My recommendation is to invest.
Excellent!I'll let Bart know I'm a go.Do you want in too?
No.Conflict of interest.
Thanks for your help, Buddy.
No problem.
Someone touches my shoulder.I look to see who is sliding up next to me.
"Mr.Moore."Beverly smiles like a cat who just got a bowl full of milk."Do you need my help getting a table tonight?"
"No.I have a reservation."
She nods."I've just left Seary's dressing room."
"And?"
"Trust me on this.You won't want to miss a single second of tonight's entertainment."She pats my back.
"And?"I raise my eyebrows for an answer to the real question.
"Look me up afterward.I'll be sitting right over there again tonight when you leave.I have news."
"Perfect."
"Enjoy the show."
"I'm sure I will."I turn my attention back to the MMA fighters bloodying each other up overhead, but I don't see them.She has good news.Otherwise, she wouldn't have spoken.
My alarm goes off at 11:55 pm, and I walk back to the podium with $200 in my hand.The same hostess greets me and says, "Right this way, Mr.Moore.Tara, I'm going to seat him myself.Cover for me."
Tara checks me out and grins."Sure."
I follow her to an elevated booth just outside the first row of tables.Designed to seat ten people, the view of the stage is perfect, and I give her the tip when she seats me.The room is packed again, and the dancers who are on the stage are really good high-quality talent.
THUMP, THUMP.THUMP, THUMP.
The strobes blind me.My abs harden as I get ready to see Seary in action.The correlation with the beating bass and my increased heart rate, plus the throbbing strobes and my cock's reaction to the anticipation of seeing her nearly naked body just a few feet away, aren't lost on me.Brilliantly played!
Tonight, Seary doesn't start with an opening act.She dances out onto the stage alone without music.It's powerful and profound.She doesn't have on a stitch of clothes.Her entire body, including her hair, is painted deep red and dark purple.Fucking A!
When the music does start, it's "Wild" by Troye Sivan featuring Alessia Cara.The words seep into my soul as I sit there watching her mesmerizing dance.Careful not to expose her pussy, she bends, twirls splits, and dances wildly.I'm guilty, like the lyrics say, of trying not to fall and keeping the old protective walls around my heart.But it's hopeless.I can't turn away.This woman drives me absolutely wild!Fuck!I want her so bad.I've got to have her.
When the song is over, she stops dancing and stands motionless on the stage in complete silence.A group of four mimes, Jabbawockeez, run onto the stage and begin looking at her.They step closer, examining her with their eyes and mimes.Then they huddle up, talk, look at her, then huddle, then look at her, nod their heads, high-five, and break.Two run off, and two walk over and take her arms, raise them to shoulder height, then push them over her head.The other two reappear, bringing a long pole and a paint bucket and brush.They mime discussing who is going to get to do what, and they flip a coin.The two losers pick up the pole, hoist it over their heads, place Seary between them, dip down so her hands can latch on, and they lift her off her feet.She hangs suspended.The other two take the paint bucket and brush, arguing over who gets to paint her.In my mind, little increments of time begin to tick off as I realize only her strong grip holds her full body weight.When the two arguing finally get down to dipping the brush in the paint, my heart seizes when it comes out of the bucket.Fuck!It's the same gold paint she wore last night on her nipples!My cock fills with blood from the memory of those taut tips dangling right in front of me, and my hand grabs it to stifle the throbbing that's started again.The song "Can't Stop The Feeling!"by Justin Timberlake begins to play, and the paintbrush is held out toward her body.The mimes, holding the pole, dance around, so the brush applies paint.They stop when it is to be dipped again in the bucket, and the painter can change places with the other one.Each time they stop and become distracted, dipping the paint in the bucket, Seary's body begins to dance hanging from the pole.When they turn back to her to apply the paint, she freezes, holding some very awkward poses that demonstrate her incredible strength.
The whole routine is both funny, seductive, and powerful.When the song ends, the painters clap their hands together and admire their work.She has a gold stripe the width of the painter's brush that wraps her body.Starting at her hairline and winding down around those plump tits, around her toned abs, around her asscheeks, and down one of her muscular legs.Then the THUMP, THUMP, THUMP, and strobes begin again, and those two run off the stage, but the other two continue holding the pole.
The next song starts, and it's "Scream" by Usher.Seary swings her body for momentum and flips herself upside down onto the top of the pole.She slowly lowers her feet to it, then springs off, flipping and landing like a cat.The two men look shocked and flee from her.The lights on the stage go dark, and the body paint glows.She begins to dance like nothing I've ever seen before.It's like liquid glowing.My entire body clenches.She mimics withering, and it looks like rippling water.My mind locks up.Then she's dancing, moving her hips mimicking lovemaking, and it looks like waves.Knowing I could do that to her all night long until we would both be screaming makes me even more determined to possess her to share my skills with her.We will be good together.What fucking fun we will have.
Immediately she transitions into "Pillowtalk" by Zayn.I feel her dance interpretation deep inside me, and I realizewe are kindred spirits.That's why she's having this effect on me.Sex is a paradise and a war zone.
The last song of the show is "Hollow" by Tori Kelly.Expressing how fragile she is and wants to be wrapped and filled like a cup because her vessel is hollow, but she longs to be understood.My heart hurts for her and, therefore for me.I feel the need to hold her close, cherish her, protect her.
She ends the dance, standing in the exact same spot in the exact same silent pose.The mimes return with a big barrel and stand behind her.They start to swing it, then they heave it up over her head and dump all the water in it on her.The paint washes away, and she is left standing there naked, soaking wet, bare, bronzed flesh for everyone to see.Stunning!She is the most beautiful creature I have ever laid eyes on.Then they lower the barrel down over her, topple it and pick it up, carrying her off.Right at the curtain, she sticks her head out and blows kisses to the crowd.The whole place sounds like a bomb went off when they erupt with cheers.
I leave without looking back to find Beverly, knowing I'll do whatever it takes to fuck this woman, and I will fuck her over and over and over again.
