Never, in the three years that I have been a dancer, has a man had that kind of effect on me.
As I bend my knees and slide my center down his chest, one thought swims through my mind.
I’d break all the rules for this man.
Chapter Two
“You wanna fly, you got to give up the shit that weighs you down.”
― Toni Morrison
Two nights later I’m back at work. In the past forty-eight hours, I’ve pretty much thought of nothing other than the man with the suit and the effect he had on my body. I’ve thought of his brown hair and imagined how soft and silky it would feel threaded through my fingers.
I’ve thought about his brown eyes and how they’d feel if they roamed my naked body with absolute, hungry abandonment. I’ve thought about what his stomach would feel like as my hands traced over the contours of his defined abdominal muscles and most of all I’ve thought about how his cock would feel driving in and out of me. Hard.
Just the picture in my mind has my stomach fluttering and my thighs clenching together.
I wonder if he’ll be here tonight.
The persistent throb in my clit thrums with renewed hope at the thought of seeing him again when I go onstage tonight.
“Anna?”
“In here,” I answer.
The door to my private dressing room opens and Bill walks in. Perching a cheek of his ass on the edge of my vanity unit, he looks over my face.
“Is everything okay? You look flushed.”
“Everything is fine.” Besides the throbbing between my legs.
“Good. Moneesha called in sick. Can you do three songs tonight? You don’t have to do them in a row if you don’t want to, though.”
“Sure. Three is fine. Do you want me to dance one song first, when Moneesha would usually go on, and then my two to close. Or, would you prefer me to dance all three at the end of the night?”
“It’s up to you, but I would prefer you to break them up if you can.”
“I can.”
“Good. You’re on in thirty.” He stands to leave.
“Wait,” I call. “What song am I dancing to first?”
He smirks. “Ginuwine’s ‘Pony’.”
“No fucking way!” I shout, standing up, ready to…I don’t know, grab his hand and sink to my knees so I can beg.
He grins outright this time. “Kidding, Anna. Gee, you’re so easy to get a rise out of. You got ‘Cherry Pie’.”
“Oh.” I sit back down and calm myself. Warrant’s “Cherry Pie” is much more my style of song to dance to.
I hear my door click closed when an idea springs to mind.
“Bill,” I yell as I race to the door.
“Yeah?”
“Make sure that water hose you brought a few weeks ago is set up by the left entrance to the stage.”
A huge grin spreads across his face as I wink at him and saunter back into my dressing room.
I look through my closet and find a cherry red glittery outfit consisting of a barely there string thong, a matching string bikini top and a wrap around, tie-up skirt. Then, I slide on a pair of strappy clear platform stilettos and lather my body in oil.
I tie my hair up in a high ponytail on top of my head so my locks hang down, sweeping just below my shoulders. After I apply a thick coat of shiny lip-gloss, I make my way to the side of the stage.
Spying the water hose, I pick it up and wet a trail from the edge of the back stage curtains right to the pole in the center. The curtains are still closed across the front and the lights are dimmed down, so no one can see me.
Once the stage is sufficiently wet, I hide the hose behind the curtain in a spot that I’ll have easy access to later in my routine.
Truth be told, I’ve never danced on stage to “Cherry Pie” before, but I’ve always had this picture in my mind of the performance I’m about to do. I just hope I can pull it off.
Standing off to the side, I take a deep breath in and let it out. The lights come on, illuminating the stage and silence falls over the crowd.
The first beats of the song fill the room, but I don’t move. I need to wait for the perfect timing. I know the men are probably wondering if I’ve gotten stage fright. That’s never been a problem for me, I just need to get the timing right. Plus, from my experience, men love the anticipation.
As soon as the band starts to belt out the opening lines, I run and then tuck my legs off to the side once I hit the entrance to the stage. The oil lathered on my body combines with the water on the ground and I slide towards the stage. My hand sits behind me slightly, helping keep my balance, but also because I’ve cupped my palm and water flies up over me.
Once I reach the pole, I grip it and bring my legs in front of me, spreading them so they wrap around the metal tube. The momentum swings me up and around and then I slide effortlessly down the pole and begin dancing.
Each time I make eye contact with the men, they’re mesmerized. Completely enraptured. It makes me feel powerful. My eyes light up when I spot a man in the front row. His jaw is hanging open and he’s got one hand resting over his lap, hiding his obvious arousal.
A smile pulls my lips wide and I strut toward him. Grabbing his tie, I pull him up on stage and tell him to lie down on his back. The song is coming to an end and I know I’ve only got about thirty seconds, so I have to be quick.
Placing my feet on either side of his head, I crouch down over him. He groans beneath me as I slide over him, shaking my ass in his face. I rub my hands over his stomach and down his thighs as I crawl over his body, slinking like a leopard. All the while, I’m licking my lips and keeping my attention on the men in the audience.
Once I reach his crotch area and the song starts to wind down, I grind my pelvis on his and then stand. Helping him up, I look him in the eyes and smile.
“Thanks for being a good sport.” I kiss his cheek and gesture with my hand that he can go back to his seat.
“Do you, uh, want to get out of here?”
