Summary:   The Ophelia Theatre Presents the very first ‘Chippendale’ dancers, featuring Adam and Joe Cartwright; who star in their own private dances later that night.  A second story written for the 2016 Bonanza Brand R-Rated 10th Anniversary Writing Challenge (aka the ‘Dirty Word’ Challenge)

Rating:  MA  (2,900 words)

THIS STORY IS SEXUALLY EXPLICIT, and intended for mature readers only!  If you are easily offended, please do not continue to the story.

Negotiation Series:

Lessons in the Art of Negotiations
The Ophelia Theatre Presents

Author’s note:  In my first draft posted in the Forums, I kept my muse reined in.  Based on reviews received, I edited this story and let my muse totally have her ‘porny’ way.

This story begged to be written after posting a response to a comment made by one of the members in the 10th Anniversary R Forum Literary Challenge.

The Ophelia Theatre Presents…  Private Dancer

The crowd, in all their finery, fanned themselves as they awaited the start of the program. Excitement permeated San Francisco’s elite, ever since the first poster graced the Ophelia Theatre the month before. The ladies tittered as they never would have dared while attending a church social.

“What’s good for the goose is good for the gander is what Papa always said,” Maggie coyly stated. Unable to believe she had a seat at a table in the front row, she opened her reticule and proceeded to recount the dollars it contained.

“About time the tables were turned in our favor,” Annie whispered, her fingers lingering over the image contained within the program; envisioning herself as the nymph draped across the settee with the two men in attendance.

“I can’t believe we got these seats,” Laurie called, sliding into hers.

“Can you believe that some women actually go upstairs, afterwards,” Suzette breathily dared suggest.

Sitting near the four women, ‘Just breathe, that’s what you really came for,’ sighed Jasmine.

The venue quieted as the lights dimmed. A mournful melody echoed throughout the entertainment hall as the curtain rose revealing a night-time scene of cattle on the range painted on the backdrop. Startled by a wolf howling, the women looked nervously left and right before facing the stage once more.

From both sides, cowboys in long dusters sauntered out across ‘the plains’ to gather around a campfire. The jingle of spurs accentuated the softening music.

A hat tossed here and another tossed there preceded the gushing ooh’s and ah’s. With a crescendo, the cowboys ripped open their dusters and tossed them aside. Chests gleamed above hard planked abdomens. Whether covered with hair or bare, each chest was well-developed with muscles rippling as the men danced in rhythm to the music.

Fanning themselves faster, eyes widened at the vision to behold; Adam and Joe Cartwright were the only two wearing chaps, thumbs hooked over leather, hips gyrating, sent the crowd into a frenzy. The contrasting colors of their chaps and trousers deliberately drew the ladies’ attention to each man’s crotch.

To the surprise of some in the audience, the show was not restricted to the stage. The male dancers meandered through the crowd, pressing their pride as close  as one would allow. A pelvis thrust forward here and another there, accepted the bills slipped into pockets or waist bands.  No one heard the puddling thuds as two seats in the middle of the room were now bereft of their occupants as dancers’ hands lingered near, but never quite touched.

Feminine hands splayed across the chests of the men as they neared, the owner wishing it were the flesh of a Cartwright they were touching while craving to be lucky enough feel one of the brothers pressed up close.  One women dared hike her skirt and extend a knee which was gently ridden by the closest dancer.  In the heat of the moment, one or two women groped their breasts, while a few others squirmed on their seats.

Much too soon, the cowboys retreated to the stage, the curtain fell, and the room was once again fully illuminated. As the audience departed they wondered if any of their fellow attendees would make their way to the back stairs and to the second floor.

*****

With his hands against the wall, Little Joe Cartwright entrapped the golden-haired young woman who’d beckoned him from the doorway.

“Sorry about being all sweaty, miss. Hazards of the job.” Iridescent green eyes teased at her nervousness.

“That’s all right. I understand. You…were fantastic,” she gushed.

