The stage lights were very bright. That was the first thing I noticed after climbing the stairs. I was trying to focus on anything but what I was doing. Luna had placed the stool at the center of the stage, near the front, but not as close to the edge as the dancer plied their trade for tips. She stood next to the stool with her right arm outstretched with her index finger pointing at me. She then curled her finger and pointed at the stool. I knew what she wanted me to do. I was just uncertain whether I could do it. I wanted to run to the other side of the stage, jump down and run out to my car. But since Luna had driven, that really wasn't an option. Looking off the stage, I noticed lights were blinding and prevented me from seeing past sniffer's row, now curiously full. I knew there had to be a crowd at the tables, but I couldn't see them. Slowly I walked to Luna. The music was off so the assembled crowd could hear her talk.
"Hi everyone," she began. "I know you're here to see Carla and Naomi doing their body paint dance. They will be up here in a couple of minutes. But I have a special friend here for her first visit tonight and I wanted to do something special for her. Please welcome Charlie."
There was a surprisingly loud amount of applause. I suppose the guys would applaud anything on the stage. They probably expected me to strip as well.
"Charlie, please take a seat and remember to sit on your hands," Luna said.
Because the stool was bar height I had to hook my heels on the support rod of the stool and couldn't have them on the floor. That would have given me a better sense of stability. Instead I had to balance on it and I felt myself flexing my butt cheeks to control my lean. I was staring forward into the void beyond the lights. I couldn't look down at the guys on sniffer's row. That was too humiliating. My behavior was too opprobrious.
Luna leaned in and whispered in my ear. "Just enjoy this. Be a good girl and I'll help you knock off a couple rooms when we get home."
That was all she needed to say. I felt a wave of calming contentment wash over me. After a pause giving me that feeling of security, she added, "Oh and spread your knees." Reflexively I did. My feeling of security was gone as I felt the fabric pull tightly against my sex. I was sure everyone could see the small bump of the Lush antenna. I saw Luna signal the DJ and the music started. So did the Lush. Oh fuck, I was in trouble.
I had no idea who filmmaker Adrian Lyne was or why Luna and or Kitty thought he deserved a tribute. But I recognized the song. "You Can Leave Your Hat On" by Joe Cocker. As Luna began her dance and Kitty continued to tease me with the Lush, I tried to focus on what movie used this song. I was trying to avoid looking at Luna, but that proved impossible as she was gracefully moving all around me. She was actually performing what looked like a contemporary choreographed dance as opposed to the typical stripper moves. She was breathtaking and erotic.
At the same time, Kitty was not letting me forget the Lush. Only now instead of brief hits of 100% and mostly teasing periods of 10-25%, her range was focused more on 50% to full speed. The full speed hits were longer in duration too. I didn't have to be a rocket scientist to know she was trying to time my orgasm to the end of the song. A climatic climax to the end of Luna's performance, if you will.
Speaking of Luna, she was now in front of me. She had her hand on the edge of the stool next to where I was sitting on mine. She was bent at the waist having lifted the tails of her jacket so the crowd could see her ass as she swayed it back and forth. Her head was between my thighs, although it wasn't touching me. Still I knew she was taking deep breaths of my scent. I was too far gone to really notice if my perfume was filling the air, but I'm sure up close and personal, Luna could tell I wasn't going to last much longer.
I couldn't remember how long this song was, but Luna's dance moves seemed to be building toward a finish. Similarly Kitty was building me to a finish as even the 50% speed of the Lush disappeared and it was cycling more between 75% and 100%. I was panting, struggling not to moan, and my head was dipping up and down and side to side. I was sure my juices were forming a wet spot on my pants, but I dared not look down to confirm that. A fresh wave of humiliation arousal swept over me. The next time Luna moved from behind me to circle in front of me, I saw she had dropped the jacket and was just wearing her g-string and heels. I'm sure the crowd loved that. Oh, she still had on the fedora too. It was an amazing look for her.
She bent over in front of me, showing me her ass this time instead of the audience. The Lush was basically pegged at 100% as I leaned forward to literally kiss her ass, but she moved out of the way before I reached her. My orgasm train was arriving at the station and there was no stopping it. Luna moved behind me and I felt her put the fedora on my head. Although using camera phones was strictly forbidden, through the glare of the lights I saw Julie just behind the sniffers holding hers. As the song ended, I felt Luna reach around me and start rubbing my nipples. Simultaneously I felt the strong urge to pee like I had when I was tied to her bed. I didn't have time to be concerned as I thrust my hips forward as my orgasm began to consume me. At the same time, the bright lights turned off. Thank God for small favors. The crowd would have seen me start to cum, but the few safety lights that remained on wouldn't give them a good view of me convulsing on the stool while Luna continued to stimulate my nipples.
Perhaps I should have suspected that everything to that point had a purpose. As the bright lights turned off, a series of black lights turned on. Did you ever go to a party where they had a black light and your white clothes became fluorescent? Part of that is the brightening agent in laundry detergent. So my pants were now shining brightly for all to see. My pants which were now drenched in my squirt with a quantity I felt like exceeded the firehose I released on Luna's bed. I was still recovering when Luna lifted me into a standing position. I couldn't focus on anything but the fluid dripping down my thighs. Julie continued to take pictures. Or maybe she was shooting a video. I was too far gone mentally and emotionally to care.
Luna helped me off the stage to thunderous applause and into Kitty's waiting arms. I then saw her go back on stage as Kitty helped me back to our booth. I slumped back against the faux leather. Luna returned about a minute later, dropping a wad of bills on the table. My tips for a job well done. The next song was already blaring out of the speakers and Carla and Naomi had begun their body paint dance. It finally made sense to me because the paint fluoresced much like my pants had. I tried to focus on them, but I still had not recovered fully so their movements were just a blur. Or maybe it was a blur because I couldn't see them, only the reflection of the paint. Their disjoined arms and legs formed a seductive pattern as they interacted with each other. Julie appeared with a drink for me. She then held up her phone showing a picture of Luna helping me stand after my climax.
I looked like I was drunk, but instead of alcohol I was drunk on orgasm. As I expected, my pants, shining brightly under the blacklight, looked like I had pissed myself. There was a huge wet spot surrounded by the fluorescent white of my pants. What I had not realized was that inside of the light blue shirt Luna had given me the word SLUT had been written in some kind of brightening agent on the inside of the shirt. The letters were written in all capitals positioned vertically with a thick arrow pointing toward my pussy. It wasn't visible until hit with the black light, but on stage was clear as day. I was glad only Julie captured that for posterity. I'm sure she had a video of my orgasm as well, but she had to get back to work so viewing that would have to wait.
As I finished my drink and finally calmed down, Luna told me to thank Kitty for my orgasm. I watched as she held her wrist up and tapped her iWatch. The Lush roared back to life, full speed again eliciting a throaty moan from me. Another tap and it slowed down to a dull roar.
"Thank you, Kitty," I managed to say with a shaky voice.
