My Private Dancer

Here we were at a friend's stag night. We had a lot of booze and a lot of jokes, lots of laughter and in a week our friend was getting married. We knew that the best man had organised some entertainment, so we all assumed, knowing the best man, it was going to be a stripper.

The cost for the night was quite high for twenty males, actually but as some of us were never married, or between marriages, like me, there was not a lot of thought about the cost. Everyone was connected to the groom in some way, some of us are, like the groom, teachers and former teachers with some other acquaintances of the groom from childhood friends and neighbors. Surprisingly enough we had a lot of common friends so almost everybody knew everybody else.

The best man was the kind of person who knew where all the bodies were buried, so had access to a lot of resources we would never have considered. The room we were in had a bar set up at one end, with a complete bathroom and shower alongside the bar. At the other end of the room there was a large television screen showing porn movies all night. The sound had been turned off and the lights were dimmed but there was so much noise going on that no-one would have heard the sounds anyway.

As the night wore on, the best man disappeared for a bit then reappeared with a big man, and I mean big, and two women. These were the strippers. That explained why the cost seemed high, the booze we would consume would never have been that costly.

The lights flickered and the best man came out with a chair. Placing the chair in front of the TV screen, he called for the groom to present himself, which he duly did, and he sat in the chair. We waited in anticipation for a while and the best man told some rather crude jokes and stories about the groom's youth in particular.

When he was done, the big man announced "Jasmine", pressed a button on this ghetto blaster and some real high energy music started. The first of the dancers appeared, and went through her routine. She pranced around, got the groom to take bits of her clothes off, which he did with some trouble. Hard to undress a woman when you have a glass in your hand. Her tits were nice, round and firm, and her body was okay, nice shaped pubic hair, shaved to a heart. Attractive but distant. She smiled a plastic smile that lit up nothing. She was the professional, the dancer in the room, and everyone had to keep their distance. The dancer lap-danced the groom and at one point she had straddled him and was slapping his face with her tits.

Most of us were watching, but not really engaging. The smiles were the fixed leers that men are supposed to wear while watching a naked woman prance. She moved around the room and must have realized the music was coming to an end. She made a beeline back to the groom and just made it to the point where she grabbed his head and pulled it into her breasts. The music ended and she let him go, turned and almost ran to the bathroom.

The big guy swapped discs in the boom-box and announced "Jade - the dancer's dancer!" He pressed the button and within the first three bars this rather beautiful, petite young woman appeared and started dancing around the room. Not tall at all, she was well muscled, a dancer's muscles. Defined and incredibly shapely, promising tits, a waspish waist and broadened hips.

The rest of the room went relatively quiet as she started peeling layers of clothes off. For about a minute she worked her way around the room and when she got to me, she stopped, looked me in the eye and pirouetted, stepped towards me and presented her zip for me to pull down.

Never one to resist such a challenge, I took the zip in hand and did as requested. Her dress parted and she was down to a glitzy bikini with lots of sequins. She moved around the room again, and got to the groom, stopped and pulled a face at him, then bent over, backwards for him to untie the top of her very little costume. Of course, he had had too much to drink and made a mess of it.

The look of exasperation on her face was very brief as she again danced around the room. Getting to me, she again stopped, pirouetted and leaned into me, asking if I would quickly untie the cord. I did, and you could see these magnificent tits come free. She then moved on and the guy next to me said, "Man, she must like you. That's the second time she stopped at you."

"Yeah, right," I replied, "I am probably the only sober person in the room more like it. Girl like her would have seen this before, picks the non-drunk so she doesn't get into trouble."

"Nah, not the way she lookin' at you, man," he went on, "You could get real lucky there, I'm tellin' ya."

I just laughed and dismissed the idea as being silly.

Watching her move around the room, I was really engaging in a fantasy experience with her, was was every other male in the room. Petite, dark hair, I noted she had dark eyes, and an hourglass figure. Her tits were firm, even though they were now swaying in the opposite direction of her movements. Her aureoles were not overly large but well proportioned for the size of the breasts. Gyrating, she seemed lost in the sound of the music, timing her movements to the beat.

