Cleo and I started dating, seriously dating, within days of our first hook up. Cleo lived across the hallway from my apartment, so picking her up was as simple as walking across the hall and tapping on her door.

Cleo was Asian in ethnicity, tall and slender, with an olive complexion and brown oval eyes that simply perfected her charm and sex appeal. Her jet-black hair reached down to the small of her back. She had a slender frame, but she was not skinny. While at home and alone, she rarely sported anything more than a thigh-length t-shirt and panties, but whenever we went out, she lied to dress for maximum eye appeal. She was definitely a head-turner, yet she did not think she was anything special, a self-effacing humility trait that I came to admire over time.

Not long after we started dating, I decided to take Chloe to a comedy club. The club had a small bar in the back and the venue had rows of barstools and a rose decorated table-top around which was situated four chairs.

Chloe was sporting a very sexy above-the-knee, black leather skirt, with a side cut that showed off her long slender legs and a good portion of her thigh when she sat down. She sported six-inch stiletto heels and a white button-down blouse. She casually left the top two buttons unbuttoned, which allowed a small sneak peek at her cleavage, tucked neatly away in a white lace pushup bra. Her jet-black hair hung lazily across her shoulders. A little perfume and she was – oh my God! so very sexy.

We took up a seat at the comedy club about three-quarters of the way back in the venue and I ordered us some snacks and drinks. We chatted about my day as the club began to fill with patrons. A small murmur of idle chat filled the room as more and more people filed in. The two seats at our table remain empty until just before the show started when two guys took up residence in the seats.

Chloe placed her hand on the inside of my thigh and pressed in close to me.

“I think they’re gay,” Chloe whispered as she nodded her head at one of the two guys at our table.

Her declaration kind of surprised me because it was the first time she had made mention of an alternative lifestyle choice and while I was not offended, it really didn’t matter to me if the guys were gay or not, because I was not going to be bedding either one.

“Probably,” I replied. I would later learn that being gay was not openly welcomed in the Asian culture, although that seems to be changing with time.

The lights in the club dimmed and a fat bald guy stepped out on the small stage. I was thinking, 'This certainly cannot be a comedian. He did not look funny in the least bit.' I was relieved when he said he was simply the club operator and that the real comedian would be out shortly.

I ordered Chloe and me a second round of Tequila Sunrises.

The club operator decided to play some videos that could be seen on large screens behind the stage, as a sort of prequel to the main event. One of the videos mentioned that the club had an after-hours, adult only, cabaret-styled show every Friday night. I told Chloe we should try and make it and she nodded her head in agreement.

We were both well into our second round of drinks when the show finally got started. The lights in the club went out, and the only light was a spotlight on the stage. A middle-aged female comedian, appeared on the stage, casually dressed in a flower-print sundress.

“I’m here like all of you, to have some fun,” she said. “It’s what we call in my house, the ‘get out of the house night because I don’t want to cook, and I want to get drunk and get fucked up’ night.”

Some guy in the front row yelled out, “Tell it like it is!”

The comedian did not miss a beat.

“Dude, chill, we’re not even to first base and you’re already heading to second, so put a hold on it, while I get warned up. Do you want my panties now or later?”

The crowd laughed.

Female comedians know how to get to the point real fast. She asked for the house lights to be brought up and launched herself into the audience. The first guy she approached, she rubbed his bald head, while his female accompaniment sat next to him. She looked at her and said, “I love bald men. Bald men love me. My pussy is bald, so I can relate.”

The guy said something none of us could hear and the comedian placed her hand over her mouth and then said into the microphone, “OH my God! She is your sister? What happened to you?”

The compendia than approached another guy, sitting with what appeared to be his wife and she asked, “Is she your sister?”

The crowd howled in laughter. The comedian then asked the very nicely dressed lady, probably in her thirties, if she thought she might “get lucky later in the evening.” The patron blushed as she looked at her husband, who did not say a word. The comedian took the lady patron’s hand and said, “I want you to meet my friend over here, his name is Joe, he’s a little on the follicle challenged side, but he’s free tonight and he is sooooo sexy! Never mind his friend, that’s his sister. We’ll work on her later.”

The comedian continued to work her way through the crowd, as patrons laughed at her crowd poking humor. Suddenly, she looked in our direction. I felt a knot in the pit of my stomach. She made a beeline in our direction, but as she passed, I felt a sense of relief overcome me. Then suddenly, I was bathed in the warm glow of the spotlight as the comedian dropped her arms over my shoulders and on to my chest. She leaned and whispered in my ear and into the microphone, and asked: “Is your date available after the show?”

I looked at Chloe and she was shaking her head back and forth feverishly.

The comedian dug in her fingertips, bunching up my shirt on the process.

“Dude,” she said, “You are so hot. I need you to percolate my morning coffee.”

