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Is that what all lap dances are like?
Who: Hermione Granger, James Kirk, guest appearances by Leonard McCoy and Alice Ayres
When: After Jim leaves McCoy with Alice
Where: The Strip Place
What: Jim buys Mione a lap dance
Rating: High
Status: Complete


Hermione was bright pink as she stepped into the club and looked around. She really didn’t know what she was doing here, or why she agreed to this. Lap Dance? Well, women were beautiful, and Hermione could absolutely appreciate the beauty in the female form... this was more for Jim than it was for her. So she thought.

She caught sight of her husband at the bar, and walked quickly over to him, trying not to let her eyes or her mind wander too much. “Hi,” she said, giving him a grin. She was a little breathless as she sidled up to the bar. She wondered if they were going to ID her or kick her out because she wasn’t twenty-one.

Jim grinned when he saw her, putting an arm around her shoulder before some guys started to get the wrong idea. She was his, and sharing was limited to lapdances, damn it.

"Hey, you got here quick!"

“How could I not?” Hermione asked, going up on her toes to steal a quick kiss from his lips. He smelled and tasted like beer. (She also hadn’t noticed at all the guys checking her out on the way in.) “...you sounded so happy, I mean.” She went a little pink. Not that she was excited about a lap dance. Cough.

Jim just grinned wider, brain going places that involved threesomes. As long as she didn't leave him for Kitty or something, right? "This is gonna be fun."

Right. Because that was likely to happen. “I have no idea what I’m doing.” She said, leaning in against him a bit. “Am I even allowed to be in here?” She added under her breath.

“You can’t drink, but you’re allowed.” Jim looked up as a couple of women came on stage. It looked like some sort of joint act. Both were darker skinned and had many bold tribal tattoos. They began to move as one to the music, hips swaying to the slow beat of a primal drum. They started to dance around each other, very close, but never touching, never closer than the barest breath.

Hermione’s eyes were drawn up to the stage where the women were dancing. She couldn’t help watching them move together, finding that she wished she could make her own body do that. Or something like that.

They seemed to orbit each other, their bodies becoming one with the music, and then each other. Jim shifted in his seat, staring. It was incredibly hot to him, and the funny thing was it wasn’t all that lewd. It was almost beautiful.

It was beautiful to Hermione. She watched in awe for a moment, then took a breath and opened her mouth to say something, but she just didn't have the words. She closed it again.

He wondered if they’d be willing to dance together on Hermione... Jim pulled her against him as the show went on, pressing his lips against the back of her neck. “Bet you could do that.” It sounded like he believed it.

Hermione gave a soft chuckle. “I don’t think my hips would move like that.” She said. She’d said something similar while they were watching Beyonce’s half-time show up on the Enterprise.

“I think they can. You just need to try.” Jim nuzzled her again, now more interested in her than in the show. He needed to flag someone down before he just pulled her somewhere private, and forgot all about lapdances.

“All right.” Hermione turned and leaned back to rest her back against his chest. It gave him the perfect angle to nuzzle into her neck. “I’ll try for you. Now.” She added, getting to the point. “You were going to buy me a lap dance.”

“Yes..yes I was.” Jim tried to catch the eyes of those two ladies, his sights set on them like a homing beacon. Oh he wanted them. If he’d been single he’d have gone for a lot more than a lapdance, but that was okay. Had Hermione. Win.

Hermione could hear the distraction in his voice. She was torn between being jealous and being motivated. She’d have to learn how to make her body move like that. To make him as distracted as he was looking at those women.

“How do we go about getting one? Do we share? Or do we each get one? At the same time, or one after another?”

Hermione motivated was an awe-inspiring thing. Jim would be impressed. “I was hoping they’d both go for you at the same time.” He looked at Hermione, a saucy grin on his face, like he couldn’t think of anything better.

"Both those women?" Hermiine asked, sounding astonished. "Both on me at the same time?"

“Yes, both of them at the same time,” he confirmed, waving them over as they came off stage. “Ladies. How much to show my wife a good time?”

The two women exchanged a look, the one with higher cheek bones smirking. She said, “Fifty for both of us at once.”

Hermione was very, very pink. She didn’t know what fifty entailed, but she glanced at Jim. It was his money, afterall. She wouldn’t have spent it on her own--but that was mostly because she was living off of student loans and part-time waitressing.

"Perfect." Jim fished out a fifty as the quieter woman held her hand out for Hermione.

Hermione reached her hand up to take hold of the other woman’s hand, and was pulled to her feet. She glanced back over her shoulder at Jim, an expression of “you’re not gonna leave me, are you?” plastered all over her features as the woman led her away from the stage.

The other one put her arm around Jim to guide him after her partner and his wife. A sly smirk crossed her lips as she pondered the best way to blow their minds.

It wouldn’t be that hard, with Jim.