The song slowed and ended, and another started, with something slower, but the athleticism of her first dance was overwhelmed by the sensuous nature of the second. Her whole body moved, rippled with the notes. None of us would have been standing there without an erection, I certainly was.

I really felt that she was dancing for me, that is how good she was. I looked at others in the room, they were absolutely silent, watching this shimmering sexual goddess moving among us, around us. She moved from guy to guy, looking at him, making him feel special for a moment. You could see it in their eyes. Every one of them would rip what was left of her costume off and take her, there and then, in front of everyone - even the married guys. Then she came to me, and stopped, just as the music stopped.

Within seconds, another track started, this time one of raw drumbeats and strong rhythms. Looking at me, smiling the smile of someone with a secret, the dancer twirled and with one leg high seemed to levitate off the ground. Still only in a bikini bottom, she almost hit her head on the ceiling. For a little girl, she was obviously a skilled athlete. She stopped and looked at me again, and my cock knew that this was for me.

Again, I dismissed this as the fantasy of a horny male watching a topless dancer prancing around the room. She took off again, with a huge grin, then spun towards the groom. Just as she reached him, he seemed to lurch and fell off the chair. The best man was right alongside him and helped him back into the chair, but the guy was just shitfaced. Lucky he was not throwing up, I thought.

This didn't faze the dancer at all, she seemed to dance with renewed vigour, again, moving rhythmically with the pounding drums and again, back to me. She offered her hip and I noticed there was a draw string in a bow, I pulled the bow and the bikini bottom fell open, then down as she pulled the string on the other side.

I could just smell twenty cocks rising to salute this gorgeous young woman, displaying herself in her natural form. Every eye in the house was on her, as she sped around the room, keeping time with the increasing drum beats. Around she whirled, faster and faster as the music built to a crescendo and she got to me and everything stopped at once. She stopped, the music stopped, and every heart in the place stopped.

You could feel the sexual tension in the room, what was she going to do now? We had a few moments to eye this goddess. She stood proud, naked and open, drinking our adulation, slowly she turned, and faced the groom, who was, by this time, almost oblivious of her attention. The music started again and unbelievably, it was Ravel's Bolero.

We were all stunned, what was going to happen next? Whatever had been arranged, if anything, was not going to happen, the big guy just stopped the music and said loudly, "Sorry, gents, that was my music." I noticed the other girl had put on a robe, and was standing alongside him. She was about to say something to the big guy but he shook his head.

While the other guys were disappointed, it seemed pretty obvious what was going to happen, but I was actually relieved. I caught a glimpse of the petite dancer and there was a fleeting look of relief there and when she turned to look at the big guy, he just nodded. She floated off to the bathroom to the thunderous applause of the audience. As she walked passed me, she looked and winked, I swear it, she winked. All too soon she disappeared into the bathroom to dress again.

Needing to take a leak, and to get better look at this young woman, I made my way to the bathroom to wait patiently for her to come out. There was a lock on the door, so it wasn't like I could burst in on her. I got as close as I could, to make sure that there would be no-one in front of me, and to eyeball this woman. The big guy eyed me, but seemed to chill a little when I made it obvious I was only waiting patiently.

The door opened and this fully dressed woman appeared in the door frame. I moved aside to allow her to pass and the big guy looked squarely at us I felt this hand grab the front of my shirt pulling me inward. WTF? I heard the door slam and a lock being shut, I felt this pressure wrapping itself around me and pulling my head down a little. I felt these lips pressing on mine and a tongue probing at my lips. A hand snaked over my crotch, having a good feel of me.

With no idea what was actually going on, I was tempted to push her away. Being a gentleman, I accommodated her kiss - what else could I do? The hand on my cock convinced me to go with the flow. There was a tap on the door, and the big guy asked "Jade?"

"It's alright Walt, I am not going to hurt him." she said smiling.

"Um, okay, but we don't have that much time. We've gotta get back."

"I know, I won't be long," she replied.

