"Restless Knight"
An erotic story by Laurel and K-kitty
Edge's parts were written by Laurel.
Lily's parts were written by K-kitty.
Story Notes: Edge is 1/4 Japanese. Beirget is a friend of his who has been staying with him for a few days. Jessie is a character of K-kitty's whom Edge made out with earlier in the night, but it didn't get past petting. Part of the reason why he's so restless here. ;D I substituted the wet dream for another that he had that related to a specific story; it would just confuse the reader here if it were left in its original form. The title is a play on words; earlier in this story, a character had a tarot card reading where a card came up that referred to Edge as a knight, the Knight of Swords. He is experiencing a restless night, but he also is a restless knight. Also, Edge is psychokinetic (AKA telekinetic), meaning that he can move objects and influence the structure of matter with the power of his mind.
This is Edge at his wolfiest. He proves that although he has his sensitive side, he's still just a guy. ~_^
Everyone in this story is over the age of 18.
This story is rated Adult17+ (meaning that you should not read it if you are under the age of 17).
Being that Beirget had stayed over at Yoshi's, Edge had the whole bed to himself. He sprawled out with a big smile on his face, indulging himself, before turning over on his side a few minutes later, a position that was much more comfortable for sleeping anyway. It had been an eventful night, and so Edge drifted off quickly.
He was lying down, lying on the spread-out blanket with Jessie again. Both of them on their sides, arms around each other, kissing. Hers, tentative and unsure; his, probing and aggressive, but not too much so. Jessie's inexperience mixed with her curiosity turned it on for him more than the thought of the final result, if there could be a final result with this one, tonight. Probably not, but Edge wasn't stopping her. He was enjoying it too much. She didn't even know she was teasing... had no idea where they were going...
Jessie's fingers, her feminine but well-worked fingers, curled into his shirt... why had that been the thing that excited him the most? Her panting, her body shaking, her wide eyes, her fist gripping his Iron Maiden T-shirt like she might fall off a cliff if she let go... her intense reaction to the unfamiliarity of what she was feeling had sent shockwaves right into his crotch and got him grinning happily, maybe a little like a big dumb goof. Okay, a LOT like a big dumb goof.
The question poured out of his mouth, all silky and full of arousal; "Will you let me finger you?"
Edge awakened with a moan. It took several seconds for him to realize that he'd been dreaming, and wasn't still lying on that hill with that soft, sweet girl in his arms, quivering against him. Damn. Didn't it hurt to wake up from dreams like that, especially before they were finished? Maybe in the dream, they could have gone all the way. Hey, his mind, his rules. And, oh, wonderful... look what the mental petfest had done to his dick...
For the next ten minutes, Edge's head was filled with thoughts of the dream, mixed with memories of what it was like to make out with Jessie, and other random sexual thoughts. He enjoyed thinking about sweet, soft women... warm women. This wasn't helping; what was he trying to do? Make the hard-on go down or encourage it to rise even more?
Dead kittens, dead kittens, dead kittens... man, they look soft, like Jessie must look in her bra and panties. Does she wear lacy ones or - DAMN.
Apparently, he wasn't getting back to sleep anytime soon. The dream had made him so restless. Edge looked at the clock. Midnight. So... the strip bars would still be open. There, he could get some definite satisfaction. Edge didn't want to stroke this one off - he wanted to feel a warm girl in his hands. He needed to.
Sure, the girls there weren't innocent, nor inexperienced, but that wasn't the only type he liked, at least not for what he was looking for right now. Edge put his clothes back on and threw on his leather jacket.
About 15 minutes before he entered the American-style Japanese club, two strippers had a begging-and-pleading conversation backstage that did not involve the usual kind of begging and pleading they heard out on the floor from the customers who were short on money.
"Oh, puhleeeeze, Lily?" An oriental stripper, already peeling off her extended lashes and wiping the extensive makeup from her face, was peering over at the half-caste girl with pleading eyes. Behind her, a rather boyish Japanese youth grinned sheepishly over his girlfriend's shoulder.
Lily rolled her eyes. What was this? 'Young Strippers in Love?' She blinked, realizing that her coworker was still talking.
"Yose only has two more days of leave... if we're going to run to Rapongi to get married, it's now or never. You can cover for me, it's not like it happens every day?"
Lily glanced up at a clock on the wall, sweeping a lock of flame-orange hair from her dark eyes. Late night... or early morning, whichever. She didn't work this crowd, she worked 'Prime-time,' where you made higher tips and put up with a less drunk crowd. But the look on the other girl's face tore it for her. What the hell? She might not believe in romance, but there was no reason the other one couldn't at least learn the hard way, huh?
