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“You look good,” she complimented and I beamed in satisfaction, softly slapping on her cheek again. “But I’m straight,” she finished, straightening her shoulders to appear bold and I snickered at the attempt.
“You’ve never fucked your friends?”
Her eyes widened and she stared at me as if I was unhinged. “I… My friends and I are straight.”
“You don’t have to be gay to fuck your friends, Blue. I mean y’all are friends, you should just fuck each other for fun. Do you want me to teach you how?” She looked away from me, then creased her eyebrows and that was when I knew I had her right where I wanted her. “Uhn?”
“Okay,” she muttered under her breath and I smirked.
She was very beautiful, with warm skin and blue eyes. I wondered if that was contact lens; if it wasn’t, then that must be why her name was Blue.
“Good girl,” I whispered to her and she blushed. “I’ll call you later, right now I have to kill,” I announced, standing up and she gasped. “No not you, silly. I’m not going to kill you, but I’m not going to untie you either. I’ll call you and you have to come. I kill for a living, honey, you wouldn’t want me to hunt you.” She nodded quickly and I gave her a quick kiss before stepping out of the room.
The hall went dark and I walked to the stage with six other strippers. We stood, ready for the performance and I smiled when I realized that I chose the right stripper to replace since I was placed at the very front.
The stage was highlighted with a soft blue light shining on us, and the music started softly. I heard a couple of gasps from the perverted men. Now I just needed a signal to know which one was Troy, since they were all covering their faces with masks.
I carried myself with so much confidence that was probably turning the men on at the moment. There wasn’t any choreography, every stripper could do their own thing. So it couldn’t be that hard, it was just dancing.
I grabbed my pole and twirled my body around it, flowing with the beat. I teased them a little by bringing a leg to the front which caused the slit part to fall to the middle of my leg showing my full long leg.
Where the fuck was Gideon?
On cue, I saw him point a glass of wine to a man who collected it without taking his eyes off me, and I heard Yusuf whisper through the interlink.‘Target sported.’
Gideon bowed and left with the tray, while I smiled and focused my attention on Troy Antonio. I was here for him tonight, all for him.
He manspread on his chair when our eyes met. If anything, I was grateful that he was a bit close to the stage.
I trailed my fingers on my leg and threw my head back as if I enjoyed what I was doing.I mean I was.I went on my knees, cupped my pussy with both hands and moved my lower body back and forth.
I lowered my body sensually to the floor and hit my hand on the tiles while shaking my ass, with my eyes still on him. I saw him tighten his hold on the glass before he finished it in one big gulp.
I smirked. He was slowly wrapping himself in my fingers. I didn’t know it would be this easy to get his attention. Men and pussy.
I put my hand to my back one after the other and ground on the floor, throwing my head back and intentionally parting my lips.
All this to make it look like I was enjoying what I was doing.
Out of curiosity, I glanced around the hall to see most men staring at me.
See them. All ready to bow for me if I say so.
I stood and twisted my hips as if it was what I was born to do. Gosh, I was so multi-talented! I raised my hand and raked it through the wig, twisting my waist like a snake with my body following my sensual movements. I wrapped my legs around the pole and threw my upper body back almost causing my breast to fall out.
Now that would be something. I chuckled inwardly.
I looked at Troy to see his eyes still on me, imprinted on me as if he would die if he tore his eyes away from me,from my body, for even a moment.
I knew he must be thinking of different ways to bend me, to take me while I called out his name and the fact that he wouldn’t be able to do that turned me on and I held a laugh as I ground against the pole faster.
Getting away from the pole, I did the same move as I did earlier. Sensually dropping to the floor, but differently as I arched my back causing my tits to press on the floor and my ass up high in the air.
I bounced on the floor and returned my ass back to the air. I smirked when I heard a couple of groans from the men. I was torturing them and I loved every second of it.
If I was living a normal life, I would find it absurd and irritating that old men would call girls that were young enough to be their daughters and ask them to dance, then call them later for a private session to fuck them.
But I was not surprised. That was how it was in this part of the world and apparently, people were okay with it.
