I love the feel of hot strobe lights dancing on my naked flesh. The barer the better, I always say, and lately that motto has gotten me into some pretty hot situations.

I’m a professional party-goer. In New York, especially on the club circuit, that’s the best job to have. Club owners pay me to attend parties and openings. I get to meet different kinds of people, learn the latest trends and fashions, and show myself off. That’s what I like to do best.

Ever since I started working out, my self-image has improved greatly. I’m tall, with waist-length russet hair — that’s what my hairdresser calls it, anyway. I’ve got great measurements and an exotic, pretty look. Lots of guys come on to me, and I love all the attention. At the health club I often wear the tightest workout clothes to show off my form. Since it’s a coed gym, there’s always some young stud around to appreciate my firm young body.

Last week I was doing some leg lifts on a machine. I was on my tummy and was pulling the weights up with my calves. This exercise is great for my ass and my legs. While groaning away, I noticed this beautiful specimen of the male species watching me intently. I decided to really give him something to think about, so as I lifted the weight bar, I pressed my crotch into the padded bench beneath me. This caused a delicious friction in my cunt.

My ass was undulating to the rhythm of my pumping, and I closed my eyes and imagined Mr. Muscles fucking me doggy-style. I was really getting into my fantasy, and the pressure in my pussy was building up. With one last thrust and lift, I climaxed. Yeah! Right there on the bench! I looked up and saw Mr. Muscles licking his lips. There was a huge bulge that did the dude justice, and I smiled triumphantly. I picked up my towel and wiped the perspiration off my face. Although I had just had a great orgasm, I needed more, and Mr. Muscles was going to give it to me.

As I passed him, he smiled and said, “Great workout, huh?”

“Well, it could have been more satisfying — maybe if I had a little help?” I coyly answered. With a wave of my hand, I headed for the women’s locker room. I made sure that my ass was in full view, and before I turned down the corridor, I spun my head around and gave Mr. Muscles my most inviting smile.

It was closing time and most people had left already, so there was no one else in the locker room. I left the door open a bit — I knew he’d be there in a flash. As I opened my locker to get my shampoo and soap, I heard a faint noise outside the door.

Glancing to one side, I saw his bulky silhouette, and I knew that it was show time. I removed my sweaty outfit, and that left me in my bra and panties. I faced the full-length mirror in my locker and began to caress myself. I played with my full breasts and tweaked my nipples; they immediately came to attention. My eyes shone as I moved my hands lower and lower — one moving softly on my tummy and one already on my crotch. I was soaked. Slipping my hand into my panties, I moaned and rubbed my hot flesh.

I looked up into the mirror and saw my muscle man in the doorway. He was stroking his hard-on through his sweats. He smiled and motioned for me to go ahead with my actions — I caressed myself harder. The nub of my clitoris was swollen and throbbing, and I rubbed my index finger right on it for some direct stimulation. My body stood proud and flushed and I turned to my audience of one.

“Please, I need your hot cock,” I said. I was so wet and wanting. He was upon me in a flash, and I held him to me. He had a wonderful body, and I felt the contours of his perfect muscles under his sweats. “Take it off,” I pleaded, and in no time Mr. Muscles and I were naked.

There was a bench just beside my locker, and it brought to mind my earlier fantasy. I bent over so that my hands rested on the bench and my cunt swayed upward invitingly. He gripped my waist and thrust his cock deep inside me. It was like getting fucked with a club, and I screamed with joy as he thrust into me again and again. I pushed back against him as he held me tight.

Waves of fire engulfed my pussy, and Mr. Muscles was grunting uncontrollably. He grabbed one of my ass-cheeks and kneaded the taut flesh as he continued pumping. Suddenly he slapped my butt. I cried out. I told him to do it again, and he spanked me harder. Now my ass was just as hot as my cunt. I was shaking and moaning by now, and my beautiful lover just kept up a steady rhythm.

I knew that one more slap and thrust would send me over the edge, and in the middle of my frenzy I came so hard that even the muscles in my feet shuddered. Mr. Muscles just kept on going, but I knew that he was about to lose it also. A few more grunts and I actually felt him swell up more inside me. It was incredible! Just as I took one hand off the bench and placed it on his sweaty balls, he flipped, shooting a load of come deep inside my pussy.

When we came down from our incredible high, I turned to him and said, “Thanks, dude!” Then I ran for the showers. He told me to meet him the next day at the same time. I mumbled a reply and said I was in a rush.

I dressed at the health club. It was an outrageous outfit that left nothing to the imagination. The top was more like a bra, and the skirt was a tight little thing. Garters had been sewn into the hem, so I attached a pair of stockings to them. I wore no underwear. On my feet were sexy black pumps. I was exhilarated from sex with Mr. Muscles and ready for another adventure.

I hopped into a cab and made it over to the nightclub in no time. It turned out to be a great place — dark, decorated and very inviting. The walls shook with the vibrations of loud music. The people were really something! They were either bopping wildly, talking to whoever was next to them or jumping on top of the large bar to dance. My friend Stash grabbed me and led me to the bar to get a drink. “This club is totally happening,” he shouted.

The dance floor was jammed, and it looked as if all of New York’s night people had come there to party. When we got to the bar, I ordered the drinks. Stash sipped at his and smiled. “You know, you’d look real great dancing on the bar. Much better than the girl up there now.” I turned and checked the girl out.

She was pretty, but I knew I was prettier and could dance more sexily. Stash knew that I liked to show off — there were a few times that I’d teased a hard-on out of him. I didn’t need any more encouragement, so I pulled myself up on top of the bar.

A few people shouted their approval as I started to sway and hop to the music. I looked down at the smiling face of the hottest female I had ever seen. She was looking at me with pure adulation. Inspired by her, I gyrated faster and faster and then turned around and bent over to give the audience a glimpse of my ass and pussy. The crowd roared, and I became hot and wet. My body undulated to the rhythm of the music, and then I turned around to face my admirers, the hot-looking chick included.

I put my hand under my short skirt and played with my clitoris. She clapped hard in response. There I was, pumping my pussy while at least one hundred people watched! Finally I came to my senses and hopped down off the bar.

When I returned to my drink, a soft voice whispered in my ear. “Hi, I’m Sofie. I’d love to lick your pretty pussy. Interested?” I turned, and there she was. My female admirer was even more beautiful up close, and I felt a rush of heat on my cunt. “Follow me,” I said.

Together we walked to the ladies’ room. Sofie was right behind me as I entered a stall. The throbbing music and my dancing had made this chick hot. I grabbed her. I melted when her lips touched mine. She sighed, and her hand went down to my wet pussy. “Lick it,” I told her, “lick it nice.” I sat on the toilet seat, and Sofie knelt before me in a worshipful position.

My skirt was already hiked up for easy access, and she dove right in. Pure pleasure rippled through my body as her tongue hit my center. I bucked toward her hot, wet mouth, knowing that I was going to come quickly. I ran my hands through her long curly hair. She looked up at me and said, “You have such a beautiful cunt, no wonder you like to show it off.” I just pushed her head down again in reply.

A few more licks and a couple of strokes from her fingers and I was coming like crazy. It was all I could do to keep from screaming. We both stopped panting after a few moments, and Sofie asked me if I would like to come home with her. I straightened my clothes and smiled at her. “Would you like me to dance for you?” I asked. We ran out of the club and into the night. I had a performance to give.