She nodded, only to be enveloped in a smothering hug, before being released just as quickly, as the girl made good her escape with her ... would be husband.
By the time he got to the club, where he'd been several times before, Edge's hard-on had relaxed a little, but not enough to make him turn around and go home. He entered the club to the smells of beer and women's perfume, among other things. Ah, here were the girls, dancing on the stage and provocatively peeling off their clothes. Life was good! With a smirk, he took a seat near the main stage and ordered a beer.
A new song started up, the mostly naked dancers gathered up their money and ran off stage with a wave, and the crop of new dancers emerged. Japanese strip clubs were a strange place when compared with the clubs of America. Some clubs in Japan, the men just sat there quietly watching the women strip, or simulate masturbation, or any of a number of obscenely hot things, and then clapped politely when the act was done. Other Japanese clubs, the crowds were a bit more boisterous, especially if there were visiting or imported Americans in the crowd. Edge had always liked the boisterous, more American style clubs better; the quiet ones made him feel like he was attending an art lecture on the female body.
This club had a crowd of Japanese businessmen at the bar who were happily entertaining a big client from America. The business deal these two companies could cook up would result in 200 American workers moving to Japan with their families, something the Japanese government liked very much, with their country's own low birth rate. The Japanese company was trying very hard to make the Americans happy. This entire crowd in their business suits and ties made up the most excited patrons of the club, hooting and whooping it up at the sexy dancers.
Edge liked them; they seemed to be having a great time. He looked back at that crowd, grinned, then turned back to the stage where the new dancers were coming out.
Lily was just the slightest bit of a time-snob. She liked her own crowd. She was used to it, she knew the regulars. She was now wearing a pair of indecently tiny denim shorts and a tied up checked shirt -- both of which were doomed to go flying in the first few minutes of her dance -- and underneath, a sparkling peach-colored G-string and matching bra... that would soon be just the string and a couple of minuscule, sequined patches over her nipples... and those, only for show.
She looked out over the crowd as she slinked onto the stage, choosing the pole she was going to dance with according to the audience nearby. She was relieved when she noted a young, rather attractive young man right up front and center. Ah... There we go! Perfect!
Here came one sexy little miss, sauntering toward the pole right in front of him. He smiled impishly at just the way she stalked the pole, as if choosing which one was the best.
She slipped up to the pole right in front of Edge and let her hands, with her long, lacquered nails, run over the creamy skin of her thighs and tummy above her shorts, invitingly. She tugged at the waistband of the shorts, allowing a quick peek of a low-riding tattoo of thorned rosevines right above her pubic region.
She might have been wrong. She mused, looking the man up and down. He was more than half hard as it was -- she was good at noting that kind of thing -- and hot-looking in a boy-scout-turned-bad-ass kind of way. This might not be so bad after all.
Edge's eyes widened momentarily and he grinned at her; this is just what he needed to get his mind off not being able to sleep. She was cute! Sexy little thing with a sweet little body, petite and sassy, but with the unmistakable tits and hips of a woman. He knew she wasn't innocent, working here, but she sure looked it enough, save for the tattoo and facial piercings. Damn, Edge was glad he came.
His eyes widened again as he realized she was looking at him, really looking at him. Edge had to lick his lips and grin with a little embarrassment; he felt like he'd been caught at something. But this was the place to be caught when you were feeling horny, wasn't it? He fully drank her in with the evil Ellie Mae outfit, and a devilish grin spread anew across his face. That smile said how sexy he found her, and how much he wanted to see her take it off.
As if to accentuate his point, the businessmen at the bar cheered. They had a couple of the demure office girls with them, who giggled behind their hands at the men's behavior.
Lily chose to ignore the catcalls from the inebriated businessmen and focus on her 'fan' here on the front row. She took a couple turns, one leg wrapping sinuously around the pole, into which she gyrated her hips and nearly doubled over backward, loosening the top she was wearing, until it was no longer anything but a memory.
Edge couldn't help but move a little in his chair to the beat of the music while he watched her. He liked the way she did the pole; how did strippers ever think of so many hot things to do with just a pole? Taking a sip of beer, his eyes traced over her hand as she untied the shirt and removed it. Go, baby, go.
Now the sparkling peach-colored bra top reflected the bright orange of her hair, allowing Edge a much better view of her creamy ivory skin.
This did two things to Edge's brain: First, it got him more aroused, because Lily was closer to nudity, then it mesmerized him so he couldn't take his eyes off her. Sparkly and shiny always drew the eye. His eyes went from her hair and face to her tits, and back again.
She pulled slowly back up and hugged the pole, sliding up and down suggestively, peering around it coyly at him, as her hands ran over her body again, as it undulated to the steamy beat of the music.
