscraper, and Alina, wearing a carnival mask, entered the hall, where she was met by Ivan, a bodyguard, but he did not name his boss. He took her to a luxurious two-story penthouse on the twentieth floor. Ivan left her there and went away. Alina looked around. She had never been in such an apartment before. Everything here spoke of how rich its owner was. But at the same time, there was nothing flashy and pretentious here. Laconic lines, lots of light pouring from dozens of lamps.
“Good evening, Alina.”
She turned at the sound of the voice and couldn't help but smile. The long-awaited reward! Yes, it was him. He's even more attractive now than he was then. His hair is carelessly styled, and one strand, escaping from his hairstyle, falls on his forehead. Loose-fitting trousers and a white T-shirt made him both stylish and homely.
“Hello, handsome,” she immediately started to play her part.
“Do you want something to drink?”
“Not now,” and Alina untied her cloak, presenting herself in front of him in a sexy maid outfit.
Aleks sat down on the sofa. He dimmed the lights a little, and Alina turned on the music and began to dance. She always felt free and easy dancing. She easily got used to any role. And now, pretending to clean and brushing away non-existent dust with a broom in such a position that Aleks could see her underwear, she did not feel any awkwardness. This time they were not limited in time, and Alina stretched the pleasure. She did not come close to him for a long time, allowing him to admire her from afar. But the distance between them was inevitably closing, and Aleks could have reached out and stroked her thigh. He still didn't do it. Why? she thought.
Alina walked around him and, bending over him as before, whispered, "You still haven't told me what you like, handsome."
“I like to enjoy and surrender to the moment. Now I like what you're doing. And I'm sure you'll like what I'll do to you later.”
Alina couldn't help but smile. She stood in front of him, legs apart, allowing him to appreciate her beauty, and then sat on top of him. His hand was on her buttock almost immediately, and his other hand wrapped around her waist.
"You can let the demons out tonight, handsome. Our private session is just beginning.”
After that, she kissed him hotly on the lips, and he immediately responded, caressing her mouth with his tongue. Alina tangled her fingers in his hair, feeling his cock grow stronger. She herself was burning with fire and imagined how excruciatingly wonderful it would be to get rid of this sweet torture. Aleks kissed her lips, biting and sucking them, and Alina moved her pelvis, feeling his desire through her underwear and his trousers.
He lowered the strap of her dress, exposing her breasts, and soon Alina was suffocating with bliss. Aleks played with her nipple with his tongue, licked it and bit it slightly, sucked in and let go. His touch was gentle and careful. He wasn't like the inept lovers who think that the harder you rub and squeeze a woman's breasts, the more pleasure you give a girl. Alina held Aleks's head against her breasts, wishing he would never stop. It seemed to her that she would come right now — so strong was her desire. But she was wrong.
Aleks ran his fingers between her legs, and she trembled all over.
“Oh, saints!..”
"You're so… incredible. Alina, beautiful Alina…”
"Go on,” she said, and he obeyed. He kissed her everywhere, continuing to stroke the most sensitive areas between her legs with his fingers without taking off her thong. Her moans grew louder, and her breathing became short. She fidgeted impatiently on top of him, begging for deliverance. Gods, the orgasm was so close… So close.
“Yes, girl, come to me," Aleks whispered in her ear. “I want to see you at this moment. Come…”
Alina, as if she was just waiting for his demand, shuddered under the weight and bliss of the orgasm that rolled over. Her hips were shaking, she gripped Aleks's shoulders with force, and a long moan escaped her lips.
When she opened her eyes, he was looking at her with adoration and no less desire than a few minutes ago.
"Your dance was beautiful, Alina," he said.
She bit her lip, hiding a smile, and then answered, “I'm afraid I'm not done.”
And she got up, adjusted to the music and began to dance again. This time she was slowly undressing herself. She untied the belt, pulled off the second strap of the dress, showing Aleks her breasts in full beauty. The frilly skirt fell to her feet, leaving her in only a thong and stockings. She turned her back on him, bending down and squeezing her buttocks at the level of his face. She felt a light slap, which echoed in her body with a new wave of desire.
Turning to him, she knelt in front of him and pulled the T-shirt up. God, he was good. Alina was dizzy from the smell of him, she admired his body, unbuckling the belt on his trousers.
"Let's dance together," she said. He didn't have to be asked twice.
Aleks suddenly stood up, picking her up and turning her over, so that now she was on the sofa, pinned down by his body. He pulled down the thin fabric of her underwear, exposing sensitive soft pink flesh, eager to be possessed.
