Pole dance jealousy
"Today is Valentine's Day, by the way!" — No, that won't do.
"By the way, today is Valentine's Day!" — No, that won't do either!
"Today, for f*ck's sake, is Valentine's Day!" — What kind of nonsense is that?!
"Today is Valentine's Day, dammit!" — Ah, screw it!
I keep mulling over what to say before approaching my girlfriend and talking to her, because this bitch—and a real one at that—is mad at me again! And right now, we're sitting separately in the VIP lounge of my club. I'm trying to chat with my friends, who, by the way, also came with their girlfriends, while my Jess is sweetly chirping with her friends, sitting at the other end of the sofa.
In principle, I don't think she's that upset, especially since the last phrase she said to me was, "You f*cking arthropod bitch, go to your dancer, you bastard!".Actually, it's because of that dancer that we had a fight. While I was in the shower, that girl called my cell phone, which my girl answered, and she told her she'd be happy to give me a private dance in an intimate setting. What the hell?! I was furious that some girl I don't even know, who, apparently, is also of easy virtue, called my phone number. It turned out she got it from my manager, whom she charmed, and he foolishly gave her my number. I would have fired him immediately, of course, but he's a good acquaintance of mine, so I gave him a stern talking-to as soon as I arrived at the club with Jess. I tried to explain everything to her, but she didn't want to listen.
After sitting like that for a few more minutes, trying to listen to what my friend was trying to explain, I sit right next to my baby.
— Jess, — I call her softly.
Her friends instantly retreated, and Jessica folded her arms across her chest and stared in the other direction.
— Je-e-ess, — I continue calling her persistently.
She still pays no attention. This situation was already starting to irritate me quite a bit, and I, deciding to take the initiative into my own hands—or, to be more precise, I took Jess into my arms, holding her tightly against me.
— Let go right now! — my beauty hisses. And that she's beautiful—that's undeniable. I fall in love every day with her slightly slanted, almond-shaped eyes that give her appearance a somewhat exotic touch, and her rosebud lips just beg to be kissed; she's a brunette with long, flowing curls that reach below her waist. She's not very tall herself, but with a very proportional, feminine figure and a narrow waist. In short, a dream girl. But her temper... it's a f*cking nightmare, to put it in one word!
— You know I won't let go, — I smile slyly, squeezing her waist tighter, which makes my girl arch slightly and press her small palms against my chest.
— I told you not to come near me! — As if I care what you said.
— Well, I didn't come near, I sat down next to you, — a cheeky smile lights up my face. — So why are you so worked up? You know I love only you, and I don't need anyone else! Haven't you figured that out in the year and a half we've been together?
— I've figured out that every bitch dreams of jumping into your bed! And you flirt with them! — Okay, where exactly do I flirt with them? Why would I need another when Jess suits me in every way, even with her bitchy temper. And what she does in bed... It's extremely hard to outdo her. But she's jealous. Although, I'm very jealous myself. Even though Jessica doesn't give me a reason, I can clearly see how men look at her. She's hugely popular with the male sex. But since she's with me, and I'm confident in her, I don't stress too much about it.
— Baby, stop being jealous over nothing.
— Over nothing?! So it's normal for some girl to call your phone and offer a private dance?
— No, it's not normal, but we've already sorted out that misunderstanding, so I don't see any point in continuing to dwell on this situation.
Jessica fell silent for a moment and squinted slyly.
— Okay, darling, — Jess agreed, but something tells me she wanted to say "I'll show you 'over nothing'" instead.
We simultaneously pressed our lips to each other's, and our tongues intertwined in a frenzied rhythm of a dance.
After detaching from each other, we finally moved closer to the whole company and joined the general conversation. Half an hour later, my love excused herself to powder her nose, as she said. Ten minutes passed, and she still wasn't back. Where could she have disappeared to?
Suddenly, the music faded and the lights went out. After a few seconds, the hall filled with the beautiful chords of a song suitable for a sexy dance. The spotlight moved to the pole on the stage, and right by the pole—a girl, who the next moment began dancing a striptease. The girl, of course, moves very professionally, her movements are polished, but why would I watch a striptease when my girlfriend... is at the pole???!!! The spotlight stopped caressing the graceful silhouette of the beauty and finally lit up in a way that allowed you to see the dancer's cunning eyes. This vixen writhes like a snake to the beat of the music. Where did she learn to dance like that? A swarm of thoughts is in my head, but most importantly, I see how the male half of the club is looking at her with hungry eyes. Blood begins to boil in my veins, and to avoid cursing loudly, I clench my fists, although it's unlikely anyone would hear the obscenities—the music is playing very loudly. So this is what she planned—to piss me off! What a b*tch! We've fought before, of course, and I've been jealous of her too, but she never gave me a reason, and now she decided to test my nerves? She knows I can't stand it when some bastard undresses her with his eyes! I'm even shuddering while she spins around the pole.