“I know.” Toying with a lock of her hair, moving it to behind her ear. “You know, good girls don’t come back stage.”

“I’m not good, nor am I a girl.” Clutching the buckle of Joe’s chaps, she pulled him close.

Looking down, he noticed her blouse, the top three buttons unfastened, giving him ample view of her well-endowed cleavage, “I can see that. By the way, what’s your name?”

“Jasmine.”

“No wonder I’m so heady, Jasmine turns me on.”

Her hands slipped lower. Leaning close, his member throbbed at her touch.

Giving his best roguish smile, “Why don’t you join me in my private room?” She nodded.

“Come along.” Taking her hand, Joe acknowledged the bouncer standing at the foot of the staircase. The man’s only job was to prevent any unescorted female from gaining entrance to the third floor, where the Cartwright brothers had bedrooms away from the Ponderosa.

*****

The room befitted the man. Dark mahogany panels adorned the walls. A large hutch and buffet with a fully stocked bar stood opposite the window.  But the centerpiece of the room was the tall four-poster bed. The rich quilts and plentiful pillows greeted the woman who accompanied Adam Cartwright upstairs.

Wrapping an arm around her waist, his lips pressed against the flesh beneath her jaw. “I didn’t see you in the crowd tonight.” Her height didn’t require him to bend down too far. With his tongue lavishing her pulse point, he was thankful she’d worn her hair up so he didn’t have to move it aside.

“I watched from a private balcony seat.”  Leaning her head back, she delighted as Adam slipped one button after another of her richly embroidered bodice from its fastening, the front of her gown slowly gaped open. “You have no idea how difficult it was to sit still and just watch your performance.” Her knees practically buckled from Adam’s long, hard draw she knew would leave the dark-red mark of a love bite perfectly visible along her elegant neck; his own private brand.

Her body tingled in anticipation, her nipples peaked hard. His hand slipped between her gown and her chemise, taking firm hold of a breast. “Did you orgasm?” he teased, brown eyes sparkled in excitement.

Gasping, “I’ve been on the cusp. Oh, Adam, I’m yours,” she pleaded.

“I know.”

Hands furiously divested each other of what clothes they still wore. With his member already hard, Adam didn’t waste time carrying Minuet to the bed, the wall was closer.

Restraining her hands above her head, Adam’s mouth demanded entrance to hers, tongues exploding in a passionate kiss, driving both to breathlessness. Keeping a grip of her wrists with one hand, Adam took hold of a breast, lifting it to his mouth, suckling on as much of the luscious orb as he possibly could.   LIke a lollipop, Adam toyed her flesh, licking the sides before taking it with his mouth to suckle once more.

“Adam, please.’ Her body writhed, to which he relinquished hold of her hands.

Wasting no moment, Minuet took hold of Adam’s firm shaft, encompassing the organ while running her hand up and down its full length, the heated friction made him harder.

“Ooh,” Adam breathily exhaled.  Slipping two fingers past the covering of her womanhood and into her moist opening; he knew she was beyond ready. Minuet’s legs wrapped around his hips, and she pleaded for more as he rammed her deep, over and over.

Only partially satiated, Adam carried his lover to his bed where he laid on his back, allowing her to impale herself on his stiff member.  Well practiced in the art of negotiations, the two achieved a highly gratifying climax.  Straining, Adam grabbed her ass, his hips rose and his seed spewed forth, his shaft pulsing in her hot, wet core. Still hard and hungry for more, he massaged the tips of her swaying globes into pert peaks, all the while she cried out his name.

*****

Removing his spurs and boots, a devilish smile spread across Joe’s face, “Sounds like Adam’s getting some tonight.”

“Did he teach you all you know?” Turning away from the sounds next door, Jasmine  watched him unbuckle the legs of his chaps before taking hold of the most important one. Moments later, leather was on the floor of the room decorated similarly to Joe’s room at home. Only this room contained his private collection of mementos from his show nights.  Far away from the prying eyes of his father, Joe relished each hair ribbon hanging from the horseshoe rack on the wall.  But within the chest of drawers, were his most cherished souvenirs — the garters.

