Andromeda's Night Club (M/F Rom)


	Armand sat at the dark corner table stirring his drink.  Although to any
passer by, he looked like a lone wolf, scoping out the joint, drinking a
vodka tonic.  In reality, however, he was sipping straight 7UP (no ice, of
course) and waiting for the moment when he would move up to his special
table.  The table with the best view.  She saved it for him.  Had a little
"Reserved" sign placed on it that made people glance over at it all night
as if to see who was special enough to have the best seat in the house
reserved for him night after night.  Granted, "Andromeda's" was the best,
most exquisite night club in town.  The only high class place that offered
Armand's type of entertainment.  He glanced at his watch.  He sighed.
Fifteen more minutes and he'd move.  He enjoyed having the close up view.
Granted, he could see the close up version any time he wanted, but never in
this format.  This was reserved for the club only.  He looked down at his
watch again.  Time to move.  He got up leaving his drink at the table.  The
waitress would meet him at the new table with a fresh drink.  

	A few minutes after he got settled at the table, the lights in the club
dimmed.  The footlights around the stage lit up a glowing blue and mist
poured from the light pits giving the stage floor a misty look.
Conversation stopped at the tables in the club.  Patrons put down their
drinks and the waiters and waitresses gathered behind the bar that ran
along the outer edge of three walls of the room.  Stars glittered on the
ceiling giving an trompe l'oeil effect that led a newcomer to believe the
club had no roof and that it was perpetually night.  The stage room, as it
was commonly known, sat in the middle of the building and it contained the
bar and numerous small, round tables that fit up to four people.  Through
doors on two sides of the room, patrons could access the dining areas.
Most nights, the dining areas were full to capacity but it was first come
first served when it came to the stage room tables.  People got there early
to eat dinner and then move to the stage room to secure a table.  Except
Armand.  He could show up anytime he wanted and he would always have "his"
table.  He turned  his attention back to the stage.

	The black velvet, silver star studded curtain at the back of the thrust
stage parted.  Unfortunately for the eager audience, nothing appeared
there.  Then, almost as if it wasn't there, Armand only heard it cause he
knew to listen for it, the sound of high heels clicking on hardwood sounded
throughout the room.  The audience held its breath.  Even those who had
been here before didn't know what to expect.  And Armand, the only one in
the room who should have known exactly what was coming, was always
pleasantly surprised.  The audience watched as a pair of long, pale,
slender legs that were attached to a surprisingly short, raven haired
beauty emerged from the blackness behind the curtain.  She stepped into the
fog that covered the stage.  Armand saw that she was wearing a short, red
raincoat, a floppy rain hat, and that she carried a red umbrella emblazoned
with silver stars.  She walked to the middle of the stage relishing the
curious and awed silence that permeated the room.

	Kitrina (Andromeda was her stage name.  Armand and her parents called her
Kit)was beautiful.  Her thick raven hair hung down to just below her
shoulders, her pale skin reflected the blue lights like moonbeams (that's
why she almost always used the blue footlights) and her eyes flashed a
spectrum of colors.  Mostly they stayed an exotic lavender color, something
Armand had never seen before he met Kit, but they ranged from black when
she was playing the seductress to green when she wanted to look innocent.
Armand bet that they were closer to black right now.  Seducing the audience
was Andromeda's pride and joy.  She had founded this restaurant on the
pretense of bringing paying customers more than they had bargained for.
She knew it was a risk.  She knew she might be branded just another strip
bar.  But she hadn't.  
	
	She stood in the center of the stage with the umbrella propped over one
shoulder.  She tossed her hair and in an almost imperceptible instant the
music started and what looked like rain poured down around the stage's
edges.  Armand recognized the song right away.  "I'm Only Happy When it
Rains."  One of her favorites.  To his knowledge, though, she'd never used
this one in a performance before.  Although there seemed to be a torrential
downpour falling from the ceiling, Armand could see her perfectly, and he
knew, she could see him just as well.  She saved the table for him because
she wanted him to be where she could see him from any angle.  He helped her
performance she said.  Gave it more reality.  Armand truly believed she
could seduce any audience without his help, however.  But he knew that she
could turn him on like no one ever had before.

