Striptease #2 - You Got Talent
Flash Erotic Fiction series - Part Two of Five - For some reason, self-assured, I began to undo my blouse
After a couple of drinks, I felt light-headed, dreamy and erotic.
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Catchup: Winning a sports scholarship to a UK uni meant the world to me and my family. It was my way out of the shabby little Greek town where I was born and raised… But I flunked out due to money worries and ended up working in a night club…
The ceiling to floor poles in the very middle of the club were always well lit and available for anyone, punters or staff. The result was occasional entertainment at no cost to the bar. Still nearly race-fit and strong, I became highly skilled on this simple equipment. As the music played, I often lost myself in the dance. The pole helped me create a visual representation of the song vibrating around me.
On the day my life changed, I got up really late and forgot to eat before starting work. After a couple of drinks, I felt light-headed, dreamy and erotic. I took hold of the vertical steel rod — aware of customers near the dance floor. My hips pulsed against the pole and I stroked my limbs as I got into the groove of my dance.
For some reason, self-assured, I began to undo my blouse.
It fell to the floor.
Tossing back my bushy black hair, my breasts thrust forward to meet the chilled breeze from the aircon. Caressing the skin and nipples, I felt wild, hot, completely turned on as the dampness in my panties cooled my plump slit.
The song ended, and I shimmied over to my shirt, grabbed it and returned to the bar. Suddenly, I heard shrieks and cheers. Customers encircled me, applauding the dance. It felt brilliant. Many approached me one by one, handing me cash as they walked by.
Half our wages came from tips, but that night’s haul was exceptional. At the end of the evening, an older guy approached and rather than a note, he handed me his business card.
“You got talent, girl. Get in touch.”
After work, I was still horny from the high. The dancing had been great but all the attention had been mind-blowing. Billy, a guy from the bar down the road, came on to me. He probably smelled my sex. I was hot with desire, but not for him. I was hot for me, for what I had done that night. Taking him up to my room, I let him between my legs. His tongue tempted my swollen bud, and I ground down on his face. I took my release and fell into a deep sleep.
The next afternoon, I found the business card in my pocket. It didn’t say much —Mr. Alessandro Bianchi — Director, Enchanted Circle Private Members Club. And a phone number.
Before I had time to change my mind, I rang him.
To be continued…
Teaser for next episode — Some dancing, stripping and a lot of teasing is involved
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