“Aw, honey. You couldn’t handle a firecracker like me.”
I pat him on the shoulder and walk off the stage as the room goes black.
Once I get back to my room, I’m a little disappointed that they guy from the other night wasn’t there. I know it’s only early though and most don’t arrive for a few hours.
Because I don’t have to go on stage for another two hours, I decide to have a shower and wash the mixture of oil and water off my body.
After I’m done, I shrug on a robe and sit down by the window to chill for a bit before I have to get ready again.
“You decent, Anna?” Bill’s voice interrupts my thoughts as he calls from the other side of my door.
“Yeah.”
He strides into my dressing room and when he spots me, his eyes go wide and his face lights up.
“That routine was un-fucking-believable!” He cheers. “They loved it. Every single man in that crowd had their tongues hanging out, and I bet fifty percent of them are already in the bathroom jerking themselves off over you. The other fifty percent will fuck their wives tonight with the image of you in their heads.”
He swoops me into his arms and holds me tight.
“Thanks,” I laugh.
“Don’t know if you saw it, but the stage was filled with dollar bills. I got Sparkles to collect it all up for you.”
Sparkles is Bill’s life partner. He’s the most flamboyant gay man I’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting. Bill is his exact opposite, but they work together and they’re the most loving, happy couple I’ve come across.
“I didn’t notice, but that’s awesome. I’m glad everyone liked the routine. The guy I bought up on stage liked it so much he asked me to leave with him,” I laugh.
“The men love you. Next week, you do that same dance as your last routine.”
“Sure.”
“I’ll leave you to it. You’re on in an hour.”
He leaves and I smile to myself, glad I pulled off the
routine exactly as I had imagined it.
~*~*~*~
An hour later I’m standing by the stage again. My legs feel jittery and I know it’s because there’s a chance that man might be here again. I’ve never felt this way about a guy and I’ve definitely never felt this way before a dance.
It’s not like an emotional connection or anything romantic like that. It’s more a physical connection. I want him physically. Sexually. I’m not in the market for a boyfriend or anything that requires commitment. One-night stands are my kryptonite. I like the excitement of meeting a guy and knowing that it’s one night, filled with pleasure for the both of us and then the next morning life goes on. At this point in my life, I don’t have time for anything more than a couple of hours of good, hard fucking.
And I want to fuck that man.
I want him to fuck me hard.
My body shakes from the shiver that runs through me and I feel my nipples straining against the sequined fabric of my barely-there, strapless, sky-blue bikini top.
The lights dim and Vivica scoots off the stage.
“Good luck out there,” she drawls in her thick Southern accent. “It’s filling up real quick and those men are horny, as in horny!”
“Looks like you benefited from that,” I grin, glancing down at the waistband of her thong. It’s stuffed with dollar bills.
“Sure did.”
She blows me a kiss and walks toward her dressing room. The music begins and the lights brighten as I walk slowly in beat to the song. My legs wrap around the pole and I twirl myself around, extending my legs and arching my back. Just as the song is finishing, I spy him in his booth. My heart rate increases as his gaze roams over my body. Even from here, I can see the fire in his eyes.
The song changes and I find a gentleman in the audience that looks willing. As I saunter over to him, he opens his legs slightly and sits back in his chair, awaiting his lap dance.
Because I work at an exclusive club, the men pay an extremely high membership fee, and part of this membership fee entitles them to free lap dances. Having said that, if they’d like an exclusive lap dance in a private room lasting six minutes, then they have to pay for it. The attention they receive on the main floor as part of their fees, lasts about thirty seconds and then I move onto the next man. I fit in as many men in my song timeframe – usually around six get a bit of bump and grind from me.
I work my way through the crowd until I’m standing in front of the man. His eyes widen as I lift my leg and place my foot in between his parted legs. I discreetly maneuver my toes so the toe of my platform heels are stroking against his erection.
Grabbing my hips and he moves me so I’m straddling him. Through his black dress pants, I can feel his thick, hard cock pressing against my moist, soft center. My breath hitches as I begin to move my body on his in time with the music.
Grabbing his head, I shove him in between my breasts and shake myself against him. Before I realize what’s happening, he’s shifted his face slightly and his mouth closes over my pasty-covered nipple. I grind down on him harder as my clit begins to throb and I become desperate for release.
The song is going to end soon, but I want more from this man.
“What’s your name, gorgeous?” I ask, whispering in his ear. I then grip his ear lobe between my teeth and bite down before dragging my teeth along it until it becomes free.
“Ethan,” he growls against my collarbone.
“I’m Anna,” I moan as he shifts his hips, making his cock jolt against my pussy.
“I’m going to fuck you Anna. Here, in front of everyone, or in private. The choice is yours, but either way, I’m going to fuck you.”
“Yes, you are.” I say, looking him square in the eyes. “Soon.”
I stand and make my way back to the stage, winking and smiling at everyone I pass. Some of the men stop me and cop a feel as they put money into my thong, others just hand it to me as I pass.
~*~*~*~
I need an orgasm. It’s that simple. The ache between my legs has turned into a steady throb and I need relief. That man just does something to my body. He makes my blood heat and my nerves come alive. Even though it’s been a while since I’ve felt the strong presence of a man between my legs, I’ve never had that kind of reaction to a guy.
