When she arrives, she does the unthinkable.She takes her shoes off, then puts her foot between his legs and rubs his hard-on.Oh, fuck!I can feel her toes massaging his dick.Pre-cum seeps out of my cock.I push it down and shift in my seat.Then she firmly grasps Johnny's chin in her hand, forces his face to hers, and leans down.I can feel her kiss.Right before her lips touch, she smiles, then turns his face away.She whispers in his ear, and he grins big.I imagine the feeling as the soft flesh of her lips press into mine, and her sweet breath on my face, as she times her kiss on his cheek perfectly with the end of the song.
The spotlight goes off.
Silence and darkness again fall on the crowd.My senses, already tuned in and hyped up, listen for her retreating footsteps.But I only hear the sounds of people shifting in the audience.No one is talking.Then I pick up on the sounds of footsteps approaching and see out of the corner of my eye the same two dancers in flamingo feathers untying Johnny and helping him back down to his table.His friends stand and pat him on the back or knuckle bump him when he arrives.He is all grins.I know where his dreams will come from for a while.Hell, I know where mine are going to come from, from now on.
I drain my glass and place it on the table, then I rise and pull my pants down at the knees so my balls, full of cum, can move without being pinched.I need a bathroom break.
8
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Siri
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As soon as I step through the curtain, my team is there waiting for me.James holds out a red teddy, and I step into it while Tory pulls it up and cinches it tight so my boobs nearly pop out.Beatrice helps me into a pair of red platform heels.When they step back, I hook my arms in the harness, and Cory flips the switch on the hydraulic lift, hurdling me through the air to the top of the ceiling, where he waits on a trapeze landing zone.
“Seary, you are on your game tonight.”He compliments me as he helps me out of the harness and onto the platform.
I laugh and tease him, “Have you ever known me not to be?”
He chuckles, “No, ma’am.I haven’t.You always deliver a stellar performance.”
I grab the rope, wrap it around my hand, and jump, swinging out over the crowd as the spotlights search for me.
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Hardcore
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THUMP,THUMP, THUMP.
The song "Beautiful Drug" by the Zac Brown Band begins as four spotlights from the four corners of the room circle the crowd to the music.Like everyone else, I look around, searching for her.Then with the opening words about a death wish, the beams converge at the very top of the stripper pole.
"Wow," I say as the crowd collectively gasps.Seary is positioned at the very top, doing a split in the air and rotating around it.
How in the hell did she get up there and change into a red outfit with platform shoes so fast?
As the song plays about being high, being addicted, needing a hit of love, and not wanting to be saved, she spins, doing various splits.When the words say something about letting her hair down, she flips upside down and drops like a rock, then she clamps down on the pole, stopping with a hard jerk.The words mention hair standing up, and I sit there feeling that effect after watching that daredevil move.Damn!Fearless.I stare, unable to take my eyes off her, and I know everyone in the room is glued to her too.For the rest of the song, she owns the pole, and the way she moves on it drives me crazy with thoughts of fucking her.She is so limber and strong.Fuck; we could have fun!When she gets to the landing, she lightly touches down, and I know the song is right.She is "a beautiful drug," and I'm at risk of being addicted to her.
When the song ends, another immediately begins.The runways have filled with dancers swaying to the song, "Loved Me Back To Life."Seary walks in and out of the girls down the runway in the red teddy and red heels, making her way to the stage.When she reaches it, right on cue, they all begin dancing a routine, but she is more expressive in hers.I'm enthralled watching her dance interpretation.Her moves make the words resonate in my heart.I can literally feel her bringing it back to life.It's thumping harder for her now than my cock is.When the words say strong hands and an open heart, I imagine my hands cupping her body, holding her tight against me, and cherishing her as I have never cherished anyone before, allowing her to see my pain.As she dances, I see 'life' spinning across the stage.Then she spins into the curtain and vanishes.
For a moment, I'm frozen.Then there is deafening applause.I whistle and stand, clapping as hard as anyone else while the other dancers run off the stage.
I turn back to see Bianca standing on the chair in front of Kip.She spins around to face him, wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling him tight into her chest as she looks down into his face.He gives me a blind thumbs-up, then puts his hands on her ass and squeezes her butt cheeks.
I have got to relieve myself.I walk by them, and Kip asks."You good?"
"Yeah.Nature's calling."
"Hurry up.She's not finished, and I know you don't want to miss it."
I pat his back as I walk by."Order me a double.Make it two doubles.I'm gonna need it."
He laughs, and strangely, Bianca doesn't say a thing, but I'm too distracted by the cum in my balls needing to be expressed to give it much thought.I hurry away, knowing there is no way I can sit through another round like that and not shoot my wad in my pants.I have got to release the beast.
The floor is lit with soft red led lights, and I find the men's room easily.It is full, and I wonder how many of them are here for the same reason.I enter the stall, lock it, unzip my pants, and push them down so my balls can breathe.I inhale and exhale deep breaths with a slow rhythm as my hand slides all the way up and then all the way down the length of my fully erect cock.As I jerk off, my mind feels crazy as images of Seary flash through it like a kaleidoscope of snapshots through the camera lens.The faster the images spin, the faster I pump until I'm dumping a full sack of my cum into the toilet.The thick fluid splashes as it hits the water in the bowl, then I lean against the side of the stall, breathing cleansing air with my cock in my hand, wondering what the fuck has happened to me.I shake my head to clear it, but she won't go away.I see her bouncing down the runway again toward me, with her golden tits and hard nipples front and center, and the vision fills my cock again.I want to moan in misery, push her out of my head, stuff a soft dick in my pants, zip it up, and walk out.But instead, I reach forward and flush the toilet, then start sliding my hand up and down a shaft that is rock hard again, stroking the head of my cock, knowing I need to blow another wad of cum from my balls before the damn beast fits back in my pants.I close my eyes, and her round ass gives my mind the imagery this go-round.Wrapping my fingers around the head of my rod, I jerk the crown hard while I imagine her bent over my bed, her beautiful big butt sticking in the air, while my fucking cock pounds her tight pussy.I open my eyes and watch it disappearing inside my grasp as I envision watching the head disappearing inside those powerful glutes.The sound of my whacking becomes the sound of her ass smacking my abs with the force of my thrust and getting close to blowing again.I close my eyes and watch the rippling effect my power has on her butt cheeks.I break a sweat on my lip and brow with the exertion.
