The NightCrawler was an especially popular club, enough so that a roaring crowd was worked up by the time I got there at my regular time, around 2:00 in the morning. The bouncer waved me in, even knowing I'm not old enough to drink. But I wasn't here to party. I work here. I pranced up to the bar, asking my friend (and the owner of NightCrawler) Mickey for my usual berry martini, something that was definitely not a regular on the bar menu here. He handed it over and I took it with me, heading back to my dressing room, making sure to brush every guy I passed with either my ass or 40D chest, as it it was part of my job.
In my dressing room, I rifled through the wardrobe, sipping my martini intermittently. I finally decided to go flashy tonight, slipping into a silver mini-mini skirt that was about as wide as a belt and sat right on my hips, and underneath that, a special pair of sparkly fishnet undies that really only served to draw more attention to my slit. I wore a matching silver, well, I guess for lack of a better word, bikini, that was really just two silver dots to cover my nipples, and then a sparkly fishnet tanktop over that, again, simply there to draw attention. Finally gulping down the last of my martini, I slipped my feet into a pair of silver stilettos. Walking down the stairs, I caught a glimpse of many tangled feet back out on the floor. I passed one of the other girls, Amy, and she greeted me with a quiet "Hi, Sarah."
Standing on the platform, I wrapped one leg around the pole and gripped it with both hands, leaning back and stretching my other leg straight up into the air. I heard the gasp from the crowd as the platform on the floor rose, and then another, more excited, as my head, then torso, then legs, rose from below, turning slowly around the pole, giggling for the boys closest to me. I heard a roar of "SARAH, SARAH, SARAH!" From some of the regulars, for which I blew a kiss all around, sliding down until my ass was close enough for the boys and girls within a five foot radius of my platform to reach out and touch, which was perfectly acceptable. The platform rotates on its own, which took some of the work off me, so, I simply have to gyrate and dip, and well, you know the drill, for the crowd. The Nightcrawler is an "all hands on deck" club, which means that PDA, sex on the floor, and, of course, hands on the dancers, are all perfectly acceptable.
I stood back up, swinging my hips smoothly, and started to slip off my fishnet tanktop, which, even though it made almost no difference to what amount of my body was covered, the crowd went wild for. I obligingly tossed it to one lucky girl in the back, winking at her as she blushed. I danced for a while, until it was time for the skirt to go. I slid down the pole, gyrating to the music, then sat down on the platform (which rested three feet off the ground), with my legs spread wide, flinging the skirt to some hard on near the front. One eager beaver approached, at the urging of her friends, to toy with my bikini. I moaned for her as she teased the outside of my breasts, making my nipples harden, pushing the tiny silver fabric away from them. The girl pulled my bikini off, lightly tonguing first my right, then my left nipple, for which I sighed and moaned quite loudly. Walking away with her prize, the girl danced and laughed, obviously having had the time of her life. I smiled, giggling.
"So, who's next?" I asked the people before me.
A cute frat boy looked up at me, and I beckoned him with a finger. I had stood up again by the time he got to me, so I waved my hips in front of his face before turning to face him. He toyed with my breasts a bit, but before he could get to anything more enjoyable, a leaned in and whispered to him, "I like it rough." Turning so my ass was to him once more, I felt him tug on the fishnet panties, once, twice, and then he ripped them off to the sound of wild cheering from the rest of the crowd. The platform hadn't yet rotated that direction again, and I expected the guy two have pranced back to his friends, spoils in hand. I was busy shaking my tits in some girl's face when all of a sudden, I felt an intruder in my tight little pussy. I sure hadn't expected that, so I gasped and moaned for real as the uninvited finger started to slowly move in and out. I turned my head to see the frat boy smiling at me once again. I noted that he had HUGE fingers, like bigger than the cocks of some of the men I'd seen, I mean, his hand were like the size of baseball mits!
So, anyway, I'm bent over, being fingered by some random frat boy, when I decide that, as much as the crowd is SO loving this, I won't be caught off gaurd. I turn around, swinging one leg over the guy's arm, twisting his finger inside me, which felt AMAZING, so I moaned wildly. I bent over bakwards, wrapping my hands around the pole and leaning into the guy as if I had known exactly what he was going to do, and had planned it all. I let it go on for a while, still managing to put on a show- twisting, and turning, moaning- but this guy obviously wanted an orgasm out of me. He just kept going, getting harder and harder (and by that I mean both his motions, and his dick), until his buddies pulled him away to let someone else have a turn. I winked and blew a kiss at him.
The night after that was uneventful, or at least no quite so enjoyable. It was around 5:00 in the morning when I finally left my dressing room, having cleaned myself up and downed three more martinis. I went to Mickey to collect that night's earnings. He smiled slyly as I walked up to him.
"Aw, and you looked so nice in your, ehem, outfit tonight, it's really too bad we won't be seeing THAT one again." He said, laughing as he ran his hands through an epic pile of cash.
My eyes widened. "Is that all from tonight?!?"