Hermione glanced over her shoulder at him, and smiled as he followed them into one of the private rooms near the back. She really wasn’t sure what was going to happen, though she had a few guesses. The woman holding her hand ushered her over to a seat, and Hermione took it. Her heart was thundering in her chest, and her cheeks were incredibly pink.

Jim was seated across from Hermione, as the two women approached her. One trailed a hand down her arm, and the other along her neck, circling the woman slowly, their hips moving sensually. Jim was immediately riveted to his seat.

Hermione was pointedly not looking at Jim. She swallowed, her eyes transfixed on one of the ladies as she came creeping around her like a cat stalking a mouse. Suddenly, she had no idea what to do do with her hands. She left them resting on the sides of her chair, her mouth completely dry now.

The women exchanged a glance, and then began to undulate their hips, pressing against Hermione as they moved. Breasts brushed at her cheek, and one rear end came perilously close to her hand. The two pressed into each other, and onto Hermione’s lap, writhing to a slow, sensual beat.

Hermione’s heart was thundering as she did her best to enjoy the show. It was awkward at first, with her being absolutely afraid to move a muscle. She thought she’d get thrown out if she even dared to breathe and one of the women’s bodies brushed up against hers in the wrong way. But after a minute or two she started to calm a bit, distracted from her fears by how beautiful the women were, and how exciting and enticing it felt to have the faintest brush of skin against skin.

One girl had a vine tattooo that wrapped around her thigh, up her stomach and then around to her back. She settled into Hermione's lap, taking the woman's hand and resting it right on her hipbone.

The other danced over to behind Hermione, and leaned over her head, kissing the first one.

Hermione shifted in her chair, turning her attention to Jim across the room for just a moment, then looking back up at the women above her. It was absolutely incredible. Not something she ever would have signed herself up for, but she had to admit that she was getting a little hot and bothered *nudgenudgewinkwink* at the show.

Jim started to grin even wider, until his face hurt. He leaned forward, vaguely resembling his famous pose on the captain’s chair. The show started to heat up, the two women dancing on Hermione, and all but making out with each other at the same time.

Hermione’s heart was thundering. She could feel the heat of their bodies so close against her, and wanted nothing more than to touch... something. Someone. Jim. Her eyes met his across the small room and she gave him a smile.

It was hard to tell if the women were actually intimate with each other, or just really good at pretending. It didn’t matter. They moved and danced, exuding sexuality with every touch. Jim shifted impatiently in his seat, needing the same thing his wife did.

With her eyes locked on his face, Hermione gave the breath of a whimper. She could tell that he wanted what she wanted, so very badly. Her eyes tore from his to look at the women dancing above her, and she felt hypnotized. It was as if raw, sexual energy was pouring from them through the room.

A look passed between the two women, and they slipped off of Hermione's lap. They pulled her to her feet, and over towards Jim. One whispered in Hermione's ear, telling her how to move, and how to dance and how to make him beg her for more.

Hermione had no idea that this was going to happen, but once the words were being whispered in her ear, she went into learning-mode. And Hermione was nothing if not an absolutely amazing student. She did as she was told, perhaps even better than she was told, bringing her hands to Jim’s shoulders and climbing into his lap to grind her hips down against his. It was strange to do this with an audience, but damn if it wasn’t hot.

Jim tilted his head back, hips jerking involuntarily as Hermione ground down onto him. The two women moved around them, touching them both, even groping teasingly in places, whispering encouragements and suggestions into both of their ears. They seemed intent on driving them both into madness.

Hermione wasn’t sure what the goal was of this activity, but if it was to get the two of them to shag right there in the room, these women were doing a heck of a job. She ignored the idea that Jim wasn’t supposed to touch her (wasn’t that a thing with lap dances?) and lifted his hands to rest one on her backside and one on her breast as she moved against him. A gentle moan escaped her lips as she squeezed his hand around her chest. Her hips never stopped.

Letting out a groan, Jim squeezed at both her breast and her butt. The woman with the vine tattoo pressed her breasts against Hermione's back, sliding her hands around her shoulders, and down over her breasts. She started to unbutton Hermione's shirt.

Across from her her partner was doing the same to Jim.

That’s what this was going to turn into, then? Hermione didn’t mind at all. She couldn’t handle it anymore, though. She leaned her head forward and captured his mouth with hers in a powerful, hungry kiss. Her arms let go of his so that the woman behind her could pull her shirt down and off of them, tossing it to the floor.

Hermione’s bra quickly followed the shirt to the ground, and a woman’s hand guided Jim’s across and over the brunette’s breasts. His shirt hit the floor as well. Vine-lady groaned a bit, rubbing her hands over Jim’s chest, as the man kissed Hermione with greater ferocity.