Edge was aware that the crowd at the bar was cheering again, but himself, he just rewet his lips. He didn't know if this was a standard thing for strippers to do - pick someone in the crowd and look only at them - or if she was really trying to get him, and just him, off, but it was working! The suggestive movements put him in mind of having sex, like they were supposed to, but her gyrations made him want her. Edge gulped at his beer and met her eyes again. God, he was getting harder! Did she do lap dances? Some of the dancers didn't do them. He hoped she did. By the time she was done, he was really going to need one...
Lily was smirking inwardly. She got off on the power she had, in her tiny little body over such great big men. This guy was tall enough, taller than the normal Japanese male, and good looking. He flushed, she could almost feel the hint of boyish chagrin as his body heated to her movements. Good... good.
Her hands began working at the tattered shorts, teasing... gyrating nearer to him, then pulling away -- the waistband of the shorts being tugged up and down with the music, until finally they came off, revealing the minuscule G-string she wore beneath them that matched the bra top -- and complimented her hair.
Damn, Edge liked that. A little tease, a little hard-to-get, but there would be a payoff to the wait. This one knew how to move her hips and ass in a way that men could enjoy, a way they could get off on. She had hot rhythm.
Once the shorts came off, Edge hooted, "Woooo!" and grinned smirkily at her. Nice, sweet little body that the G barely covered. He'd enjoy putting his hands all over that body... if she'd let him.
She spun back to the pole, lavering herself around it, swirling up then down, as though it were a penis and she was getting it off.
That put some sexy images of Lily into Edge's imagination, where he saw her rubbing herself against the pole so hard that her pussy lips straddled it, wetting it down with her juices. He wondered what she sounded like when she was hot, how she moaned. Edge had to run his hand through his hair and take another drink in an attempt to calm his libido down.
Then, facing away from him, Lily bent over - and around - the pole so he had a perfect shot of her ass, the only barrier being that tiny little string, and reached up between her legs and ran her middle finger down over her asshole, and continued down, and around, slowly bringing herself to a standing position as her finger would have traced over her clit.
SHIT, that was a perfect little ass! He wanted so bad to feel that ass grinding against his cock through his clothes. Then to fill his hands with it, fingers pressing into her pale, lovely flesh. His foot began to tap quickly with the nervous impatience of his sex drive; he wanted to get off. He wanted to get her off. He wanted to watch her get herself off. He wanted it all and he wanted it now! But wasn't that the most fun part? The sweet agony of anticipation?
She looked back over her shoulder, and snapped off the bra, leaving her bare back to him... and tossed the sparkling tiny piece of cloth into his face with a slow wink and lick of her lips.
Edge half-caught the top, though it did hit him squarely in the face before he got his hands on it. Another smirky smile spread across his face as he put the top around his neck like it was his prize.
The crowd at the bar started to get a little louder; one of the cute little office girls emerged with some bills in her hand. The men egged her into approaching the stage to put the bills into Lily's G-string. She giggled with embarrassment but still walked toward the stage, being goaded the whole way. Obviously, the men wanted to see her do it because it was the closest thing they were ever going to get to girl-on-girl action that night.
Noticing the giggly girl, Edge smiled and stood up, gesturing toward the stage as if he guarded the imaginary drawbridge to it. His pants were a little more comfortable in the crotch when he stood, so that gave him a good excuse. The young girl, about Edge's age, blushed and giggled at his gesture and stood very close to the stage, holding out the bills with her hand over her mouth.
"Oh, no no, you have to put them in there, or your friends aren't going to be happy at all. It's alright, she'll come closer so you can put them under the strap." He looked up at Lily, speaking to her with his eyes.
Lily smirked. Ah, what the hell? Let's give 'em a show. She danced over to the edge of the stage; the only thing covering her breasts were the tiniest of glittering pasties over her nipples, more for show than actual modesty, obviously.
Edge stood next to the office girl, so he wasn't that far from Lily now. His eyes gave her a good breast massage, causing him to lick his lips and run a hand over the back of his neck. These rules the strip clubs had were hard to abide by at times like these, like no reaching out and yanking the strippers off stage, into your lap. That was a hard one right about now. That's not the only thing that's hard...
She stood there, doing a very good job of bump-and-grind, undulating to the rhythm and twitching her hips playfully at the giggling girl each time she tentatively reached out to place a bill in her G-string.
That was exactly what the girl was trying to do, and each time Lily pulled away, she put her hand over her mouth and giggled again. The men at the bar hooted and cheered, some of them laughing so hard they were about to fall off their stools. Edge started chuckling himself; he sure liked a little sass in a girl! This one was all sass.
