Chapter 6

Instead of acting all shy, I decided to just drop it on the ground as if nothing mattered. I danced hard to Usher’s DJ Got Us Falling In Love, my full breasts bouncing everywhere. A lot of money now appeared on the floor, twice as much as during my first dance, and it just kept coming. I made sure to stop center-stage and cup my breasts, giving them several good squeezes before I did another full turn on the pole. I figured we were close to the end of the song, so I placed my hands on my hips and shimmied side-to-side while pushing my tiny skirt down. I ended the song topless in only my thong and thigh-high white stockings.

The DJ ran through his twenty-second spiel about getting lap dances while I collected my thoughts. My nerves had settled somewhat, but there was still one more thing to do: remove my thong and expose myself completely to these guys. I tweaked my nipples to get them to stiffen as my last song started, Shake That by Nate Dogg and Eminem. The song is about two friends going to a strip club, so it seems like a natural choice, although somewhat clichéd. Still, the hard-driving beat permeated my body, and I couldn’t help but move to it.

I turned away from the crowd and shook, or maybe jerked is a better word, my ass to the beat. I slipped my fingers through my little thong string and slid it down with the beat, moving my bottom from side to side as the thong fell lower and lower. The crowd went wild as the DJ hit some very bright lights to highlight my ass.

Atta girl! They seem to love your asshole, now show them everything.

I closed my legs to let my thong drop to the floor. Then, I spun halfway around to face the audience again. Without any further ado, I spread my legs and reached down to the sides of my pussy, and pulled my lips apart. Raven had done this earlier, showing them her pink inner lips.

I felt my face flush as the men cheered; I was embarrassed, but I didn’t think anyone was looking at my face. I brought my left hand up to cup my breast while the fingers of my right slid back and forth over my pussy.

My ... wet pussy! The butterflies have flown, and now I’m ... excited?

I strutted around the edge of the stage, no longer afraid, so I could be closer to the men. In fact, I felt empowered. These men were putty in my hands. I felt I could get them to do anything I wanted. I licked my fingers and tasted my arousal. The rules were very clear on not inserting anything inside my body, but I could run my fingers between my pussy lips and over my clit, which felt amazing while being watched by the audience.

My mind began to swim in a sexual fog, to the point that I felt somewhat detached from the club and all of its goings-on and just enjoyed myself in an almost out-of-body experience. Before I knew it, the song ended, and I found myself onstage with my left hand holding my breast up to my mouth, my tongue circling my nipple, and my right hand stroking my clit. Dollar bills flew all around me, and it took me a moment to realize that I needed to pick them all up. I got down on my hands and knees as I tried to sweep them together into a pile. The next girl up, Candace, a sexy and petite little Latina, actually came out to help me as I was taking too long. I stuffed handfuls of dollar bills into my purse, and it soon overflowed. I was only about half done.

I finally got offstage. I quickly put my little outfit back on. Adrenaline was still surging through my body; it was a mind-blowing high that I hadn’t expected. This was actually a lot of fun, showing off in such an overt, sexual way, and I loved the roar of applause that I’d received from the guys. Hesitantly, I walked out into the large space in front of the stage. There were two men sitting at the first table I came to, and one of them immediately flagged me down.

“You’re hotter’n a two-dollar pistol, ain’t ya, girl? Can I get me a dance?” he said in a deep southern drawl.

My eyes widened. “Yeah ... ummm ... sure.”

He was older, maybe in his mid-forties, and wearing tight jeans, a western shirt, and cowboy boots. He slid a twenty-dollar bill across the table, and I folded it and stuffed it inside my bra. He extended his leg, and I straddled it. Another song began playing, and I began to seductively grind my pussy into his thigh while I reached my right hand into the left cup of my bra and pulled out my breast. I repeated the process with my other breast.

He smiled as I pressed my bare chest into his. “You can just stay right here the whole dance, darlin’.”

I rose up off him and grazed his chin with my cleavage. “Sorry, cowboy. I can’t stay in any one position too long, club rules.”

And I better watch out! I didn’t mean to bump his face, but with my bra still on but my breasts out, it’s making them stick out further than when they hung naturally.

Adhering to the club’s rules, he kept his hands by his sides and didn’t try to touch me. When I looked over, I saw there was a burly security guard about fifteen feet away from us, keeping a watchful eye over me and the rest of the girls.