Emma

Another hot summer night, a Friday. Once again i found myself circulating among the Women seated around the tables on the main floor. It was between shows on the main stage, the DJ was spinning heavy, pulsing electro-danse music, the colored lights flashed in synchrony. Like the other boys, i was circulating from table to table offering more intimate up close entertainment for any Clients so inclined. Wearing nothing more than a thin tight black g-string that did little to hide the shape and heft of my package and even less to mask my tight behind.

I’d been working at the club for about three months, mostly waiting tables at first but now offering table dances or private shows in the VIP room to small groups of Women. Sometimes it was nothing more than sitting at a table and chatting up the Girls while they pressed Their warm Feminine curves against me, softly stroking my chest or pressing against my bicep, sometimes a little tipsy, sometimes a lot.

Occasionally i’d be called upon to perform on the main stage but that wasn’t routine yet. I’d done it only twice and still had work to do to reach the caliber of the regular dancers, but i’d been striving hard to get there, at Goddesses insistence. Working the tables was my main job right now. Mistress Denise told me i had a real knack for it, the Women really liked what They saw and enjoyed the easygoing, flirty banter that seemed to come naturally to me.

The crowds were typically tourists, out of town convention goers and a large mix of professional types from the nearby downtown business district. Generally the Women seemed to fall into two groups, those a little embarrassed by all the male flesh on offer, though still enjoying themselves thoroughly, and those who saw the sexual objectification of men as a right in which They indulged to the fullest. The veritable ‘man-eaters.’  Emma fell firmly into the latter camp. The first time i saw this vivacious redhead was during my second week working the tables. She sat among a small group of smartly dressed, young professional looking Women. After seeing Her for the first time i had trouble taking my eyes off of Her. She wore a tight, short turquoise single piece dress. Flowing red hair cascading just past Her shoulders, fiery red lips. While Her companions giggled and exchanged saucy comments about the mostly nude men all around them She carried Herself with a detached analytical air. What struck me most was the way She would fixate on a male with Her Feminine gaze, giving each inch of male flesh a through evaluation. A slight uplifting of Her red lips hinting at Her approval. I tried on several occasions to gain Her attention as i passed Her table, hoping to be called into service. Multiple times She seemed to pay me not the slightest notice, which made me try even harder. It was impossible not to see the way She handled the men beckoned to Her presence. She possessed a confidence and aggressiveness that  surprised every boy She made display himself for Her.

On this night She caught me unaware, staring at Her. She suddenly turned and Our/our eyes locked. With that She gestured for me to approach and i eagerly made my way to Her. Along with Her friends She gave me a through visual going over then raised a single finger and made a turning gesture, the universal signal to turn around so They could all get a good look at me. i eagerly complied, slowly making a complete circle, raising my arms, hands behind my head, to give them a complete view, and a little gesture i hoped would signal my yielding nature.

With that She made a second gesture. Pointing a single manicured, red lacquered, fingernail directly at my groin and gesturing downward . This i took as the universal gesture for ‘show Me what you’ve got.’ She played me like a puppet on a string as Her Girlfriends whipped out Their smart phones to capture the moment.