The office girl managed to get hold of Lily's G-string on the side and quickly stuffed half of the bills under it. Then she turned to raise her arms in triumph to her coworkers (who cheered), before turning back to Lily to give her the rest.
Lily did a slow circle in place, letting her hips lead the way and allowing her hands to flow like water over her body, tracing tattoos and erogenous zones with practiced ease.
When it came to sex, Edge was a simple man. Things that were meant to turn him on did just that. He could cum just from watching her touch herself like that.
Then... to give the boys at the bar a thrill... before the girl could scoot away, Lily reached out and (very gently, actually, although it wouldn't LOOK that way to the crowd) caught her head with both hands, and bent over at the waist, pressing her tits into the girl's face -- then slowly dancing upward until she all but had the child's face in her groin...
She let her go, well-timed to a sharp pelvic thrust that made it look as though she'd knocked the girl back with her hips. To the audience it looked like the little office girl had just had her first lesson in clam-diving.
The girl had been reaching for the front of Lily's G-string, since it was right there, when Lily took hold of her face. The girl was understandably surprised, but a good sport - which is why the boys in the office had sent her up there in the first place. Lily could hear her giggling uncontrollably as she did the little sexual scene with her. She jokingly fell back against Edge when Lily did the pelvic thrust, so it would seem like Lily really had pushed her pussy right into her face. This made the boys at the bar laugh and cheer uproariously; they LIKED that! To top it off, the office girl fanned herself with the remaining bills.
Edge was laughing pretty hard too. He looked at Lily with dancing eyes, wondering what she'd do next. The girl straightened up, bowed at Edge with a big smile, and slapped the remaining bills into his hand. She pointed at Lily, then got behind Edge and pushed him closer to the stage. Hey, this was no problem for him! The girl pretended she was having trouble getting Edge up there (because he was a full foot taller than her, and so would be "heavy") to amuse her friends, miming that she had to shove her elbow into his back several times, then flashed the "Lucky!" sign of two fingers when she had succeeded. The group she was with cheered again, and watched to see what would happen with Edge.
Edge pretended to carefully count and arrange the money before looking up at Lily and curling his index finger at her several times, mouthing, "Come 'ere."
Lily moved with her catlike grace over to where Edge was standing, at first just teasingly out of reach, then she did a few rounds with her hips that made a slow spiral into his arms reach. She continued to slowly undulate, running her hands over her breasts, then down her abdomen to her groin and back up again, licking her lips, then licking her fingertips... waiting to see what he was going to do.
Watching her touch herself some more, Edge's eyes reflected such heat at her, and he mouthed, "Oooooh," crinkling his eyes with a big grin. He moved closer to the stage, hoping none of the bouncers would get too edgy over it, and snatched at her G-string side strap when her hip came around. Placing the bills under it, he let go of the elastic strap so it would snap back with a tiny amount of bite, and smirked.
The next time Lily's hip came around, Edge pretended to lick his thumb, put it on her skin, and made a sizzling, "Sssssss..." sound, before pulling his thumb away as if she had burned him. "Owwwww..." he said with a smile, and winked while shaking out his fingers.
The demure office girl laughed behind her hand, patted Edge's shoulder, and went back to her group, all of whom seemed appreciative of her moxy. They watched Edge interact with Lily, enjoying the show.
He was sure she had probably seen all of this before, but Edge still found himself in a very "wolfish" mood, fueled by his arousal. Getting out some bills of his own, he placed a couple so they were sticking out of his mouth and wiggled them at her, leaning forward, as if to say, "Come and get it!"
Yes, Lily had seen it before. That and more. But she dropped bonelessly to the stage floor and slinked over on her hands and knees, with exaggerated catlike movements, until she was face-to-face with Edge, being that the stage was much higher than the floor where he was standing. She licked her lips, leaned over almost nose to nose - close enough for him to clearly see the piercings in her eyebrows, nose and tongue - with him and took the bill in her teeth. She batted one eyelash down in a slow wink, then tugged on the bill again.
Edge let it go so she could take it. He liked being that close to her, where he could smell her and see all of her features up close. Pretty girl, hot body, with plenty of sass and attitude. That was definitely a type he liked.
"You're really hot," Edge told her just loud enough so she could hear over the music. He wiggled another bill between his fingers and then reached out to brush it close to her cleavage, to see if she would do a sexy tit scrunch and grab it up. Girls always looked so good when they pressed their tits together like that.
Lily obligingly did as he wanted, as best she could (she wasn't augmented, so her natural form was less than the silicone achievers dancing in other areas), and snagged the bill. She hadn't needed his encouragement, since she knew she was hot... it was her job to be that way, of course. But for this customer, she didn't mind it. He was cute and there was nothing wrong with a bit of horny now and then.
