3plus/mandance
                        Major Havoc (c) 1989 Writing for Fun
                                   Private Dancer
                  It had seemed like a great idea at the time.  Why hit the bars,
                blowing money in each one until he found a girl who was in the mood,
                 when there was one place sure to be stocked with horny women?  If
                              he had known what he would experience...
                 He got to the male strippers club shortly before closing time, set
                his two-door in the lot not far from the front door, and got out to
                 lean against the car and wait.  He wore his best silk shirt and a
                pair of skin-tight leather slacks.  A faintly menacing smile played
                                   across his lips as he waited.
                   Sure enough, the doors opened and a stream of women came out,
                 talking, laughing, giggling, in twos and threes and larger groups.
                Some passed by him without a glance, others stopped briefly admiring
                 his car, or tossed a lewd comment as they went by.  "New in town,
                  sailor?"  "Is that sausage for display or for sale?"  That last
                 comment hit home -- most of the women coming out of the club were
                 well-built, and the tightness of his crotch was starting to hurt.
                  Just as he was about to give up the idea, three women stopped to
                  talk.  "Hey, guy," said a strawberry blonde in a blousy sweater,
                 "waiting for somebody to get off work, or would you be interested
                in a private show?"  This was what he had been waiting for!  "Well,
                         I might be interested... where would the show be?"
               The blonde wentto her friends, a tall redhead and a petite one.
               The tall one was wearing a mannish suit, while the smaller one was in
                a peasant blouse and skirt.  He hoped they would decide quickly - he
               had definite plans for all of them.  Soon enough the blonde returned.
                "It's too complicated to give you directions, so we decided I should
                 ride in the car with you and follow my friends.  I'm Ginny.  Shall
                                              we go?"
                He grinned, executed a formal bow, and opened the car door for her,
               then got in and started following her friends.  "Have you been at the
                 club long?" she asked.  "Not very," he replied, thinking "this is
                great - they really think I'm an off-duty dancer!"  He turned toward
                her to continue the conversation, and saw her squeezing her breasts
                through her sweater.  "Don't lose control, friend, I'm just keeping
                the fires burning here.  I hope you can ... follow the warmup act!"
                The thought reminded him of his cock, swollen and constricted in his
               pants.  He winked at her, suppressed a groan, and continued to follow
                                           the other car.
                 They arrived at a nondescript suburban house.  The shorter redhead
                  got out of the lead car and opened the garage, where they parked
                 both cars.  He followed them in through the kitchen to the living
                  room.  The tall redhead, who introduced herself as Sandy, fixed
                drinks all around while her shorter counterpart, Meg, busied herself
                 arranging the furniture.  Ginny put some music on the stereo, and
                   announced "All right, ladies, the warmup show will now begin.
                 You know the rules!" -- and with that, grabbed him by the arm and
                 started close dancing with him.  She was a good dancer, too; they
                  did a two-step followed by a salsa move that could have been on
                 Bandstand - or Dirty Dancing.  Just as they started to move into a
                 vertical bop, Sandy cut in.  While not as good a dancer as Ginny,
                  she could definitely swing her body, and with her jacket off he
                could tell there was a good body there to swing.  Sandy was quickly
                 replaced by Meg, and the height difference became a turn-on as her
                breasts rubbed across his belly, too close to his crotch for comfort
                                and yet too far for satisfaction...
                 The music came to an end, and Ginny said, "We have an outfit we'd
               like to see you in, if it's okay."  At this point, he would have been
                 glad to dance naked.  "If you'd follow mehere, I'll show you
                what we have."  She led him into a stark room with bare walls, a low
                bench, a bed and a closet.  On the bed was a tux cutaway jacket, tux
                shirt, black slacks with a matching set of suspenders, and something
                that looked like bikini briefs, but with string ties on each side of
                 the waist.  She left while he stripped and put on the outfit.  The
                 "briefs" were just a thin piece of silky material in an hourglass
                  shape, with barely enough elastic in the border to hold his cock
                   without it spilling out.  There were also a pair of thin black
                slippers, which he put on without socks.  When he wentinto the
                living room, the lights were down except for two ceiling spots aimed
                at the center of the room.  He started "strutting his stuff", doing
                  moves he remembered seeing at the ballet and some from TV -- the
               music was fast rock, and he spun and twisted as he got into the mood.
               With the lights trained on him, he couldn't really see the girls just
                outside his area, but they cheered him on as he removed, twirled and
                tossed the tux jacket.  The music turned to Pink Floyd, Yes and King
                Crimson as he attempted to keep up the pace he had set.  Those hours
                 at the health club were paying off now, and he wanted to keep his
                audience happy.  He undid one button of the shirt at a time, finally
               removing it completely to loud applause and whistles, and swinging it
                at arms length, feeling it brush against each member of his audience
                until he let it go.

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  A voice (Ginny's, he thought) said "All right,
                                   now, let's really get to it!"