Slipping a thumb inside the waistband of my g-string i feigned stripping the fabric away but Emma wasn’t having any of the usual games. She shot me such a contemptuous stare with Her piercing blues i thought my veins would turn to ice. I wasted no time stripping off the meagre garment, letting it flop to the floor around my ankles. I kicked it away  and raised my arms back into the ‘surrender’ pose as i stepped towards Her, already semi-hard and rising fast. Her friends howled with laughter and approval but as soon as i was within striking distance She reached out, wrapped a soft hand tightly around my shaft and held me there. i gasped, tensing up in complete surprise, Her friends were howling and catcalling. i didn’t know what to do. I looked into Her eyes for guidance but She just stared back at me in silence, almost expressionless, holding me tightly in Her grip. She offered no hand-job, not even a quick stoke and release. Just a firm tight grip and cold stare. My mind raced, what should i do? Should i try to pull away, extricate myself from this situation? Should i look for help from the floor staff to diffuse this standoff? Her icy expression and firm hold said neither would be a good idea. Being me, i decided to just default to my standard response. I relaxed, eased my manhood forward and melted into Her grip, gesturing my compliance. With that She shot me a wicked smile, releasing me, but not before running Her perfect fingernails under the length of my cock right to the tip. i couldn’t even pretend to hide my pleasure. That diffused the standoff. Her little power game having made its point, She has the power and boytoys are just that, toys for Her amusement. By now Her friends were demanding Their chance so I made my way to each Woman in turn. They took turns feeling me up, sometimes running a shy hand down my chest or abs, a firm squeeze of my ass-cheeks and the occasional quick stroke of my now rock-hard cock. They took videos and photos, taking turns posing with my erection like it was a trophy. But not the Redhead. When I made my way back to Her She gave a me a half smile and reaching under my stiffness, tightly grabbed my ball sac. i gasped and whimpered, bending forward, struggling for relief. She didn’t give the slightest ground. Instead She pulled me by the balls towards Her and down onto the seat beside Her. With that She released my aching balls and turned towards me. Needless to say i found Her at once alluring and intimidating, that way dominant Women have of keeping men off balance. With a single finger on my chin She turned my head putting us face-to-face. i almost couldn’t look Her in the eyes but every time i flinched or tried to turn away She just turned me to face Her again. Satisfied that i got the message, She ran Her fingernails down my chest, stroking and tweaking my nipples a few times  before continuing downward. Suddenly i again found the soft warmth of Her hand around my shaft. This time there was no attempt at any games. Her touch was all warmth and proffered pleasure, which i accepted without hesitation. She pumped my stiffness with short, rapid strokes. Lost in pleasure i lifted my ass slightly, thrusting into Her hand. So lost i barely noticed Her friends on my other side recording the entire spectacle. Barely noticed and so lost in ecstasy i couldn’t have cared less. After a few moments She released me before things got too out of hand. I just sat there gasping and throbbing in frustration, trying desperately to regain my composure. i was hoping for some time to calm my hardness, but with the next show about to start on the main stage, She gestured that it was time for me to go. She rushed me from my seat so that i was standing tall and proud in front of the Women. i reached down to collect my g-string from the floor as She reached into her handbag and pulled out what looked like some money and a small card. She held up both between two fingers. I took them then tried to stuff myself back into the g-string which now felt even more undersized. Her Girlfriends then gestured that i should approach and receive a little something from Them as well, which They duly stuffed into my g-string.

Quickly returning to the back of the club i collected all the cash including the one hundred note the redheaded Goddess had tipped me. I then looked at the business card She had given along with it.

“Emma ____”
“Attorney”
“Corporate and Finance Law”

That wasn’t really a surprise. Why She had given me Her card however was unclear. Did She expect me to contact Her? Was She expecting more from me than a table dance or copping a feel. She certainly seemed like the kind of Woman who wasn’t used to being denied by men. Beautiful, aggressive, confident. She was everything that stirred my submissive soul. But alas i belong to Another. It was a fun and thrilling experience but i didn’t see it going beyond that.

Later at home, i poured a drink for Goddess as She relaxed on Her chaise and told Her about my night at ‘work’. As usual i turned over all my tips to Her, which along with the salary i earn from the club Goddess donates to a foundation for Girls education. She finds it only right that all the money earned from my sexual objectification should be used to further the education of Women and Girls. ‘Win win’ is how She puts it. In fact She convinced Mistress Denise to introduce a policy at the club whereby 5% of the boys earnings are donated to the same charity. Goddesses reasoning being that at least some of the Women’s hard earned money gets put to better use than buying beer, video games and porn.

i recounted my experience with Emma which Goddess found both amusing and interesting. i showed Her Emma’s card which She carefully studied before declaring, “I’ll be keeping this”, and putting it out of my sight.