Edge snickered, and smiled with satisfaction; oh yeah, he was hard as a rock now. Probably could have stopped an electric fan with his dick in its present condition. She just did so much for him.
After she had the bill well in... well, not in hand per se... but... she did a passable snarl at him, snapping her teeth closed like the wild animal she had been attempting to portray and began dancing backward, on her knees and back to her pole as the music of that song began to fugue into another one.
The way she snapped at him made him growl appreciatively. What obscene things would a girl like that do to him if given the chance? Take the chance! his eyes screamed. Smiling from ear to ear, Edge sat back down and gulped the rest of his beer. Did they get completely naked here, or would she be ending her act soon? If Lily got naked, YES! If she ended her dance and perhaps came out to troll for lap dances, YES! Either way, he won! Edge sat back and crossed his arms with amusement to wait and see which it would be.
The slower song playing gave her the time to work up a good sweat, dancing with the pole, slowly turning, grinding, letting her body move in the most suggestive ways possible.
Oh, baby... she was just too much. Edge could have relaxed into watching her and cum right there in his seat if he'd allowed himself to do it. He was almost at the point of needing to stroke himself off, if he didn't get some attention soon.
When the song faded down, she gave her 'audience' a blown kiss and slunk back from the stage the way she'd come in the first place. Edge pretended to catch the kiss, whether she saw him do it or not. After all, she had been looking at him the whole time.
Other dancers took their places, and the whole scene changed to whatever their specialties were.
In the back, Lily pulled off the pasties and G-string, washed down, then redressed in thigh-high stretch-boots, a black thong and a beaded halter that left nothing to the imagination. She didn't need the money tonight, but she liked working the room after her sets; it did something for her.
After adding some glittery, flavored body gel to her shoulders and down her chest and abdomen, she wandered out into the main room and looked around to see which of her customers were still there.
The waitress had just brought Edge his second beer. He had the appearance of a man who had been sitting and waiting for his favorite stripper, but didn't necessarily want her to know it out of modesty. When he saw her, a smile he could not hold back spread across his face. Lily looked incredibly sexy, glittering in the lights of the club. Edge tipped his beer to her. Hey, why doncha come over? said his brown eyes.
She stalked his way, with a grin and a shrug, swaying her hips to the music still playing. It didn't take her long to reach his side, but even that was a performance of sorts; she enjoyed that power she had over the audience, even here on the floor.
She looked at him and smirked. "Heya cutie, what's you're pleasure?"
Edge smiled broadly at her. "Hey sweet thing. What's your name? Do you do, ah, private dances?" He lightly placed his hand on her hip, just because he wanted to, and to test the waters.
Ha! Lily thought. Gotcha! Still he didn't look the usual type that prowled for sex. Hey, everybody gets horny every once in a while... he's much to clean to be a pervo...
"Name's Lily." By way of answer, she leaned into the hand on her hip. "And I'm the best you've never had, sweets."
"I could tell that just by looking at you, Lily," Edge smirked.
"Bright boy."
"I'm observant."
"What's your name?" she asked.
"Edge." He drank the rest of beer #2, while lightly rubbing her nearly bare hip.
One colorful line of eyebrow rose. "For real?" Her voice held a note of curiosity; she'd heard all kinds of "cool" sounding names, all of them made up for the occasion, but this guy didn't have the attitude of someone lying for importance's sake.
"Yeah," he replied, as if he was surprised that Lily questioned it. Then he grinned a little and sheepishly remarked, "You should hear my sister's names," and chuckled.
Lily nodded with a very slight laugh. Yeah, there were families like that -- it wasn't like her sisters were Hyacynth, Rose and Poppy...
She indicated a black-and-neon colored door to one side, the 'private dance' room. "You're hot, I could dance for you. You do know the rules, right?"
He couldn't help but grin at that, whether she really thought it or not. She seemed genuine, and it made the experience better to believe that she really found him attractive. Hey, every guy deserved a little fantasy indulgence every now and then. "Well, I think I do, Lily. Um..." Edge stood up and put his arm around her waist as they walked to the private dance room. "...I'm not allowed to touch you, but you can touch me. I can tell ya right now, that's going to be awfully hard, but I can do it. You have a killer body, baby. I'd love to put my hands on it." He flashed a slightly sheepish grin. "But I'm sure you've heard that before."
"Ah, well, close enough. I can touch you, with my hands... only where your mother would approve." Lily smirked. He was already breaking the rules, but he'd have to behave during the dancing, or she'd be forced to stop. A point that she made now. "If you touch me, or try to ... get inside me... I stop dancing and you're out on your fine ass, that's the way the cookie crumbles around here."
