“Part of his job, most of his contacts are overseas so the time difference makes it hard on him,” I explain.
“He should enjoy the shows, we have some good ones tonight.”
“I know, I am we are in a couple of them,” I say with a laugh.
“We have a lot of old faces in the crowd, they will go wild once they see you up on stage,” she says.
“That’s what we are here for.”
I finish my makeup and slowly slip from my bra and panties. I am doing a sexy cheerleader routine. Short skirt and a small top which (just about) fastens around my large breasts.
I walk to the stage with the other girls. I poke my head to the gap in the curtain. I try to see where Joseph is sitting, but there is no sign of him.
Damn, I want to focus my attention on him and I have no idea where he is…
I feel the warmth shining down on me as the spotlights come on. The curtains open, then the music starts, and we begin the show. I strut around the stage. My tits thrust out assertively as we go through the sexy routine. Our large pompoms are waving in front of us. It’s an orange and maroon theme.
I move down the steps and pull at the studs on my top. My top drops to the floor as I run past the customers at the side of the floor. I face the center of the floor and bend over, I look behind me and see a middle-aged customer grinning. I feel that he is looking at the pink folds of my pussy lips between my legs.
Go on then boys, look and enjoy… I get paid to do this!
I grab hold of my skirt and pull as I stand. The Velcro straps open. I face the crowd with my pompoms covering my pussy, now. Dollar bills begin filling the floor. I uncover my tits and reveal my beauties. I feel the pink nubs of my nipples harden in the excitement of my performance. Again, I face the center and gyrate my hips toward the customers. My cheeky ass wiggles, much to their enjoyment.
Where are you sitting, Joseph?
I spin around. I spread my legs and shake my pompoms against my pussy. The tassels caress my skin. I feel adrenaline shooting through my body, and I am slightly turned on by the show. The other girls look so hot.
We head back up the steps, and the music fades. The lights dim and the curtains close. I run back to the change room and slump in my chair. My heart races from the adrenalin rush. Warm sensations flood my body.
I could fuck you right now, beautiful Joseph.
Cally comes into the change room and sits next to me.
“Have you seen Joseph anywhere?” I ask as I place my robe on.
“No, I have not been all the way around the club. I’ve only walked past the first couple of rows,” she replies.
“He said he was going to sit close to the stage, but I couldn’t see him anywhere,” I say, now curious about his whereabouts.
“You never know, he may have sneaked into his office,” Cally says.
“He better not be in there,” I reply, feeling annoyed that it might be a distinct possibility.
“Give it another show, and then you can check on your break,” Cally says. I love how awesome she is. Ty is super lucky to have her, that’s for sure.
“Well, I hope he is watching this one, I am going to be oiled up. I am with Cherry doing the Egyptian routine.”
“Damn, I miss that one. I always did that with you,” Cally says.
“Ask her to swap, it will be fun,” I say smiling.
“I might just do that,” Cally replies kissing me on my cheek. She smells like lavender and musk.
I watch as she walks around the corner. It will be fun to perform with Cally again. We have that friend’s intuition about what to do to drive the crowd wild.
Cherry is super-sexy and has lovely dark nipples. Her olive colored skin and jet-black hair is such an attraction to the men. She doesn’t look much different to Bell, so maybe it is better that Joseph doesn’t see me with her.
I don’t want him thinking of Bell… I need me to be in his thoughts.
Cally comes back around the corner. “All sorted, Cherry is going to walk the floor for a while,” she says.
“Cool, you remember the drill?”
“How can I forget, it was us that came up with the routine,” Cally replies laughing.
I push my full breasts into my gold, sequined top. I plump my cleavage up as best as I can. I wrap the golden belt around my waist. The lights catch the fake rubies and emeralds and all of me sparkles as I gyrate my hips in the mirror. Fine, white silk flows across my legs covering my shaven pussy. I slip on the gold colored headdress and look at myself in the full-length mirror.
Well Joseph, if you miss this show, you will be sorry… definitely.
I glance at Cally, she slips on her headdress and is ready too.
“Don’t forget the baby oil,” she says.
“It wouldn’t be the same without it,” I reply with a grin.
We walk to the stage and listen to the introduction. We stand on the large, black, plastic sheet that has been placed on the floor. I push my eye to the hole in the curtain. There is still no sign of Joseph.
The old style Egyptian music starts and the curtain slowly opens. Cally and I begin with our sexy belly dancing. I cast my eyes across the sea of faces that are intently watching. I can’t see Joseph anywhere. We face each other and take a step forward. I pull on Cally’s golden belt as she grabs hold of my top. We pull together and hold the costume above our heads. Our eyes lock, and we smile at the uproar from the audience.
I reach for a small golden jug of baby oil. We face each other and get to our knees. I raise my hand and drizzle oil over Cally’s sweetly curved mounds. I hand her the jug as I rub the oil across her breasts. My fingers rub over her pink nipples as she does her most seductive face. I feel them harden under my touch.
The oil runs down my belly, and I feel it running over the velvety skin of my pussy. Cally lifts her hand and gently massages the oil into the soft folds of my moist pussy lips. It is hard not to get turned on with her blissful touch. Our bodies glisten under the spotlight as we rub our oiled bodies against each other. The crowd goes mad as our hands move over every inch of each other’s glistening body.
