Professor Bloom meets a cat in heat
I'm a man of simple tastes. I like my alcohol neat, my shooters of the Doom variety, and my macaroni and cheese to have a slightly burnt top. There's nothing quite extraordinary about me, if I had to describe myself. But every Saturday night I sing at a jazz lounge, and everything mundane about the world just simply evaporates. Tonight is such a night, and I find myself backstage nursing a glass of Basil Hayden's before my set. My undone bow tie threatens to fall off from around my neck as I finish the glass. I try to keep a neat appearance, but the bar manager suggested I try a more relaxed look. Placing my hat on the stool next to me, I run the set list in my head one more time for good measure. It's about time to start, I think to myself as I brush the curtain aside and step onto the stage with the rest of the band.
The rafter lights pop on suddenly, and I make my usual bad opening jokes as the band makes their adjustments and tunes up. Finally ready to start, the first few measures of Just In Time by Eddie Fisher float through the air, and I clear my throat before belting out the words. A few songs pass and my eyes adjust to the lighting, I can see out into the crowd fairly clearly now. There are a good number of couples at tables watching, some making small talk between their drinks. My gaze passes along the back wall and my voice gets caught in my throat for a second. In the furthest corner booth, I see her. It's just a girl, but she's staring at me so intently, so focused. I can't get a good look at her clothes but her bright purple hair stands out among the black backdrop. I'm fairly certain it's my eyes playing tricks on me in the stage lighting but I could swear I see what looks like cat ears adorning her head. Readjusting myself, I swallow and continue singing, trying to focus on the music, but my eyes keep drifting back to her. She never moves, her eyes never blinking as she bores a hole into my soul with her gaze.
After what feels like an eternity, my time on stage comes to an end, and I walk backstage. Typically I'd make the rounds after a set and say hello, maybe get a free drink or a phone number from some appreciative souls, but I still see her eyes in my mind. I tell myself to shake it off, what's the worst that can happen? Stepping out from the side of the stage, I circle around the tables, making small talk. Every new table I go to, I catch myself looking at the back corner. And every new table I go to, I catch her gaze, still watching me. After getting a whiskey sour from the bar I finally make my way to the back corner.
"Hey there, my name's Bloom. I hope you enjoyed the show" I say, breaking the ice. Now that we're face to face, I get a better look at her. She's strikingly beautiful, petite, wearing a black dress and shoes, and not much else. Her purple hair tied back into a loose bun and, I make a conscious effort to not comment on them, two cat ears atop her head.
"I very much did, thank you" she replies, tracing a finger along the rim of her glass. "I've never been to a lounge like this before, I love the atmosphere here"
"It is very cozy, isn't it" I remark.
"Are there any private lounges where one might get a more... private... performance?" her eyes seem to flash as she absently chews on her straw. I don't have any intention of taking advantage of this girl, but a tour around the establishment wouldn't hurt, I think to myself.
"Would you like a personal tour? There are actually a fair number of secret rooms and corridors, this whole building was once a speakeasy"
"I can't think of anything I'd like more" she shifts her hips slightly and stands up, presenting her hand for me to take. I give a playful bow and take it, leading her to a back exit. As we walk away, I catch a quick flash of light on the leather booth seat, as if someone had spilled their drink.
A brief walking tour later, I bring her to the final room yet explored, a private lounge for VIPs. The whole time I'd been droning on about the history of the building, she was walking slightly behind me and I could practically feel her drilling a hole into my back with her eyes.
"This is the last stop on the tour, our private lounge. The whole room is soundproof and reinforced, it was used to hide the staff during raids back in the prohibition days" I state to the mostly empty room, hearing the solid thud of the door closing behind us, and a click.
"So about that private show..." the purple haired girl sashays up to me and places a hand on my chest.
"I'm very flattered, but we can't be in here too long and-" my words get cut off as she pushes me surprisingly forcefully onto the luxurious sofa.
"What I have in mind won't take long at all" she grins almost ferally as she straddles my waist. I can immediately feel a wet spot on my crotch as she grinds her hips into mine. "I've been waiting for this all night, just had to get you alone"
"Look, miss..."
"Call me Glimmy, and I'm about to light up your night" Her hands start unbuttoning my shirt, tearing off a few buttons in her lust fueled haste. I attempt to gently pick her up and off of me but she immediately presses her hips down and squeezes her legs around me.
"Don't think you're getting away that easily, mister angel voice" she whispers in my ear before nipping at my neck with surprisingly sharp teeth.
