Bands a make her dance, bands a make her dance. The music blared through the sound system as she swiveled round on the pole. She felt very powerful when she was doing this, she knew all the men wanted her, it gave her a thrill. She bounced her round and ample ass up and down, twerking in time to the music.
He watched her with a certain interest. She had everything he liked in a woman, her breasts were ample and so was her ass and thighs. The sight of her twerking made him hard and he wanted to do so much more to her flawless skin, pretty face and ass.
She finished her shift and got off the stage. The night had been good, the money stuffed in her underwear was indicative of the fact that she had indeed been able to please. She went to the bar to get a drink and unwind. Sitting there, sipping on it, it occurred to her that she might have a client that night, getting drunk was not the wisest thing to do. Shifting in her seat, she noticed a man staring at her and talking to the owner of the club.
She had seen him watch her dance. He had magnetic eyes and a perfect build, she felt drawn to him, he made her mouth water.
She put her glass back down on the bar and struck up conversation with the barman. His presence next to her was almost felt. She shivered a bit with tension.
'A vodka cranberry for the lady', a smooth voice spoke out.
He knew her drink without her even having looked at him. The drink was passed to her and she felt a hand on her back. This was not allowed for the most part, not without prior arrangement.
'I'm sorry sir; you can't touch me like that, rules'.
'Oh? Well I apologize, its just that when a lady makes herself look so good, one can hardly be blamed can one?'
The way he said it made her melt inside. She felt his raw sexual energy and it made her pussy wet. She wanted to be dominated by his perfect form, fucked hard and owned. Flushing, she downed her drink.
'I'm going to fuck you', he said softly, as if reading her thoughts, 'I'm going to own that body of yours, you will be mine tonight, and I'll do whatever I want with you'.
'You can't do whatever you want. I'm not one of those girls, anyway it'll cost you a lot of money, and all of those ones are off duty tonight, I can only offer you standard services'.
The whole of her insides were cursing the fact that she wasn't a 'one stop shop' as they were affectionately referred to.
He pressed a cheque for ten thousand into her hand.
'I've taken care of this', he said.
'Well, that changes everything', she said, looking up and seeing her manager nod as if to say go with him.
They entered her back room of the club. She kept it plush, velvet on the bed, a huge dresser with all sorts of toys and a hog tie attached to the ceiling.
'Strip, slut', he commanded.
She did so, the sound of his voice making her pussy ache.
He looked around in the drawers and found an array of dildo's, vibrators, eggs, clamps and restraints.