	Andromeda flipped the umbrella down and twirled and used it like Fred
Astaire used to do with his tuxedo walking stick.  Finally she laid it down
on the stage and walked over to one of the two poles that protruded out of
the stage.  Armand's favorite part: the pole dancing.  She grasped it with
both hands and walked around it stopping every so often to swing her hair
and head around causing her hat to go flying.  She grasped the pole with
one leg and one arm and leaned back as far as she could go, giving Armand a
good view of what she wore underneath her skimpy rain coat.  He noticed, as
she stood back up, that her breasts pushed against the shiny material and
that there were gaps between the clasps of the coat.  She slid up and down
the pull and each time that she did, her coat slid a little further and
further up.  Finally, she let go of the pole, walked back over to where she
had dropped her umbrella, turned  her back to the area where Armand was
seated, and began to unbutton her coat.  As it fell off her shoulders, she
bent down to pick up the umbrella.  She snapped it open and twirled it so
that it covered her bikini clad body in time to the music.  Armand, and the
rest of the audience longed to get a good look at just what she was wearing
behind that umbrella.  
	
	Andromeda walked around the stage, twirling the umbrella and writhing her
body in time to the music.  As usual, Armand had to fight the urge to jump
up on the stage and rip off whatever she was wearing.  Finally, just when
he thought he couldn't take it anymore, she set the umbrella down so that
it created a type of lean-to and kneeled behind it. Only her shoulder and
head were visible behind the giant red monstrosity.  Armand knew she'd be
wearing a front-clasp bra but that didn't take away any of the fun.  She
unclasped her bra, slid it off her shoulders, and threw it over the top of
the umbrella screen.  After this many performances, her aim had gotten
quite good.  She always managed to land whatever article of clothing
directly on Armand's table.  It was their sign: I love you, make love to me
later.  She stood up again, still using the umbrella to cover what Armand
knew were perfect breasts.  Then, just when the audience thought they were
going to see all that she would show, Andromeda lifted the umbrella above
her head and showed the audience her beautiful, moonbeam body clad only in
black string bikini bottoms.

	She dropped the umbrella behind her and slowly began to walk towards the
front of the stage.  She ran her hands slowly up and down her sides,
occasionally brushing her breasts causing her nipples to grow hard.  Armand
literally thought he was going to lose it in his pants.  What he wouldn't
give to relieve himself.  No one would notice in this dark room; all their
eyes were on Andromeda.  But he couldn't.  Kit would get mad if he did.
She wanted him harder than even he thought possible and throbbing like mad
when he came to her dressing room after the show.  Armand took his mind off
himself as much as he could and then he noticed that Andromeda had hooked
her thumbs into the waist band of the underwear.  She was sliding her
thumbs back and forth, slightly pushing down on her bottoms each time that
she did.  Armand would be surprised if she took them off.  She usually
didn't.  She always said that she liked to leave a little bit to the
audiences imagination.  And although Armand had seen what was underneath
those panties plenty of times, she always had him on the edge of his seat
too.  

	The throbbing of his member was almost uncontrollable now.  He watched her
grasp the pole again and dance a forbidden dance with it.  Finally, when
she thought she had the entire audience panting with lust, she dropped to
the ground and began to crawl her way to the edge of the stage.
Simultaneously, the music faded away, the water stopped falling, and
Andromeda lay herself over her edge of the stage, face up.  She winked at
Armand who sat less than five feet from her upturned face and heaving
breasts.  The audience erupted into applause.  Although the performance
lasted less than four minutes, they felt as though they had just spent an
eternity in heaven.  Andromeda was talented.  Men and women couldn't keep
their hands off each other as they filed out the doors.  Andromeda gave
only one performance a night and only a few a week but each one left the
audience feeling hungry for something only another could provide.  Kit
stood up, turned to Armand, slowly beckoned with one finger, and then
walked away back into the shadows. 

	Armand stood up slowly, at this point not caring who noticed the tent that
had formed in his pants.  Regardless of how many times he and she did this,
it was always exhilarating.  He walked towards where the stage connected
with the wall that didn't contain the bar.  The security guard pulled away
the curtain that covered the arched doorway and Armand entered the dimly
lit hallway.  Faintly, he heard music floating his way.  "Only Happy When
it Rains" again.  As usual, she was listening to her latest performance
song.  It kept her in the mood, she said.  Right, as if she needed any
help.  He knocked gently on her door and then pushed it open.

