WARNING:
Non-consent. Mild violence. Fiction.
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Ruby rolled her head to the side and let her dark, silky long hair whip through the air. She hooked a slender leg around the pole and arched her back. Her knee-length high-heel boots shined in the dim light.
She could feel eyes on her. She sat on the pole and opened her legs wide, exposing her bare pussy to countless men in the club. The cupless and crotchless lingerie covered nothing. She could hear the men wolf-whistle and cheer amidst the loud music.
She did an upside-down split in the air and rotated slowly with the spinning pole. She stared into the audience lazily and locked eyes with a man near the stage. It's him again. He had his hand on his crotch. She bit her bottom lip seductively and gave him a sly smile. They wanted her but they could never have her. This was merely a side job for a little bit of extra cash, although at times she did enjoy teasing these men; making them want her, with their desire so evident through their pants.
Ruby slid down the pole elegantly and walked off the stage, letting another dancer take over. A waitress approached her.
"Hey, someone wants a private dance in the VIP room."
"Mkay. Thanks."
One dance, the length of a song, then it would be time to head home. Another easy day.
The VIP room was a spacious area with a large sofa set placed around a small table. She recognized the man from outside. He was a regular patron. Lately he liked to watch her intently while she danced. She remembered him; his scorching stare and beautiful eyes, but this was the first time he had requested a private dance.
She smiled and stepped one boot on the table in front of him suggestively; the shiny black leather was a contrast to her fair skin. His brown eyes lingered along her creamy thighs to her bare pussy. She tilted her head to face him. "Are you here to watch me dance?"
He returned a faint smile and spread his legs apart to make room for her. "Show me what you can do."
Ruby slid down to the floor on her knees, her dark eyes never leaving his. She caressed his legs from the knees to the upper thighs, then she did a few body waves to the music. Her round DD tits swung back and forth temptingly each time she thrust her chest forward. His cock twitched in his pants as he eyed her hard nipples.
She climbed on his lap and grinded against him. A mischievous grin spread across her pretty face when she felt his erection. She leaned her face so close that she could almost kiss him, then moved her face to his neck. She moaned softly by his ear when her nipples grazed his chest.
Abruptly she left his lap and turned around. She bent over to place her hands on the table and made the figure 8 with her hips. Her petite and round ass swayed erotically. His mouth felt dry, and he traced a finger down her meaty slit.
Ruby recoiled and whipped around. "You can't—" She stopped mid-sentence when she saw he had taken his cock out and was stroking it gently.
"You need to put that away," she said with a scowl, all playfulness gone.
Seriously? This again? Why can't men just enjoy the dance!
He yanked her down to the floor between his legs and held her down by the nape of her neck. "I need you to open your pretty mouth." His voice was relaxed and assured.
"What the fuck?"
You fucking creep.
