Page 41 of Crow

Tarynn’s grin is instant. “Yes!” She goes to leap up, but the dancer, wearing a slinky black sequin dress that barely covers her nipples and sweeps down into the world’s shortest skirt, automatically straddles her, pinning her to the chair.

“Oh my god,” Tarynn yelps. Her hands fly up to latch onto the woman’s hips. “Is- this okay?” she whispers.

The dancer nods, undulating against Tarynn. “It’s fine, honey. Is this your first time in a club?”

Tarynn bites down on her bottom lip and nods fiercely.

The dancer laughs, not unkindly. “I’ll make sure you have a great time. You’re so beautiful, darling. Have you ever touched a woman before?”

“Sure,” Tarynn responds, but then she understands. “Err… no. Not like that.”

“You just sit back and enjoy this. You can close your eyes or keep them open. Whatever you want to do is fine. Your hands are fine right there on my hips. You can get close, but don’t taste. Is that something you’d like to do?”

Tarynn’s head bobs wildly again. “Yes!”

She has zero pretense and zero chill. It’s so fucking hot.

My brain goes to that dark place while I watch the dancer gyrate her hips over Tarynn’s lap. She leans in close enough that her huge breasts are right near Tarynn’s face. I watch asTarynn’s head falls back, her lips parted in the pleasure of new discovery.

It’s not a far leap to picture her that way on my lap, hovering over my hard cock. I can’t stop the cascade that rushes through my brain. I think about all the things I’d like to do to her. Wide and varied, dark and depraved.

I want her on her knees, begging for my cock. She’d take me out eagerly, stuff as much of me as she could in her mouth until she gags. She’d love it. She’d try so hard, drool pooling at the corners of her mouth and running down her chin as I claim her beautiful throat. She’d swallow like a good girl, breathing as I coach her. She’d be drenched, dripping down her thighs, before she’d pull back and plead with me to come in her mouth. She’d swallow every last drop, licking the salt of me from her lips. I’d tackle her into a new position, letting her ride my face. I’d fill her virgin pussy with my cock, and she’d love it. I’d make myself so slick and drenched with her juices right before I claimed her tight asshole. She’d hold nothing back. She’d scream and moan and writhe in ecstasy. She’d come with three of my fingers in her pussy, so full that she’d feel me for days. She’d scream my name and—

My. Name.

She wouldn’t scream my name.

She doesn’t know I exist.

She doesn’t know that I want her in every way. I want to protect her, to know her, to hear her laugher and her throaty moans of pleasure. I want everything and yet, I desire the simplest thing of all. Time. Existence. The one thing that none of us are guaranteed, but me most of all.

I’m wrenched from being up in my head as the dancer climbs off Tarynn. That’s my cue to pay her, which I do. I peel off a couple hundred dollars and hand them over discreetly.

I expect Tarynn to go back to watching the stage and the goings on around us with wide eyes, but those beautiful verdant orbs lock on my face. They narrow, heavy lidded. She rakes them over my face, then back up, locking our gazes as she slides down slightly in the chair and opens her legs.

It’s light and shadow in here. Her panties are black. I can’t quite tell if they’re wet or not. I can’t smell her.

As soon as her hand trails down her waist, past that scrap of leather and plays along her upper thighs, there’snothing else going on in here.There’s just her and her fingers, edging further and further up, painting an invisible path that I want to trace with my lips and tongue, straight to her center.

She runs her finger down her panties. They must be cotton. And they must also be soaked. They cling to the shape of her, her finger tracing the outline before it sweeps up and she circles her clit.

Her head falls back, her eyes close, her face pinched in concentration. She’s not at all aware of her surroundings. This is a show, just for me. I’m the one who eyes the area. If a single other man is looking this way, I swear that I’ll gouge his damn eyes out.

No one is paying any attention to us over in the corner. The perks of topless waitresses, dancers working the floor, and the acrobatics of the naked women up on stage.

I scoot forward in my chair, taking it with me, jerking forward until our knees are almost touching. I lean in and saydarkly, just for Tarynn to hear. “Put your fingers under your panties. Slip them inside yourself. I want you to tell me how tight and wet you are. Coat your fingers in your arousal and let me see.”

Her hand freezes. “Someone will notice!” She sounds scandalized, but she doesn’t look it. She looks intrigued. Starving to be naughty.

“Not if you’re discreet.”

Her eyes trace the same path mine just followed. She angles her body directly into my line of sight and parts her legs even further. She keeps her skirt from riding up and uses it to hide what she’s doing beneath. I watch her fingers disappear under the black fabric. I flick my eyes up to her face. She’s watching me, focused and intense. I watch her right back. Neither of us breaks, not even when she gasps and makes the softest little whimper.

It goes straight to my cock. I’m the one angling myself so that no one can get a view of the massive boner I have going on in my jeans. I reach down and adjust myself, tucking my cock up towards my waistband.

Tarynn’s eyes widen slightly as she watches me do it.

Something heady flashes in them.

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