Gaskets were starting to blow in his brain; he kept focusing on the words, 'If you touch me, or try to... get inside me...' He wasn't going to, but just the words sounded so exciting. Oh yeah, Edge knew he was reaching the point of sexual no return when simple words turned him on that much. Lily wouldn't even have to screw him for real; this girl was going to get him off from just lookin' at him funny. "I understand. I won't try anything like that."
No, he wouldn't, because if she stopped mid-dance, Edge would probably disintegrate into tiny Edge bits. BOOM! Pieces of leather jacket and denim all over the floor.
"Good boy," she purred at him.
She opened the door to the room, which was mostly in darkness, but for several semicircular booths. Lily led him to the one furthest from the door and pushed him down onto the booth.
Grinning with excitement, Edge went right down and looked up at her. What he liked best in a girl was a challenge, and challenges presented themselves in many ways. This one presented a challenge of control, and Edge liked that. He wasn't used to being controlled, but it aroused him with Lily, because she was so good at taking charge.
"If you think you're gonna have trouble with your hands... I can fix that..." She tapped some wrist restraints built into the back of the booth, that would hold his arms over his head. "But... you know. You wouldn't be able to use your hands, if you..." giving him a slow wink, "...need to."
Edge glanced back at the restraints, then at Lily, and the look on his face was absolutely wicked. Wrist restraints... he'd never tried that before. Not with him being the one restrained. That was hot, with a girl who knew how to do it well. Edge wanted to give her that kind of control.
"Oh I doubt I'll need my hands for anything on me." His breathing was already starting to quicken, in anticipation.
She smirked again. "I just bet you don't. You got it bad, doncha? Don't worry, hot-stuff, I can do bad."
Edge glanced down at his crotch. "You've done it all, honey. I had to get you to finish it." He hoped he wouldn't cum too fast; that would spoil the whole thing. He'd have to hold himself back as long as he could.
Lily gave him a lazy smile. Of course she'd done it, it was what she did...
She could grind herself against him, touch him with her body, but ... by the law, not her hands, nor could there be any true 'sexual' contact, since this was by definition an 'entertainment,' not a sex act. Of course, it was a sex act if it were done right... and she did it right.
Smirking down at him now, she leaned in until she was almost nose to nose with him. "If you need to know about prices, go ask the bartender... but for right now... tell me, Edge.... what do you like?"
Edge nearly panted in her face. He didn't care how much this cost, he'd pay it, even if he had to hit the ATM. Before this moment, Edge had no clue how much he could get off on a woman taking full charge of him like Lily was doing. "What do I like?" Licking his lips, he actually had to think about that for a moment, because Lily's actions were shutting off his thinking centers. All of his nerves were coming alive, ready to drink in all the stimulation he knew she would provide. "Ummm... I like a challenge. I like how you've been putting me on the spot, taking all the control, and you really seem to enjoy it. Not used to that. But you're good at it." Letting out a heavy breath, he asked, "Would you... put my hands into the restraints for me?"
"Ahhh... a bad boy, are we?" She smirked, and leaned over, taking his wrists and restraining them above his head.
"Sometimes, definitely." Edge watched her fasten the restraints, letting out a small moan.
"Well, you'll be a good boy for Lily now... or else."
"Yes maaaaa'am," Edge drawled. This normally just wasn't his thing - he liked to be able to use his hands, and aggressively seduce the girl he was with - but with Lily, it was so hot, it was blowing his mind! She took control so good; he wanted to sit back and watch her go. Just pant and plead while Lily teased him until he nearly went insane.
She pushed a button on the wall to kick up a music track, loud enough to shut them off from the rest of the place, but not too loud to stand. When she was sure she has his attention from the restraints and the music, Lily began an undulating circle, leading with her hips, crouched down, knees closed at first, then splayed them with her hands slowly, before closing her legs again and standing back up, her hands tugging at the strings that held the beaded halter into place.
The hard lump in the front of Edge's jeans began to inch even a little bigger while he watched her. Lily was so sexy; she knew just how to move her body to elicit a reaction from a man, like his cock had a dial and she was turning it up and up. Edge panted and writhed lightly in the chair.
That particular piece of clothing, the halter, slithered to the tiled floor with a 'chink' as Lily rode a wave of music forward, and Edge found himself straddled by the tiny girl in only a thong and high-heeled, stretch-nylon boots.
"Mmmmmuuuh..." The partial nudity, the way she looked and felt climbing on top of him, Edge couldn't help but make noise. He was glad for the music that formed an invisible wall around them, so he could comfortably enjoy himself without embarrassment. Moaning in front of a few other guys, strangers, would have made him uncomfortable otherwise. Her tits bobbed before his face; how he wanted to take each nipple into his mouth and suck hard on it. "...uhhhLily."
