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    So I sat on his lap, wearing almost nothing, and did a lap dance. I moved back and forth on his erection and wished we were both undressed. For the first time, I actually got turned on doing a lap dance. I was just thinking about being alone with him, when he kissed me. If you’ve ever been to that kind of place, you know you don’t kiss the dancers.
    I jumped back, a little startled. Nobody had ever kissed me at the club and, to tell the truth, it had been so long since I’d been kissed anyway that I was really taken aback. I stared into his gorgeous brown eyes for a moment and he said, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to do that.”
    I told him it was okay, that I was just surprised. He kissed me again. This time I wasn’t so shocked. I just kissed him back and let myself get lost in the moment. He was so tender. It had to have been the best kiss I’d ever had.
    He moved his hand from my outer thigh, where customers are allowed to touch a dancer, to my inner thigh, where they are not. I looked behind me to see if the bouncer had noticed. As usual, he was watching the show on stage instead of watching the girls on the floor with the customers, like he’s supposed to. It was the first time I was grateful to him for not doing his job.
    Jim kissed me deeper and harder, and I let my hair fall around his face, to hide us if the bouncer looked over.
    He started rubbing my clit through the fabric of my G-string and almost drove me crazy. As he gently rubbed me with his fingers, he lowered his mouth to my breast. He sucked softly at first and then more urgently. I would have stopped anyone else, but with him it just seemed natural. He went back to kissing my eager mouth after taking care of both of my breasts. I’d never done anything like this in public before and the fear of getting caught added to the excitement.
    He stopped kissing me for a moment and looked into my eyes as he gently slipped my G-string aside and slipped his finger inside me. I was already so wet and excited that I almost came the minute he inserted his finger. He was looking right into my eyes, which heightened my arousal even more. I gasped in unbridled pleasure and he started to kiss me again as he slid his finger deeper inside me.
    I could feel his erection beneath me. At that moment I wanted him so much that I would have sneaked him into the bathroom to finish if I didn’t think I’d lose my job. He fingered me with such skill that I came twice, and I al-most screamed the second time. I finally had to tell him I couldn’t take it anymore.
    I had to go change my costume because it was almost my turn on stage again and I was dripping. I have never wanted anyone as much as I wanted Jim that night.
    I only let him pay for one lap dance, and threw the rest in for free. After I danced again, he and his two friends had to go.
    I still see him at work and, every time I do, I think about him fingering me in the club and it makes my nipples hard. We’ve never talked about that night and he’s never come back to the club. I did take a drive with him one day at lunch, but that’s another story.—
C.M., Bayonne, New Jersey

TRUCKERS’ TREAT
    Every year my girlfriend and I go up north on Memorial Day. A couple of years ago, we left for the weekend on Friday morning at five, in an effort to avoid the Boston traffic. We were cruising along nicely, and I reached over to fondle her beautiful breasts. All of a sudden, I noticed a truck driver was staying right beside us and watching. When I told my girlfriend, she laughed and unbuttoned her blouse, giving him quite a view. He stayed with us, and then I noticed a van on my side. The driver kept glancing over at my girlfriend’s breasts and licking his lips. He kept up with us for about a half-hour, mouthing the words, “More, more, more.”
    With me fondling her and these drivers watching, my girlfriend was getting hotter and hotter, so she removed her blouse completely, then her shorts and underwear,