She was bathed in the warm, white stage lights as she came sashaying from the back of the stage to the front. She prowled back and forth, running her hands up and down the sides and front of her body. From her knees to her thighs. From her belly to her breasts. Then down over her crotch, giving it a playful, momentary rub, all the while making eye contact with the enraptured audience members. Her movements foreshadowed something special was about to transpire and the men were all anxious to bear witness to it. Jason, still in position at the front table, was transfixed. She looked at him briefly and ran her tongue seductively over her full, wet lips. His mouth dropped open, his eyes widened, and he slid to the very edge of his seat. His imagination ran wild. His mind conjured obscene thoughts and images that featured himself and the current object of his desire, and his body responded accordingly.
The outfit did not appear to be very revealing to the crowd at all. Certainly not at first anyway. But it consisted of several layers of black fabric. The piece was not unlike the Dance of the Seven Veils. The individual layers of fabric were completely transparent, but when stacked on top of each other, their sum appeared totally opaque. As she unwrapped the first and then the second silken layers from her curvy frame and discarded them behind her, one could start to discern some of the alluring details of her body. She sensually stalked along the lip of the stage to the music in long, purposeful strides. Her high heels served to accentuate her well-muscled legs and perfectly rounded ass. She removed the next two layers in the same manner to reveal that she was wearing, not stockings as it initially appeared, but a full, see-through black bodysuit over a minuscule g-string and bra. The half bra that supported her big, bouncy breasts came up only to her poker chip-sized areolae and presented her boobs as if they were displayed on a shelf. The shiny, silver pasties that covered the exposed area were about her only concession to modesty and they reflected the stage lights as if they were mirrors. The bodysuit was low cut in front and back and was just barely on her shoulders. Every move she made brought new cheers of encouragement from the crowd. The men went wild for her, their lust and excitement evident. She goaded them on, teasing and cajoling, stoking the flames of their collective ardour.
She stepped languorously out of her heels and slowly turned her back to the crowd, her ass entirely on display beneath the transparent suit. Only the dental floss thin strip of her thong disappearing between her butt cheeks interrupted the view of her shapely bottom, and the men gasped in appreciation. She flicked her finger at the strap on her left shoulder, and when she shrugged, the suit began to slither down her arm on that side. With her back still to the audience she repeated the gesture on the other side, to the same effect. She proceeded to peel the garment down her body until she was forced to bend at the waist to slide it down her lower half. Her luscious, bare ass was now presented almost obscenely to the men, and they continued to bellow their encouragement as she stepped completely out of the bodysuit. She whirled around, still moving to the music, and shook her barely contained tits at her enthusiastic admirers. And still, the crowd grew louder. She placed her hands under her bra and cupped and jiggled her boobs, playfully teasing the men into near-hysteria. Never before had she felt this sexually excited during a performance. And she had never before felt this kind of power. She wondered if it was because the small, all-male audience made her feel the need to push her limits. To go beyond her established boundaries. Was it because the last number got such a rousing and heated response? Or was it because she knew that Jason was being teased to distraction, and she relished the thought of having total authority over him and his hyperactive libido?
Or maybe it was because she knew that this was exactly what Tom would want to see.
