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I wrapped my hand around the smooth, cold pole and exhaled. Music blasted through the speakers, but my mind was quiet. That was how it was when I got on stage to perform. The outside world seemed to fade away and time came to a halt.
I was dressed in a red lacy bra that left little to the imagination, matching panties and thigh-high lace stockings that led my feet into a dangerous pair of eight-inch platform heels. There were dozens of hungry eyes taking in my body, undressing me with their imaginations, and doing more than just undressing. Yet, I felt completely unfazed. The stage was my safe place. I felt alive and powerful here, the object of several men's desire and lust. I grabbed the pole and began to slowly grind my ass against it to match the sultry rhythm of the song playing.
I ran a hand between my thighs, over my center that was clad in a flimsy piece of cloth, up my stomach and over the full swells of my breasts, and grabbed the pole over my head.
The eyes on me were practically drooling now. I smirked, held on tightly to the pole, arched my back against it and using a great deal of core strength, I lifted my legs up in a split.
A whistle tore through the crowd. Twenties rained on the stage. I spotted some fifty dollar bills too, and it fueled me to climb on the pole and swing carelessly off it.
When I got back on my feet, I spotted Roland trying to get my attention. He signaled for me to get off the stage. I ignored him and kept dancing. I was having a good night, and wasn't going to let him ruin it. The bills were flowing, and the attention of the crowd was mine to exploit to the fullest.
He got closer to the stage, and the impatient look in his eyes told me not to mess with him. Reluctantly, and with a petulant frown on my face, I stormed off while my earnings were shoved into black leather bags.
"What the fuck, Roland? Why did you interrupt my set?"
Roland looked impatient as he grabbed my arm and led me to the busy changing room filled with half naked women moving about. None of them paid us any mind.
"You've got a private client that's paying more than you could dance weeks for. I want you to do your big one tonight. Make sure he's satisfied."
I folded my hands. "Well if he's such a grump why don't you send someone else to please him? Send Jess or Bunny."
Roland shook his head like I was saying absolute crap. "No, he asked for you specifically."
My mouth fell open. "Specifically?"
"Why do you look so surprised? You're one of our best dancers. They love you."
He was right. But the thought of having to give a private dance to a client that would be hard to please didn't sound appealing tonight.
Regardless of my protests, Roland sent me on my way, and I weaved through the numerous bodies up the stairs to the private section.
The first thing that threw me off were the two huge bouncers at the door, dressed in black suits. Their unsmiling faces looked dangerous, and that meant the person inside was even more so.
They moved aside for me to go through, and I stepped into the dimly lit room.
I froze in my tracks. I was right, the man sitting in front of me looked like he could bring this building burning down with a snap of his fingers. It felt like I was a lamb that stepped into a lion's den to be devoured.
But in the same breath, he was also the most attractive man I'd set eyes on. Strong jaw, sharp features, hooded eyes and dark hair swept away from his face, with some of it falling over his forehead. There was something deathly seductive about him. Maybe it was the way his eyes took me in, or the delicious fullness of his mouth, or the way he rubbed a hand over his jaw, like he was indecisive about something I was oblivious to.
I regained my composure and cat-walked over to him. I climbed over him on the large sofa he sat on, my knees digging at each side.
"Hi, I'm Lila. What's your name handsome?" I asked, running a hand down this well-tailored suit. The perfume he had was intoxicating, seductive. It made me want to rip open his clothes and suck him dry.
Not that I would.
"You don't need to know my name," his low voice came. I got chills down my spine when I pictured him moaning mine.
Hold up, why was I acting this way? I had no plans of having sex with him. That was not why I was here.
"Okay, stranger," I smiled as I grabbed on his gray tie and pulled him closer. "I'll just call you X., then. So the rules are, X, no touching. No groping. Only I get to do that,” I said with a wink. “You can request that I take off my... clothes. I'm here for your viewing pleasure."
I got off and turned on the music. There was a single pole situated in front of him, so I got to dancing, doing some of the moves that had the crowd downstairs going wild just minutes ago.
X's eyes stayed glued to me. He didn't react like I had expected, but something behind his eyes told me he was enjoying this as much as I expected him to. He was trying a little too hard to play it cool, so I was going to make it my mission to break him. I wanted him slobbering like a dog. On his knees too. I'd done that to many men in the past. I knew what I was capable of.
I came off the pole and slowly walked to him. I sat on his lap, my back to him.
"I need help undoing it," I said.
He didn't argue and undid my bra. I got up, turned to face him and pressed my tits together. I let the straps fall off my shoulder, and when I brought my hands down, the bra fell to the floor, and I watched as X's eyes widened a fraction at the sight of my breasts. His Adam's apple rolled as he swallowed, but his eyes remained calm.
I ran my hands up my hips, then waist, and up to cup my breasts. I walked back to the pole, and twisted my waist as I went down to a squat. I bounced on my heels, like I would on a dick, and my tits bobbed with me. I threw my head back and ran a hand between my legs, up my stomach.
"Lila," X called in a tone that was dangerous. "Why are you so far?"
I rose to my feet and walked to him. "I suppose I'll do my dance here," I said as I sat on his lap. He was rock solid under me. And huge, too.
Most days, it was easy to maintain a professional mindset and boundaries. It was rare that I felt myself getting lost in a private session. Tonight felt like one of the hardest.
I ground my hips against him, against his boner. My breasts were mere inches from his chest.
"Fuck, Lila."
There it was. There was my victory.
His large palms found my small waist.
"Mm, no touching now."
"How much would it cost?" He asked as they slid down to palm my ass and press me against his restrained cock. I bit back a moan.
"How much would what cost?"
His head tipped back to meet my eyes. "How much would it cost to bury my cock in you and fuck you until every inch of you memorizes me?"
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