Tallulah means "leaping water,"
The name is believed to have originated from the Choctaw language, meaning "leaping water" or "waterfall." It is a name that is both symbolic and spiritual, representing the power and beauty of nature.
I am Tallulah, I'm nineteen and I work at a men's club where I strip and dance the pole. My body is a work of art, every inch of me is crafted to perfection. My love for movement and dance is why I am here, living this life. A path to lead me on my journey to find where I belong and who I am.
The club, Sextra's, is full of an intoxicating scent of lust and sweat as if the very air itself was alive with the passion that filled every corner. Lights dance across the stage, casting a sinuous glow over the bodies of the dancers as they move with fluidity and grace.
I arrive at the club, my bag heavy with my stage clothes, things I had prepared for this coming week of performances. Pausing at the entrance, I take a deep breath and let the atmosphere wash over me. This is my domain, my stage. No matter how many times I performed here the thrill never faded. As I made my way through the crowd, nodding politely to admirers and acquaintances, I felt eyes on me.
Always eyes on me, it was part of the price I paid for being the best, youngest and most sought-after dancer in the club. I ignore them, focusing instead on my destination, my dressing room.
Once there, I prepare for my show, slipping out of my plain clothes and into the sleek, form-fitting black lace bra and knickers that were part of my stage ensemble. The dress was next, its long, flowing fabric sliding over my body like a second skin. I finish with a lace shawl, wrapping it around my shoulders like a veil of mystery.
As I sat in the dressing room adjusting my costume one last time, I couldn't help but wonder about Angel. He is always here, in the corner of my eye, watching me perform with an intensity that makes my heart race. Tonight, I'd decided would be the night that I would give him a show he would never forget.
Waiting for my cue as my song begins I step out into the main area of the club. The music pulses through me, driving my movements as I move onto the stage. The spotlight finds me almost immediately, bathing me in its warm glow. I start to move with my body swaying to the rhythm, my hips undulating in a hypnotic dance. My eyes flick to the corner of the room, where I knew Angel was sitting and I felt a shiver of anticipation run down my spine seeing he was there, watching me.
Moving to the centre of the stage, I start my sultry striptease. Slowly peeling off my dress, letting it slide down my body like water would pour, forming a small mound at my feet like a puddle. Sexily lifting my legs over it, I move to the edge of the stage. Throwing my head around to whip my hair behind me. Dropping to my knees as I stretch myself backwards, to arch my back and thrust my body into the air. As I lift myself, my breasts fall forward from the deep arch I create, the swells falling slightly from my bra, only the tiny fabric of it holding them within. Pushing my hands over my swells I thrust erotically to the beat.
Lifting to my feet, I strut along the stage my body moving sassily with each stride. As I shake my body I scan the crowd of men before me. I glance at their eager faces, getting a naughty urge deep within me. Pulling a man from the crowd, onto the stage by his tie, I take hold of him as I lift my right leg and rest my heel on his shoulder. Holding his head as I grip his hair, thrusting my groin into his face. Pushing my laced-covered pussy to his mouth as his hands move to hold my buttocks. He squeezes them hard in his hands, groaning as he pushes his face into my knickers. I feel him open his mouth and start licking through the lace, his tongue takes me by surprise with its sudden wet warmth, making me shudder. He licks me again, this time I push his head back, lifting his face to mine as I kiss him hard. As I pull away I whisper in his ear.
"Take off my stockings." my voice is soft yet demanding.
Licking his ear I move my hand to his shoulder to steady myself as I wait for him to obey. Feeling his hands leave my bottom he slides them around my hips to my raised thigh. Glancing over to where Angel was, I was shocked to see him standing at the edge of the stage, leaning against it with his fists clenched. His demeanour was that of a lion ready to pounce on its prey, preparing to make a kill, he looked fierce.
A surge of energy rushes through me knowing I have made him react. Looking down at the man who is sliding his hands down my calf, his eyes wide and hungry. Knowing I had Angel's attention made me eager to fulfil my plan. As the man reaches my ankle he removes my heeled shoe and pulls off the last of my stocking. He moves my foot to his mouth, sucking my toes as his hand moves up my leg to touch me further. Surprised, I pull my foot back, kicking him playfully as I back away from him.
