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I posed, alone on stage in the darkness, waiting for the music to build. My heartbeat was pounding in my chest as the steps of my routine played over and over in my head. I’d practiced a thousand times, but this would be my first performance. I could hear the gravelly tones of men talking in hushed voices until the spotlight flicked over my body, making me the only thing visible in the room. Then, a hush fell over the crowd as the bright light above highlighted my luscious curves. The music swelled, and my hips swayed to the beat. Rythmaiclly. Hypnotically.
I faced the crowd expecting… I don’t know what. Horny men jerking off? Piles of cash being flung at my feet? I’m not sure what I expected, but darkness wasn’t it. My head bowed, chin tucked to my shoulder as I reached behind me to pull the strings of my top. The bodice floated to the floor, and cheers reached my ears. I wasn’t alone at all.
Alone On Stage
My confidence grew with every whoop and holler from the crowd I couldn’t see in front of the small stage. I strutted toward the pole and gripped it tight. Slinging myself forward like I practiced, until my thighs wrapped around the cool metal. I gave my weight to my legs and stretched my arms behind me as I spun slowly around the pole. My perky tits moved with me as I twirled to the floor and continued my routine. From my back, my knees opened wide, then snapped shut. Just a tease, a small peek. Leave them wanting more.
I rolled and pushed myself to my stomach. I was pounding my pelvis to the stage in mock thrusts accentuating the music. And then it happened. I flicked my hair back and was face to face with a John. A client. Someone with cash in hand who was solely there to enjoy the sight of my body.
I *** crawled toward his shadowy figure as he leaned in closer. He really was hypnotized by my moves. “He can’t touch you.” I reminded myself as I grabbed the back of his neck and pushed his face into my tits. He groaned a happy sound, and his hands went out like he was under arrest. Security was tight here, and he clearly wanted to be a good boy. I laughed as I shoved him back into his chair and stood up for another spin around the pole. Power and femininity pulsed through me as the cash I’d dreamed of started to rain down over me when the song ended.
Quickly, I tried to gather my money as the lights faded out, and that’s when I heard his voice. “Can you take me to the Champagne room?”
Cha-Ching.
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