"Well, you want to tell me what is going on then?" I asked.

"Nope, but," she reached into her bag and pulled out a pen and a card, writing on the back of it. "If you want to know, call me on this number, without fail tomorrow after 3:00. I am free tomorrow night."

"I may be busy tomorrow night," I said, a little playfully.

"You are now," she smiled, and then reached up and kissed me again. This was a promise, a real kiss that left me gasping for air. "Mmm," she said, "I've waited a long time for that." Reaching out and grabbing my dick she went on, "And I'm not going to wait much longer. You better call me, otherwise there's going to be another broken heart, lost in the wide universe."

Then she was gone, and all I had was the aroma of her, and the feel of her soft flesh pressing on my lips and her hand caressing my hardened dick in my pants.

I took her card and put it into my wallet, safest place when I keep my wallet in my front pocket. It is hard to get it out of that pocket, and my wallet never gets washed. I was intrigued now, "I've waited a long time." seems to place me at a disadvantage. Obviously she knew me, but I did not know her. Okay, work it backwards. "...a long time". This has to be former student of mine. I been teaching mainly Grade 7s, 8s and 9s in a junior high school for the last 12 years. I am now 34 and she has to be in her mid-20s, so it must be someone in my first two or three years. The grade 9s would be too old now, the Grade 8s may be better candidates, or maybe the Grade 7s. I still have class photographs and year books from then, so I am going to have to look. I finished in the bathroom and washed up, checking myself in the mirror before going back into the room.

The guy who was standing alongside me when Jade was dancing, said, "Well? You get her number?"

"What?"

"I saw her man, she grabbed you like she was gonna do you in the bathroom," he said laughingly.

"Oh, no. I think she was a former student... but I am damned if I know who."

"So, you gonna see her again?"

"Nah!" I said dismissively, "No idea where to contact her." I could feel the pimples forming on my tongue as I said it.

"Talk to the best man, he knows where she came from, be really worth your while."

"Too much like hard work. Just got rid of one wife, and I am not ready to start hunting again." I laughed.

"Yeah, know what you mean. Best thing, find some bitch you hate and buy her a house, saves a lot of fucking drama." We laughed together and continued laughing for the rest of the night. I remained without any booze, and poured my new friend home, which wasn't far from my freshly-occupied-just-moved-in-empty-but-full-of-boxes apartment. I promised I would come and visit next weekend, and we would start to scour the strip joints until we found her, but that is unlikely - something about in vino no veritas or some such.

The next morning I was intrigued by the events of the night before. I looked around the boxes I had not emptied until I found my collection of school yearbooks. I scoured the images until I was sure there was no-one there that I could link to Jade.

Perhaps I was wrong - maybe not a former student. The clock ticked to 3:00pm, and I pulled out the card, trying to decide if it was a waste of time or not. The clock ticked and I looked at the card. I remembered the kiss, the feeling of this delightful creature in my arms, her lips on mine. I reached for my cell phone and hesitated. "Ahh fuck it! You are not going to die wondering," I told myself and dialed the number.

It rang once, and she answered. "Jade," I said,

"David Jannsen," she replied. "I am very glad you called, and relieved."

"I have been telling myself not to," I told her, "I really wasn't going to."

"New Year's resolutions are like that too," she laughed, the tinkle of her laughter came through more clearly than her voice. "So have you called to ask me out to dinner then?"

"I thought we could go to a lovely little restaurant I heard about last night."

"Yes, that sounds great," she replied and gave me her address. I told her I would be there at 7:00 and she said she would be ready. "I hope you do not mind me calling you by your first name, David, but Mr. Jannsen seems, well, a little formal."

"Anyone I have watched dance as you did last night, can call me whatever they like," I said and was rewarded by that easy laughter.

"In the mean time, have you worked out who I am yet?" I could hear the smile in her voice.

"You are expecting me not to remember then?"

"I would be disappointed that perhaps I had not grown up as much as I thought I was."

"So far, then, almost stranger," I said in my best Donald Sutherland voice, "Your identity has eluded me, but I have narrowed it down to about 300 people. I will have you before the night is out!"

