A lot of people misjudge what I do. They think "poor woman with daddy issues, up on the stage taking her clothes off." But they are wrong. They are oh so sinfully wrong. I don't need the money. I have a good job during the day as an analyst. I do this as a hobby. When I dance, men watch, men want me and it turns me on. There is not a more intoxicating feeling than knowing any man in the vicinity would love to fuck me. It's moments like these that I feel incredibly sexy.
It drives me to gyrate my hips while I dance around the pole in my barely-there school girl outfit. My hair pulled up in pig tails. I should be innocent but instead I am a wet dream. I hold their lust and all the power. I slide my hands up and down the metal pole suggestively while biting my lower lip before sliding my hands down revealing my thick round ass under the short skirt. A thong presses deeply in between my cheeks allowing for a good look at what I am working with.
When I stand, I grab hold of the pole and kick myself up spreading my legs wide while going into a slow spin around the stage. If the lights were brighter there would be a shine of arousal on the thin panties I am wearing. I drop back to my feet and do a little spin, making eye contact with each patron while biting my bottom lip. I consider each one thoughtfully, trying to decide which one I want to fuck me tonight. I roll my hips and slowly untie my top, shrugging it off my shoulders before dropping it to the stage floor. I give a look of innocence, oops! I twirl one pig tail around my finger, my other hand lightly touching the swell of one of my breasts. A man thrusts a fist full of sweaty ones onto the stage and I sashay over to him, bending slowly so he can place the money between my cleavage. With a sly wink, I slide down to my knees and begin rolling my hips like I am riding a man's dick. I arch my back and run my fingers through my auburn hair, a look of pure ecstasy written all over my face. My plush lips are parted in an "O" and my eyes are half lidded, heavy with desire.
I slide my hands out from my hair to behind me, arching my back fully. Pressing my large tits against the lacy fabric that barely contains them.
The club manager hates when I do this, but I can't help myself. He says it crosses a line but aren't lines meant to be crossed? I slide one hand down my body to my wet pussy and pull aside the fabric, before the tips of my fingers find my clit and I begin to rub. My nipples tighten and I let out a moan. The man in front of me goes slack jawed while watching me, his erection straining against his pants. This drives me on, I roll my body while pleasuring myself. I slip a finger inside my tight cunt and pull it out to place it in my mouth and suck hard. More dollar bills are thrown onto the stage from my right and I turn my head to see the handsome man that did it.
Bingo. There is my partner for the night. I crawl over to him on my hands and knees and do a scissor split right in front of him. I slap my ass making it jiggle and undo the Velcro fasten of my skirt and toss it towards the pole. My fingers search out my clit once more as my other hand grabs onto one of my breasts. I stare in his eyes the entire time. With the boner he is rocking, I can tell he is well endowed, even if it is just in my periphery. Clad in only a white lacy bra and matching thong, I get back onto my knees so his eye is level with my dripping pussy. His eyes dilate with lust, I know he can smell my cunt as he licks his lips. This sends me over the edge and I orgasm right there on stage, in front of my own audience. My leg muscles tremble as I come hard, my toes curl in and I throw my head back, my long mane of hair grazing the stage. When the aftershocks of my orgasm subside, I look back at the patron. He is feverishly rubbing his dick over the material of his pants. I watch him for a moment, loving the show I am getting then stand and climb back up the pole, wrapping my strong thighs around the metal. When I am fully seated on the pole, I release it with my hands and undo my bra, dropping it to the stage. Releasing the pressure between my thighs slightly, I begin to slide down, pressing the pole in between my ample breasts. When my feet make contact with the floor, I rotate my hips to pop my ass out, slipping one finger in each side of my thong, I bend over as I slide it down my ass to my thighs until it pools at my feet. Picking them up, I walk back over to my man of choice and grip his chin, pulling his mouth open before stuffing my wet panties inside. He reaches out to touch me but I slap away his hands hard and wag my finger at him slowly.
This is the one place that I am in control. I stand straight and head back to the pole to do a bit more twirling before the song ends. I gather the cash and my discarded clothes and head back stage to the dressing room.
"You just had to do it again, didn't you Melinda?" the manager says to me as I enter the dressing room.
I shrug and give him my best smile, "You know how hot this gets me. They didn't seem to be bothered by it." I gesture back towards the audience.
"I could get in a lot of trouble letting you do that. Keep it to a minimum at least please." He admonishes.
"I will try. I am an angel after all," I give him my best innocent look before I hand him his cut of the tips.
