It was an unassuming building in downtown Jacksonville.  The overhead sign flickered in the darkness, its illuminated characters glowing in the humid Carolina night.  Private Jax, barely twenty, had just returned from deployment.  His buzzed head and broad shoulders left no mistake that he was a Marine amid the locals and off-duty sailors.  He opened the door to a dimly lit bar, the air thick with chatter, clinking glasses and the low thump of a dance beat.  It smelled of cheap perfume, smoke, and spilled beer; a far cry from the sand and sweat of the Middle East, but exactly what he needed.

Jax paid his cover and went in.  he was dressed in blue jeans and a button-down shirt that clung to his fit body, toned from numerous PT sessions.  He looked around, a typical bar, booths, tables, men shooting pool, and beautiful women in short skirts.  What wasn’t typical was how the women were weaving between patrons, their smiles practiced but inviting.  Their outfits similar in many ways, short skirts and skimpy tops. 

“Hi,” a small-framed Filipino lady appeared in front of him, “You buy me drinkee?”

He’d heard about these types of places, buy a girl a drink, that gets you her company. The more you buy, the more you get. Maybe.  That was up to the girl.  It was not a game he was interested in playing. 

He turned to leave, but his buddy, Pvt. Dean stopped him, “Let’s check it out, O.K.?”

The lady who had first appeared took Dean’s hand and led him to a booth.  Another hostess approached.  Mei had sleek black hair that cascaded to her waist; her eyes were lined, dark and alluring; and her red silk dress clung to her curves like a second skin.  Her frame was petite, but she had just enough curves to slow you down.

“Hey, Hunny,” she purred in her accent. She leaned in close enough for him to smell jasmine mixed with something earthier.  “First time?  You look like you need company.”

Jax grinned, his grey eyes meeting hers. “Guilty. I’m Jax. I guess I’ll hang out for a bit.” 

Mei flagged the bartender, ordering two drinks without breaking eye contact.  She led him to the same booth Dean was in, then slid in next to him, her thigh brushing his as she crossed her legs.  They talked closely to overcome the music without shouting. She talked about growing up in the Philippines before moving stateside, but he dodged questions about his last deployment.  Her laugh was light, not the practiced laugh for display, but genuine.  Jax felt a spark as she traced the rim of her glass.  He ordered another round, wanting to keep the conversation going, and she placed his hand on her knee beneath the table.

Mei tugged his hand, “Want to dance?”

“Sure, but I have to warn you, I tend to get a little dirty.”  Jax rose with a smile as interest sparked in Mei’s eyes.

The dance floor was small, placed in the center of the room, and not many people occupied the space.  Dancers performed on a nearby stage adjacent to the bar.  Mei pressed against him, her ass nestling into his crotch as the song picked up pace.  Jax’s hands found her waist, pulling her closer, feeling the heat of her body through the thin fabric. Mei turned, facing him, her breasts brushing against his chest as she gyrated her hips.

The dancing turned filthy fast. She arched her back, grinding her pussy against his thigh; the friction made her bite her lip.  Jax felt himself getting hard, his half-hard cock pressing into him as she slid down, her face inches from his bulge, then rose with a teasing drag of her body.

“You like that?” she whispered, nibbling his earlobe.

Her hands roamed his chest, nails scraping lightly, while his hands gripped her ass, squeezing firmly.  The bar’s rules blurred; personal permission meant many things, and nothing was being withheld. Mei’s breath quickened, her nipples hardened against the silk.  She spun again, backing into him harder, her skirt riding up to expose the lace thing underneath.  Jax thrust forward, instinctively, his erection pressing against the hot dampness beneath her thong as she bounced to the rhythm.  Mei gasped, pushing back, her body trembling with desire.

“Fuck, you’re making me wet,” she moaned into his neck, turning her head to capture his lips in an awkward kiss, tongues tangling with the taste of alcohol.

Fueled by alcohol and sexuality, they continued to dance, their moves getting naughtier, their touches getting bolder.  Mei’s eyes were glazed with anticipation, her pussy throbbing as she ground against him.  He gyrated his hips, sliding down her body, dropping to his knees, and lying all the way back to the floor.  Mei followed him, wiggling over him as he went down, straddling his face as he lay on the floor; her hips moving in rhythm, her hand on his head.  Her excited pussy was close enough for him to feel the heat and smell her essence.  She worked her way back to her feet, and he followed suit.

