Charlotte was a stripper, forget all the nice names for her job, exotic dancer, lapdancer, whatever, she was a full blown stripper. There was nothing more she enjoyed than getting her kit off in front of a crowd of men, all with hard-ons that she had caused. The feeling of power gave her all the ‘buzz’ she needed to feel like a real woman.
‘The G-String Club’ gave her the perfect opportunity to indulge her passion, and she had worked there for two years. It not only gave her the opportunity to dance naked for a crowd, but the private booths for personal lapdances also gave her an extra buzz. While unlike some of her co-workers, she refrained from seeing punters outside the hours of business, she did enjoy the feeling of a hard dick under her ass, as she gyrated her ass over their trousers, and it caused her to get wet herself if she liked the guy she was dancing for.
One night, it was particularly slow, being a mid-week, and Charlotte was next on stage. She started her routine, her long, jet black hair framing her chocolate features, as she sashayed out onto the small stage. Although born here in the u.k., Charlotte was of Caribbean decent, and her dark skin drew many a guys’ dick to full hardness as she moved her near perfect curves across the stage. Her medium sized, 36c boobs swinging gently as she thrust her body around, and her neatly trimmed pussy, glistening, betraying her arousal, as she spread her legs in front of each guy she took a fancy to. Being the week after her period, as ever, her arousal was at a peak, it was always the same, and she had to watch how far she went, her mind wondering off to her fantasies, and often getting a ‘rollicking’ from the boss as she slipped a couple of fingers in her hot, tight, snatch, something well over and above what was allowed on the club’s stage. She needed to find a release more than ever tonight, to finally go over the edge, and she was looking for a candidate to help her achieve her goal.
Finishing her strip, she moved back into the changing room, and choosing her favourite outfit, dressed, and made her way out onto the floor of the club, on the hunt for her next ‘victim’. This ‘victim’ would get more than any other before, and maybe even after him, and Charlotte was desperate to choose carefully. Maybe she would have to hold herself back, while dancing for several different guys, looking for just the right one for her needs. She was to be lucky, and she found the perfect guy first off.