"Is that a promise?" She asked, and I just realised what I said. "A bet then."

The gambler in me came out so I said, "Done."

I had no idea who I was looking for, but I grabbed the first three year books I had appeared in and delved into the class photos. I found about four candidates in one book, two in another and the last book yielded seven of them. There a few more passes and I narrowed it down even further. Then I started thinking about what she said "...another broken heart, lost in the wide universe."

Most of the girls I included in these passes were - well they were not necessarily the brightest of students. Yes, yes, I know, stereotyping adolescents as airheads does not mean that they may remain an airhead as an adult - but I knew these kids once, and few of them would even make the kind of literate connection that statement makes. So let's go back, damn, I am running out of time!

As I prepared for my dinner date I started to go over the images in my mind, still not knowing who I might be looking for. Instead of the airhead patrol, I thought to look amongst the smarter kids. When I finished my shower and was dressed in something warmer than I might otherwise have chosen, I went back to the books and started again.

Within a minute I found a likely pair of candidates from my first year, but there was a problem, they were twins. Alex and Tawnee. Both girls were pretty, not tall for their age, not that well developed as Grade 7s, or 8s, but started blossoming as Grade 9s. They left to go to a high school, and I lost track of them. They both were very bright, both had large dark eyes and dark hair. Neither struck me as being dancer material, but things change I suppose.

I also found three other candidates, but dismissed them as one was too tall, one had a round face which would unlikely change, and the last had a big toothy grin that braces had not fixed when she graduated to high school.

Thinking about the differences between the girls and looking at the photos, I had real trouble picking between them, but it was one of them for sure - had to be. As I leafed through the book I found the original photos in, I recalled they won a science award of some sort in Grade 9. As winners were few and far between at that time, at that school, a rather large fuss was made of it by the school. I picked up the right yearbook and found what I was looking for.

The girls were almost identical, and if I recalled properly, there were differences easy to pick once you knew them. I had to refresh my memory rather quickly now and I studied the images closely. Then found a difference, it was all in the smile. On Alex, the top- right canine was more triangular, definitely pointy, enough to be a noticeable difference. Gotcha! Jade definitely had that same tooth. I made sure I took the year book with me.

The drive to pick Alex up was not long, but it was in a very nice part of town, rent must be costing a fortune. Thinking about what I can recall of the twins, dance was an unlikely route for either of them. I think I saw them as doctors or some other professional person, but not lawyers. Neither of them, I thought, had the sort of ruthlessness about them that they would need to become a blood-sucking lawyer.

The short drive passed quickly and I pulled up out front of this rather expensive looking 15 storey condominium. Looking at the front doors, into the lobby there were lifts and to the left of the door a call panel with a camera.

Pressing the right button, I waited and Jade responded, "Right on time, 14th floor, apartment 1409, left out the elevator." she said.

"Okay." I waved at the camera and heard the buzzer so pushed through the door and into the lobby. I waited a moment for the elevator to arrive and thought about what I would ask of her. I knew where I wanted this to go, but I wanted to tease her a bit first.

I waited by the door and I could see the lift start to move from the penthouse floor. It stopped at the fifth floor and after a few moments, started moving down again. In moments the lift made it to the ground and the doors opened. An older couple got out and smiled at me - that friendly smile given to a known person, even though I had never been there before. I took the lift up and pressed the doorbell. The door opened and a shimmering gossamer vision stood in the doorway.

"Hi," I said, stunned by this exquisite beauty in a see through top and obviously not wearing panties.

"I am glad you called, David, seriously. I really did not want to be on my own tonight."

"Yep, all I was planning to do tonight was to unpack a box or two."

"Oh?"

"Yes, after six months, it is about time that I stopped living out of a box and settled in properly. Divorce has come through, so I am officially single again."

"Oh, I see, okay, tell me - who am I?" She smiled.

"You sure you want to lose?"

"Ha! You have to get it right!"

"Alex," I was smug in my victory but tried not to show it.