The Ballad of John and Al Ch. 02 - Sex Stories

The Ballad of John and Al Ch. 02

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"John," he replied.

"Hi John," she intoned. "I'm Al."

"Al?" he asked.

"Short for Allison. But you can call me whatever you want."

He just nodded. The two of them role-played all the time, but now he was a bit at a loss for words. Or at any rate, he wanted to let her keep taking the lead.

"So, are you military?"

"How could you tell?"

"The haircut's a dead giveaway," she teased, touching him behind the ear.

"Just the hair?"

She ran her hands over his chest. "Yeah, and the body's not bad."

"Not bad?"

"Above average," she shrugged. He chuckled.

The third song had started. Al remained on his lap, no longer dancing so much as dry humping him. He ached to take his hands out from under his legs and gather her breasts up in his fists. But he liked playing games with her.

"So," she continued. "You an officer?"

"Right again," John replied. "What gave that away?"

"You're old," she sighed.

"Hey!" he laughed.

"Just kidding. You bought three dances. The enlisted guys rarely buy two."

"You get lots of enlisted guys in here?"

"Uh huh," she confirmed. "Lots."

She closed her eyes and ground herself against him a little harder. "LOTS."

He thought about making a joke about how enlisted men in the Navy were called Seamen. But they had worn that line out a long time ago.

"So," he ventured, pointedly looking at her left hand. "It looks like ... you're engaged?"

She arched her eyebrows at him. "Oh, you noticed that ...

... did you?"

"Mm hmm. So, what does your fiancé think about you working here?"

"Well," she replied, slowly, rocking from side to side a bit now, "He says he's fine with it. But ... I think he gets a little jealous ..."

"Can't say that I blame him," John offered.

"Oh?" She cocked her head. "You wouldn't let your girlfriend be a dancer?"

"Oh, I don't think it's a matter of 'letting' her do anything."

"Hmm. Modern man. I like that. So maybe you'd like your girlfriend to work in a gentlemen's club?"

"Well ... if that's what she wanted to do ..."

"Hmmm," Al offered, again.

The song ended and she dismounted.

"Well, that was fun," she said, suddenly no longer a stripper, back to being a girlfriend/nurse/college student.

"Yeah, it was," John agreed, finally pulling his hands out from underneath him, and flexing his fingers.

"Why don't you run out and pick up Thai food?"

"Okay," John said. It sounded like a good idea. He just wasn't ready to stop playing this game yet. "Maybe while I'm out I should stop by the ATM? Maybe when I come back, we can check out the VIP Room?"

Al smiled at him and looked at the imaginary watch on her wrist. "Aw, that's sweet," she said. "But I've got one of my regulars coming in soon. And he'll have me for the rest of the night."

John let his jaw drop open for a second. Of course, it was all a game, but her last sentence sent a shock through him. "He'llhave you?"

Al shrugged. "Rules are different in the VIP ...