“I want to see how you touch yourself, Alina.”
He took her hand and licked her fingers, and Alina began obediently massaging and stroking herself, staring at him steadily while he, too, without taking his eyes off her, got rid of his clothes.
Alina tilted her head back slightly, closing her eyes as her middle finger slid inside her body. She made several movements while he was putting on a condom.
He took her hand again and licked her fingers again, sucking on each of them.
"You're sweeter than honey," he said, touching the head of his penis to her labia.
Alina groaned, leaning forward.
"Show me how you dance,” she said. “I want you so much inside of me…”
And then he slowly entered her, at the same time removing her mask. Alina moaned, leaning back and spreading her legs wider apart.
Aleks began to move inside her. Slowly at first, then faster and faster. Alina began caressing herself again, helping him and herself to reach the final.
He held her tightly by the pelvis, impaling her on himself with such force and fury that Alina screamed with delight every time, accelerating the movement with her hand, her clit was swollen and slippery from the moisture that her body exuded.
“Yes, please, I beg you… more!..”
“You're first," Alex said, and she felt his tension from the near orgasm.
“No,” she replied, "we'll do it together."
Without taking their eyes off each other anymore, they continued the wild and ancient dance of love, like life itself. The peak of pleasure was so close that Alina no longer thought about anything, her whole being focused on giving pleasure and receiving it in return.
When the wave of orgasm washed over her, she couldn't hold back a scream and threw her head back on the sofa, almost immediately hearing a growl and a long moan.
Aleks's cock throbbed inside her, and it was so beautiful that Alina did not want to be separated from this man.
He was tireless. They repeated everything in the bathroom. This time he took her from behind in the shower stall. Hot water was pouring down from above, the windows were fogged up, but they couldn't stop. Now he was caressing her clit himself, moving quickly inside her. When he finished, he bit her shoulder, and the scream that escaped her lips echoed throughout the room. Then she spent a long time in the jacuzzi and drank expensive champagne, recuperating. Aleks sat across from her and silently admired her. This man was gorgeous. It was the first time Alina had been so hungry for someone and the first time she had slept with a client. This time she wanted it. It wasn't about the money. Any other man would not have received anything beyond what she was willing to give. But Aleks… oh! — he had been beckoning to her since the first meeting.
When they moved into the bedroom and settled down on a truly king-sized bed, Aleks did not leave a single place on her body that was not kissed. His tongue sliding over her clit slowly and strongly, then easily and quickly, his tongue caressing every millimeter of skin around the most sensitive area, gave her so much pleasure that the neighbors could have run to her scream if Aleks had not lived in such luxurious apartments.
It was the middle of the night when they seemed to have had enough of each other and were lying next to each other on the bed.
“How much do you love your job at the club?” Aleks asked.
“Why do you ask?”
“I don't want you to continue it.”
“Why is that, Mr. Morozov?” Alina propped herself up on her elbow to get a better look at his face.
"Because I want you to dance just for me."
"Mmm… and that ten thousand dollars is an attempt to outbid me?"
“Ten, a hundred, a million — whatever you ask. If necessary, I will buy the club from Lantsov and close it down.”
"I can find another club," Alina objected. But she couldn't help but smile—what does good sex do to men, huh?
“I'll buy it too.”
“Then you'll go broke, and you won't be so attractive.”
“Are you kidding on me, little Alina?” he asked, squinting.
“Yes.” She paused and added, "You know, I didn't get into the club because of a bad life. Simply… I was bored. Nikolai and I are old friends, so he agreed to accept me on my terms. I'm dancing on stage, and a lap dance with me is too much of an honor that very, very few people get. And only if I want to. Well, to calm you down completely, I have never touched anyone in a private room and did not allow anyone to touch me. You were the first. The only one.”
“Is that so? So you'll leave the club if I ask you to?”
“Maybe.”
“Alina!” There was a slight threat in his voice, and she laughed.
"Oh, handsome… you're lucky you're so good in bed. A few more nights like this, and maybe I'll lose my head completely.”
Aleks hovered over her, pushing her legs apart with his knee.
"I want to start getting you on my side right now," he said hoarsely.
"I don't mind," Alina replied, wrapping her legs around his waist. “Then take me now. Again. And then again and again. Strip away my conscience, I don't need it. I shamelessly want to have sex only with you. Ten thousand, a hundred thousand, a million times…”
"Yes, honey, that's what I'm here for.”
He settled between her thighs, entering her again.
“Oh, yes!.. Go on…" she moaned.
“I'll never stop.”