Standing with my legs wide, I bend down and slide my hands along the back of my left leg. Pushing down my stocking slowly before removing it from my foot, tossing it to the man who stood only inches from me. I nod to the bouncer who is standing at the edge of the stage, watching the man. Seeing me give the signal, he removes the man from the stage and ushers him back to his seat. I continue with my show, resuming my dancing in time with the music.
Turning my back to the crowd I start unfastening my bra. Unhooking the clasp, letting the straps fall as I remove it, holding it above my head and swinging it around. My other arm across my chest to hide my bosom for now. Peering over my shoulder, I can see Angel has returned to his seat, watching me once again. Turning to face the crowd with my arm still across my bosom, the other swinging my bra in a circular motion as I walk fast to the edge of the stage, throwing my bra into the hungry crowd.
Watching briefly as the men scramble to grab it, they push and shove each other out of the way.
As this commotion continues I spin and bend over, putting my hands on the back of my knees to pull my body down. Raising my bottom into the air I shake it fast, twerking it rapidly, feeling the ripples of my cheeks vibrating vigorously. This motion also shakes my now free breasts which happily vibrate and sway from my vibrations. Swooping my body forward in a sultry arch, I take hold of my knickers elastic waistband and hook my fingers firmly around the thin strap. Taking a deep breath, I pull hard as I raise my body fast. The firm yank as I move makes the fabric snap, letting it fall from my body.
Facing the backdrop with my back to the crowd, I drop my hands to my sides, holding the torn shards of fabric that used to be my knickers. Pausing a moment I make them wait, letting them enjoy my naked body. I stand motionless with my naked back and buttocks facing them. The lights dim over me illuminating my flesh as the crowd falls silent, and the song ends. Darkness falls across the club letting me know this was it, the moment I was going to show Angel just who Tallulah was, the moment I would show him exactly what I wanted.
Taking a long breath, I wait for my cue. As I hear my next song begin along with the gradual increase of the lights over the stage, casting a sexual red glow around me, I slowly turn and face the crowd who are all watching me. Standing before them, I am completely naked. I stand facing them with my legs shoulder width apart, my hands by my sides as I watch them take in my body. I can see the shock on their faces. I am the first dancer to stand on the stage completely naked.
Usually, dancers kept their knickers on, wearing a thong or g-string. Some even wore nipple tassels or nipple stickers as well, not wanting to display everything. Previously I had done this too, though I knew tonight I had to make this performance special, in the hope of seducing Angel.
In all of a second that passed from turning around and standing before them, the entire club is focused on the stage. Even the other dancers have stopped to watch me. As the music picks up the beat. My body is glistening with sweat as I move sensually across the stage, dancing and teasing them as I dare to get close to the edge, their hands stretching out to touch me. Their eyes follow my every move, with their hungry gazes devouring every inch of my body. With each passing second my dance becomes more provocative and displays my body in many angles and spins.
My nakedness is masked by the beauty of my movements, each step, stretch and spin displays my body in a fluid sensual manner. My gaze is drawn to the corner, flicking my hair seductively as I turn my body and move around the stage, my body is bathed in the warm lights and the red glow makes it feel very erotic. The crowd continue cheering with whistles and calling for more, their lustful energy fills the air. I keep catching Angel's eye, making my heart race as I dance.
Picking up the shawl from the floor, I dance seductively as I swirl it around and pull it across my body. The noise of the crowd surrounds me as I pull it between my legs, tugging it back and forth as if making love to it. With a little smirk on my face, I turn to my pole and drop the shawl as I begin my erotic pole dance.
This is the highlight of my performance, my special added feature. I had made the routine extra long to seduce Angel. After months of longing and wanting him to make a move, I wanted to test his resolve and see if he could truly resist me after this. I move with fluidity and power, grinding my hips against the pole, my breasts swing freely slapping against it as I spin and contort my body in time with the music.
My dance a study of sensuality, a masterclass in control, the choreography so I could enhance my body while luring in those who watched me. I could see the men in the crowd becoming more and more aroused, their rowdy chants filling my ears sending a thrill of pleasure through me.