The crowd laughed. Chloe cupped her hands over her mouth.

“Dude,” The comedian continued, “I think your girlfriend just climaxed.”

Chloe was still shaking her head back and forth. The comedian looked over at Chloe and proffered a wink. The comedian circled the table and stood right in front of Chloe.

“Girl,” said the comedian as the spotlight bathed the two of them in the bright light, “You are too damn cute.”

Chloe blushed and mouthed a “thanks.”

The comedian reached out and took hold of Chloe’s hands and pulled her off the barstool.

“Seriously!” the comedian remarked. “You’re too damn cute.”

The comedian pulled Chloe forward and guided her to a spot in front of me.

“Stand right here,” the comedian instructed.

She then turned and refocused on me, hands on her hips.

“Spread ‘em,” she instructed.

I parted my knees slightly and the comedian pulled them farther apart. She took Chloe’s hand and repositioned her between my parted legs, spinning her around and pushing her backward and on to my lap. She then reached out and took my hands and pulled them around Chloe’s waist.

“We’ll check back on y’all in a bit,” the comedian remarked, quickly shifting her focus to another patron.

Chloe leaned back and whispered in my ear.

“Don’t move, I am not wearing any panties.”

At first I was not for sure if I had heard her correctly. Then she aggressively pushed her buttocks against my lap, wiggling her ass cheeks back and forth, as she peered over her shoulder at me, to gauge my reaction. I slipped my hands up under her short skirt. Holy Cow! She was really commando, big time!

Old Pete now stood at full attention. Chloe reached behind her and felt the bulge that had formed in my trousers. As she squeezed my manhood, she smiled and proffered a wink at me.

“Behave!” I politely scolded, as she continued to massage my tool through the fabric of my trousers, shrouded by her skirt, which provided a perfect cover. There was a mirror on a support pole right next to us, so I could very easily see the two of us in the reflection of the mirror.

Chloe’s persistence worried me. I just knew that at any moment, someone would approach us and tell us to take it somewhere else, or worse yet, the spotlight would find its way back to our little corner of the club. Somehow, Chloe managed to find a way to release my cock from its confined space. The warmth of her hand on my tool was exhilarating, to say the least.

Chloe’s bare ass was now pressing against my exposed cock. Oh my God! She devilishly pushed her bare ass against my erection and turned to look over her shoulder at me. Her smile and trademark wink practically melted me.

I leaned forward, pulling her long black hair to the side and gently kissed the back of her neck. I dropped my hands to her abdomen as she lowered her head. She grabbed my hands in hers and held them in place, in front of her, as she pressed her sweet ass into my lap and up against my erection, gently rocking her hips back and forth, side to side.

“You’re going to cause a big mess,” I whispered, “Behave.”

“I can’t behave,” Chloe replied, looking back over her shoulder at me.

Chloe’s ass was perfectly positioned for my cock to fit right between her butt cheeks. It was not, however, the optimum position to do much more than getting a good bump and grind.

I warned Chloe a second time that if she did not stop, I could not be responsible for any messes that might occur. Chloe was not going to stop. It was as if she was simply enjoying the tease.

I launched myself off the barstool and grabbing Chloe’s hand, I pulled her towards the exit as she cried out, “But the show is not over.”

The show was just getting started as far as I was concerned. I saw a small alcove with chairs around a table and a couch positioned against the wall. It was in a very dark and unlit part of the club and it was unoccupied. I pulled Chloe into the alcove. I slid on to the couch and Chloe followed, taking up a station beside me. I reached over and pulled her on to my lap, facing me, her knees straddling my hips. She looked down at me and smiled.

“You’re crazy,” she said, as I worked my cock out of my pants.

“You started this,” I said. She lifted just enough to make the accommodation for my manhood.

As I slipped my cock into her dripping wet vagina, she placed both of her hands on my shoulders, trembling. She bit down on her lower lip and then she lowered her head and began to slowly rock back and forth on my manhood. It would not take long for either of us to orgasm. As soon as I shot my load, she closed her eyes and tightened her grip on my shoulders, her entire body convulsing.

“You are freaking awesome!” I exclaimed as the cum dripped out of her pussy and on to the base of my cock.

“You’re crazy,” Chloe shot back, grabbing napkins off the table to clean things up.

“You started it,” I shot back.

Chloe smiled as she wiped my sum from her pussy.

“Yeah, I guess I did,” she shot back, “I had it coming.”

I chuckled at the double meaning of her response.

Doing what we did in public was risky, very risky, but I guess that was part of the fun of the experience, not knowing if we might get caught. It would not be the last time that we adventured into such activities and in fact, it was that high risk danger of being caught that drove us to do the same thing over and over again, until one day, we got caught. That’s a story for another day.