EroticReverie

Tatum

I feel my blood boil. He can't keep doing this. I avoided texting him, I might have put his number into my phone, but I hadn't texted him for a reason! I was trying to be a good girlfriend, I was trying to forget last night happened, but here he is and fuck I'm ashamed that I listen to his requests, putting on the clamps he took from the guy in the crowd. Ashamed that I'm straddling his lap again as I slip onto him. 

"I like this look, a lot...you look like a hot little fucking slut" he says and my mouth parts, in half shock as I grind to the rock song that's playing over the speakers. 

I say nothing, but keep grinding and can't help but get turned on again as I push my hips forward, and back and roll my hip, pushing my pussy against the hard bulge in his pants. 

I bite my lip and then look at him and he grins. 

"Feel good?" he raises his brow. 

I don't respond as I continue, but I lean back this time and place my hands on his knees behind me as I let my body roll, and he licks his lips.

"God , I wanna fucking touch you" he says. 

"You cant" I say.

"I know the rules Tatum....I'm telling you I want to fucking touch you outside of here....put my hands all over your fucking body and treat you like a little slut" he grins and his eye brows raise. I roll faster, and faster, I push back up and grab onto his shoulders. 

"Put the chain in my mouth Tatum" he says. I raise up and dangle it for him and push it in his mouth. He clamps down hard , I lean back slowly, both of us watching my nipples start to pull. I moan, still grinding his cock , the chain pulls as I grind and I lean back even more, the tightness of the clamps making my tits fucking pointed as the skin is stretched and I yelp and he tugs back, I fly forward and grab his face , he drops the chain and I'm so turned on I almost take his fucking mouth to mine, but I dont I hold his face as I ride him, humping him.

"Do you want my hands on you?" he asks. I moan and pant and go faster, looking at my clock, thirty seconds. He follows my eyes and smirks at me when he looks back. 

"Better hurry and cum in those panties like the filthy fucking slut you are" he says and I feel my hips shake and tremble as I cum, I moan out and grab his neck at the back as I rub my cunt on him, chasing the rest of my orgasm as I pant heavily and wince, closing my eyes and I tremble , falling into him, collapsing against him, and less than 5 seconds later the timer goes off. 

"Mmmmm" he whispers in my ear. "You better fucking text me tonight" he whispers. 

Daniel calls back into the room. "Ivy. Time" 

I slip off Kash's lap, and I'm flustered, I remove my clamps with a wince and Kash watches, he grins at my hard abused nipples. 

"the fact you can take a little bit of pain Tatum" he shakes his head and licks his lips and grins. "I'll hurt you as much as you let me" he says and walks past me and out the curtain again without looking back. 

"Fuck" I say and realize he didn't even tip me this time. "Mother fucker" I say and go to the back room. I find my phone. 

"You owe me a fucking tip" I type to this number and hit send. 

"I knew that was the only way to get a greedy little slut like yourself to text me. Fuck with your money. ;) " he types.

"Fuck you" I type. "Come back here and tip me" I say. 

"No." he types. 

"You know where I live, come and get your tip" he types. 

"No" I reply back. 

"Don't make me come back a third night Tatum" he types. 

"You cant keep doing this! I'm dating your son!" I type frantically. 

"Yet my pants smell like your cunt right now." he types. 

"Fuck you" I type. 

"I'll see you when you get out. Get back to work." he types and I throw my phone into my purse with a growl and walk out, not changing, to talk with customers as I wait for my next turn on the stage. 

In walk Stella and Deshawn. 

I walk over to them. 

"Dang Baby girl" Stella says. "Nice fit, when did you get this one?" she says pointing to my outfit. 

"Last week" I say and look around and then to DeShawn. 

He nods in agreement. "It's nice, looks good on ya." he says. 

Stella nudges him. "Wanna dance babe?" and he laughs.  

I walk them to a free table and then go back stage because I'm after the girl currently on the stage. 

Charlotte the wife of the owner peeks her head back. 

"Ivy....private dance..." She nods to another dancer. "You...up next..." 

I push up and start to take off my outfit for another as she talks to the other girls. 

"Nah" she says looking at me and shakes her head , she snaps her gum. "It's the same guy, requests you keep that outfit on" she nods to me. 

I tighten my lips. What. The. Fuck. 

I push through the curtains and walk over to him and place my hands on my hips. 

"What the hell are you doing?" I grit my teeth. 

He grins. 

"Come to my house tonight" he says. 

I shake my head. "no" 

"Yes" he says, and I actually stomp my foot in my heel. 

"No" I say. 

He grins. 

"I want to walk you around my house on a fucking leash Tatum" he says licking his lip. "You look like such a good little pet in that harness" he says and I clench my fists. 

"Sit" he nods to the ottoman.

I sit. 

HE leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees, clasping his hands together. 

"Spread your fucking legs for me" he grins. 

My lips tighten and I glare at him but I push my knees apart, slipping my heels across the floor until my legs are spread.

"Wider." he says without even looking down. I huff and spread them wider, he grins and leans back, and looks down between my legs. 

"Show me your cunt" he says. 

"Kash" I say shaking my head and start to sit up but he sits up too and glares at me. 

"Show me your fucking cunt" he growls. I cower on the ottoman and lean back, spreading my legs again, and I reach down between my legs and pull my panties to the side. 

He raises his brow and looks down, and tilts his head slowly. 

"Very nice." he says. His head slowly lifting back up. 

"Now play with it" he says. "Spread it open for me..show me your hole" 

I do as he says spreading my lips with my fingers and sliding them down to my pussy, and showing him a cunt that he has no idea is aching at the same time I want to strangle him. 

"fuck.....very...very nice." he licks his lips and grabs his jaw rubbing it and leans back. 

"My son is a lucky bastard" he says. 

"Fuck yourself for me" he says. 

I bite my lip and slide my fingers down, and slide my middle finger in my pussy. 

A slow grin creeps across his face.

"mmm slut" he groans. "Another finger, stretch it open for me" 

I move my middle and pointer finger inside me, and I do it slowly, and lick my lips because I'm an asshole, and I'm fucking turned on at him demanding me to do things for him. 

"Faster" he says leaning forward , closer to my pussy, he leans down. I finger my pussy for him, faster, I moan. 

The time clock dings. 

"Fuck" he curses and shoots back in the chair, and he lifts his hands to his face and drags them down. 

"Come to my fucking house. I wont even fucking touch you, I just want to watch you be an insatiable little slut" he says. 

I lick my lips. 

"Leave here. And dont ever come back again" I say and adjust my panties and stand , and I'm the first to leave this time. Because I almost nodded, almost said yes, almost caved and agreed. I had to leave, had to dismiss him before I did something I'd regret. Well, something more than what I've already done, and already regret.