Kinky Girls Do ~ Bundle Two by Michelle Houston Page A

different, and
she had learned to play up to what worked with each. Lifting her
hands to her hair, she let the tresses slowly fall between them,
fluttering around her face and shoulders.
    Again their gazes met, and even from across
the room Angela could see the fire in Darren's eyes. He appeared
calm and collected, but she knew the beast within him was tightly
leashed, waiting to spring free. She shuddered at the delicious
knowledge of what was to come.
    Grabbing the pole, Angela spun around it,
her thong pulling tightly against her pussy. As soon as her heels
touched the stage, she bent over and shook her ass, watching for
cues from between her legs. Spotting a bill being waved at her, she
stood up, running her hands up the back of her legs and over her
ass. Pivoting on one foot, Angela strutted across the stage and
crouched. The five slipped into her garter. Smiling at the balding
man who gingerly brushed the back of his hand against her skin, she
leaned forward, her lace-covered breasts a breath from his face.
His eyes almost crossed and she smiled. She loved this. Despite
making a good living, it was the attention that made stripping
perfect for her.
    Dropping back onto her hands, she thrust her
barely covered crotch into the balding man's face. Eyes wide, he
slipped another bill into her garter. As he moved back, Angela
gracefully flipped herself upright, grateful as always for years of
martial arts training.
    Spotting her stool on the corner of the
stage, she worked her way to it and pulled it to the center, while
dancing around it and subtly loosening the ties on the top half of
her gown. Climbing up, she hooked her feet around the legs, grabbed
the back of the set, and arched. Breasts straining against the lace
covering them, she wiggled to loosen the ties, and then relaxed,
dropping back to a normal sitting posture.
    Parting her legs, while leaving her feet
still anchored, she ran a hand over her body, and treading on thin
ice, she rubbed it over her crotch, just enough to tempt but not
enough to push the obscenity laws and get the club fined.
    Pumping her hips, she gave allusions to
masturbating, and then allowed her hand to drop to the stool.
    Curling her fingers over the hard wood, she
arched again, feeling the gown burst open, baring her whole body to
the audience's view. Sliding carefully and with a sinuous grace off
of the stool, she caught her lace confection between her body and
the edge of the stool and slid free of it. Shifting to her knees,
she tossed gracefully towards the back of the stage, and crawled to
the front edge.
    She could feel her pulse racing. Adrenaline
surged through her as her gaze flicked across the room again to
meet Darren's. His lips curved into a shape with which she was
intimately familiar. She was pushing all his buttons. The animal
within him was breaking free and she was to be dinner. She would
have purred if she could.
    The second song ended and slipped right into
the third. Hard, pulsating music blasted over the sound system. The
deep bass pounded into her. Her pussy clenched in need. Four
minutes to go and she would head backstage. Four more minutes, and
he would be there waiting for her. She would be his. But now, her
audience demanded her attention.
    Reaching her destination, she stood and
caressed her body, her hands running lightly over her stomach down
to the band of her thong and pulled the material up into the wet
folds of her pussy. Angela's lips parted for the delicate lace,
allowing it to slide against her throbbing clit. Those close to the
stage could see her juices glistening on her inner thighs.
    Several people held up money, eager to catch
a glimpse of her pussy up close. Stepping over to them, the thin
material rubbing deliciously between her lips, Angela crouched
down. Those putting money into her garter could smell her sweat and
essence combining into a musky tang all her own. One daring woman
leaned forward, her clothing brushing against Angela's leg, as