Dancer's Choice

The dancer let out a low moan, a hand dropping to caress her bare midriff, as spectators each pressed a button on their table. Her movements faltered as pleasure raced outwards from her core, toned belly undulating, and she stared almost pleasingly at the crowd, eyes glazing over with lust.

Arthur sat among that crowd, a smug grin on his face as he watched the dancer. He'd long thrown an arm around his female companion, idly toying with the laces draped over her left shoulder. The woman frowned when he untied the laces, sections of her dress falling away to expose a sculpted shoulder-blade and well-formed breast.
"Arthur!"
He ignored the woman, palming the breast while reaching out to press the button on the table.
"Do you think she does private shows?"
With a sniff his companion glanced at the dancer as she orgasmed.
"Probably. The slut isn't doing this for money."
"Oh?" An eyebrow rose as Arthur looked between his companion and the dancer. "Why do you say that?"
With a despairing sigh the woman held down the button until a warning light came on, the dancer crying out as a storm erupted deep within her.
"The payment transfer function has been disabled. She's doing this just for pleasure."
"Good." Arthur watched the dancer as the lights in the room began dimming. "I'll engage her services after we've eaten."

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Sandy was nervous as she stood in the hotel corridor. The summons had arrived whilst she was recovering from her session on stage, directing her to be a guest room as soon as possible. She had changed into a clean version of her favourite outfit, a diaphanous wrap sitting low around her hips and a halter-top supporting her breasts. Hesitantly she knocked on the door in front of her, a warm smile appearing when it opened.

Arthur gazed at the statuesque dancer, unhurriedly moving aside so that she could enter the guest room. She paused only a few steps in, stunned by the sight of another woman on the bed, and glanced uncertainly at Arthur.
"Marguerite, come and meet Sandy, our little dancer for the night."
A predatory gleam was in Marguerite's eyes as she gracefully rose from the bed, slowly circling around Sandy.
"An exquisite specimen dear Arthur. And she was so responsive." Marguerite stopped and took hold of Sandy's chin, turning the dancer's head. "Is it in you now?"
"No mistress." The words were whispered and Sandy indicated a pouch sewn into the back of her halter. "In there."
"Good girl." Marguerite opened the pouch, retrieving the object within, and showed the pocket vibrator to Arthur. "So small. And yet so small."
"You could have one of your own."
Marguerite shrugged, her dress almost sliding off, and handed the vibrator to Sandy.
"It will be linked to this room? Or the main chamber?"
"I can attune it to this room mistress. Shall I?"
Arthur nodded while Marguerite returned to the bed and sprawled across it, both watching Sandy link her vibrator to the room's network.

Unrestrained moans of passion filled the guest room a short time later. All three occupants were nude, Sandy caught between Arthur and Marguerite. The dancer was being held against Arthur, his firm erection nestled between her curved ass-cheeks, while Marguerite had her breasts barely touching Sandy's. In her hands Marguerite had the button controlling Sandy's vibrator, pressing it constantly while Arthur's hands roamed over Sandy's yielding flesh.

He only had to flick Sandy's engorged clit and she cried, knees buckling when the orgasm overwhelmed her. As she dropped Arthur pushed her forward and onto the bed, sliding the panting dancer into Marguerite's tender embrace. With the two women lying face-to-face Arthur paused to appreciate the view presented to him, taking his length and carefully hefting it.

With her view blocked by Sandy's luscious body Marguerite turned her full attention upon the dancer, softly kissing her back into action. When Arthur entered her, sinking deep with a single thrust, Marguerite's eyes widened and she moaned. This roused Sandy and the pair gazed at each other, arms wrapping around warm curves. With an impish grin Sandy wormed a hand between the three, playing by touch with both Arthur and Marguerite. The grin was lost when Sandy adorably scrunched her face, Arthur having swapped from Marguerite to the dancer.
"So big! So deep!"
"I know." Marguerite gasped as Sandy hooked a finger inside her. "We chose you so you can take him."
Sandy whimpered as Arthur slowly withdrew, feeling every ridge rub against her inner walls, before releasing every breath at once when Arthur plunged back into her.

Marguerite added to the dancer by copying the other woman's earlier actions, toying with Sandy's clit every time Arthur pulled back. The dancer was soon trembling through another orgasm, weakly flailing her arms.
"Please!"
"Please what?" Humour was easy to hear in Arthur's voice. "Do you want us to stop or keep going?"
"Stop!" The word became a drawn-out wail as Arthur chose that moment to start withdrawing. "Please stop."
Marguerite let Sandy roll to one side, the worn out dancer letting out a gentle sigh as she was allowed to relax.

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Marguerite languidly pulled her dress back on, tying the various laces together, while Arthur garbed himself in his suit. Sandy was reclining on the bed, watching the pair through half-lidded eyes still partially clouded with lust. She was drained by the encounter though, Arthur and Marguerite merely satiated, and had a healthy glow to her.
"This could be your every night."
Laughing gently Sandy gazed at Arthur, briefly glancing down at the visible bulge beneath his belt.
"I don't think I'd survive if this was my every night."
"You'd love it though. Arthur is skilled with his spear, far more than he's demonstrated."
Sandy let her head drop against the pillows, a little shiver cascading from head to toe as she realized that she was seriously contemplating the offer. The sensation of lips against the skin of her ankles made her look up and she gazed between her breasts to see Marguerite kissing her, the other woman positioned so that Sandy could look down Marguerite's dress.

Arthur moved to stand directly behind Marguerite, hands firm on her hips, and Sandy inanely giggled, picturing the pair as being one single entity.
"You're distracting her my love."
"I am?" Arthur stepped forward, forcing Marguerite to do the same and the locations she could reach got closer to Sandy's core. "Maybe it's your lips that are distracting her?"
Sandy took the chance and scooted towards the bed's headboard, drawing her legs up against her chest.
"Back up now love. Go and sit in that chair."
Arthur crossed to the armchair, dropping heavily into it, while Marguerite straightened and turned towards Arthur.
"My companion offers you a choice. Do you accept?"
Tearing her gaze away from Marguerite's barely-hidden back Sandy looked over at Arthur before panicking and darting from the guest room.
"I think that's a no my love."
Arthur sighed as the door clicked shut and rose from the chair.
"She could have said yes. We'll have to approach someone else tomorrow."