It was... was this an orgy? Was Hermione participating in an orgy? Or was this just... a successful lap dance? Whatever it was, Hermione didn’t care. It felt absolutely amazing, and the amount of love welling up inside her was almost overwhelming. She moaned into his mouth, her hands covering his against her chest. It was breath-taking. She wasn’t even thinking about the other women in the room anymore.

It wasn't so much a lapdance any more, but it wasn't really an Orgy. Jim thought it was like a cross between a lapdance and a foursome. He scarcely recognized that they weren't alone, or that there were too many hands. He just wanted her, and needed her, and loved her.

Hermione gave a little whimper, pressing closer to him. The circling of her hips had slowed into more powerful thrusting. She was eager for him, wishing they were alone, in their bedroom, or at least here with no clothes on. One of her hands tangled in his hair as she kissed him, trying to get as deep as possible.

Jim sucked on Hermione's tongue, his hands moving roughly across her skin as need and desire started to overwhelm him. He needed to feel all of her against him.

The woman without the vines (she had wings on her back) slid her hands into Hermione's pants, while her partner did the same to Jim. They unbuttoned, and unzipped them, fingers grazing dangerously close to places.

It may have been the most hungry she’d ever been for him. There was love there, sure. But Hermione was overcome with lust and desire. She climbed up a little to help the woman with wings shimmy her pants down and off, then moved back into Jim’s lap, one hand moving down to touch his most important place. She didn’t care if there were still pants in the way. She wanted him inside of her. Now.

A choked sound escaped Jim's throat as he felt his pants shoved down and hands (someone's, he wasn't sure who's anymore) guided him into Hermione. She'd never felt so utterly hot like this before, or looked so wanton to him. The hands on her breasts (that weren't even his!) only made the scene hotter, as Wings nibbled on Hermione's ear, her own breasts pressed hard against the law student's back.

Even without the aid of alcohol, Hermione’s inhibitions were lowered, and she wasn’t thinking about who might be watching. Who else was there. Whose hands were whose against her body. She slid down on top of her husband, feeling her stretch her from the inside, and started to move right away against him. Her face lowered to rest against his neck, a gentle gasp escaping her as she felt one of her nipples being toyed with.

Jim bucked up into her, a hand still wrapped around him for several incredibly intense thrusts, before it moved, caressing between their bodies. Both women knew the best places to touch to enhance the experience, and they got a little grabby and touchy, the faster Jim and Hermione moved.

Hermione was in love and in lust with the way it felt to have her husband’s length buried deep inside her. She rode him like a pro, even though she was the youngest and undoubtedly least experienced in the room. The hands on her hips and her breasts helped her move, harder and faster than she would have normally. Soon she was gasping for breath, trying not to moan, though it was the most amazing experience.

McCoy came wandering out of the room where he’d been sitting and chatting with Alice. He took a wrong turn, though, and a couple of steps down the hall until he heard someone breathing hard. Was that the main, lobby-like area? Or another private room? He took another step forward, sipping from his glass, and nearly choked at what he saw. A spray of beer came shooting from his mouth as he realized what he was seeing.

Jim Kirk, a man’s man.

Alice was walking with McCoy, holding his hand. “Buster, that’s the wrong - oh.” She blinked at the spittake, recognizing the two strippers immediately, and Jim Kirk a moment later. Huh, his wife’s pretty.

One of Alice’s hands went up to shield McCoy’s eyes, the other took his hand to steer him into the right direction. “Come on, you. Let’s go to your happy place.” She sighed, taking his head and thrusting it into her chest. Other boobs, neutral boobs, hopefully cancelling out his best friend’s penis.

Jim didn't notice anything but his wife. Her sound and her heat, and the hands and breasts that seemed to be all over them. He could feel one between Hermione's legs, working at her, and that somehow made him more turned on than he'd been in his life.

Hermione could feel the pressure and pleasure building within her. After that introduction, how could she last much longer? She didn’t know if what they were doing was appropriate, or moral, or whatever. She didn’t much care. Jim was there and he was her rock. If he was doing this with her, she knew it was safe. It was home. “Oh, Jesus,” she moaned, completely unaware of any other eyes on them. Her toes were curling, her body tightening. She was only moments away.

Thank God that Alice covered his eyes and turned him away from what was going on in that room. That was more of Jim’s wife than he ever wanted to see. Though, he had to admit, it looked like a rather enjoyable evening for Jim. He was coughing and spluttering, moving down the hall at Alice’s guidance. His hand was now pressed against her neutral boobs, and he looked over at her with a confused expression.

Alice had guided McCoy away from what was happening, and when there was no possible chance of him seeing Jim or his wife again, she let him up, grinning. “Distracted you, didn’t it.”

It was taking a lot of effort for Jim to hold it in. He pulled Hermione's face down, kissing her hard, full of love and lust and primal need. Delicate, but strong hands massaged at Hermione's breasts and at that bundle of nerves between her legs, and another pair of dark hands tweaked and rubbed at Jim's nipples.