She reached over her head, stretching upward, still moving in an undulating fashion, her legs and crotch just barely above his hardening erection. She smiled inwardly, feeling his heat. This should be good for a nice ride... and pretty easy too, he was halfway there.
Still panting, Edge's eyes darted up and down between her undulating upper half and her thong-clothed pussy hovering above his crotch. He smiled ferally at that; teasing always drove him crazy in the best of ways. His eyes caressed her tits longingly, then looked up into her face, full of heat. Edge wished they could do it for real, but this was the next best thing, and fantasizing about how much further they could have gone was pretty good too.
Lily closed her eyes, as her hands ran over her own breasts, breathing deeply in between her slightly pouting lips.
"Uhhhhmmm... oh baby..." His eyes traced down her body, following her hands.
Then began the rhythm. A deep, thumping bass-beat emphasized her hip's movements as she began an earthy dance, mimicking the sex-act, complete with tiny moans and a toss of her head. And this... was just the beginning...
With a heavy breath, the brown irises rolled slightly up into his head, and Edge closed his eyes for several moments, panting and licking his lips. Lily could not have looked more arousing at that moment. "Mmmmmuh..."
In one way, he wanted to grind back up against her, but that would be wrong for many reasons. First off, he wasn't sure if he was allowed to. Second, that would make him cum faster, and he couldn't ruin the full experience of this by climaxing too fast. Third, it would take some of her control over him away, which he simply did not want. So his ass stayed firmly planted in the seat.
Whether the moans she made were real or just window-dressing, Edge didn't really care. She sounded incredible, so sexy. It suddenly occurred to him that he could get Lily to moan in a way that would definitely be for real by using his telekinesis to "touch" her... but did he dare? It would probably freak her out, might piss her off. So tempting, though.
Lily reached downward with one hand, using her middle finger to stroke suggestively into her clit, as though she were fingering herself. She watched him from beneath lowered lashes as she gauged his response.
Edge, watching the entire thing, mouthed, "Oooooh..." as his eyes filled with even more heat. He licked his lips and let out a heavy breath; he liked that. Did women have any idea how much power they had over a man when they even just pretended to touch themselves like that?
Then she pulled her finger to her lips and stuffed it all the way into her mouth, and slowly pulled it out, all done with a slight smirk.
Edge grinned in a very positive reaction. His breath came out shakily. "Girl... you know all the right things to do..." All the right things that reminded him of giving head, getting head... all kinds of head!
Lily smirked at him. "I told you... I'm that damned good." Her tone oozed sex and confidence.
"I believe it!"
She squatted lower over him, her crotch brushing his clothed cock -- the answer to whether he could grind into her or not was answered, as she 'unintentionally' did that very thing, gasping and moaning as her hips moved first swaying from side to side, then back and forth.
"Uhhhh!" Edge moaned out loudly at the first contact. The cock she felt through his clothing was very aroused, pulsing with blood and heat. The more Lily stroked at it, the more it spasmed, seemed to reach back at her. "Mmmmm! Lily, baby!"
Then she raised up before she could get him off and pulled his head into her chest like she had the office girl -- again, her touching him, not the other way around. She rubbed his face into her glittered, bare breasts, bobbing up and down, to brush her clit into his cock... then back up to let him feel her breasts in his face.
"Mmmuph!" It was a surprised noise at first, followed by a mischievous laugh and another moan. He loved the way her little hands felt in his hair; Edge had always loved to be touched back. When he could, he remarked, "You're really beautifuuuuuullllll... Lilyyyy..." and growled at the way her crotch
felt stroking down his.
Lily then began to slowly dance down, her fingertips barely touching his chest, as she began to grind into his cock in earnest. She lifted her arms and ran her hands through her bob-cut orange hair and let her head drop back, mouth somewhat open.
Another gasket blew in Edge's brain at the way Lily tentatively touched his chest while her pelvis ground down on him; his mouth hung open for a moment. "Ahhhhhh..." That light little touch, contrasted with the intense contact going on between his legs... he was quickly reaching the point where a giant pink elephant could have walked through the room and he wouldn't have noticed. "Mmmmnnnnuh!" His mouth stayed open as he panted, watching her show with excited interest.
Lily licked her lips, then ran her hands up her torso, all the while grinding and undulating into his lap.
"Uhhhh... uhhhhh... ahhhhhh..." Edge moaned each time she ground toward him. Waves of pleasure moved all through his body, and his chest rose and fell so quickly that it was obvious he was nearing climax. Underneath her Lily would be able to feel the hardened cock as it quaked for release. "Ba... by..."
