Lets talk about the Stripper Hook-Up In Taipei. He wanted to smack himself for ever agreeing to hit the clubs today. Did he actually think things would be any different?
The night clubbing scene in Taipei, Taiwan is just as crowded and loud as anywhere else. Not that he’s been clubbing anywhere else outside of the country. But when you’re nursing a broken heart, quiet and relaxing are a better option.
If only he could say no to his colleague’s invitation. It’s his birthday, and he’s celebrating it in one of the more upscale clubs in the Xinyi District in Taipei. It is also one of the rare chances that the entire software development team goes out as one unit.
Most of the time, they clock in, work, and clock out.
So, here they are.
“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 than it already was. “Nah”, he replied with as much nonchalance he could muster.
No need to give them ammunition to tease him. The guys in the team weren’t actually warming up to Hachi, because she was the hot cheerleader to his geeky self. Yes, the classic “beauty and the nerd” story.
He can’t even remember how he got into a relationship with her, but the guys have maintained the theory that she was merely using him to boost her ego. Whether that is true or not is no longer important. She already broke up with him a couple of weeks ago – via text.
Oh yes, very smooth and mature. Well, enough of that.
What’s another year or two without a girlfriend for a software engineer, anyway?
Just when he thought the day could not get any more boring, he saw her.
Dressed in what could have been snatches of gold-coloured fabrics that covered parts of her body that society thinks should be hidden, but not, and shaking her sexy ass to the upbeat music.
There was so much skin exposed, which is not exactly rare in Taiwan but not that common either. Even before she turned around, he knew his day had just become interesting.
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.
Just 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 excited to explore Taiwan’s club scene. And the first time is simply heart-pumping.
She lucked out with the disco club she picked – elegant interiors, sophisticated lighting, fancy drinks menu, and dance music that makes you move effortlessly.
What is even better is that the men are so well-dressed, she could have been watching a runway show. The big bonus is that they flocked to her like ants to sugar, and they have perfected the art of subtle touching.
In her line of business, which is stripping, touching is an expensive commodity and being able to enjoy 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.
And, oh boy, was she right about that 101%. Because when she turned around to hit the dance floor, she saw what she will categorise as her prey for the day.
She 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 like to run her hands through his hair and hold on to it as they explore their sexual attraction.
There was something sizzling between the two of them and she wanted to take it further.
Giselle joined the crush of bodies on the dance floor, stepped right in front of a guy, and used his body to seduce her prey.
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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 can blame him. Because he was sporting one too. He wanted to shift in his seat to feel hard comfortably, if there’s such a thing, but the other guys around the booth might notice.
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 can play the game too.
“Where are you going?”
He didn’t even realise he was up on his feet or noticed who threw 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 deep into the club, and she followed him with her eyes while she continued her sensual dance.
He knew there was a small cavern in the eastern section of the club leading to private booths. He found it while he was searching for the restroom. It can be the perfect nook for some nookie.
He didn’t want to think he was overly hopeful, but everything about her said she wants to play. Well, so did he. And someone else wants to play too, he just needs to find out if she can handle it.
He didn’t have to wait long before he saw her reflection on the glass panels he was facing.
Her eyes were at a level above his shoulder and she watched his reflection as she moved closer. Even before he felt her heat reach him or her breasts crush against his back, he knew she was the perfect height.
Giselle felt his breath hitch when she crushed herself against his back and she planted her palms flat on his chest.
Unlike a majority of Asian guys, he was ripped with enough muscles on his chest and with veins visible on his exposed forearms.
And, unlike other men in the club, he was wearing 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 earlobes. “I want to know whose name to scream as you pound me hard and make me come.”
She heard him say in a hoarse yet strong voice that hit her down to her very core. If he touches her, he will know just how wet he made her with only a single word. She can only imagine what will happen to her if he says something more.
It was seductive and painfully arousing, this game they were playing. He’ll be damned if he let her have all the fun.
He heard her gasp when he suddenly turned around and switched their positions. He pushed her against the glass, while 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 as to whose pussy this belongs to”.
“G,” she replied breathlessly while she tried to wriggle so his hand would be exactly where she wants it to be. “Just call me G.”
Sheng clamped on her crotch when she tried to manipulate his hands in place, showing her who the boss is. Fuck! She’s naked underneath, wet, and drenched even. He can barely process anything else, much less care that people are walking up and down the darkened hallway they are in.
All he sees is her. All he feels is her. And he wants 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 with one grabbing a handful of his hair.
“I wonder what you would taste like if I eat your pussy,” he whispered.
She whimpered in response as she rubbed against his hands.
“I wonder how you will feel like inside my mouth”, she whispered in return, gripping his hair tighter as if she’s holding on for dear life.
She can feel her orgasm building up as the teasing movements of his fingers become harder. He was alternating 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 will 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.
She gasped with the loss of his fingers. When she looked at him she realised 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 and there he knew he found her. The one who can 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 was telling him something else. He grabbed both her wrists and placed them above her head, while he rubbed his arousal between her spread legs.
She continued to stare daggers at him even when he noticed a blush creeping up her cheeks. She may be angry, but she’s also aroused.
Her knees almost buckled when she heard the sound of a zipper amidst the deafening bass in the background. She can’t believe how focused and attuned she was with everything that Sheng’s doing. Please, please, please, she chanted in her hand.
She will forgive him for playing with her if he would just fuck her.
Jesus, she said that aloud?
She raised pleading eyes to him. “Sheng,” she whispered softly.
Just one word and he can only think of one thing – in.
They both groaned when he finally pushed himself inside her. Right to the hilt, this sex position was 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.
She looked into his eyes as he pushed and pulled in and out of her, each one harder than the last. Every pull feels like a tug in her soul, every push a memory that will mark her for life.
Their breathing became harder, shorter.
Sheng grounded his hips against her, enjoying how she pants with every move. When he felt her clench around him, he slammed his mouth against her in time to catch her moan in his mouth as she reached climax.
He gave it one last push and joined her falling off the edge, their tongues tangling with reckless abandon.
When the pounding heat subsided and their hearts beat back to a normal pace, Giselle untangled herself from him and made an effort to right herself.
“I want to get to know you more.” She heard Sheng speak.
She looked at him long and hard, memorising his face. As much as she wants to get to know him back, she has 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.
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. And he was not about to let her go just yet. What she doesn’t know is that he wanted her like he never wanted anything in his life. It was an unforgettable sexual and spiritual experience.
He also wanted more of what they shared.
What else does she not know? He can track her down and bring her to heel.
If she becomes his obsession, then so be it.
I will make you come crawling back to me G, he thought with a smile.