A small crowd had gathered to watch their display.  They made it back to their feet amid a ruckus of hoots and applause as the song ended.  She grabbed his wrist, pulling him toward their seat. She slid in, breathless and horny.

“Can I have the next dance?” the girl who had first approached them looked past Dean, waiting for an answer.

Mei shot her a look that instantly silenced her.  She took Jax’s hand and slipped it under her skirt, placing his hand between her thighs, fingers against clit under the damp fabric.  He easily slid the panties aside to dip his fingers in the slick wetness that waited.

“Look what you’ve done to me,” she cooed, desiring his full attention.  Jax smiled in approval.  “Would you like me to make you breakfast?”

Jax wasn’t sure if that was some sort of code, but he was interested either way. “That would be nice.”

She exchanged a look with the bartender and stood abruptly.  “My place. Now. I can’t wait anymore.” Jax followed without question.  Dean gave him a knowing look.

The short cab ride was a blur as she rubbed his cock through his pants, giving his girth a gentle squeeze, as his length strained for release.  Her apartment was cramped, but clean, with soft sheets on the bed and incense burning in the corner.  Mei swung the door closed; desire overtook will.  She pushed Jax against the door, landing a hungry kiss on his lips before dropping to her knees.

“I knew you were different the second you walked in.  But that dance. Oh, that dance got me going,” she said, yanking down his zipper and freeing his cock from its restraints. 

She licked from base to tip, swirling her tongue around the head before taking him deep, her throat relaxed as he pushed against it.  Jax groaned, his fingers tangled in her black hair, guiding her, controlling her rhythm.  She took him as deep as she could, gagging softly but not stopping.  She pulled on his hips, urging him to fuck her mouth as she looked at him, eyes watering.

“God, your mouth is perfect,” he rasped, pulling out as she licked at his shaft. 

Mei stood, stripping off her dress in one fluid motion.  Her small, perky tits bounced free, dark nipples hard with desire, her mound trimmed cleanly, displaying her glistening folds.  She pushed him onto the bed, climbing up to straddle his face again.

“Finish what you started on the dance floor,” she pleaded.

Jax dove in, tongue lapping at her pussy, parting her lips to suck her clit.  He held her hips as he licked and sucked her clit, occasionally dipping his tongue inside her to swallow her juices.  Mei rocked against his mouth, grinding against his face and chin, her moans filled the room as he entered her with two fingers, rubbing her g-spot as he continued to suck on her clit.  She came hard, bucking against him erratically, her rhythm broken, as she flooded his with her tangy sweetness.

As her orgasm began to subside, she turned around and dropped forward, taking his cock into her mouth again in the sixty-nine position.  He gently lapped at her swollen and dripping pussy as she took him deeper into her throat than before.  He held her ass and sucked hard on her clit as his hips bucked, his orgasm about to explode.  Mei held him tight in her mouth and swallowed around him as he unloaded six months of pent-up cum straight down her throat.

He was still recovering as she slid down his body, impaling herself on his cock in reverse cowgirl.  Her ass jiggled as she rode him, her muscles spasming on his cock.  Jax squeezed her ass in small circles, bouncing her with increased vigor, then reached around to rub her clit as she leaned back, her orgasm building quickly.  She drove him deeper, screaming his name as her orgasm crashed down on her, her pussy clenching involuntarily.  Jax sat up, pushing her onto all fours as he entered from behind.  She continued to moan as her climax did not release her. He pounded into her, balls slapping against her clit with each thrust.  Her pussy took him in an iron grip as she was swept with wave after wave of another orgasm.  Jax responded with his own moan as he erupted inside her, her pussy not releasing him.

They collapsed onto the bed, but only briefly.  They finished the night indulging their every desire.  Jax came twice more, Mei lost count, but he stayed hard for her, letting her ride fast or slow.  By dawn, she had drained him dry, their bodies a mix of sweat and cum.

“Stay for breakfast,” she invited, already planning the next round.