And to what song is she dancing—one that translates to "f*ck yourself," is that a hint?
As soon as the song ended, the hall filled with thunderous applause and whistles. Undoubtedly, her dance caused a huge stir. While I was watching her dance, she didn't take her shameless eyes off me and smiled impudently, while I was tensely smoking and drinking whiskey.
Getting up from the sofa, I applauded loudly and asked the guests to move to another hall, leaving us alone. As soon as everyone left, I slowly approached her. It's so nice when people listen to me; it's not for nothing that I'm the owner of this establishment. Only this bitch won't listen.
— You never said you dance professional striptease.
— You never asked. — Oh, aren't we proud!
— Why should I have asked? You could have told your boyfriend yourself what you do, — I come right up close.
— It's my hobby, not my job.
— I see... a hobby... — I smile with the corner of my lips. — Strange, it seems like it's my turn to be angry now, but you're still acting offended, — I sharply pull her by the neck with one hand, tightly wrapping the other around her waist.
— Why should you be angry? You said yourself that there's no point in being jealous over trifles, — she smiles impudently in my face, the little minx.
— You think this is a trifle? — I growl in her face.
— What's the big deal?
— What's the big deal? All the men were drooling over you and undressing you with their eyes just now!!!
— It was I who undressed you all with my dance, not you undressing me, — she pushes me away and is about to leave.
I grab her hair not too hard and squeeze slightly at the back of her head, forcing her to tilt her head back.
— Undressed with a dance, you say, — I lean into her neck, biting it a little, then slowly slide my tongue to her chin, bite it, and then her lower lip. She hisses and pushes her fists against my chest. I lower my hands to her hips, smoothly sliding up to the epicenter of desire—and the fact that I want her is evident from my buddy, who is already at his limit. I squeeze her buttocks with my palms and lift her, seating her on me, leaning Jess against the pole. She wraps both arms around the pole, and I'm already pulling down her lace panties; a moment and they're on the floor. I lift her higher, and now her lower lips are at the level of my face. I look up at her, smiling, and she, biting her lip, closes her eyes. Slowly touching her delicate petals, capturing them one by one and sucking, letting my tongue inside. I kiss her loins French-style, each time with more passion, but also care and tenderness simultaneously. Jess moans louder and louder, begging me not to stop. Do I plan to stop? Mmm, how delicious she is, sweet, my most beloved girl!
A little more, and Jess comes with a loud moan, trying to rise higher, but she can't. I lower her legs from my neck, and she immediately wraps them around my waist, and I, without breaking the kiss, carry her to the sofa. Gently lay her on the cool white leather, having first pulled her dress over her head, and lie on top. She pulls off my tight white tank top and reaches her hands to my belt buckle, which a few seconds later hits the floor. My jeans and boxers follow.
Hovering over her, we stare intently into each other's eyes.
— So, do you want me to f*ck myself, or will you help? — she throws her head back, laughing heartily, and pulls me with her hand, pressing on my neck, thereby bringing me closer to her lips.
— First, you f*ck me, and then, if you want, you can f*ck yourself, — she runs her little tongue over my lower lip.
— B*tch, — I say into her lips and immediately greedily sink into them, having first positioned myself between her legs, I enter her sharply. She cries out and moans into my mouth as I start moving inside her. First smoothly, then a little faster, arousing her more and more. Grabbing her thigh with one hand, I intertwined the other with her fingers. Our moans are louder, our movements faster. I slow the thrusts slightly, then move so fast I could quite possibly punch a hole in the sofa, pushing Jess into it. How she moans! You could come just from her moans! I feel her muscles contracting, and she begins to thrash in ecstasy, digging her nails into my back. I thrust into her a few more times and pull out, coming on her stomach. She runs her fingers over her belly, smearing the cum, continuing their path to her sugary lips, and finally, plunges it into her mouth, moaning and licking her finger. Hovering over her again, I touch her hand with mine, taking her finger out of her mouth, then bring it to my lips and slowly lick it.
— I want to see my gift on you tonight, — Jess gives me such a satisfied and enchanted look.
— Happy Valentine's Day, my love! — and I press my lips to hers in the most tender kiss.