Fantasy fulfilled
As Marlene assumed the dancer's ready position in the darkness at the back of the stage, waiting for her music to begin, a wave of nervous anxiety swept through her. While it was one thing to fantasize about dancing lasciviously in front of a crowd of leering, lustful men, it was quite another to find herself suddenly about to do it for real.
She took a deep breath and let it out slowly to calm her jittery nerves and looked out at what had now become a very large crowd of men gathered around the stage, many of them staring up at her expectantly as she stood in the semi-darkness. She could almost feel their eyes moving over her body, and their unabashed expressions of lust and desire seemed to ease her tension and bolstered her self-confidence.
She glanced down at the man who was seated nearest to her. He parted his legs and stroked the front of his pants suggestively as he leered up at her, licking the tip of his tongue rapidly against his upper lip.
Marlene smiled down at him, looking directly into his eyes. It was perhaps the perfect, precise thing she needed to see at that moment, his flagrantly lewd act, likely done to embarrass or intimidate her, actually galvanized her determination.
With her eyes on his, she licked her lips seductively while slipping her hand down between her legs and caressing herself, mirroring his vulgar touch. She smiled to see his eyes widen in surprise to see her responding with equal vulgarity.
He was exactly the kind of man she expected to find in a strip club. He was a little beyond middle age, looking more into his fifties with an unsightly protruding paunch that his dirty t-shirt couldn't completely cover. He was unkempt and swarthy, unshaven, and very likely unwashed, with a receding hairline and at least two days worth of stubble on his face. He held a cigarette in one hand while he stroked himself with the other and leered up at her.
One might imagine that any woman would be more than a little repulsed by such an individual, but you would be wrong, Marlene felt no such repulsion. She briefly imagined him grasping her and pulling her against him, kissing her, his bristly face scratching hers as his mouth gaped obscenely to plunge his tongue into her mouth, the cloying scent of his whisky and cigarette breath filling her senses as he pressed his erection into her, grinding against her.
Marlene shook her head to dispel her fanciful vision as a wave of arousal swept through her. She was not repulsed by the inherent depravity of her vision, indeed, she discovered within herself a very strong desire to be with a man like that...to be fucked by him roughly, hot dirty grunting animal sex, his hairy bulging belly pressed tightly against her as he held her down and forcefully penetrated her.
She smiled down at the man, knowing in her heart that she would ever so willingly comply with any sexual overture the crude man might offer her. And, as the stage lights began to flicker, her cue that her music was about to start, she blew him a little kiss.
A swell of anticipation coursed through her as the heavy drum beat of Prince's 'Cream' began to pulse from the sound system. She no longer felt even the slightest vestige of nervousness about performing. She WANTED to dance, WANTED to invite their lustful looks, and WANTED to fuel her arousal with their lust and desire.
She moved out onto the stage with renewed confidence, tossing her hair and thrusting her hips provocatively to the beat of the music. She moved slowly along the perimeter of the stage, personally engaging each man with a flirtatious wink or a teasing smile as she looked down into their eyes, occasionally moving to the very edge of the stage and crouching slightly, inviting them to look up beneath her little skirt as she thrust her hips toward them.
It was SO like performing at Louise's parties, and yet monumentally world's apart. Here, she felt no need to temper her emotions or her arousal. This was not an audience of her party friends and neighbors, the entire room was filled with men who wanted nothing more than to see her naked and vulnerable, an object of their sexual fantasy.
Marlene smiled, this was the audience she had always fantasized about, and she was not about to merely go through the motions as all of the other dancers had done, she was a willing participant in the atmosphere of desire and lust radiating from the men around her.
From the very beginning, her dance plan had been to tease her arousal along until the Koko Taylor song, where she would then be free to give in to orgasm while straddling the pole. But, with each tilt of her pelvis, her tiny thong panty seemed to stroke and caress her clitoris deliciously, a circumstance she had never anticipated..
To her astonishment, she felt an orgasm beginning to rise almost before she completed one turn around the stage. She crouched down in front of a man at the end of the stage, ironically, the same crude vulgar individual who had stroked his crotch as she waited to perform, and parted her knees, giving him a completely unobstructed view beneath her skirt.
She felt her orgasm beginning to swell within her and leaned her head down closer to the man and looked into his eyes, "I wish I could fuck you right now," she murmured so only he could hear above the music.
She raised her hands to her head, tossing her hair and smiling down at the man's wide eyes as she surrendered to the pleasure of her orgasm, moving her hips seductively to the rhythm of the music and her release, while the man's eyes were riveted to her crotch.
She rose from her crouch, wanting to share her orgasmic moment with all the other men gathered around the stage as well. She leaned her back against the stripper pole, crouching slightly to part her legs, and slid her hand down between her legs, thrusting her hips to simulate masturbation... but for Marlene, it was anything but a simulation, and she continued to cum, she looked around at all their incredulous faces.
The men must have sensed something inherently different in the way she danced, maybe it was the sheer look of pleasure on her face or the way she appeared to enjoy and respond to even their crudest of attentions.
Money began to flood onto the stage at her feet and, as her orgasm began to fade. She rose and began to dance again. She circled the stage once more, taking the time to give each man a personal moment of her attention. She winked and smiled, moving her hips and tossing her skirt about to give each man a personal unrestricted view of her g-string panties.
Moving to the center of the stage, she smiled as she slowly and teasingly unbuttoned her vest, letting it fall open to reveal a generous amount of her cleavage while still keeping her nipples concealed.
More money streamed onto the stage at her feet as she shook her shoulders to allow her breasts to sway provocatively, bending in front of several men to give them an even closer look. Finally, as she stood once again at the pole she looked back over her shoulder at the crowd of men and slowly slipped the vest from her shoulders.
She let it fall to her feet with a saucy smile and then danced the perimeter once more, bending to shake her breasts closer to several of the men, as still more money was thrown onto the stage.
She cupped her breasts teasingly, not as a dancer, but more as a porn star might, pinching and pulling at her nipples as she moved about the stage. She gave voice to her arousal, moaning and crying out and, even though the music drowned out her voice for those men furthest from the stage, the men assembled at the front of the stage could hear her quite clearly.
The Prince song ended abruptly and she posed seductively. Then, after the tiniest pause, the Koko Taylor song began. Jimmy's bluesy guitar laid down the heavy musical intro and she smiled, wishing he was here to share the fantasy with her.
As she danced, she teased with her skirt as even more money was tossed onto the stage. She was literally dancing on money most of the time.
Finally, at the right moment in the song, she hooked her thumbs into the elastic waistband of her skirt, pushing it slowly down over her hips to let it fall to the stage at her feet.
