At first, Reesa pouted, making her babyface look even more delectable. "I still don't see what good I'll get!"
Cheri was all hot for the idea, not just because it was hers. "I'll see that you get off. You like to eat my pussy, and you like to suck Mark's prick, so this'll be almost like doing both at once."
"But I still don't see, if he fucks you…"
"Just leave it to me." Cheri had always been good at talking her little sister into things, but she was being difficult about this. "I guarantee that you'll get yours."
"You going to eat me?"
"No, but I'll see that you get yours."
"Let's get on with it." Mark was holding his stiff cock, eager to stick it in Cheri's cunt.
With Reesa's blonde head on her chest, her pouted lips working on sensitive tits, Cheri almost lost it before Mark's cock was even halfway in. But she held off. She wanted to save it until she felt him shooting inside her. She wanted to save it until Reesa went to work on her.
Cheri tried to push the super feeling of him fucking in and out of her, while concentrating on working her muscles to bring him to the top as soon as possible.
The sensations were flooding her mind, bringing her volcano to a super boil, but Cheri managed to hang on until she felt Mark's prick swelling. Then she felt the slight sensation of his shooting inside her and knew it was time.
"Now, Reesa!"
Mark was still shooting when Reesa jerked his cock out and made a dive for it, trying to get it in her mouth.
"No, Reesa!" Cheri screamed. "Let him go! I want you on me while it's still hot!"
"What about me?" Mark asked, looking comically disappointed at having his throbbing cock released at this crucial moment.
"Eat Reesa!" Cheri yelled as she felt Reesa's tongue inside her hot cunt. Then she lost all thought of Mark and all thought of anything other than the tremors which were shaking her body with every movement of her sister's tongue and the sound of her sister's throat swallowing the gobs of Mark's come she was sucking into her mouth.
"Cheri?"
At first, Cheri thought it was Reesa. Then she recognized Michelle's voice and looked around, expecting to see the others waiting to tell her what her card had said.
"Cheri?" Michelle's voice was right in her ear and it totally shocked to realize that she was sitting in the Vegas Club, watching a strange girl dancing, with Michelle leaning over the table looking very worried. "For a minute there, I thought you had passed out, or something."
Cheri smiled. "No, I was just drifting. Remembering some old times."
Michelle's smile almost lit up the dark corner where they sat. "Why remember old times when we can create new ones?"
Feeling a slight movement in her crotch, Cheri smiled. "I think I'd like that, but not right now."
"Well," Michelle said, "I can wait. But that wasn't what I called you out of your reverie for I want you to look at that older guy who just came in."
At first, Cheri couldn't make out which one she was talking about. Most of the guys at the stage seats were older guys. One of them did look rather striking, and rather familiar. "You into older guys now?"
"Not really," Michelle said. "But this dude has been coming in a lot lately. There's something about him. I don't know, maybe it's because he never drinks anything stronger than Coke. Or it could be because he never spends much money, even though he looks like he has plenty. I don't know what it is, but I feel a real strong attraction to him."
"Well, if you feel that way, go for it."
"I've thought about it, but he never tries to come on to me. Or any of us."
"My God, no!" Cheri gasped, having just gotten a good look at the guy. "It can't be!"
Cheri wanted to run. She wanted to hide under the table. "It's Bill!"
"Bill who?"
"Never mind." Cheri pushed herself farther back into the darkened corner. "I just can't let him see me in here."
Cheri hadn't been able to leave, even when Bill gave her the chance by going to the restroom, and she was forced to sit and watch as Michelle, and a couple of the other girls, did everything they could to flirt with Bill.
Just looking at Bill, even though he was staring intently at each and every girl who danced, was enough to make Cheri squirm in her seat. She could imagine his beautiful hard-on throbbing with pleasure, crying for release, as he watched the naked tits, asses, and cunts in front of him. Her desire to dance naked in front of him became stronger and stronger. At the same time, she was afraid to do it because she just knew she would come all over the stage just from having his eyes on her hot pussy. If she looked down and saw the bulge she knew must be in his pants, she might even lose control and attack him right in public.
