EXTRACT FOR
No Rules
(Author Unknown)

      Tracy wasn't sure what to expect in the VIP area, but what she discovered was a casual upscale version of the strip club. A tall elegant model-thin blond was dancing on a small round stage only a couple of feet off the floor, the music was low enough to actually carry on a conversation, and the couches and easy chairs were filling up with men, a couple of women accompanying them, and for everyone else there was a pretty girl to sit beside them, provide conversation and an occasional dance. 

      "I don't see anyone getting lap dances, I thought that was what went on in the VIP area," Tracy said. Scott glanced at her. "That's what you said last night."

      Tyrell laughed and pointed to another archway toward the rear of the room. "Lap dances are in there. I have to ask though, are you curious?"

      "Not that curious," Tracy said. "Don't go thinking I'm wild and crazy just because I got wild and crazy last night."

      "But you looked so very good doing it," Tyrell said, smiling broadly, his very white teeth in stark contrast to his dark black face, staring straight into her eyes in a way that she needed to excuse herself, pleading a trip to the ladies room.

      Scott was well in his cups, and considering Tyrell had looked into his deal made Scott suspect he should not lie to the man, that would be a bad way to start a business deal. Tyrell didn't want to talk about business, he wanted to talk about Tracy. 

      "I know what Tracy said, what's the real story, Scott?"

      "She laid it out pretty much the way it started," Scott said.

      "So tell me, how does a shy, quiet wife end up stripping like a pro on my stage in less than a week?"

      Scott didn't ask Tyrell's interest in Tracy, he wasn't at that point of reasoning. He saw a double opportunity??"a chance to be honest, and to brag. "To tell the truth she started out on this trip that way, but her husband told her there were no rules this week, she could do what she wanted, and with permission, with her knowing my wife had my permission, and it wasn't that hard to let things run their course."

      "So you're hitting it," Tyrell laughed.

      "Hitting it hard," Scott said. "I found out she's an adrenaline junkie, gets off on new things, pushing beyond her old limits."

      "Like stripping last night." 

      "Oh hell yeah, she may be coy about it today but she was in a zone last night," Scott said.

      "She did look good up there. I was thinking about seeing if I could get her to work here for a few days," Tyrell said.

      Scott laughed, the drinks making it louder than usual. "Hell man, if you want her to do it all I really have to do is tell her. I convinced her to let me own her for the week, and I'd see that she is able to get off on all sorts of new, hot, sexy experiences."

      "And she went for it?" Tyrell asked. 

      "Sure did. You have to keep in mind her husband was the only person that had ever fucked her until this week. She's like, 'wow, how long has this shit been going on."

      

      ***

      

      Tracy knew she had drunk too much. She splashed water in her face, got a bottled water from the bathroom attendant, and sat down on the couch for several minutes while she drank it. She sobered up a bit and realized she had to reapply her make-up now.

      

***

      

      "So it's like the girl discovered fucking other people this week?"

      "Exactly. Hell, she was so hot last night that we went back to the resort and started drinking more, and she ended up fucking that guy who was with us last night while I fucked that tall brunette wife of his."

      "Damn," Tyrell said, realizing that this was going to be easier than he would have ever dreamed. However, he didn't want anything going on with Tracy on Scott's say so.

      He saw Sloane, a busty readhead, a true red head ??" she left a little tuft on her pubis to prove it, come into the VIP area, alone. He motioned her over and introduced her to Scott. She stepped to the VIP bar for a refresh on her drink and to bring another to Scott.

      "You have any strings on Tracy?" Tyrell said. "I mean you shared her last night."

      "Not really," Scott said, "I guess I'm more or less trying to make sure she has a good time."

      "How about you having a good time too?"

      "I always do that," Scott grinned. Sloane was approaching. 

      "Tell you what I'd like for you to do," Tyrell said. "I'd appreciate it a personal favor."

      Scott was not so drunk that he was barely able to still focus on his deal and keeping this guy happy. 

      "I want you to take Sloane here back into the VIP lap dance area and enjoy a couple of dances on me. Then I'd like for you to help Miss Sloane get home, she's going off shift as soon as your dances are through, will you do that for me?"

      "Sure, as soon as Tracy?"

      "Nah, Scott," Tyrell said, "I want to hang with Tracy a little while longer, and I'll be sure she gets back to her room safely. I guarantee it. I'll tell her you weren't feeling well and I told you I'd get her home."

      Scott saw through it??"but then Tyrell wasn't trying to disguise it. Why not? He would now have a marker on his deal with the key man, he had a beautiful redhead to keep him company, and like he had told Tyrell, he had no strings on Tracy. "OK," Scott said. 

      "Outstanding," Tyrell said, pulling Sloane over to him and whispering in her ear. She nodded, took Scott by his left hand. 

      Scott turned to Tyrell, extended his right hand. "Thanks for the meal and the dance to come, Tyrell." He held Tyrell's hand and pulled, getting closer to Tyrell and telling him. "Just so you know, Tracy has a black cock fantasy and has never had a chance for a brother to hit on her."

      "Thank you, Scott. You have a good evening now."