Table Dancing

Jenna's hands keep sliding down the pole, her socks making her slip like a rookie on her first job. She curses under her breath and dials Veronica. When Veronica arrives, she wraps herself around the steel like she's been doing this all her life, never breaking rhythm. Jenna watches her slide down in one clean motion. Only her socks keep betraying her, the cheap nylon squeaking against chrome. Veronica peels them off, fingers brushing bare calf. "Skin grips better," she says, already unzipping her own top. Bras and panties come next until they stand in what little remains: Jenna's pale lace bra-and-panty set and Veronica's black thong bodysuit slick with heat. Jenna tries again, thighs flexing raw against the pole, and climbs a foot before Veronica cups her waist and walks her through the motion. Closer. Breath on neck. Then Veronica's body meets hers in a low grind that passes for instruction. Jenna's hands take what they want. Fingers sink into Veronica's ass, pulling the dancer's heat hard against her lap. The thong scrapes warm skin. Mouths collide. Tongues, teeth. Veronica's palms shove lace aside and knead the soft weight beneath. Jenna tugs the bodysuit down in one rough pull, pushing Veronica onto the floor. Her tongue finds wet center, circling the slick clit, then dropping lower to lap at dripping folds. Veronica arches, knees splaying wide, breath stuttering. Jenna sucks harder, fingers digging in. A sudden flood hits her chin, Veronica's squirt spraying in hot pulses across Jenna's mouth. Now on hands and knees, Jenna feels Veronica's tongue trace the soft line between her cheeks, licking the tight star while two fingers crook inside her cunt. The assault breaks into a desperate rhythm. Veronica spins around, straddling Jenna's face, riding her tongue while her own mouth drives Jenna mad below. Hips jerk. Fluids coat chins, thighs tremble, orgasm rips through both of them in hard spasms that blend into one. Veronica drops between Jenna's spread legs again. Her slick heat presses flush against Jenna's cunt. She grinds in tight circles, swollen clits sliding, tribbing faster until Jenna's belly tightens and another gush floods between them, soaking Veronica's skin in warm jets.