“No, but he made sure I had a good teacher.”

“And just what did she teach you?”

“That you need to be comfortable, and to do that, more than three buttons of your blouse should be unfastened.” Jasmine swatted away Joe’s hands when he reach forward.

“Let me.” Slowly and seductively, Jasmine unfastened each tiny button then slipped the garment past a shoulder and then the other.  Seeing Joe’s eyebrows rise, asking if that was all he was to see, she tormented him by inching her blouse open, before releasing it to fall to the floor behind her and then kicking it aside.

“That corset doesn’t look comfortable at all.”  Stepping to her back, Joe untied the monstrosity. His lips at her ear, “Don’t know why ladies feel the need to wear these.”

“Oh, we’re just keeping ‘up’,” her hands lifted her breasts once they were finally freed, “with the times.”

“Allow me.” While looking over her shoulder, Joe reached around and began to untie the ribbon that held the front of her camisole closed. Not that he couldn’t help it, but Joe made sure his wrists teased her nipples into firm peaks poking into the flimsy covering she wore.

Moving to Jasmine’s front, Joe removed her garment; appreciating the rise of her breasts as her arms obediently rose. Unable to resist, Joe’s mouth took possession of her flesh, eliciting a loud gasp, she reached for his shoulders.

Hands slipped to the small of her back where he began to unfasten her skirt; it and her slip pooled on the floor. Admiring her slim waist and rounded hips, Joe lifted Jasmine and carried her to his bed.  The rich red cover and sheet were already turned down.

Sitting there, Jasmine watched as Joe lowered the lantern wick, causing it to cast a soft glow about the room before he returned to unfasten her garters. Removing a stocking, he trailed kisses along her leg as he went. Ultimately suckling a toe, he eyed her devilishly once more. Before beginning again with her other leg, Joe placed feather-lite, chaste kisses on the tips of her nipples. Jasmine fought to sit still, the sensual draw of Joe’s actions left her feeling moist between her legs.

“Now, these short pantaloons must go as well.” Lying her back, Joe untied the string, opening the panel before slipping them past her hips and off her legs.  Joe eyed her womanhood, wanting to ram himself hard and deep.

His thoughts interrupted when Jasmine teasingly cried, “But you’re still wearing pants.”

Holding out his arms in supplication, “Guess you’ll have to rectify that.”

Slipping from the bed, fervent hands worked the buttons of his fly, before shimmying the trousers past his slim hips, revealing his jutting erection.

“You’re not wearing any manly unmentionables,” her voice turned coy.  Looking up from where she knelt on the floor, her eyes spoke otherwise.

Proudly placing his hands on his hips, “Nope.” His voice rose an octave once Jasmine’s lips took hold of his shaft, her tongue licking its head. With hands on her shoulders, he thrust his pelvis forward. Her tongue lavished him while taking more of his length into her mouth.  He trembled, “Oh God, you’re good,” was all he could manage as his balls tightened, causing him to thrust again and again.

Sitting back on her heels and swallowing, “I had a good teacher too.”  Jasmine wiped a finger along her lips before licking off any remaining residue.

Joe’s eyebrows rose in appreciation.

“I lived with my aunt, who was a madam. I was never allowed.”  Her eyes lowered, afraid of his reaction to her revelation.

“You’re a virgin?” Hand to her chin, he lifted her face to look into his shimmering green eyes, hoping she understood his anticipation as he helped her to her feet.

“Not in the truest sense of the word, I learned all about sex from Aunt Lilly’s girls. They would talk in such detail of how they pleased men, and what it was like for them. They even taught me how I could pleasure a man by practicing on a banana.”

“Did they teach you how to pleasure yourself?”

The light blush on her cheeks gave him his answer.

“You seem quite young to be so adventurous.”

