The Stripper Hook-Up in Taipei
Engineer and Stripper Hook-Up – He wanted to smack himself for ever agreeing to hit the clubs today. Did he actually think things would be different? The night clubbing scene in Taipei, Taiwan, is as crowded and loud as anywhere else. He hasn’t been clubbing outside the country, but when nursing a broken heart, quiet and relaxing are better options.
If only he could have said no to his colleague’s invitation. It’s his birthday, and he’s celebrating it in one of the upscale clubs in the Xinyi District in Taipei. It’s also one of the rare chances the entire software development team goes out as a unit. Most of the time, they clock in, work, and clock out.
The Unexpected Encounter
“Sheng, is Hachi coming?”
Yes, rub it in Kuan-lin, why don’t you? He wanted to scream that out loud, but that would have been more pathetic. “Nah,” he replied with as much nonchalance as he could muster.
No need to give them ammunition to tease him. The guys weren’t warming up to Hachi because she was the hot cheerleader to his geeky self. The classic “beauty and the nerd” story. He can’t even remember how he got into a relationship with her, but the guys believe she used him to boost her ego. Whether true or not, it’s no longer important. She broke up with him a couple of weeks ago – via text.
Oh yes, very smooth and mature. Enough of that. What’s another year or two without a girlfriend for a software engineer, anyway? Just when he thought the day couldn’t get more boring, he saw her.
Dressed in snatches of gold-colored fabrics covering parts of her body society thinks should be hidden, but not, and shaking her sexy ass to the upbeat music. There was so much skin exposed, which isn’t rare in Taiwan but not that common either. Even before she turned around, he knew his day had just become interesting.
Giselle’s Adventure
Going on holiday is a rare treat for Giselle. But it’s true what they say, you can take the girl out of a strip club, but you can’t take the strip club out of the girl. After a couple of days sightseeing in Taiwan, she was dying to peel off her sensible outfit, put on a sexy number, and dance. She’s not excited to go back to Australia just yet, but she’s thrilled to explore Taiwan’s club scene. And the first time is simply exhilarating.
She lucked out with the disco club she picked – elegant interiors, sophisticated lighting, a fancy drinks menu, and dance music that makes you move effortlessly. What’s even better is that the men are so well-dressed, she could be watching a runway show. The big bonus is they flocked to her like ants to sugar, and they have perfected the art of subtle touching.
The Allure of Touch
In her line of business, which is stripping, touching is an expensive commodity, and enjoying that freely without feeling harassed is simply arousing to the senses. She also knows she will experience more if she moves around and separates herself from the group of men she just met and joined with.
Oh boy, was she right about that as her prey for the day. She had just hit the motherload.
Seated right across her line of vision was one sexy Asian male with curly hair. Even from that distance, she knew how soft it would feel to run her hands through his hair and hold on to it as they explored their sexual attraction. There was something sizzling between the two of them, and she wanted to take it further.
The Dance Floor Seduction
Giselle joined the crush of bodies on the dance floor, stepping right in front of a guy, and used his body to seduce her prey. The music pulsed, the lights flickered, and the atmosphere was electric. She moved with grace and intention, making sure her movements were noticeable to the curly-haired stranger. Each step, each sway of her hips, was a calculated move to draw him in.
The Magnetic Pull
He couldn’t take his eyes off her. The sight of her dancing, her confidence, and the allure of her barely-there outfit captivated him. He felt a magnetic pull, something he hadn’t felt in a long time. Despite the noise, the crowd, and the chaos around him, she was the only thing in focus.
An Inevitable Meeting
As the night progressed, the distance between them shortened. She danced her way closer, and he found himself drifting towards her. The chemistry was undeniable. When they finally met on the dance floor, it felt like a moment suspended in time. They moved in sync, bodies close but not touching, letting the anticipation build.
Engineer and Stripper Hook-Up
A Stripper Hook-Up In Taipei
Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!
He stopped counting how many times he said that in his head because he knew, deep down in his gut, that she was dancing for him. If the guy she was rubbing against was having a hard-on, no one could blame him. He was sporting one too. He wanted to shift in his seat to feel comfortable, if that was even possible, but the other guys around the booth might notice.
Holy hell!
He watched in fascination and ever-growing arousal as she swayed her hips to the beat without breaking eye contact. Every glide and swing she made was sex on the dance floor. Seductive and suggestive. Sheng wanted to be that guy she was dancing with, and he wanted to show her he could play the game too.
“Where are you going?”
He didn’t even realize he was on his feet or notice who asked the question. He just knew he needed to make room for her to come to him or him to her. Thankfully, no one tried to stop him. He continued to watch her as he moved deeper into the club, and she followed him with her eyes while she continued her sensual dance.
The Perfect Nook
He knew there was a small cavern in the eastern section of the club leading to private booths. He found it while searching for the restroom. It could be the perfect nook for some nookie. He didn’t want to think he was overly hopeful, but everything about her said she wanted to play. Well, so did he. And someone else wanted to play too; he just needed to find out if she could handle it.
He didn’t have to wait long before he saw her reflection on the glass panels he was facing. Her eyes were level with his shoulder, and she watched his reflection as she moved closer. Even before he felt her heat reach him or her breasts press against his back, he knew she was the perfect height.