                 He did poses, ballet leaps, kicks and turns for a short while, but
                  knew these women wanted more.  He started doing the twist in one
                spot, pulled the zipper down, and shimmied as the pants snaked their
               way down his legs to the floor.  The voices in the shadows liked that
                 move!  He stepped out of the slacks and flipped them away with one
                foot.  He thought as he did so that he felt something scrape at his
                 ankle, but still couldn't see clearly beyond his circle of light.
                 Now down to briefs and slippers, he bumped and ground as the music
                slowed down - the Beatles' "Revolution", Clapton's original version
                of "After Midnight", Rod Stewart's "Tonight's the Night".  He did a
                spin kick and felt someone grab the slipper off his foot.  A split,
                and as he got up a hand reached in and got the other slipper.  Then
                 an arm (had to be Meg) reached in and pulled the ties, zipping his
                briefs away!  He stopped dancing in surprise as the lights went out
                  but the music continued.  A voice suddenly whispered in his ear,
                "Don't stop now, big boy" and he felt the unmistakable pressure of a
                pair of breasts at hisand hips against his buttocks.  He began
                to bump and grind again, the body behind him matching his every move
                 and slowly moving him across the room.  He could not tell where he
                  was going, but had decided this was Sandy from the high spot her
                                     breasts were hitting him. 
                The music changed to a rumba, as he collided cock first with another
                body in front of him.  He automatically grabbed her by the hips, as
                the body behind him did the same to him, and the sandwich worked its
               way forward in the dark.  His cock was trapped with the shaft between
                the ass cheeks of the girl in front, the head bumping her spine with
                every step.  The breasts behind him were erect now, he felt the tips
                 of the nipples burning into his.  Suddenly the body in front
                 disappeared, the hands at his hips grabbed his wrists and he felt
                                  his arms tied behind his. 
               "Hey, what gi- mmmff!"  He started to protest as something was pushed
               into his mouth.  The person at hisquickly frog-marched him to a
                 low bench, fastened both ankles to cuffs and untied his arms, then
               put them into cuffs behind his head.  Now the lights came on, glaring
                into his eyes.  He was in the same room he had dressed in, securely
                tied down on the bench, his cock still standing tall form the rumba
                  sandwich.  All three women were naked around him, as Ginny said,
                 "You can talk the talk, big boy, but can you walk the walk?"  With
                 that she pulled the gag out of his mouth and replaced it with her
                 pussy.  "Keep me entertained, friend -- keep us all entertained!"
                 As he started licking, he felt fingers toying with his penis, the
                nails lightly running up the shaft to the crown, a hand hefting his
                 balls, then rimming his anus.  Ginny's legs were over his ears, so
                 he could only react to what he felt and Ginny's movements.  One of
                 his arms was untied, and his hand was placed on a breast.  Sandy's
               he guessed, which meant that Meg was the one teasing him at the other
               end.  He massaged the breast as he nibbled, kissed and licked Ginny's
                 vagina.  He ringed her clitoris, feeling her response even as his
                 hand was moved to Sandy's other breast.  His tongue made a beeline
                   for her vagina, pushing its way in with the desperation he was
                 feeling below, where Meg's fingers and tongue were keeping him on
                   the edge of being able to come.  He thrust his hips, but into
                                          unresisting air.
               Now Ginny pressed heavily on his mouth, nearly breaking his nose with
                the force of her pubic bone as she came on his tongue.  He was dizzy
                from lack of air by the time she got up from his face, and his cock
                 was throbbing painfully.  "You should really thank Meg for keeping
                  you busy, you know," Ginny said, and with that Meg straddled his
                  head facing his feet.  He had a choice of holes, and tested the
                                        rosebud nearest him.
                As Meg wriggled and settled onto his face, Sandy moved his hand from
                her breast to her bush, and he worked his fingers around there.  He
               wondered what Ginny was doing, when the bench fell away from his hips
                -- there must have been a drop-flap there.  A pair of hands began to
                 massage his butt, occasionally reaching up to toy with his still-
                aching cock and balls.  She rubbed some kind of lotion into his anal
                 crack, then worked one finger up his ass.  He started jerking and
                 jumping, as much as he could in his tied position, and his fingers
                 and tongue redoubled their efforts for Sandy and Meg.  Everything
                   started happening at once then.  First Sandy clenched his hand
                  between her thighs, then Meg reached down and grabbed his ass as
                   she pushed her ass onto his probing tongue, and Ginny's finger
                   found his prostate and pushed him over the edge as he shot amd
                            jerked and twisted and screamed and shot...
                   When he came to, he was curled up in theseat of his car,
                   in the parking lot at the dance club, and it was late morning.
                  Had it all been a dream?  He was wearing his leather pants, his
                   silk shirt was fully buttoned.  He looked up and saw, dangling
                    from the rear-view mirror, an hourglass-shaped piece of silk
                                        with string ties...
                                                  

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