As these thoughts ran through her mind, Cheri found herself pressing farther and farther into the darkness of her corner. She wanted him so bad she could taste it, but she also had a tremendous surge of fear.
"Damn!" Michelle exclaimed, coming back to Cheri's table naked. "I'm about to give up! The dude just looks and looks, and obviously enjoys what he sees, but he absolutely refuses to do anything else! He won't even talk to me! Or any of the girls!"
"Maybe he just likes to look." Cheri knew she was lying even as she said it. "There are guys like that, you know."
Michelle smiled. "He just don't strike me as being like that. There's something he's looking for, and it just ain't any of us." She turned toward Cheri, finally putting her scant garments back on. "Maybe he's looking for you."
"He couldn't be looking for me," Cheri said. "I haven't danced here in months. Besides, he knows where to find me. I'm sure he's still in love with my mother."
"It might be something worth considering, though," Michelle said. "I'll bet if you got up there and danced, his whole attitude would change."
"I couldn't. It wouldn't be right. And I haven't danced in so long."
"You're still just as beautiful as ever. I'll bet you still remember all your routines. Do it, Cheri. You're chicken if you don't."
"Jerri wouldn't go for it."
"Maybe not," Michelle said. "Let me ask her." She held up her hand before Cheri could protest. "Even if she says it's okay, you still don't have to unless you want to."
By the time Michelle came back with permission, Cheri knew she was going to dance. She found herself hoping that Bill would decide to leave in the next few minutes, and knew it would convince her not to dance if he did. "Okay," she said, borrowing one of Michelle's costumes. "But I want to get to the dressing room without Bill seeing me."
"We'll just wait until he goes to the restroom again."
Once she was in the skimpy costume, consisting of G-string and skimpy bra, Cheri felt the old excitement coming back. Just the thought of being naked in front of all those men and women was charge enough to make her feel totally alive again. And it wasn't just the power she felt when she knew every eye in the place was devouring her nakedness. It was almost as if she only truly came alive when she was naked in public.
"I'm ready," she said to Michelle. "If you'll go on out and get the DJ to pick out a couple of good tunes, I'll wait here until I hear him announce me."
As she waited to hear her name called, Cheri felt herself tensing. It was the first time she had felt this way since the first time. She was eager to get out there, because she knew the tension would leave as soon as she stepped on the stage. But she was also afraid to go out there, knowing that Bill would be sitting there, his hot eyes on her naked body, staring right into her hot cunt. She just hoped that she could keep from climaxing. She wasn't sure she could keep from collapsing if that happened.
The moment she stepped out on the stage, her nervousness vanished. She wasn't just plain Cheri anymore. She was a total sexual animal. She knew that every man and woman in the place would be eating her up with their eyes. She could hardly wait to finish the first song so she could get out of her scant covering. She wanted to be completely naked in public. She wanted to be naked in front of Bill.
After her first glance at him, Cheri fought to it keep her eyes off Bill. She had seen the shock of recognition on his face and the thought flashed through her mind that he didn't like the idea of seeing her up there. She concentrated on looking at the guys who were really getting off on her. She finally found herself getting back into it.
As she twisted and turned her naked body, being careful that she moved her legs in such a way to give the guys who had put money on the stage the best look at her pussy, she continued to feel the heat moving through her body. Her cunt kept getting wetter and wetter. She even felt moisture seeping onto her inner thighs. She could feel the pressure building in her crotch and knew that if she dared look at Bill, she would start coming.
As she moved to lie on the stage, to simulate being fucked, she felt it building. The heat continued to wash over her body, finally centering in her crotch. She could almost feel a physical force there, as if the looks she was getting were actually fucking her. It was almost like having a hot tongue, or a hard prick moving between her satin lips. She wanted to reach down and fuck her finger into her cunt so bad that it hurt. Then she looked at Bill.
It might have been the reflection of the light but his eyes looked as if they were on fire. He was staring at her pussy so hard that tears were almost coming to his eyes. He hadn't laid any money on the stage, but Cheri felt herself turn toward him. She wanted him to see how wet she was. She wanted him to be able to look directly at her cunt. She wanted him to fuck her. Then she lost all track of everything as her body trembled with orgasm.