I couldn’t relax enough to polish off my drink, and it was impossible to speak. I sat waiting for BJ to come out and do her watchful promenade through the crowded club. She had a slow, hungry, almost predatory sort of stride as she cased the joint, looking for likely johns. She would be half-clad in something flimsy that was totally and of course purposefully incapable of hiding both her sweaty animal flair and her bold air of complete female command.
I feared big BJ fully as much as I longed to be selected by her. Even the other dancers would be spellbound and I'd see those other half-clad gals glancing sidelong at BJ -- their eyes cut down over BJ's full figure with a furtive fast look of undisguised awe and hunger.
BJ was selective: if she didn't see exactly the mark she wanted to work, she'd come back down the bar, ask for a towel from the barmaid, and she'd sit there wiping off the sweat till she cooled down enough to go make The Walk again.
She sat in profile two stools away from where I watched her as she cupped and wiped each glistening breast in turn, going inside her flimsy bra with the towel snug around her hand, but very deft, showing off the heft and curve of each tit in turn. She never even glanced at me while she did this and when she finished she stood up and strode behind me to where the jukebox was. I looked over my shoulder to see her leaning there, studying the selections, with the colored flashing lights of the jukebox highlighting her and licking at the outline of her full figure. Her strong thighs were lit along their insides, and the reflected reddish glow even lit the undersides of her butt cheeks.
Standing at the urinal, my swollen prick was so violently upraised I couldn't aim into the urinal properly and could hardly piss so I zipped up with my hard-on still raging and when I walked out BJ was still bent over the jukebox but this time she glanced first at my crotch then up into my eyes and her look was knowing and just a little bit smirky and then she rose up and turned just as I passed, her heavy bosoms brushing me briefly. I sensed her falling into step behind me and when I climbed onto my barstool my whole body was burning and I gasped when I felt BJ press up against my back and say to me, "I know you sit back there in the dark when I dance -- get your shy ass down front where you can see me better," and her voice was matter of fact in its command when she said this, very calm and assured, but with a tone I felt as intimately as if her hot wet tongue was buried in my ear.
She swung round the pole directly above me, her wide and muscular ass spreading where she squatted close to my upturned gaze. I could even feel the heat that would come off her in waves. Her thong worked itself up between her cheeks and when she spread in a squat I could see how the fabric worked itself up into the lips of her cunt and it seemed as if I could smell her juices and then she spun up and around so that she was facing me and she again went down into a squat and her pussy lips were terribly highlighted and her great breasts hung heavy against her kneecaps and when she lowered herself onto her hands and knees and arched her back she was close enough I could have licked her enormous breasts which hung and swung right over my glass and again she turned, so that now it was her immense ass that was close enough to lick and it was her puffy and barely covered pussy lips that almost touched my glass and when I looked between her thighs I could see her breasts swinging, and between her breasts I could see her upside down face, her eyes staring at me, that same calm, challenging look she'd given me when I'd come out of the mens room with my cock still so painfully hard and now my cock was in that condition again and BJ's look told me that she knew it and my eyes returned to the enormity of her wide butt and I felt myself leaning into its promise helplessly but BJ anticipated my helplessness and just that quick was gone again, up on her feet and dancing away from where I sat in breathless worship, a sucker for whatever game she wanted to run on me.
We sat in shadow on the other side of the partition and BJ did the talking because I was speechless. She was shining with sweat from her dancing and I watched how the sweat ran down between her breasts and she laughed at me and she let the thin support strap fall off one shoulder so that one of her breasts swung free, its heavy glistening surrounding its nipple, which was dark and erect. As she talked she let her hand rise along my thigh to my crotch.
"You want to suck that big jug, don't you? My tits are why they call me BJ!" She laughed, squeezing my bulge. I was as yet still unable to speak, and BJ unzipped my pants and pulled my cock out.
"We get a lot of goofy fucks in here. Yesterday some old fart had me put out my a cigarette on his balls." She had not only pulled my cock out, but then she gripped my scrotum and pulled my balls out, too. She pinched them lightly and then her fingers gripped the swollen, spongy head of my cock.
At the same time she drained what was left of her drink and then she asked me for another but her timing set off alarm bells and I suspected I'd be broke in no time at this rate so I managed to say no. True to her professional ethics, BJ immediately tucked her big tit away and stood up to leave. It was as if she was letting me know how worthless I was. In a desperate act of longing and worship, I leaned forward suddenly, catching her big ass and giving it a quick, bold lick before she could walk off.