Ladies always go first, but goddamn Jim wasn't sure he was going to be able to keep to that, this time.

Ladies go first. Hermione came against him, moaning into his mouth, even as the strong hands of the ladies around them worked against her. Her body clenched up and tried to stop its movements, but firm hands against her hips wouldn’t let her. She rode out the climax, whimpering as she was forced to move against him.

McCoy thought he might be able to hear some gasps or moans or something coming from that room, but he chose to ignore it. The power of the mind, and everything. He chuckled a little, though he was still trying to wipe the memory of Jim’s... wife. Hermione. Hermione’s naked body (far more attractive to think about than Jim’s) from his mind. “Well, a little. I might need more distracting.” He teased.

Alice sighed, flashing him and ignoring the hoots from the men behind him. “Need a ride home?” She didn’t drink on shift, and she could leave if she wanted to.

If McCoy and Alice didn't hear Jim just then, they were deaf. He shuddered, one of the women's hands closing around him as the other ground Hermione repeatedly onto him. It was as though they were determined to make them ride out each other's orgasms.

His head fell back against Vine's tits, and he groaned. It hurt, a little, but it hurt so good he didn't want it to stop!

Hermione’s whimpers grew a bit louder, into almost yelps as she was forced against him. The fingers against her center slowed for just long enough for the first climax to end, and then started up again to draw a second from her. It was much, much smaller than the first, but still made Hermione’s body buck and gasp against him. She wasn’t sure they would ever be able to top this on their own.

McCoy heard Jim’s moan. He turned to Alice and gave a fervent nod. “Yes, please.” He wasn’t safe to drive after all that beer.

“Right, gimmie a second.” She changed into her street clothes faster than she’d remembered being able to, but left her wig on, coming out with her keys. “Okay, Leo, let’s get you home. And away from Jim’s penis.”

Jim's penis was having the time of it's life. Why, it just didn't want to finish! Even though it might still be saluting (SIR CAPTAIN SIR) the amount of effort required to do anything more than draw one more from Hermione would probably kill them all.

Hermione finally slowed to a stop against him, the girls’s hands on the two of them slowing their movements and letting them relax. It wouldn’t do to over-push and make things painful or awkward. Her breathing was coming in gasps as Hermione slowly relaxed against her husband, turning to nuzzle her nose into his ear.

McCoy followed Alice out of the joint, ignoring the turning heads as they left together. He wasn’t thinking about what those other guys might assume. He was trying his best to think of things other than Jim’s penis and Hermione’s breasts.

Alice gently rubbed Leonard’s back. “C’mon. We’ll get you home and get you drunk so you can lose those brain cells. You didn’t need them anyway.”

"God..." Jim held Hermione against him, rubbing his hands up and down her back as he tried to catch his breath. In his dazed state, he didn't notice the women had quietly slipped out of the room.

As she slowly caught up with her breathing, Hermione nearly purred against him. Her muscles relaxed, and she became heavy weight in his arms, against his chest. “Is that what all lap dances are like?” She asked. “Because... that was pretty amazing.”

McCoy nodded, climbing into her car with her and settling in. “You’re a good woman, Alice. Helping me go home to kill brain cells.”

Alice just laughed. “I’m your friend, Leonard. If you have to barf, just roll the window down.” The car had been a gift and was still in sterling condition.

“That..was..by far, the best lap dance I’ve ever had.” And he’d had some amazing lapdances in his day.

Hermione laughed, still cuddled close against him. She trailed her fingernails along his scalp, then lowered her hand to rest on his shoulder. “...should we get dressed? Go home? Or...” She had no idea what else. They couldn’t stay in the room forever.

“Nah, definitely not that drunk.” McCoy said, giving her a little smirk. “Nice car, by the way.”

Alice smiled. “Thanks, Thor and Oliver gave it to me for Christmas. My friends are ridiculously generous.” She squeezed his hand. “Do you want to talk about it?”

Jim nuzzled mussed up hair, kissing the top of it. “We should go home...” He purred into her ear. “clean up together.”

“I like the sound of that.” Hermione purred. She gave another huge sigh, not wanting to move, but then pushed against him and climbed to her feet to find her clothes. She could hardly believe she was naked in this semi-public place, having performed a very intimate act with her husband. And she was a bit of a mess from the lovemaking. She dressed quickly, trying not to... make any more of a mess.

McCoy nodded. “That was nice of them. Pretty amazing present, giving someone a car. Especially a nice one like this. Though, I’m sure Oliver bums rides off of you frequently for his phyiscal therapy.”

Jim wanted to swagger out of the strip club. Instead he had them beamed up, and then carried Hermione to his quarters.

He wasn’t quite done with her yet.