Part one: For Charles
The attraction was there the first night I saw him. Something about this guy caught my eye in the crowded noisy room. I found myself drawn back to his face many times through the evening. He had intensity in his eyes that just spoke without words. I usually don't even notice the men in this place sometimes it is hard enough being here myself and I question why I would be here.
Dancing is a job that is at times a pleasure. I have to close my eyes and take myself away from the club and its patrons nearly every time I step on the stage. Learning to look through the men while they think I am looking at them was a necessity for me. Some of the girls love the play they love the tease quick frankly I love the money and the music.
It was the first Saturday of the month the night I did the shower scene. It was very popular and always brought big tips. Once I found a way to put a shower and a wet tee shirt together on the stage I knew it was going to be a good thing for me. A woman's body all wet, braless with a clingy white tee shirt and strobe lights and a little liquor always seemed to seduce the entire room. Some nights it was a difficult set for me because it was hard for me to get into it. Not tonight.
Naughty moves and nasty ideas omitting from bedroom eyes were all part of the dance all the while looking blindly at the faces looking back at me. He just silently demanded my attention.
My first set was a dance to the song Holy Water by Bad Company. I liked the strong pounding beat. The red and black leather lace up bodice and matching red leather g-string was always a hit I love the smell of leather and the feel of it against my flesh. Black thigh high stockings and 5- inch heels made my 5 ft. tall body have the illusion of towering power.
The 10 tables that were pressed against the stage were always occupied and they were usually occupied by the loudest most crude men in the club, it is as if they had to be up close to ensure they were seen and heard. The stage is wood, horseshoe shaped and equipped with tiny lights in the walking portion to add visually pleasant illusion. There is a burgundy drape running across the back and sides of the stage made of some tacky velvet material.
On the other side of the room in a loft is where JJ works he is a wonderful DJ and announcer always so enthusiastic almost like it is his first night of working at the club he made the mood. I spend a lot of my break time visiting with JJ and trying to answer his question, "What the hell are you doing here Cherry?" I am still trying to find the answer. I only offer a smile and a peck on the cheek and a pat on the ass to my friend.
Holy Water began pounding through the speakers as I entered the stage from the side the red and white strobe lights flickering around me, this is about the time I close everyone out, everyone and everything except the music but tonight I closed it all out except his face. About 45 seconds on stage with my back to the room while hips swayed and a seductive look back over the shoulder I began loosening the laced bodice. Taking a slow step down each of the 5 steps from the stage I began to work the room.
The man at the oval table carefully pulled the bodice strings loosening them as I held the two sides together to cover my breasts I walked over to the small two seat table opened the bodice and lifted my breasts cupping them with my hands pinching my nipples for affect while my body continued to keep rhythm with the music. Every now and then I would look over and see his face.
Jenna walked out when her music began and I freshened up in the dressing room. It would be about 30 minutes until my next set. What surprised me a bit was I actually was feeling a little aroused that was a rare occurrence doing my job. His dark eyes and brown hair stood out as did his lips. He seemed so serious and withdrawn yet he seemed to be able to demand my attention and certainly my imagination, which was in high gear. I slipped the robe off laying it on the back of the chair and put on my costume.
The purple one- piece silk teddy snapped at the crotch for easy removal. It was backless and a little skirt hung and barely covered my ass. The front had a collar, which snapped in back and a V shape front flowing into the skirted portion. Purple fishnet stockings and calf high leather boots. The music; I Touch Myself one of my favorites to listen to and to dance to. Tonight I would find myself doing just that.
My shoulder length auburn hair tickled my shoulders in a stimulating way and I was very aware of how hard my nipples were poking into the silk I could also feel the dampness between my legs and increasing by the second. As soon as I saw him again I was aroused.
The lights came on black and purple flashes of light the room still pretty dark. Leaning against the pole and my arms extended above my head my hands on the pole I began moving my body with the music. Sliding down the length of the pole never letting go I was on the floor legs parted and hips lifting seductively. The whistles brought me back to the room when my hands let go of the pole and reached behind my knees lifting my legs and spreading them wider and then sliding down until I was lying on the floor.
Running my hands along the inside of my thighs as they split touching the floor flexibility always seems to liven the crowd. In my routine I never touched my pussy but tonight I did. I began tapping against my clit and felt the jolts shoot right through my body. The crowd noise seemed to encourage me for a change. I imagined his face and what his eyes might look like. My fingers pressed a bit more firmly against the silk material of the teddy.
The louder the crowd got it seemed to feed what ever this mood was. With my back arched and my ass pressed hard against the floor one finger moved the silken crotch to the side and slid along the folds of my pussy and it was indeed wet. When the music ended I was far too aroused to be embarrassed and far too horny. Even JJ boomed out his approval and slight shock. I could not even bring myself to look over and see his face.
"What the fuck am I doing?" the words spewed out across the room. The other girls just laughed and joked about my apparent mood tonight. Marcy walked over to me cupped her hand over my pussy and smiled. She did not say a word she just leaned over and bit down on my bottom lip flicked her tongue out and then turned to walk away.
