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I can’t look at those two, and the lighting in here is too strong to see anybody else. I force myself not to squint and not to look at the patrons sitting in front of the stage. I already saw the looks on their faces, the way they were devouring me. Like I’m nothing but a piece of meat.
Luckily for me, they don’t seem to mind me closing my eyes as I sway in tune to the music. They’re too focused on the rest of my body, watching me reveal inch by inch of skin. I’m gliding now, feeling the music deep in my bones. A smile fights its way onto my face but is quickly erased when I open my eyes and see the two men leering.
Fuck, I don’t want to do this. It’s humiliating, and I hate how the two guys are watching me. Like I’m dessert being served to them on a silver platter. I nearly stumble again but catch myself just in time, spinning across the stage.
But I’m not done yet, and the hardest part is only just coming up.
I still have to take my top off.
Grinding my teeth together, I force my hands to wander over the bare expanse of my belly. The guys throw bills on the stage, but I’m too shaky to even check how much they’re worth.
“Strip, baby!” one of the patrons calls out, licking his lips as his eyes do what he just told me to. “Show us the damn goods!”
I bite my lower lip, forcing myself not to reply. Instead of giving him the satisfaction of my answer, I peel my top off my body, feeling their hungry eyes on my naked skin.
But I’m not grossed out anymore because now I’m imagining Myles. The way his cock throbbed in my mouth as I sucked him and the way he spilled all his seed just for me is enough to get me all hot and bothered. Now, my hands glide over my body with ease. I want this, want him, and I can only hope he’s watching from the shadows I can’t make out in the bright light of the stage lights.
Now I’m moving with a purpose, eager to show myself I can do this and prove to Myles bringing me here was the right choice. I tweak my nipples between my fingers, feeling them harden and form stiff peaks that are desperate to feel Myles’s mouth on them.
God, I want him to fuck me. The thought is making me drip, and I’m painfully aware of the wet spot forming on the front of my panties. I should be ashamed of myself and what I’m doing to make ends meet, but I’m past the point of caring. I’m too needy at the thought of Myles’s eyes and hands on me.
Recalling the salty-sweet taste of his cum is enough to get me moaning, and the two men in front of me are eager for more now, hungrily watching and cheering me on as my body spins and bends in tune with the music. I’m really getting a feel for it now and starting to enjoy exposing myself this way.
It still feels a little wrong, but I push my inhibitions to the side and allow my body to enjoy what I’m putting it through. The music is loud, the lights are hot, and if I close my eyes, I can imagine Myles watching me. I can almost feel him next to me, the phantom of his touch lingering on my skin as I touch myself for the patrons’ pleasure. I tune out their appreciative groans and force myself to finish the song on the stage under their watchful gazes. They are fucking loving this, devouring me with their eyes. One’s even got his hand on his crotch, which should really gross me out, but it doesn’t. All I can think about right now is Myles. His dark hair and eyes, his muscular figure… and most of all, the way his closeness makes me feel all desperate and needy for more of his touch.
More moans rip themselves from my lips. Fuck, I’m getting close to an orgasm even though I’ve barely touched my pussy. I could come here and now just thinking about that dirty man putting his hands on me again. I want him so bad.
I catch the eye of Samantha backstage, and she signals my time on the stage is almost over. I was so freaking scared of coming out here, but now I’m almost dreading finishing my dance. There’s a freedom I’ve found on the stage, which is unlike anything I’ve ever known before. Something compels me to tug on the minuscule panties I’m wearing. I pull them up first, allowing my pussy to eat at the fabric of them, the cotton slick and wet against me, exposing every fold and crevice. The men in front of the stage roar with pleasure, but I merely smile demurely and continue to tease them.
