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When I saw her do this move before, I thought that perhaps she had some ballet training. But now I think it’s more than that.
My lovely little ballerina is truly talented and well trained. The fact that Cerise is working here at Club X is a puzzle. She’s been involved in a hardcore ballet program somewhere, I can tell. Unless she has recently quit, she is doing something very forbidden in the ballet world.
I sit back and watch her climb the pole again, hiding a smirk. Moonlighting here is a definite no no, whether her program explicitly says so or not.
The song shifts just as she pulls on the strings of her top.
“Cerise,” I command. “Come here.”
I pat my thigh. She blushes, climbing to her feet. Her hips sway as she pads over to me. Her cheeks color again when she stands over me, leaning forward to push my shoulders back against the red velvet booth.
As she looks me right in the eye, I wonder how she manages to blush on cue. I know it’s doubtless a manipulation of some sort. But I have to say, it’s working on me. I can feel myself falling under her spell.
Especially when she straddles my lap and sinks down so that I feel the exquisite pleasure of her ass against my thighs. My instinct is to grab her, to take control.
I am always in control.
But I just ball my hands into fists and tense my whole body.
“You should be mine,” I tell her, looking at her perfect little tits.
She puts her hands up against the booth behind my head. “I am yours, Mr. X. You can ask me for anything tonight.”
I scowl. “What if I want you at my beck and call? Hmm?”
I raise a hand and push her hair off her neck. It’s so fucking silky and soft against my fingers.
Cerise shakes her head. “I don’t know.”
She rolls her body, grinding against my cock. My eyes narrow on her face.
“I could be your patron. That’s what all the girls here want, isn’t it?”
Her brow wrinkles. “Too much talking. Not enough dancing. Don’t you agree?”
I clench my jaw. I think she just found a polite way to tell me to shut up. Then again, she’s pretty much dry humping me. I try to relax, try to focus on the softness of her skin, the gentle hint of rose that wafts off her neck, the warmth of her pressed against me.
It’s almost like intimacy and just as addictive.
She looks me in the eye; I can see from this close that her eyes are tawny brown with green flecks. She presses her hands against my chest, biting her lip, and leans close to my ear.
I’m not sure what I’m expecting, but she just lets out the breathiest sound, the tiniest of moans. She grinds her body against mine as she grabs my hands and brings them to her waist.
“Fuck,” I grit out. I’m surprised at how this girl has managed to turn me out. I lift a hand and plunge it into her hair, wishing more than anything I could pull her in for a kiss.
Of course, I can think of other ways that she could please me… My eyes are glued on her mouth, imagining her on her knees, opening those lips, sucking my fucking cock.
My cock is currently pressed between our bodies; each time she grinds on it or rolls her body, I come a little bit closer to doing something very, very wicked to my little ballerina.
“Tell me something,” I whisper. “Do you know how much this turns me on?”
She blushes and grins. She undulates her body, rolling it against me, and cocks a brow. “Why don’t you tell me?”
Instinctively, my grip tightens in her hair. She’s so dainty as she rides my lap, so angelic and yet so fucking dirty. She gasps in surprise as I start to move against her, thrusting my cock up between our bodies.
She stills for the barest moment; I seem to have crossed one of her boundaries though she doesn’t say so.
I take my hand out of her hair and return it to her waist, knowing that I could easily snap and take things too far.
