Juliet Gladstone
Twice As Nice
Chapter 1
Jeff Clausen sat at the tiny table in the dim room and watched the girl on the stage. She'd begun with a slow tempo, sensual and sinuous. He'd found it exciting; and as the girl picked up speed and began the featured part of her dance, he felt the familiar pressure between his legs, his cock pressing and straining inside his tight pants. Christ, this was a hell of a place to get a hard-on.
He watched the girl. She was naked now, every curve and movement of her body erotic and meaningful. He'd seen a million topless and naked dancers, and he should be used to them by now, but he wasn't. They still turned him on.
It had been three months since Rhoda had left him. The lawyers were still haggling about dividing up the property, and the actual divorce was still months away. Jeez, the way they'd been fighting these past couple of years, he'd thought he'd be glad to be rid of her. He envisioned himself as leading a wild, swinging bachelor life, with as many girls as he could handle whenever he wanted them. It hadn't worked out that way.
He sighed, licking his lips and draining the watered drink in front of him. Maybe when you get to be forty-five you're living on memories…
The girl on the stage moved toward him, her hips swaying and her legs apart. She was dancing to a calypso beat, and her huge tits bounced and jiggled like a couple of ripe melons on a vine. He figured her for about forty-four at least, big jugs that made his mouth water. She was bending back then, arching her body so she could move under a limbo stick.
Christ, his balls ached! He could see right into her pussy when she spread like that, see the red, wet lips that seemed to wink at him invitingly. Her snatch hair was thin so it didn't hide much of the view. He licked his lips and lifted the empty glass to them. He needed a cunt, Christ how he needed one!
Jeff glanced around the room but no one was paying any attention to him. Every eye in the place was on the girl-that's what they'd paid their money for and that's what they were watching: He wondered if the girl would go to the hotel with him, if he bought her a couple of drinks. She probably got plenty of invitations like that. Did she accept them? Was every man in the room thinking the same thing?
He shifted in the chair to try to ease the pain in his groin. If he didn't start getting some regular pussy, his balls were going to burst. What the hell was the matter with him anyhow? It wasn't as if he'd been true blue to Rhoda for the twenty years they'd been man and wife. Hell, he'd had chicks on the side, a number of times. During the last couple of lousy years when they'd been really drifting apart, he'd carried on an affair with a secretary from the office for almost a year. Why couldn't he get back into action now? Since the breakup with Rhoda, he'd only had his nuts taken off four times-four lousy times in three months!
The girl on the stage had lowered the limbo stick so that her body had to be only inches from the floor to clear it. He stared at her, still thinking about her pussy. Actually, he'd had a better view of it when the stick was higher and she could spread her legs more. Now her knees blocked part of his view. He wished he had a table right in front.
A spotlight came on and bathed the girl's cunt in soft red light. Jeff's breath caught and almost strangled him. She was under the stick, turning now without rising, giving everyone in the room a good look at what she had. He moaned softly, but no one in the barroom noticed. Every man was having the same problem.