<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Lapdance on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/lapdance/</link><description>Recent content in Lapdance on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 30 May 2026 20:13:48 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/lapdance/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Our Only Hope</title><link>/stories/2020/01/08/our-only-hope/</link><pubDate>Wed, 08 Jan 2020 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2020/01/08/our-only-hope/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Continues from &lt;a href="our_only_hope4.html"&gt;part four&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = =&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The search for the Monty brothers leads W to Davenport Iowa.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;This is Chapter Five of a book. Because it is a book, some of the chapters are more exciting than others, and some situations do not complete until the next chapter. This first chapter is primarily setup, but has some very interesting parts. For later chapters, the characters and situation will be more understandable if the previous chapters have been read. I could have run this through my regular publisher and made a couple hundred dollars, but I am posting it instead because many more people read my posts than buy my books.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The New Spring Line</title><link>/stories/2018/11/26/the-new-spring-line/</link><pubDate>Mon, 26 Nov 2018 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2018/11/26/the-new-spring-line/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;The characters and situations in this story are a work of fiction. Permission to use the characters in this story has been given by their original creator, Andy Latex as noted in his blog Smooth Slick N Shiny. This story is meant as an ‘alternate reality’ of his fictional universe.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;continued from &lt;a href="newspringline8.html"&gt;part 8&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 9&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Bulldyke sat back in the limo’s back seat. She caressed the rubber upholstery. It was soft and slick for it had recently been cleaned and polished. She looked at William and Andrew kneeling on the floor in front of her. She felt a little strange. Lady Quirt had rarely allowed her to assume the dominant role in all the years she had served her. It was going to take a little time to adjust, but she was looking forward to it.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Vegas Captive</title><link>/stories/2015/08/22/vegas-captive/</link><pubDate>Sat, 22 Aug 2015 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2015/08/22/vegas-captive/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Brian,at 5’6” tall, 170 lbs,late forties, takes a trip to Vegas once a year. He flies out on Thursday morning and flies back home on Monday. On the weekend visits, he likes to bet on college and pro football games during the day, take a nap, and then visit one of the many strip clubs available at night. He usually brings about $1,000 to bet on football, and around $4,000 to play with the dancers. He never takes credit cards to the clubs, knowing he would spend way more than intended if he brought them.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Kidnapped by a Stripper</title><link>/stories/2015/07/15/kidnapped-by-a-stripper/</link><pubDate>Wed, 15 Jul 2015 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2015/07/15/kidnapped-by-a-stripper/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Prologue&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;This story really begins five years ago. Victor Maxell was the founder and CEO of Maxell International, the largest and most profitable tech firms in the Santa Barbera area. He had it all: movie star good looks, fast cars, a nice home, and more money than Gates and tons of expensive toys. The only down side to his life was his wife. She was a lovely woman but he only married her because he knocked her up. His marriage was a joke and he needed a distraction and he needed it bad. And he found it.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Three J's and an S Go To Mardi Gras</title><link>/stories/2014/06/30/three-js-and-an-s-go-to-mardi-gras/</link><pubDate>Mon, 30 Jun 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2014/06/30/three-js-and-an-s-go-to-mardi-gras/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Sara gets a chance to really strut her stuff on Bourbon Street. A friend of one of The Three J’s boyfriends has a plan to impress his father and show him that he has the vision to take over “The Three Jacks” club on Bourbon Street. The Three J’s and an S agree to help him in his plan which involves them walking down Bourbon Street on five consecutive nights dressed in more and more daring costumes.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>An Ensign's Fantasies 5</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/an-ensigns-fantasies-5/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/an-ensigns-fantasies-5/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="ensigns_fantasies4.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;An Ensign&amp;rsquo;s Fantasies 4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)_&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;The following narrative is that of a retired Starfleet commander. Though many of the narrated details did actually occur all names are fictitious and locales and dates are changed to prevent individual identification.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I well recall the night of the &amp;ldquo;party&amp;rdquo; with Lanie as I experienced it through the VR recording.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;ndash;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I took a hovercab to the location Lanie had directed. Though I was early, Lanie was already there.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>My Butler James 7: Jessica's Play Toy</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/my-butler-james-7-jessicas-play-toy/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/my-butler-james-7-jessicas-play-toy/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="mybutlerjames6.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Butler James 6: The Singularity Part 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 7: Jessica&amp;rsquo;s Play Toy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I woke looking up at both evil little machines and Ms. Jessica, she wearing a very condescending expression that looked out of place on her perfect doll like face&amp;hellip;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;I must first thank you for your rude comment, although it seems so uncharacteristic for one with your well documented personality. The human part of me was starting to develop a conscience in regard to our plans for you, especially with all you and I have in common. These things we must do have the potential to be most unpleasant for you, while at the same time downright entertaining to watch if one lets her humanity take a brief vacation. They are at the same time unavoidably necessary to prevent possibly damaging a more valuable human asset with skills desirable to us. You are, in the big scheme of things expendable, but I have no desire to destroy you unnecessarily, at least until you have served out your intended purpose.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>She Lost the Bet 2: Another Lost Bet</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/she-lost-the-bet-2-another-lost-bet/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/she-lost-the-bet-2-another-lost-bet/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="shelostthebet.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She Lost the Bet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;A Sequel to &amp;ldquo;&lt;a href="shelostthebet.html"&gt;She Lost the Bet&lt;/a&gt;&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 2: Another Lost Bet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I honestly thought that my wife would never bet me again after our last little episode. But she can be somewhat of a slow learner. This time the bet was over the movie-line &amp;ldquo;take me to bed, or lose me forever.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;An Officer and A Gentlemen&amp;rdquo;, she cried out.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;I don&amp;rsquo;t think so&amp;rdquo;, I said.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>