don’t have to clamor to be right up front.
The first thing I see when she comes out from behind the curtain is her shoes. Tonight she’s wearing fuck me red platform heels that make her legs look a mile long. I take my time working my eyes up her body, admiring each part that I see. Her calves are toned and her thighs are tight. She has on a sparkling red thong that doesn’t leave much to the imagination, just enough to make a guy wonder. Her belly button is pierced and there’s a bunch of jewels hanging from it. I keep perusing upward to her spectacular breasts. There’s more than a handful there and I’d love to find out how much I can pull into my mouth. She’s got them covered with a tiny top that matches her thong, but I know that won’t be there very long.
She spins around and shows us her back, that ass is luscious. I can picture myself kissing, licking, and biting that flesh while she writhes around underneath me. She’ll spread her legs and let me take my tongue where she wants it the most. My cock is now straining against my zipper, trying to get a peek for himself. I adjust things a little to try and lessen the pain but it doesn’t do much good. Vixen starts to sway to the music, dancing backward toward the pole. She does something that makes her ass wiggle and the crowd goes wild. Once her back meets the pole, she reaches up with one hand and slides slowly down to the floor, ending in the splits. Her flexibility is amazing and I’m sure it shows in bed. I’d like to have those legs wrapped around my head as I dive into her with my tongue. As the music reaches the first chorus, she pulls herself up from the floor and up the pole. She then wraps her legs around it and falls backward, hanging upside down, her tits almost falling out of her top. As she hangs there she puts her hands on her chest and slowly unties the bow on the back of her top. She takes her time and then pulls the material away from her body, lowering herself to a handstand on the stage. The men are practically screaming now, trying to get her attention.
Vixen kicks off the pole, bends her spine backward, and stands up. It’s like an erotic gymnastic routine. She’s smiling and obviously enjoying her dance. She looks around at all the men and their money and starts to work each one for a few seconds as they tuck their bucks in her thong. All of a sudden she stops and I realize that she’s looking at me. I meet her eyes and I almost fall down. I can’t fucking believe this.
Vixen is Stephanie, my computer system security specialist.
N o, no, no, this isn’t happening, I keep repeating in my head. There’s no way that James fucking Owens is here in this shit hole. Why would a man of his social standing be here. I chose this place because it’s in a different county from where I live and work and I could have anonymity. Fuck. I’ve got to finish this routine and get the fuck out of here. Hopefully he didn’t realize that it’s me since I’m wearing my wig, contacts, and pounds of makeup. I make sure not to look his way again and continue with my dance, trying to make every man feel special for the two seconds I spend with him. As the song winds down, I make my way toward the curtain and end my dance in the splits, a move that is always a crowd pleaser. I don’t waste any time getting up and rushing to the back, knowing that Trevor will collect any cash that’s still on the stage.
Once I’m in the dressing area, I take a minute to calm my nerves. I look at myself in the mirror and know that I don’t look anything like Stephanie the computer nerd. My Vixen persona is highly developed and hasn’t failed me yet. But, just to be sure, I’m not going to take off my disguise, in case James tries to approach me. Wait a second, he was here last time but he had a beard. I knew he seemed familiar; he’s my dolphin!
This is all too much to process. I sit down on the disgustingly dirty bench and try and catch my breath. I
The first thing I see when she comes out from behind the curtain is her shoes. Tonight she’s wearing fuck me red platform heels that make her legs look a mile long. I take my time working my eyes up her body, admiring each part that I see. Her calves are toned and her thighs are tight. She has on a sparkling red thong that doesn’t leave much to the imagination, just enough to make a guy wonder. Her belly button is pierced and there’s a bunch of jewels hanging from it. I keep perusing upward to her spectacular breasts. There’s more than a handful there and I’d love to find out how much I can pull into my mouth. She’s got them covered with a tiny top that matches her thong, but I know that won’t be there very long.
She spins around and shows us her back, that ass is luscious. I can picture myself kissing, licking, and biting that flesh while she writhes around underneath me. She’ll spread her legs and let me take my tongue where she wants it the most. My cock is now straining against my zipper, trying to get a peek for himself. I adjust things a little to try and lessen the pain but it doesn’t do much good. Vixen starts to sway to the music, dancing backward toward the pole. She does something that makes her ass wiggle and the crowd goes wild. Once her back meets the pole, she reaches up with one hand and slides slowly down to the floor, ending in the splits. Her flexibility is amazing and I’m sure it shows in bed. I’d like to have those legs wrapped around my head as I dive into her with my tongue. As the music reaches the first chorus, she pulls herself up from the floor and up the pole. She then wraps her legs around it and falls backward, hanging upside down, her tits almost falling out of her top. As she hangs there she puts her hands on her chest and slowly unties the bow on the back of her top. She takes her time and then pulls the material away from her body, lowering herself to a handstand on the stage. The men are practically screaming now, trying to get her attention.
Vixen kicks off the pole, bends her spine backward, and stands up. It’s like an erotic gymnastic routine. She’s smiling and obviously enjoying her dance. She looks around at all the men and their money and starts to work each one for a few seconds as they tuck their bucks in her thong. All of a sudden she stops and I realize that she’s looking at me. I meet her eyes and I almost fall down. I can’t fucking believe this.
Vixen is Stephanie, my computer system security specialist.
N o, no, no, this isn’t happening, I keep repeating in my head. There’s no way that James fucking Owens is here in this shit hole. Why would a man of his social standing be here. I chose this place because it’s in a different county from where I live and work and I could have anonymity. Fuck. I’ve got to finish this routine and get the fuck out of here. Hopefully he didn’t realize that it’s me since I’m wearing my wig, contacts, and pounds of makeup. I make sure not to look his way again and continue with my dance, trying to make every man feel special for the two seconds I spend with him. As the song winds down, I make my way toward the curtain and end my dance in the splits, a move that is always a crowd pleaser. I don’t waste any time getting up and rushing to the back, knowing that Trevor will collect any cash that’s still on the stage.
Once I’m in the dressing area, I take a minute to calm my nerves. I look at myself in the mirror and know that I don’t look anything like Stephanie the computer nerd. My Vixen persona is highly developed and hasn’t failed me yet. But, just to be sure, I’m not going to take off my disguise, in case James tries to approach me. Wait a second, he was here last time but he had a beard. I knew he seemed familiar; he’s my dolphin!
This is all too much to process. I sit down on the disgustingly dirty bench and try and catch my breath. I
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