Strip Bar- Andley

Ashley's P.O.V

I walked into the strip bar with my hands deep in my pockets. I always went into this bar I guess it just had a homey touch to me. A girl greeted me and escorted me to a seat, I ordered a Jack Daniels and coke and allowed myself to clear my head. Through my thoughts I heard someone clear their throat, I looked up and saw a boy standing over me, a waiter. His long black hair stuck out in ruffled, fluffy angles atop his head which reached past his slender shoulders, he had creamy white skin and eyes that looked like an artist had crushed blue sapphires into them. His shapely body was nearly exposed by the short, tight black dress he wore his legs covered by black stockings and a garter rested high on  his thigh. He bent gracefully to place my drink on the table then straightened, I made a turn around motion with my finger and he complied bending down a little, exposing more of his creamy skin. I tucked a five dollar bill into the garter letting my hand linger a little longer then necessary on his soft skin. He straightened again and looked at me from over his shoulder, blowing me a kiss he sauntered away in his high-heels. I watched him walk and stop at another table, where another guy was trying to sweet talk him, he laughed a tinkling sound and bent to collect their empty glasses the man deftly tucking a bill into his thong while he was bent. I couldn't take my eyes off of him, I'd never seen him at this bar before...maybe he was new? I was transfixed as I watched him raise a glass of red wine to his lips and take a dainty sip, his own lips now stained crimson from the seductive force of the wine. It was getting extremely hot in the bar so I decided to go round the back for some fresh air, I breathed in mouthfuls of cool, crisp air relaxing with each one. Suddenly I heard the back door open, out stepped the beauty who I couldn't stop ogling at, he looked at me and put the garbage he was carrying down on the ground then started lighting up a cigarette. His voluptuous lips wrapped around the death stick as he drew in the fumes greedily. I fidgeted awkwardly trying not to make it obvious I was staring at his perfection, he stubbed out his finished cigarette with his high-heel and lit up another his face almost moody. Quickly he finished his last one and stubbed it out as well, then picking up the garbage bag he walked over to me to shove it into the trash can. Suddenly without any thought I grabbed him, his eyes widening and his mouth opened in shock as I pressed him firmly over the trash can.
"Hand's off the merchandise!" he cried, trashing his legs about wildly.
"So your for sale?" I teased, feeling my way up his slender, curvy body my hands snaking under his skimpy black dress.
"Get off me!" he pleaded, twisting underneath me it just turned me on more, seeing him lying helpless under me.
"But your a whore-" I whispered into his ear, pressing more directly against him. "-And whores are supposed to like this sort of thing,"
"Well this whore doesn't," he hissed, trying to free himself from my grasp.
"Really?" I asked, shifting my hand to the front of his dress where I could feel a bump protruding from the tight fabric. "But your so excited,"
"It's alcohol effects!" he whimpered. Liking the sound of that I started pushing his dress up, revealing his creamy thighs to my hungry gaze he was absolutely perfect but I couldn't have him in an alleyway even if he was a slut. I fisted my hand in his long, silky black hair pulling his head up roughly he let out a gasp at the small pain, I smiled and pulled him along through the back door and towards the cellar. I pushed him in and he stumbled onto his knees, I shut the door behind us and flicked on the dim light it reluctantly filled the small area. I watched his eyes change from excitement back to fear as I stalked towards him, he scrambled back his body backing against the cold, damp wall. I leaned in my face inches from his and roughly pulled his head so his lips came in contact with mine. He wasn't responsive, wasn't kissing me back, I bit his lip roughly making him gasp so I could take advantage and slide my tongue inside his warm, wet mouth. He tasted like cigarettes, how disgusting, pulling away from him I slapped him around the face hard, the act bringing tears to his eyes and a ugly red mark forming on his white skin.
"It's a filthy habit to smoke," I whispered to him, watching tears spill down his cheeks with the humiliation I was causing him, it only made me want to fuck him more. Walking away from him I grabbed a bottle of red wine and popped the top, I pressed the rim of the bottle to his lips watching him drink the liquid a little. Throwing the bottle away and hearing it smash seconds later I reclaimed his lips, pushing my tongue back inside his mouth thankfully the wine had taken away the taste of the cigarettes. I pushed him back a little allowing myself to undo my belt and slide down my jeans and boxers, I saw his eyes give a betraying gleam as he saw me reveal myself to him. Grinning I walked back towards him, the head of my sex probing at his voluptuous lips, as if I had spoken the command he opened his mouth for me. Eagerly I pushed myself forward into his mouth not stopping until I could feel myself at the back of his throat, instantly he gagged his head jerking backwards the movement making me drop from his mouth. Forcefully I grabbed his nose, restricting his breathing forcing him to open his mouth for air and when he did I slid back in again, roughly I pushed myself in and out of his wet heaven watching his eyes plead me. It was so erotic to watch my flesh disappear into that plump crimson stained mouth but after a few more thrusts I pulled out of his mouth, allowing him to take big lungfuls of air. While he was distracted I slid my hands up the sides of his dress again, reaching the zipper I pulled it down and slipped the shoulder straps off him, letting the fabric fall down to his thighs showing me more perfection. My hands slid down his white torso feeling all the bumps of his ribs against them, I ran them up to his nipples tweaking each one making him emit little gasps into the quiet of the cellar. "Stand Up," I ordered, shakily he did as I asked, wobbling a little on his high-heels. The dress fell to his ankles now, showing me the full picture he was now standing before me in just a pair of stockings, a garter and a flimsy pair of lace panties. Kicking the dress away from his ankles, I set to work getting his frustrating underwear off, I trailed a pattern to his navel my fingers dipping underneath the elasticated waistline of his panties as I pulled them down too. Groaning at the sight of him naked before me, I pushed him back harder against the wall, my hands went to his hips. "Wrap your legs around me," I felt him shift and jump his long limbs wrapping around my waist, binding his body against mine then he let out a small pleasure laced gasp as I pushed firmly into him, his internal muscles clenching around me perfectly. His hands clenched on my biceps and his head rested on my shoulder as I moved inside of him, I could feel him trembling in my arms, hear the little moans that would emanate from his mouth whisper against the flesh of my neck.
It took every ounce of willpower in my not to pound into him savagely even though I desperately wanted to, I felt his nails suddenly rake down my back. "What's the magic word?" I teased.
"P-Please," he whimpered, his breath catching in a tangled scream as I increased my pace and rhythm.
Teasingly I slid out of him, the reaction on his face was priceless as I pushed him down onto all fours but it was worth it as he screamed out a second time as I entered him again but this time hitting his prostate directly with each of my thrusts. Wantonly he pushed his hips back towards me, silently begging me to finish it but I was feeling cruel, I pulled him up so he was kneeling with me still burrowed inside of him so I could bite his neck and slide my two fingers into his mouth. He whimpered and raked his nails down my thighs his head tossing back uttering breathless moans around my fingers. Feeling my own release creeping in, I took control and pounded into him like I had wanted to the first time I had seen him. His eyes widened and his moans came out as keening sounds then turning into screams of pure pleasure as he came in my arms. Pulling myself out of his tight body and letting him flop back onto all fours, I pulled on my jeans and did them up then my top and my boots. I looked at him again breathing heavily and sweating, a thin line of what I had deposited inside of him running down his legs, he wasn't so well groomed now I thought. Grinning I walked over to him and tucked another bill into his garter.
"That was nice, we should do it again some time," I smiled at him deviously then patting him on his ruined ass I walked out leaving him to gather himself. It wasn't until I was outside the bar and walking home that I realised I didn't even know his name...