The Seduction Begins
Giselle felt his breath hitch when she pressed herself against his back and planted her palms flat on his chest. Unlike a majority of Asian guys, he was ripped with enough muscles on his chest and veins visible on his exposed forearms. Unlike other men in the club, he wore a dress shirt with the ends rolled up right below his elbows. Not too formal or too casual. She liked that. She liked that a lot.
She raked her long fingernails up his chest and down his flat abs, stopping just above his belt area. “Tell me your name,” she whispered close to his ear and flicked her tongue against his earlobe. “I want to know whose name to scream as you pound me hard and make me come.”
“Sheng.”
She heard him say in a hoarse yet strong voice that hit her down to her very core. If he touched her, he would know just how wet he made her with only a single word. She could only imagine what would happen if he said more.
The Power Shift
He heard her gasp when he suddenly turned around and switched their positions. He pushed her against the glass, his hands gripping her hips against his hard arousal. “Tell me your name,” he mimicked her as one of his hands slowly moved between her legs. “I want to know whose pussy this belongs to.”
“G,” she replied breathlessly while she tried to wriggle so his hand would be exactly where she wanted it. “Just call me G.”
Sheng clamped on her crotch when she tried to manipulate his hands in place, showing her who the boss was. Fuck! She was naked underneath, wet, and drenched. He could barely process anything else, much less care that people were walking up and down the darkened hallway they were in.
All he saw was her. All he felt was her. And he wanted more.
He watched desire cloud her ocean-blue eyes as he parted her slick folds and slipped a finger into her tight pussy. He lowered his head close to her ears as he felt her hands climb up his shoulders, one grabbing a handful of his hair.
The Tease
“I wonder what you would taste like if I ate your pussy,” he whispered.
She whimpered in response, rubbing against his hand. “I wonder how you would feel inside my mouth,” she whispered back, gripping his hair tighter as if holding on for dear life.
She could feel her orgasm building as his teasing fingers moved harder. He alternated between rubbing his palm and fingers against her clit every time he withdrew his finger. She knew what he was doing. He was showing her what he would do if he replaced his finger with his cock. She shivered in anticipation as she felt climax brewing on the surface, and then – he stopped.
The Withholding
She gasped at the loss of his fingers. When she looked at him, she realized he was doing something else entirely. He was withholding. Sheng grinned widely when he felt the sting of the slap she gave him. Right then, he knew he had found her. The one who could let his dark side come out and play.
He pushed her back against the glass walls and was almost sorry when she winced in pain, except that her death glare told him something else. He grabbed both her wrists and placed them above her head while rubbing his arousal between her spread legs.
The Ultimate Control
She continued to stare daggers at him even when he noticed a blush creeping up her cheeks. She might be angry, but she was also aroused. Her knees almost buckled when she heard the sound of a zipper amidst the deafening bass in the background. She couldn’t believe how focused and attuned she was to everything Sheng was doing. Please, please, please, she chanted in her head.
She would forgive him for playing with her if he would just fuck her.
“Please what?”
Jesus, she said that aloud?
She raised pleading eyes to him. “Sheng,” she whispered softly.
Just one word, and he could only think of one thing – in.
They both groaned when he finally pushed himself inside her. Right to the hilt, this sex position turned him into her very own g-spot sex toy providing perfect amounts of pleasure.
It was the most wonderful feeling in the world. She wanted to moan, scream, writhe, and beg some more, but she didn’t want to lose eye contact.
The Final Climax
She looked into his eyes as he pushed and pulled in and out of her, each thrust harder than the last. Every pull felt like a tug on her soul, every push a memory that would mark her for life. Their breathing became harder, shorter. Sheng ground his hips against her, enjoying how she panted with every move. When he felt her clench around him, he slammed his mouth against hers, catching her moan as she climaxed.
The Final Push
He gave it one last push and joined her in falling off the edge, their tongues tangling with reckless abandon.
When the pounding heat subsided and their hearts returned to a normal pace, Giselle untangled herself from him and made an effort to compose herself.
The Aftermath
“I want to get to know you more,” Sheng said.
She looked at him long and hard, memorizing his face. As much as she wanted to get to know him, she had to fly back to Australia by the end of the week. Back to the strip club where she belonged.
What happened was nothing more than an unforgettable highlight of her holiday.
“Goodbye, Sheng,” she replied with a smile and tried her best to make her legs move and walk away.
The Unforgettable Experience
Sheng watched her as she sashayed through the crowd and out the main door of the club.
To say the experience was soul-stripping was an understatement. He was not about to let her go just yet. What she didn’t know was that he wanted her like he had never wanted anything in his life. It was an unforgettable sexual and spiritual experience.
He also wanted more of what they shared.
The Obsession
What else did she not know? He could track her down and bring her to heel.
If she became his obsession, then so be it.
I will make you come crawling back to me, G, he thought with a smile.
The End
Sheng stood there, watching the vibrant energy of the club fade into the background. His mind was solely focused on Giselle. The memory of their encounter lingered in his thoughts, a tantalizing blend of passion and connection. He knew this was not the end but rather the beginning of an intense and consuming desire. The night had left an indelible mark on him, one that he was determined to pursue to its fullest.
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