She caught her breasts, each in one hand and leaned over to lap at her own nipples, then reached down and stroked between her legs with both hands, the backs of those hands rubbing 'inadvertently' against his cock.
"DdddAAAAAAAMN woman!" Edge suddenly growled out when Lily began licking her own nipples. How did women know to do that, and why did it drive men like him so damn crazy? For one thing, it made her seem limber, which was a whole other sexual ballgame, and the thought just made him harder, if that was possible at this point.
When Lily began simulating masturbation again, and her hands were that close to his cock, it set off more mental fantasies of going farther with the sweet little thang - watching her get off, tasting her in his mouth, those hands curled around his shaft. "Uhhhhhh! Uuuuunnnnnnggggghhhh!"
Lily's gyrations had stroked his cock to a near frenzy, almost as good as the actual thing; Edge could feel the head of it against her clit, then near the entrance to her channel as she bucked toward him, and the only thing separating the two of them was a few layers of fabric. This experience was almost like really slamming it to her, something he wished he could do very much. But this, this was the next best thing.
After that, as she rode him, she lifted her fingertips to his lips with a wink.
Oh that did it; Lily had just had those fingers working between her legs! Although she hadn't really put them inside her thong, he could still faintly smell her there, the way she smelled sexually. Edge wanted those fingers in his mouth, where he could suck on them and dream about what it would be like to give her head, something he really enjoyed. Her fingertips to his lips are what sent him over the edge.
Edge writhed from his head down to his toes only moments before he came. His hands closed into fists and his wrists strained against the restraints for several seconds as he closed his eyes and rolled his head to one side, against his upraised arm. The tremor moved down his chest and into his crotch, which exploded with muscle spasms underneath Lily. He did not grind up against her, but his pelvis did shake violently, briefly. Edge came in his jeans, digging the heels of his boots into the unyielding floor. "UUUUUURRRRGGGGGGAAAAARRRRRRGGGGHHHH!!" Edge howled against his arm, panting
on her fingertips.
Behind Lily, at a nearby booth where another stripper was giving a lapdance to a man in a business suit, there came a loud squealing noise, like metal stretching against cement, and then suddenly the very molecular structure of the booth itself seemed to ripple violently. The seat of the booth bucked upward about six inches, startling the stripper and her customer. FA-WUMP! The booth let out a sound like someone had pulled it up and away from the wall and let it fall back with a loud bump. "Gah! What the fuck was that?!" the stripper wondered.
Although it was his own TK that had gotten out of control for just a second, Edge did not notice a thing, for he was still climaxing. His face filled with the pleasure, and he opened his eyes to look up at Lily with all of the heat he felt as he continued to cum at her efforts. "Uhhhhh... uhhhhh... ahhhh... baby..."
Lily was too 'disciplined,' if that word could be applied to a stripper, to stop anything she was doing when the world literally exploded nearby. Not even the squeal of metal tearing had much affect on her movements. She leaned into Edge, feeling his heat as he came, writhing just a hairsbreadth from his convulsing form, milking him for every bit of the pleasure this dance was worth. She was a little taken aback at how this had affected her. Dayum, this boy must be the last of the red-hot lovers.... why he was here with her she'd never know.
She purred at him, right next to his ear, crooning encouragements, keeping him going... and cooling him down, all at the same time. Her hands stole up to the wrist restraints, releasing them. "Good boy..."
Edge brought his arms down into the seat, still panting, though his breathing was slowing down a bit. Mmmm, he had cum so good; this girl did it for him well. He loved how she brought him down... this had probably been the best lapdance of his life, almost preferable to the real thing.
Sitting up slightly, Edge grinned at Lily. "You are absolutely killer, you know that?"
The stripper in the seat that he had accidentally warped had continued her lap dance, though the actual seat of the booth now had a noticeable hump in it. Edge's TK had basically put it back together on a molecular level, but not very well. He did not as yet notice what he had done; he was still too focused on Lily.
She slowly stood, still moving like a graceful cat; she bent over right in front of him, retrieving her halter top. "There's a gents room right over there..." She indicated to a red-outlined black door, barely noticeable in the dark wall. "If you need it." Lily dangled the top from two fingers, not really bothering to put it back on. "I'll wait right here."
When she bent over, Edge allowed himself another eyeful of that lovely, curved backside, even leaning over a bit so he could get a better look. "Girl, you're gonna kill me yet." He looked at the bathroom door; though he did love to get off, he had never enjoyed the feeling of his own cum all over his crotch. If he got it cleaned up fast enough, it might not show through his jeans. "Good idea. I'll be right back."
Lily frowned slightly, catching a glance at the booth seat, but didn't say anything. Gigi should pick her clients more carefully.
THE END
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