"Faster, Bitch, faster," Mac tells me from the chair.
Grinning at him, I kick my stilettos off, and when each one lands, the lights turn off behind me and on at the platform.Then Chris Cagle's "Let There Be Cowgirls" starts, and I sprint as fast as possible to the stage.Using Charlie's lap dance chair as a catapult, I propel myself at the pole.Grabbing it, I swing my legs straight out, letting my momentum carry them over the top of Mac's head.He blinks and twitches out of instinct, but he doesn't move.He holds his ground, fearless.
The revolution brings me to his chair, and I lightly place my feet on each arm, towering over him.I dance like I'm riding a horse, swaying, dipping, hunching, and grinding.When I look down on him, Mac grins that sexy sideways grin.I grin wickedly back at him, and he leans his head back."Fuck yeah!"He tells me.
Def a Matthew McConaughey move.
When Chris Cagle says in the song, "Ow, come on," I unsnap my dress and let it slide off again, then kick it away.His python hardens and peeks out of the top of his briefs.I crank up my dance again, pushing him harder and harder.Right before the chorus, I bend over, ass in the air, and place his hands over his python, telling him, "Remember Rule #1 is No Touching Me."
He grins, grabs his cock, and starts to stroke.
I drop down, straddling the arms of the chair.My pussy hovering over him.I tell him."Let There Be Cowgirls!"
"Fuck me!"He coos and strokes to the rhythm of my gait.His soft moans of "Faster, Bitch, faster" in his sexy southern drawl that only I can hear urge me on.
I hear Rosa encouraging me too."Go, Baby, Go!"
He starts to pant, and his face begins to lose control as his orgasm begins to take over.
"Oh no, Cowboy.Not yet.Whoa, now."I stop riding him and slide my ass to the left, and dismount his saddle.His eyes open, and his whole face grins at me.I reach around and grab the pole, lifting my legs up and over my head, open my legs in a straddle split, and slowly lower my pussy until my divine diva-ness hangs over his head.Then I pull my body back to the pole, squeeze it with my thighs, and display my strength and in-air control, gracefully fall over in a backward swan dive, slowly sliding down the pole.
Mac and Rosa stare up at me, stunned, and I hear their awed whispers of "Fuck me and fuck yeah."
Knowing he gets off on being dominated, I step onto the chair arms again and push him to his limits.Throwing my left hand up in true Rodeo fashion, circling it overhead, I mimic a bull rider as I drop to my knees.My tits bounce and flounce wildly with the chaotic dance.My pussy slams against his thighs over and over again.I count to 8.Then I stop cold.
The strain of not stroking his cock now plays heavily across his face.
Finally, he bellows like a bull."FUCK ME FASTER, BITCH, FASTER!"Grabbing his python, he pumps it hard and fast, screaming through gritted teeth."GO, BABY, GO!FASTER, BITCH, FASTER, FUCK YEAH, FUCK ME!"
I fall forward, thrusting my tits at him as my hand shoots out and grips his throat.Squeezing hard, I choke him, strangling him with the strength of a pole dancer.He stops whacking off, and his face gets redder and redder as I force his head back in my viselike grip while I drag my body up against his, so close, the tips of my nipples stir his thick chest hairs.Then I put my other hand over his face and push myself off him.
As I tower over him, he gasps for air then lets out a bellowing."MOTHERFUCKER!"As soon as I see the muscles of his arms flinch, I twist, jumping away before he can grab me.I shimmy up the pole, as Rosa steps forward and lays the crop down on his chest with a smashing blow.
He screams."FUCKING BITCH!"
I watch from the top of the pole as she smashes the crop down again, and again each time he violates my rule, answering with another insult.
As the whistle blows ending the song, I drop the entire length of the pole and stop with my head inches from the floor, dangling like a roped calf.
The beating stops—Mac slumps in the chair.
You can hear a pin drop.There is only the sound of Rosa's panting and Mac's deep gasping.
Dismounting the pole, I squat next to him.Putting my hand on his arm, I ask softly."Hey Buddy, you ok?"
With his eyes closed, he answers."Fuck yeah, Seary!"
I pat his arm."Atta boy.You're one tough son-of-a-bitch."
He grins without opening his mouth.
As I stand up, I tell Rosa."Let's give him a minute."When I look at her, I see his cum dripping off her face.
Her eyes smile at me as she pulls a finger out of her mouth."He'll be fine."Then she wrinkles her nose and grins.Wipes cum on her finger and sticks it back in her mouth.
Damn!That's true love!
Gathering my dress, I slip it back on.Rosa squats by Mac's side and strokes his arm."Fuck yeah?"