The music fades and the lights dim as the show comes to a climatic end. The curtain closes, and we wrap ourselves in bathrobes as we walk back to the changing rooms.
“That was so much fucking fun,” I sing out with pleasure.
“It sure was, I will have to try it with Ty!” Cally laughs.
“Well I am going to see if Joseph is in his office, I am well-oiled for him, it seems.” I laugh.
I walk to Joseph’s office and punch in the code. The door opens, and I look inside. The office is empty. Just the crackle of radios. I move to his desk and see shots of the club on the screen.
Live feeds of the club. I wonder if I can find him?
I flick through the camera views and I see the audience around the tables. He is not in any of them. Maybe he is in one of the pods. I start flicking through the feeds to the pods. I can’t see him in any. I just see the back of Cherry dancing. She steps to the side, and then I see Joseph’s head.
That naughty girl, no wonder he wasn’t watching…
I sit in the chair and zoom in with the camera. I watch as Cherry opens her top. Her heaving breasts fall to Joseph. He smiles and licks his lips.
You bastard! Ugh!!!
Cherry slips her fingers into her tight shorts. She slips them to the floor. She faces away from him and bends over. I see his hands placed on her hips.
No fucking touching, fucking house rules. I’m so angry right now.
Cherry turns back to Joseph and places her foot on the chair.
Don’t you dare fucking do it…
I watch as Cherry slides her finger inside her pussy. Her hand is on Joseph’s shoulder as she pushes her hard nipples closer to his face. I watch her head bow, and her long black hair falls over his head.
I know all the moves, I can see you, and I know exactly what you are doing.
I watch for another
few minutes, anger begins flooding through my body.
Just you fucken wait till I get my hands on you. Seriously!
“Stress sucks big time.”
Joseph
“Okay… I think!”
Cherry has her foot on the chair next to my leg. She has slid her fingers inside her pussy.
This is a bit extreme for a dance, I think.
She bows her head, and her long black hair falls over my face. Her mouth moves closer to my ear.
“You want to go to the back later?” she asks.
“Are you kidding me?” I reply.
“Of course not, I can show you some extra special treatment,” she replies with a seductive tone.
Cherry removes her finger from her pussy and wipes it under my nose. I smell the fragrant sweetness of her arousal. I pull my head back from her finger in shock.
“Are you sure you should be doing this?” I ask.
“Why not, you are a sexy hunk of a man, and I am pure sex on legs,” she says, extremely sure of herself.
I see a flash of white behind Cherry. A hand appears in her hair and drags her backward.
“Get dressed and fuck off,” Stacey snarls.
“What is wrong with you? Everyone here is fair game,” she barks.
“Not him, he is mine,” Stacey says through gritted teeth.
“What gives you the right to claim him?” Cherry yells.
“My foot in your ass gives me the right, now fuck off, before I show you,” Stacey yells.
“I…” I start to say.
Stacey glares at me, “And you can keep it fucking buttoned, I have not finished with you,” she snarls. I slump back in my seat and close my mouth.
Hell hath no fury like a woman’s scorn. Shit, Stacey is really fucking scorned.
“I am going to speak to Shona about this,” Cherry replies.
Stacey laughs, “That will not do you much good I am afraid.”
“This isn’t over,” Cherry replies slipping back into her clothes.
“It fucken well is finished, for you at least!” God, she’s hot when she’s mad.
I sit watching. I feel a lump in my throat rise because I know I am in the shit with Stacey. Cherry finishes getting dressed and leaves the pod.
Stacey glares at me and tenses her jaw. “I thought you were fucken different,” she says quietly.
“I was trying to stop h…” I try to reply.
“You were on the camera. You broke the house rules,” she says.
“I was trying to push her away from me, Stacey.”
“That is fucking easy to say,” she answers.
“I promise you, nothing is what it seems. I will show you.”
“You better fucking show me or else,” she snaps finally.
“Come with me to the office,” I say plainly.
I get up from the pod and take hold of Stacey’s arm, she pulls it away from my grasp.
“Don’t fucking touch me, or at least not yet,” she says.
We walk back past the stage and along the hallway toward my office. The change room door is open, and I hear Cherry's voice.
“The bitch dragged me off him, he was mine,” I hear Cherry say.
Stacey darts into the changing room. “You better watch your fucking mouth, or I will close it for you,” she yells.
“Just because you are friends with Shona and Cally, you think y…”
I stand in amazement as Stacey swipes her hand across Cherry’s face. The crack of her hand fills the room.
“They might be friends, but I don’t need them to fight my fucking battles,” Stacey yells. Cherry stands back rubbing her face.
Fuck, I have a wild one here. God give me strength.
Stacey turns her back and storms out of the changing room. “With ME, NOW!” she snarls. I follow her like a puppy following food.
I am not going to rile her up more, not now. Stacey storms up to my office and punches the code in the door like a boss. She gestures for me to enter and walks in behind me.
“Sit your ass down and prove your point. And it better be good,” she says, now with her arms crossed.