	Kit sat at her vanity in a black sheer robe that had stars scattered
across it.  She was leaning back on two legs of her chair and had her long
legs stretched out on the top of the vanity.  Her eyes were closed and her
head was tilted back.  She was smiling.  She knew that Armand was staring
at her.  She knew he was looking at her long legs and the cleavage that
peeked out of her robe.  She knew he was wondering if she had anything on
underneath her robe.  

	Armand walked over to her and touched her cheek.  She opened her eyes and
looked into his.  He leaned down and kissed her and she slipped her tongue
into his mouth.  Their tongues danced until Armand broke their kiss.  He
leaned down and picked Kit up in his arms and carried her to the double bed
she kept in her dressing room for just this reason.  As he laid her down,
he noticed that the black underwear she had had on earlier was lying in the
corner of the room.  Kit's robe fell part way open revealing the tops of
her perfect breasts.  Armand stepped back and pealed off his shirt.  Kit
eyes flashed lavender as she gazed upon his muscular chest.  She sat up and
as she reached for his belt her robe fell all the way open.  Armand
couldn't stand it anymore.  He pushed Kit back on the bed and began to kiss
her breasts with excited fervor.  He pushed the robe away and his hands
brushed bare skin all over her body.  She had been naked underneath that
robe!  He ran his hands up and down her body all the while kissing her
breasts and lips.  Kit rubbed her hands all over his bare back and made
quiet moans of pleasure.  She loved all the attention he paid to her body.
Just having people looking at her on, but having Armand's hands on her made
her just go crazy.  She kissed him back hard and her hands fumbled with his
belt and pants.  He pushed her hands away and took off his pants himself.
He stood over her naked body wearing only boxers.  He spread her legs and
kneeled between them. Armand began to kiss the insides of Kit's thighs and
she moaned louder with delight.  He kissed up closer to her center and just
when she could feel the warmth of his breath on her entrance, he began to
kiss down the other leg.  Over and over again he teased her until she
couldn't stand it anymore.

	Armand contemplated what he wanted to do next.  He knew she was just on
the edge of cumming and he knew that he was about to burst out of his
underwear.  So, he decided to compromise.  He stopped kissing her which
brought about a slight glare from Kit's flashing eyes.  He stripped off his
boxers and that brought a smile to her face.  Once again he knelt between
her legs.  Kit didn't really know what to expect.  Armand always surprised
her.  He began to kiss her legs again only this time he would occasionally
flick his tongue out to lick her skin.  Closer and closer he moved toward
her center and Kit could feel her excitement building up inside of her.
Finally, she felt his warm breath on her and then he flicked his tongue out
and ran it between her legs.  That was all it took.  She began to orgasm
right then and there. But before she could fully realize what was
happening, he pushed forward and entered her.  She screamed in passion.

	Armand grunted.  Oh god, she felt so good.  Warm and soft and just tight
enough to make him even harder.  He grabbed at the sheets on either side of
Kit's head.  He pistoned in and out of her wanting to vary his speed but
not able to because he was so turned on.

	Kit rode the waves of her orgasm even higher.  Every time Armand pushed
into her, he brushed her G-spot causing her to scream in ecstasy.  She came
again and she bit into Armand's shoulder.  The fact that she could turn a
man on this much was an even bigger turn on for her.  It made this all the
better.  

	Armand could tell she was enjoying herself and he wanted to continue.  But
Kit had done too good of a job tonight.  He couldn't hold himself much
longer.  Then, just as he felt her cum again, he let himself go.  A wave of
pure pleasure swept over him and then he collapsed onto her.  After a brief
period of motionless, Kit began to rub his back.  Both of them couldn't
wait to get home where they would do this all over again.  Kit had to do
things like close down the registers and check on all the cleaning.  While
she did that, Armand would think about what he could do to make her feel
even better once they got home.  But first, he thought, he would ask for a
blow job.  Kit gave the best ones in the world.  He looked down into her
smiling face and wondered how he ever wound up with this amazingly
beautiful and talented woman.  He kissed her lips and she hugged him tight.
 Simultaneously they whispered, "I love you."