"Glimmy, please, we can't..." I protest half heartedly. I could feel my resolve fading with every touch of her lips on my skin.
"It sure feels like we can" she teases, rubbing her dripping crotch against the quickly growing tent in my slacks.
"Alright, you win" I concede, as her hair falls loosesly onto my face.
"I always do" She kisses me and it feels like somebody stuck me with a live wire.
The next thing I feel is her hands on my chest again, pushing me back onto the seat. Before I can say or do anything, my vision goes dark as she sits over my face. I can feel her dripping onto my cheek before she moves her hips down, perfectly aligning her absolutely soaked snatch with my mouth. I do my best to lick her, but she seems too entranced, her hips moving back and forth as she pulls my hair. I can hear her muffled moans from beyond her thighs on each side of my head. Not long after, I feel her shaking, and my mouth gets flooded with her taste. I expect her to get off but she keeps herself planted and tells me to open my mouth. I oblige, and feel her shaking her hips slightly, and then I feel a warm stream hit the back of my throat. Caught off guard, I end up coughing into her crotch, choking slightly as I realize she's peeing into my mouth. She forces my head in place as she finishes, thankfully it doesn't take too long. I push her off and cough, spitting up onto the ground as she watches me, smiling.
"There, now I've marked you as mine" she smirks, looking at me like a hungry animal eyes a raw steak.
"You could have just given me a hickey or something" I sputter, wiping my mouth on my sleeve.
"I'm sorry, let me make it up to you" I hear her say under hushed tones as she fumbles with my belt, pulling my pants down and rubbing me through my boxers. She drops to her knees in front of me, pulling my cock through the hole in the front and stroking it almost lovingly. I watch her as she plants a slow kiss on the head, running her tongue all along the underside and wrapping her lips around it. I give a slow sigh, it's hard to stay mad with this kind of apology. My fingers run through her hair absentmindedly, pushing her gently further along my length. I feel a new sensation, a vibration, it seems she's purring as I push her to please me. Watching her head bob back and forth, feeling her softly sucking on my cock, listening to her quiet purrs as she does her best to worship me, it all feels so... right. Time passes by slowly as Glimmy slowly works the entire length of my dick in her mouth and down her throat, swallowing around me.
"If you keep that up, I don't think I'm going to last much longer" I gasp out between breaths. Either she doesn't hear me, or she doesn't care, as she keeps massaging my cock in her throat. My hands pull on her hair as she keeps sucking on me like her life depends on it, her arms wrapping around my waist to hold me still. I can't hold on any longer and feel my balls tighten as I cum harder than ever before down her throat. She refuses to let up, swallowing nonstop as I feed her load after load. Even after I have no more to give, she keeps her arms around me, working her lips around my shaft. Overstimulated, my legs give out and I fall back onto the couch, and Glimmy falls with me, her mouth seemingly attached to my crotch as she sucks me back to a full erection.
"I hope you have some more in the tank, mister. It's time for the main event" Glimmy straddles my waist again, rubbing her dripping cunt against my sensitive but still rock hard prick.
"Give... give me a minute" I rasp, trying to catch my breath.
"Hmmm.... nope!" As soon as the words finish leaving her lips she forcefully brings her hips down, impaling herself on me. It feels like a jackhammer on my lap, she has seemingly endless energy. It's all I can do to stay sitting upright as she bounces, rocks, and grinds her hips, her soaking snatch gripping my length for dear life.
"Oh god, I've NEEDED this" Glimmy moans before wrapping her arms around my neck and squeezing me tight, her hips grinding slowly as she pushes me as far as I can fit inside her. I can feel my second wind coming, and I hook my arms under her legs, picking her up as I stand.
"Then let me be the one to give it to you" I whisper, as I pin her between a wall and myself, hammering into her relentlessly. I watch her eyes roll back slightly as she squeezes my neck in her arms, driving my cock as deep as I can with each thrust. We don't leave a single surface of the room untouched, and eventually I feel myself getting close to bursting again.
"Glimmy, I'm going to..." I pant, feeling my groin tense up again.
"Inside... inside..." she whispers, wrapping her arms and legs tight around me, her hips seemingly shifting into overdrive as she grinds into me again. I don't have the strength or time to pull her off, and I feel my cock twitch as it paints her insides white. My vision fades for just a second as I collapse on the ground, completely spent.
"That was intense..." I can barely move, looking over to see Glimmy lying next to me, smiling.
"I'd like to do this again sometime, do you do private bookings?" she giggles before kissing me.
I might have to start.
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