My mate leaned in to kiss my cheek. Then he gently nipped at my earlobe. “Because I love seeing you horny.”
Just then, the dark-skinned omega who’d led us to our table walked up onto the podium. He held a small microphone.
“Welcome to Utopia.”
A gentle swell of applause followed.
“Tonight’s performer is the incredibly talented Mone.” More applause. Lothair clapped excitedly next to me. “At midnight, we have a surprise for you. Have a wonderful evening”—the omega lifted a finger and waggled his eyebrows—“and remember the rules.”
With that, he stepped off the podium, and the lights dimmed.
William, our server, brought us drinks, a sultry smile in place as he pushed his chest out toward me. He wanted me to look, so I did.
The sticky cocktail tasted too sweet.Slippery Nipple. I chuckled to myself as I put the glass on the table.
“Can I have a taste?” Lothair asked.
“Sure.”
Instead of reaching for my glass, he kissed me, pushing his tongue into my mouth.
“So sweet.”
“We’re in public,” I reminded him.
Lothair patted my thigh under the table. “Nobody can see us in this booth with the stage lights up there. Besides, they’re all looking at the podium.”
I looked up too. The lights changed color to greenish blue, illuminating a large throne that hadn’t been there before. It had carvings that looked like octopuses and thick tentacles instead of legs. In the middle of the seat sat…a dildo.
I wasn’t even surprised anymore. It was shaped like yet another tentacle, thick like my forearm and lined with suckers.
A dancer appeared next, dressed in blue-and-green lingerie. His skin was painted with shimmering scales, and his long hair was braided. A heavy beat vibrated through the floors, and the lights throbbed.
He was mesmerizing. I found myself watching the performance with fascination. He danced around the throne, getting closer and backing off again, gyrating his hips around the legs and running his hands along the armrests. At one point, he knelt and bowed to it, then he shot up and licked at the tentacle dildo before vaulting backward.
During the dance, he cleverly shed his clothing. I’d never seen a stripper move like that. It was like he was made of rubber. Naked aside from a garter belt, hepushed his ass out and spread his legs, flashing the room his rosy asshole, and an excited hum ran through the crowd.
He got closer and closer to the seat of the throne until he balanced with his feet on the armrests, his pucker lined up with the tip of the dildo. He circled his hips, but merely the very tip of the tentacle tickled his hole.
The tease jumped off again and sat by the throne, licking the tentacle as he blatantly stroked his cock.
“Is he going to fuck himself on it or not?” I asked Lothair. The show was edging me like crazy.
“Impatient, are you?”
I grunted.
Yes, I was.
And I loved the show.
It was filthy but beautiful, the dancer unbelievably skilled and so sexy I could have come in my pants with a few strokes over my bulge.
Finally, oh finally, the dancer sat on the throne. He threw his head back and began to move, gyrating his hips and writhing. The music quieted, and in the sudden silence, his high-pitched moans resonated.
He lifted his legs and, with his feet on the wide seat and hands clutching the armrests, he showed off his asshole as it glided over the thick tentacle, suckers popping in and out. He fucked himself on the toy faster and faster, sometimes sinking down until his ass cheeks touched the seat, sometimes taking in the tip only. The tentacle dildo glistened with his slick.
His cries grew in intensity, and the entire room seemed to hold its breath.
