When I step out into the crowd, I look around for the guy in the charcoal suit and bright blue tie that Rose described. He is seriously fucking hot, his hair standing up like he constantly runs his fingers through it, or like maybe his lover recently pulled it while they fucked. Who knows, but either choice is sexy as sin. He glances up at me as I approach, and his eyes hold too many emotions to read them all. He looks like someone who's used to getting exactly what he wants, no matter the cost.
And it appears he wants me.
“I hear you're looking for a dance,” I say in my best sultry voice. I feel… I feel like an Amazon, like a goddess, when men watch me, when I show them my power. I am powerful enough to turn them into puddles of goo.
“Only from you,” he responds, and his voice has my nipples hardening. At least this one will be enjoyable for me, too.
“Well, then.” I lift my right leg and prop the toe of my stiletto on the chair in front of his crotch. “Let's get started.”
I rock my hips a few times, picking up on the beat of the song playing over the speakers. A new dancer is on stage, and it's her signature song, but I like it and it works for me. Placing my heel back on the floor, I circle my hips, keeping eye contact with this stranger. I thrust my pelvis in his direction as the chorus reaches its height before leaning in to shove my tits as close to his face as I can without touching him. The song has a repeating sound, a deep sexy verse before a buildup to a climax, and then back again, so I run my hands over his hard thighs, straddling him and rocking, only touching with my hands. There's a rap that breaks up the middle of the song, and I take the end of his necktie in my teeth, backing away from him before circling him. As I come back to the front of his chair, I can't help but run my fingers over my panties as I think about actually being with this guy. He smells heavenly, and I want that scruff pressed between my thighs so hard that I scream his name.
But I remember that I don't even know his name, as the song ends and I stand waiting, bent over very close to his lap. Giving the impression of a blow job would usually garner a larger tip, but there's no way I'm expecting even more from this guy. I watch his Adam's apple as he swallows thickly before digging in his pocket. Straightening my spine, I stand tall and regal on my heels as he hands me a roll of cash. Not one to count my money in front of a client, I grin smugly and tuck the fat roll into my cleavage.
“That was definitely good for me,” I purr.
Turning before he can say anything, I head back to grab my wrapper, slipping it on and dropping the roll of money in my box with the rest. My job is to mingle, so I exit on the other side of the room to circulate. I feel his eyes on me, and I just know it's him as my spine tingles. Occupational hazard that it is, I'm basically never turned on at work, but he does that to me. I try to put him out of my mind for the rest of the evening, doing my job the best way I can.
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