God, just once in bed with him would be worth sacrificing my job.
One look at his built, muscular form and the confidence that shines bright in his eyes and you know you’re onto a winner.
I grab my bag and go to leave, but when I open the door, Ethan is standing there. His elbow is resting on the frame, his head leaning into his palm. He looks relaxed, confident and hungry.
“Anna,” he rumbles.
“Ethan,” I whisper.
His eyes drop from mine and travel the length of my body before meeting my gaze again. I briefly wonder what he’s thinking as he takes in my black yoga pants and loose fitting plum sweatshirt. I don’t think on it for long though, because he takes two steps into my room, placing his body flush up against mine.
My breath catches in my throat as his scent fills my nostrils. Fresh, clean and musky with a hint of soft cologne.
My body jerks back as he simultaneously grips my waist with one strong firm hand and pushes his hips into mine, walking me back until my body hits the wall. He flicks out his foot so the door slams shut and then his mouth is on mine.
I don’t hold back. Not one bit. I give him everything I’ve got to give. My hands wrap around his waist as his move from my waist to cup my face and tilt it to the side to deepen the kiss. His tongue plunges inside my mouth and duals with mine. He nips and bites on my lower lip before I suck his tongue deep into my mouth, earning a groan from him.
He pushes his body harder against mine and I can feel his hard length pressing into my stomach. One hand leaves my face and he traces down my side, over my hip and along my thigh before reaching under my knee. He lifts up and my leg automatically complies, wrapping around his waist. Now, his hardness sits right against my pussy. My body floods with warmth and the steady throb that was there earlier returns with a vengeance. He rocks his body into mine as I shamelessly grind myself against him.
The mood is broken when I hear a noise in the hallway. I drop my leg and push him back off me.
“In the bathroom,” I say, pointing to my right. “Quick.”
He gives me a quizzical look before smirking and then sauntering off.
“Knock, knock.” The voice accompanies a two-tap rasp on the door.
“Come in.” I run my fingers through my hair and try to shake of the impending orgasm look I imagine I’ve got going on.
“Hello, precious Anna.” Sparkles comes toward me and air kisses both of my cheeks, dramatically.
“Hey, Sparkles.”
“Great show tonight, precious.”
“Thanks,” I grin.
“Came by to bring your tips from that first act. The men loved it!”
He hands me a wad of cash and then air kisses me again.
“Best get back to my man,” he says, winking.
“Have a great night, Sparkles.” I turn anxiously toward the bathroom, praying Ethan doesn’t make a premature appearance.
“Oh,” he pauses at the door turning back to look at me. “Bill wants to see you before you leave.”
“Why?” I cock my eyebrow in question feigning nonchalance, when really my heart skips a beat and I’m hoping Bill hasn’t gotten wind of my favoritism of Ethan.
“Something about a Buck’s party tomorrow night,” he waves his hand about.
“Okay,” I let go of the breath I was holding. “Tell him I’ll be out in a minute.”
“Okay, precious.”
The door clicks shut softly and I quickly walk over to the bathroom. Ethan will have to sneak out the back way. I have no idea how he even got backstage unspotted in the first place!
“Hey,” I murmur when the door opens.
“Hey,” he rasps.
“Um, I have to, uh, go and see the boss man about something, so, um,” I stutter and leave the sentence unfinished.
He takes a step toward me and cups my face, using his thumb to gently place pressure so my head tilts and I’m looking into his beautiful eyes.
“This is going to happen,” he state firmly.
“Yes,” I breathe, because, god! I want nothing more than for him to be inside me.
He looks over my face and then nods once, sharply.
“Right. See you soon.”
He’s gone and immediately my body misses him, but I have to ignore my blatant want for him and go and see Bill.
~*~*~*~
“Fantastic show tonight, Anna.” Bill greets me shaking his head in admiration.
“Thanks, Bill. It was fun.”
“Excellent. Take a seat.” I do as I’m told before he continues. “As I said earlier, I’d like to see you perform that same first routine later in the night next week, when more patrons are here.”
I nod my agreement. “That suits me. Did you want me to swap one of my other routines for that one, or are we talking me taking to the stage three times a night for one night a week and two times the other six nights?”
“Well, that would be up to you.” He scratches his jaw in contemplation. “I, for one, wouldn’t be opposed to you doing three dances one night and two for the remaining nights. You’re by far our most popular act and with that routine, you’re popularity would increase and so would the clientele. It’s a win win situation for both of us, really. However, it depends on whether your body can take that many performances.”
“I don’t really think it would be a problem, as long as my dances were spaced out, similar to what was done tonight. If you can work it in, I’ll do the second act and the last two acts as per usual?”
He glances down at his paperwork before meeting my eyes again. “That’ll work,” he says with a grin.
“You didn’t think too hard about it, Bill. Sure you don’t want to sleep on it?” I tease.
“You know me better than that, An. I know what I want and I know a good business move when I see one. I’m not going to waste time sleeping over something I already know is a winner.”
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