<div class="floatleft">(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l530/WyldeSK/constance_zpsbe8df73d.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Constance Meadows</span></span><br/>Location: Dallas-Fort Worth Airport Sheraton - Room 1569<br/>Tags: All<br/><br/>Connie was quick with an answer. "Well, I guess I can start. That way the you two can get an idea of how the game's played. But first things first, since Paige is down to four right now, and fair's fair..." The stewardess peeled off her jacket and cravat, and followed that up with her stockings - black nylons - hiking her skirt up enough to give a good glimpse of her milky thighs before settling the skirt back into its original position. Standing for a second, she stretched up her arms, locked her hands to crack her knuckles, and set back down with her feet bent back behind her knees.<br/><br/>"OK - the good thing about working for an airline is that you get to see a lot of interesting places. Like for instance this one night, I'm in Prague with nothing to do until the next morning, so I decide to throw on my little black dress and explore the town. Two hours and three bars later, I'm leafing through the little magazine they give you at the hotel for something interesting and I stumble upon this category called sex clubs. So I'm thinking What the Hell is that and curiosity being an effective cat-killer and all, I go hire this taxi, show him the first address on the list, and after one really creepy smile, off we go.<br/><br/>"At first I didn't think too much of it. The place looked more like your standard large-scale strip bar than anything else. There's flashing lights and cigarette smoke in the air and they're playing this oversyncopated techno music with the bass turned up. There are like five stages with girls on them dancing around poles in various stages on the way to naked. Each one's got a handful of businessman-types holding out scrunched up bills to stick in their g-string or figure out some other way to get their thrills while losing their money. But their attention isn't really there. Everyone seems to be watching center stage. Hell, the dancing girls are busier watching center stage at this point.<br/><br/>"At first, I don't know why. It's hard to see what's going on past the crowd that's gathered around it. But the stage's elevated, so I soon get the picture. She's a pretty tolerable looking redhead - green eyes, sweet smile - and I like seeing a girl smile when she dances, nice curvy ass, probably a D-cup but a well-proportioned one. At this point she's almost done I guess - she's peeling off her panties to show just enough fire there to prove that the drapes match the curtains. I mean yeah, she's hot, but I still don't see what the huge fuss is about.<br/><br/>"Then she sees<em>me</em>. And she gives me this look like a lioness spotting a juicy gazelle. And she does one of these." Constance crooked her finger back and forth in the international gesture of come hither. "Well I don't know what to think of this, but she seems to want it, and the crowd's really enthusiastic, and like I said, she's a looker, so, like usual, I think What the Hell You Only Live Once and start heading over. The crowd really likes this, so with a roar, they lift me overhead and pass me over like it's a mosh pit, dumping me unceremoniously on the stage. She gives me a hand and lifts me up and says,<em>I'm Nadia.</em>So I say<em>I'm Connie</em>and she says<em>Dance.</em>So I start stepping and she gets behind me and takes my hips, instructs me<em>Like this</em>and starts them swaying to the beat. Fortunately I'm a quick learner.<br/><br/>"The crowd's now screaming and suddenly I'm feeling a little chill down my back. It takes me about a second to realize this is because Nadia's unzipped my LBD and is proceeding to work it down off my shoulders. Which, when you think of it, isn't all that surprising. What did I think would happen, right? Down the arms over the tummy, around the hips, and onto the floor it goes. Constance used this opportunity to trace the imaginary dress's path off her body with her fingers, to give some better mental imagery and a preview of what was to come both for the story and for the night ahead of the trio. "I step out and as she kisses me hard, whoosh, off it goes into the crowd - a souvenir for a lucky fan. Or maybe two or three the way they were fighting for it. I'm still dancing and her hands are all over me now and apparently I'm enjoying it because my nipples are two compasses pointing true north behind my bra - black satin if you're interested - and my matching panties are more moist than the German chocolate cake at Lindor's. Part of me's thinking<em>Whoa I'm in too deep!</em>and the rest is just screaming<em>Deeper deeper!</em><br/><br/>"Nadia's kissing the back of my neck and undoing my bra now. Off it goes into the crowd. At this point, you can't even hear the music above them. She gives me the temporary courtesy of a hand bra, but there ain't no hiding the fact that she's enjoying her trot around second, all the while grinding her D-Cups into my bare back for effect. We turn and fondle for a bit, engage in some connect four, and maybe a little more light kissing and touching for the crowd's benefit. I'm now getting into the swing of things, and again, her hands are all over - face, neck, hips, boobs, ass, thighs..." The stewardess sighs at the memory. "But I knew where this was all going, she knew where it was all going, the crowd knew, you guys probably know, and soon enough - there she is with her hands on my panties. I face with my back away from most of the throng, and down they go. Once again, they're off into the audience, and I turn around. There you are. American pussy. Yay - show's over. Hope you had your fun.<br/><br/>"But I'm wrong. Because she doesn't come back up.<br/><br/>"She<br/><br/>"Doesn't<br/><br/>"Come<br/><br/>"Back<br/><br/>"Up.<br/><br/>"Nope. She stays down there. And buries her face in deep. And gets to work with her tongue. And now I know what this is really about. Because as I collapse like a bowl of jelly into the floor, the crowd, which if you remember was just screaming at the top of its collective lungs seconds ago is now dead silent. The music's off. The only thing you can hear is me. And believe me, I am giving them their money's worth. Nadia obviously knows what's she's doing. She hits every spot with pinpoint precision. My clit never had it so good. Me, all I can do is scream OHGOD and OHFUCK in every combination possible. My only hope when I die is that the Almighty remembers that sex is one of his greatest inventions and what I was screaming was meant as a compliment to His fine work. I will never be able to fake it with anyone in that club that night because they heard the real thing loud and clear. I might be able to say the same thing for the entire city.<br/><br/>"It felt like Nadia was working me over for two years but in reality I probably reached climax in a minute or so. Not my finest hour on that point, but I think everyone will forgive me. She raised me back to my feet, to the accompaniment of thunderous applause, and we head back to the dressing room. Obviously I've got nothing to wear at this point but she's got an overcoat, which, while kinda kinky would get the job done until I'm back at the hotel. I try and thank her but she just puts her fingers to my lips and says<em>Next time. You come here. <strong>You</strong> eat <strong>me</strong>.</em><br/><br/>"Now I'm really looking forward to my next flight to Prague."<br/><br/>Leaning back against the couch, Connie waited a moment and leaned back on the couch, the smile to end all smiles gracing her face. "OK. There it is. What's the verdict? Bull or Bare?"