[Dirty Laundry - Bitter:Sweet]

After our raunchy little text message conversation on Sunday, and another one on Monday, I was so ridiculously ready for the Engineer to get to my city.

Inspired by my fantasy blowjob post (and the promise of getting his cock in my mouth later), I donned a schoolgirl skirt similar to the one in the picture on that post. I own four such skirts, by the way, a tame red and gray plaid, the blue plaid from the picture, a gray and black one which is too short for public use (though I did wear it last Halloween, but with some frilly hot pants underneath), and a flippy little purple plaid. THAT was the skirt for tonight. Tight little black shirt – see through in the right light – and my gray plaid schoolgirl heels (I have this look down pat, by the way, if you couldn’t tell).

Oh, and did I mention how I pulled my wild curls into two little pigtails? I’m the Coquitten. I may play innocent, but I know exactly what guys think when when they see those. Naughty little handlebars, begging to be pulled. And that’s what I was hoping for, so there was no reason to hold back.

The hookah bar was uneventful – the Engineer and I barely hugged when we met up because I was talking to some long time friends I ran into outside. It wasn’t until after we left, when he walked me to my car so we could meet up at the hotel, that I even got a kiss. But it was a really good kiss.

After that, it was just a race to get to his hotel. We had plans to change into swimsuits – my bikini is covered in ironic hot pink cherries – and get into the hot tub like last time. Things changed, however, when we passed a strip club. See, while at the hookah bar, I had mentioned there was such a club nearby where he was staying and I had not only never been there, I had never been to a strip club at all!

He flipped a bitch and zoomed into the club parking lot. This club is full nude and I was getting a little excited as we walked through the door. I clung to his side, eyeing the few patrons warily (it was a Tuesday night, after all, and not very busy).

Then there were the girls. They all had terribly cliche stripper names like “Honey” and “Bunny”, and they just looked… bored. It was slow, I know, but I was shocked. When I go dancing, it doesn’t matter who I’m dancing with, I get a smirk on my face whenever an amazing song comes on or when I know someone is watching my ass pop up and down. I didn’t expect them to be happy, but their expressions were far less than sultry.

Honey also wouldn’t stop chomping on her gum the entire time. It was distracting, to say the least. The Engineer says this is because I am female, but I don’t know, I wanted the girls to smile sexy at the crowd. This is what made me ask the Engineer to NOT buy me a lapdance.

Still, two girls in particular did it for us – the Engineer was audibly appreciative of the body of one girl who had amazing, fake, bouncing tits and a tiny waist. I liked the super modelesque one whose blase expression looked alluringly aloof and was the only girl to really utilize the pole in the middle of the stage.

The strip club didn’t sell alcohol, so Engineer and I slipped out once or twice to down a beer in the car (we turned on the radio for some background music, and amusingly, the song which provided the title for our last escapade came on and we ended up having a long discussion about some of its interesting lyrics). It was no surprise that we ended up locking lips, and the Engineer’s fingers traced down my thighs, under my skirt, and pressed against my panties – damp, for all my protestations that I wasn’t turned on by the strippers.

“We have to get back to the hotel,” one of us said, and I don’t remember who because we were both aching to touch each other so much. His fingers snuck into my panties and teased at my clit, then plunged deep into me and I gasped. I couldn’t believe it had taken so long for us to get past the clothing barrier and we alternated, me stroking his hardening cock and him stroking deeper and faster inside my pussy. It felt so good, and he finally turned the car on, keeping his fingers inside me as he drove to the hotel, me moaning, spread out on seat, skirt hiked up to my waist.

I came before we got to the parking lot, and I was breathing hard as I suggested we go up to the room. It pleased me to see him bulging out of his pants and we anxiously went into the hotel, ready to fuck, suck, and cum.

To be continued…