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Meredith had plans to train Jan and it was best if he wasn’t there for a distraction.
Taris had left a letter on his door and as he opened it to find tickets for free drinks at the Clairvoyant. Pocketing them he wondered why she worked at a strip club, she didn’t seem that bright but her apartment wasn’t the obvious stripper digs.
Victor only knew one person who would go to the strip club with him and not let word get back to the office it was his only friend he still had in town. He shrugged and got out his phone hoping he could just leave a message. But, it was not to be. "Hey Marcos it’s Victor…"
Quietly alone in his apartment Victor set up the clandestine meeting in the city’s premier gentleman’s club. Marcos knew of the place of course and they arranged to meet at ten to see what Taris had in mind.
Victor’s ride over was an anxious rollercoaster. His eye’s flicked over his phone wondering if he was doing wrong. He knew Meredith wasn’t married to him yet, but something just didn’t feel right.
Parking in the club was easy despite the crowd on a Tuesday night. Getting in, he found the club served food in buffet of finger food. Victor snacked and ordered a beer while he waited for Marcos. At ten after Marcos came in like a adolescent staring and pointing at everything. He came up and led Victor to a corner booth near the platform.
After they were served drinks wordlessly, and dancers came up hugging and kissing Marcos Victor suddenly realized Marcos was a regular at the club. When the bouncers came over and a greasy Manager stopped by he realized Marcos was more than just a weekday sugar daddy.
"You own this place?" Victor said shocked
"Ya it seemed like a good idea." Marcos shrugged. "Kaarthen and I have these friends… and a lot of them work here."
Taris interrupted him when she squeal and streaked over onto Victor. She wore very little but nothing less than beach attire. The blond had on a navy string bikini and a hip skirt that displayed her body. Her larger than usual ass looked well presented and she wriggled it onto Victor to grab his attention.
"Looks like she wants to dance for you!!" Marcos shouted.
"Ya come on…" She tugged him out. "Don’t worry, this is my thank you thing it won’t cost you."
Victor let himself be pulled away along the wall into an alcove filled with bright white light. In it, they passed a drunken man fumbling for money under the gaze of a bored looking stripper and went into a dark area with a row of private booths. Each booth was darker than the next and as they passed them, semi illegal activities were happening in one after another. Taris pulled him all the way to the end of the booths. At the end, instead of a booth a darkened hall took them further back to a pillow room.
"What is this?" Victor said looking around. The dark room seemed circular with a purple and ultraviolet neon light accents. A recess in back held a small wet bar.
Taris turned, pounced on him, and dropped them into the pillows before going in for a soul-searching kiss. "This is where I prove I’m better."
Her hands busied themselves finding and releasing his trouser’s belt and cock. She sat up higher and without any other movements, she dropped down onto him and took half his length as she sank down.
"Yes…" She hissed looking up at the ceiling.
Victor felt the tight pussy stretched tight over his cock. It felt amazing being burrowed so deep. In building tempo, she grinded bounced as her tight pussy pulsed and clutched. She made sure to push her chest to his face as she rolled her hips trying to get him to climax.
With a loud moan, and several pussy contractions, she came and dropped her head to his shoulder. She feebly tried to continue moving her hips, then snapped up and put her back into the effort fucking him roughly as she caught her second wind.
She built up to a hard sweat as she fucked him and her rhythm faltered as she rode into another climax. "Cum baby…Don’t I…" Taris climaxed again over him.
Victor rolled her over into the pillows. From on top, Victor plowed down into her and re-stretched her to take more of his cock. Unconsciously the driving bass from the music outside gave him his tempo. As he held her down and thrust into her, he absently looked about the room.
Below him, Taris was fighting for breath in almost a panic as his huge cock plowed into her gushing pussy, and squeezed her lungs from the inside. Victor on the other hand was calm and detached. Her wetness made it easy for him to keep up the hard merciless pace that battered her. He reveled in the pleasure but his body was on auto pilot and the strokes he gave her were only getting to him slowly.
Taris alternated between clutching him tight with arms and legs as she came, and relaxing to allow him total control as she flopped and flailed. As she felt him swell in the beginnings of release she pleaded under him in a mute whisper that the music drowned out.
Victor didn’t know what she said so he played it safe, raised up out of her, and blew his load across her stomach and chest. He rose and slid off of her completely before moving over to the bar for some water as she struggled to reset herself.
He walked over with his drink and stood over her as she rolled to her feet finally. "Ah… was that illegal?" He asked.
She looked at him in the universal expression of guilty bullshit. "No but…You didn’t pay me, so..." She walked over to the bar, wiped her self down, and licked her fingers.
"Oh." It did make sense actually. She led them back out at a much more leisurely pace to the table.
Marcos was gone now and they sat and watched a floor show.
Victor turned to her once the dancer left the stage and the music slowed. "I didn’t know you were a stripper. I thought you were…"
Taris turned. "What?"
"I thought I saw you in a cop’s uniform but…"
She nodded. "Oh…Ya it was just for this…"
Marcos came back at the end of the song. A woman with dark hair and playful green eyes followed him back. Victor was drawn to her ass, the curve of it was hypnotizing. Another woman with pale blue eyes and straight black hair hopped into Marcos lap as soon as he was seated. She lay back comfortably in his lap and stroked him affectionately.
After a moment of silence, Victor remembered some thing about her car. "What about the decals on your car?" Victor suddenly remembered the windshield tags.
"Oh?" Taris said tensing up.
Victor knew a lie before he heard it. "You can tell me. What’s up?"
"Umm, well if you won’t tell." Taris shouted over the music. "This place has a way of making people disappear. Supposedly ‘Mara’ is here."
Victor laughed. "What? That’s like an urban legend! The stripper whore who sucks men to death?"
Marcos leaned over quizzically. "How much does that cost?"
Taris laughed. "No really, there’re bodies that show up places and we linked them here." She turned to him. "You better watch out, she’s a master of disguise."
Marcos giggled and stroked his girls. "No one can sneak up on me I got eyes everywhere."
Victor smiled. "I have to get out of here before it gets too late."
Taris busted out the obvious bait. "I won’t see you again?"
"I dunno, maybe I’ll bring Meredith here, and maybe she’ll like you." Victor said honestly.
Victor was already didn’t notice in the low light how at the mention of her name Taris’ face flashed a micro expression before relaxing.
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