I sit at the desk and flick back to the time where Cherry first approached my pod. I lift my gaze to Stacey.
“I thought you were going to sit where you could watch me?’ she asks.
“So did I. But just look how many people there are,” I explain.
I flick the main camera over the customers. The place was full, from the very moment we arrived.
“I will let you off on that one,” Stacey says.
I flick back to the camera on the pod. “The camera angle doesn’t show everything on this, I know, you might be hidden,” Stacey says.
“You think I didn’t think of that when I had the system installed?” I ask.
“Okay then smarty pants, show me.”
I hit the button, and the screen splits into two. Both cameras play alongside each other. Every angle is covered.
“That helps, but what about sound, you could be saying things to encourage her,” Stacey says.
I hit the “S” button and as if by magic sound comes from the speakers. I grin to myself and look into Stacey’s eyes.
“Okay, so you have covered all the angles. Just show me,” she says.
I hit the play button, and we begin to watch. Stacey leans closer as she listens carefully to what is being said on the recording.
“You want me to dance for you?” Cherry asks.
“No, I am okay thank you,” I reply.
“A hunk of a guy like you should not be alone,” she says.
“I am not alone.”
“You look alone to me, let me keep you company.”
“I am fine watching the shows,” I say plainly.
We watch as Cherry slips from her dress. She runs her hands down over her sultry curves. She cups her breasts and bites her bottom lip; she teases the tips of her nipples as she leans toward me.
“Do you like my hard nipples?” she asks.
“Yeah, sure,” I reply.
“I can feel my pussy is moist, you want to look,” she says.
“I am fine, I would prefer not to,” I say.
“Don’t be such a spoil sport,” Cherry whispers.
Now, we see her raise her leg and put it on the chair next to me. She runs her fingers over her flat belly and places her hand on her dark pussy lips.
“Ooh, I am so wet, I wish it was yo…” the recording starts to say
Stacey hits the pause button.
“Okay, I get your point. Where is the bit with your hands on her hips?” she asks, making sure I am being honest.
I scroll through the recording. We see Cherry as she faces away from me. She leans back as if to sit on my lap. She wobbles and begins to fall.
“Ooh, you caught me, I was falling toward you,” Cherry says.
“You should be more careful,” I reply.
I push Cherry back to her feet and wipe my hands on my pants.
“Okay, I have seen enough, for now, don’t fucking delete it though,” Stacey says.
“Are you satisfied?” I ask smiling.
“Okay, it was not what it seemed. I am not saying ‘sorry’ though.”
“I don’t want you to.”
Stacey stands and sits on the edge of the desk.
“Why did you come looking for me here?” I ask.
“I thought you might have sneaked off and come to work,” she explains.
“I said I was going to watch you, and I did.”
“So, you saw Cally and me?” she asks, perking her tone up a notch.
“That, I missed.”
“That show was the best, can you replay it?”
“Of course,” I reply with a wide grin.
I change the camera view to the stage. I zoom in until the screen just shows the center.
I hit “Play.”
We watch as Cally and Stacey walk from the side of the stage.
“Watch my belly da
nce,” Stacey says.
We watch closely as they begin their sexy routine.
“You don’t have much of a belly for this.”
“My sexiness more than makes up for it.”
I fast forward, they are naked on stage and start to pour oil over themselves.
“Now that is fucking sexy,” I comment as I feel my dick rise.
“That is why I came here for you, I was all oiled up and wanted to surprise you,” Stacey explains.
“It is a shame you are not oiled up now.”
“You never know,” she replies.
I spin the swivel chair. Stacey stands in front of me and bites her lip. She pulls the belt on her bathrobe. It falls open. Her body shines in the light. I reach forward and run my finger over her skin.
“You are still slippery from the oil,” I say.
“Good,” she replies.
She drops the robe to the floor and stands naked in front of me like a goddess.
I sit forward in the chair. I cup a breast in each hand, I squeeze them and gently massage. The oil covers my fingers. I run over Stacey’s tightly beaded nipples. They reach full hardness as I lean forward and let my tongue dance over the tips.
Oil has an interesting flavor…
Stacey arches her back, her moans teasing me. I feel the hard pulse of my arousal hardening in my pants. Stacey stands back and I pull against the buckle on my belt. I drop my pants to the floor and flick them free from my feet. Now, the growing arousal twitches wanting her as I unbutton my shirt.
“No shorts I see,” says Stacey.
“I did not wear any in case this happened.” I smile.
She lowers her hand and caresses my balls. Her finger slips through the cheeks of my ass as I laugh.
“Ticklish?” she asks.
“There I am,” I reply.
Her fingers wrap around the base of my shaft. My hot flesh growing under her touch. Her hand strokes softly as I step closer to her soft, oily curving flesh. I run my hands over her body, the satin touch of her skin is perfection as my hand lowers over her belly.
The soft, slippery wetness of her pussy pushes against my hand. I caress the oily lips as Stacey sighs with ultimate pleasure-filled gasps of breathlessness. Her face contorts, and her bottom lip vanishes as she bites it out of existence. Her soft groans fill the office.
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