“I’ll be twenty-one my next birthday.” Never taking her eyes from his, “Lilah May was here a few weeks back and said you should be my first.”

“Then the first thing you should know, tonight is not about sex.  It’s about the sensuousness of making love.  That a man and a woman can both experience pleasure.  It’s not just what you can do for me, but also, what I can do for you.”

In more ways than one, this blonde-haired beauty reminded him of his first night with Lilah May.  From her aunt’s girls, Jasmine had learned about how to please a man, but really knew nothing about what was in store for her.

Positions constantly changed over the course of the next hour as hands and tongues roamed.  Joe smothered her with all the attention he could, yet tried to keep control over his own body as her hands explored. Remembering his own lessons, he took it slow and made sure he gave her everything he could, save one.  More than once Jasmine brought him to the cusp, and still he fought it.  He wanted her to be positively sure, because there was no going back once he breached her.

Due to Joe’s compassion, Jasmine experienced for the first time the joys of a man’s hands traveling her person; ravished the thrill of an oral orgasm, even though it reduced her to whimpers.  She hadn’t really believed the girls when they told her how a man could use his tongue to elicit such a reaction.  But now that she knew, she wanted more.   Wrapping her legs around Joe, she refused to let go as he buried his face.

*****

They lay entwined, her hand enticed his shaft to come alive and play again. As good as the night had been so far, she wondered if Joe would actually fulfill her most ardent desire.

“And just what did you have in mind?” Joe grabbed her tight buttocks.

Leaning forward, brushing her nipples across his lips, “There’s more to tonight.”

“Are you sure?”

Biting her lip, she nodded.  “I’ve given you everything else, take my virginity.”

Being flipped to her back, Jasmine watched Joe settle between her legs and play with himself, rousing his member to grow bigger than before.

“You said you played with yourself, well so can men.”  Taking his shaft in hand, he positioned it to her opening, and drew her knees up.  He pushed. Moistness from all their foreplay allowed him to easily slide past her first barrier, but he knew he needed to penetrate farther to give her the rush of a full ride.

Rising above her, his hands on either side of her shoulders, “It will only hurt for a moment,” Joe whispered as he drove deep, breaching her virginity, causing her to cry out.

Jasmine wasn’t the first virgin he’d deflowered with consent, but she was the most skilled he’d ever met.  If he managed to bring a young lady to this point, he’d have to coax them into relaxing before continuing.  Unfortunately, some changed their minds, crying “No!” and pushing him away.  When it happened he fully retreated, allowing them to dress and leave his room.  But with Jasmine, her legs widened and hips rose, encouraging him to continue.  Thrusting in and out, Joe murmured for her to move with him; slowly at first but more fevered as their sexual drives took over. Knowing it would take longer for Jasmine to climax, he held himself, waiting until the right time.  Like a firecracker going off in the night-time sky, Jasmine pushed up, crying out Joe’s name.  Her core rippled in sensations she had never imagined.  Joe’s shaft pulsed deep inside, driving her to maddening heights before she collapsed to lay limply on the bed.

It was after midnight before she opened her eyes wide in astonishment.  “I heard you were quite the stud.”  She toyed with his nipple.  “I want to ride you like a cowboy.”

He smiled.  “A cowboy, eh?” Holding her tight, he rolled so he was now on his back.  Pushing Jasmine upright, she straddled him.

“You need to get this mustang,” he pointed to his growing erection, “into your chute.”  Moments later, “Hold on, this bronc’s gonna bust.”

~The End

A/N:  Minuet and Lilah May are characters from my story Lessons in the Art of Negotiations.

Using the same words as my Lessons story.

nymph, bite, you, orgasm, that, at, excite, their, can, ram, out, sweaty, me, erect, we, ***** (guess this word was really dirty, so it was replaced with slide), your, big, crotch, some, feel, crave, his

Tags: Adam Cartwright, Joe / Little Joe Cartwright,