forward, holding the book at such an angle that no one’s view of my trembling body is blocked. I feel five pair s of eyes on me, on my incredible tits and pulsing pussy. There’s not even a thong between my audience’s eyes and my glistening lips. I am only twenty feet away from the men, close enough for t hem to smell my sweet juices as they began to slip down my inner thighs.
Each one of them has a painful erection now, but they won ’ t touch me. I am not to be touched, those are the rules and we all know it. Still, m y p ussy aches for cock as I press against the humming nub at the stool’s edge. I want my nipples sucked hard and imagine Max Gregory doing the job, rubbing them raw with his whiskers as he fingers my cunt and massages my ass hole with the edge of his thumb .
I read on , refusing to make eye contact again with any of them, especially ref using t o give the club owner t he satisfaction. I feel his gaze on me. He loo ks only at my face . My voice wavers as my orgasm begi n s to build. I turn myself around on the stool, with my ass again presented to my audience. I part my legs so they can all better see my quivering wetness as I press against the vibrator, the book of dirty poetry now abandoned.
My energy is different now as I turn my face back to the men. Instead of languid and unrushed, I’m now breathless and whimpering. The men watch me chase my pleasure, pressing into my tool as pain crosses over my face.
“You need some help, sweetheart?” one of the older men asks .
“Let her finish,” commands Max in a low voice . I whimper , hardly even hearing them, my breathing coming quick and hot. I want to lie down; it’s becoming difficult to stay upright as I get so close to unraveling. My voice breaks through my resistance and I cry out in an obscene, ragged release . God damn, one of the men growls. M y face contorts into a raw smile as the waves of orgasm wash over me and radiate out from my core . My body is in ecstas y as I shudder at the pleasure I’ d been denying myself for weeks in anticipation of this night .
As I finish , my eyes are locked on one man. Max Gregory smirks; I hope I’ve shocked him a little . I feel like laughing hysterically. I can’t believe I did it. I can’t believe I walked in here and did that. I feel satisfied and proud of myself for taking the risk, for trying something so terrifying.
When it’s clear it’s over, the older men clap and whistle . Two mak e a mo tion to approach me, but Max stops them.
“Leave us,” he says in a quiet voice. “Now.”
I am surprised with the others do as he says. When he turns back to me, I’ve put my dress back on and gathered myself. I don’t really want to chat with him now , to break the fourth wall , but it appears I don’t have much of a choice.
“ That was quite a show,” he says appreciatively.
“Thank you.” My eyes meet his and skitter away. My desire for him scares me. I don’t trust myself to carry on a normal conversation and I didn’t expect to have to chat about my performance. I’m not here to make a new friend. My reasons are far more complicated than that.
“Not quite what I was expecting,” he adds.
“What were you expecting?”
“Not that.”
“I hope you weren’t disappointed. I call it ‘ minimalist burlesque. ’ ”
“ Ha. On the contrary. What is your name? ”
“ Leigh. My name is Leigh. ” I don’t ask him his, there’s no need. “ I should go. This w as my first night; I don’t want to overstep any boundaries.”
He laughs . “How
Each one of them has a painful erection now, but they won ’ t touch me. I am not to be touched, those are the rules and we all know it. Still, m y p ussy aches for cock as I press against the humming nub at the stool’s edge. I want my nipples sucked hard and imagine Max Gregory doing the job, rubbing them raw with his whiskers as he fingers my cunt and massages my ass hole with the edge of his thumb .
I read on , refusing to make eye contact again with any of them, especially ref using t o give the club owner t he satisfaction. I feel his gaze on me. He loo ks only at my face . My voice wavers as my orgasm begi n s to build. I turn myself around on the stool, with my ass again presented to my audience. I part my legs so they can all better see my quivering wetness as I press against the vibrator, the book of dirty poetry now abandoned.
My energy is different now as I turn my face back to the men. Instead of languid and unrushed, I’m now breathless and whimpering. The men watch me chase my pleasure, pressing into my tool as pain crosses over my face.
“You need some help, sweetheart?” one of the older men asks .
“Let her finish,” commands Max in a low voice . I whimper , hardly even hearing them, my breathing coming quick and hot. I want to lie down; it’s becoming difficult to stay upright as I get so close to unraveling. My voice breaks through my resistance and I cry out in an obscene, ragged release . God damn, one of the men growls. M y face contorts into a raw smile as the waves of orgasm wash over me and radiate out from my core . My body is in ecstas y as I shudder at the pleasure I’ d been denying myself for weeks in anticipation of this night .
As I finish , my eyes are locked on one man. Max Gregory smirks; I hope I’ve shocked him a little . I feel like laughing hysterically. I can’t believe I did it. I can’t believe I walked in here and did that. I feel satisfied and proud of myself for taking the risk, for trying something so terrifying.
When it’s clear it’s over, the older men clap and whistle . Two mak e a mo tion to approach me, but Max stops them.
“Leave us,” he says in a quiet voice. “Now.”
I am surprised with the others do as he says. When he turns back to me, I’ve put my dress back on and gathered myself. I don’t really want to chat with him now , to break the fourth wall , but it appears I don’t have much of a choice.
“ That was quite a show,” he says appreciatively.
“Thank you.” My eyes meet his and skitter away. My desire for him scares me. I don’t trust myself to carry on a normal conversation and I didn’t expect to have to chat about my performance. I’m not here to make a new friend. My reasons are far more complicated than that.
“Not quite what I was expecting,” he adds.
“What were you expecting?”
“Not that.”
“I hope you weren’t disappointed. I call it ‘ minimalist burlesque. ’ ”
“ Ha. On the contrary. What is your name? ”
“ Leigh. My name is Leigh. ” I don’t ask him his, there’s no need. “ I should go. This w as my first night; I don’t want to overstep any boundaries.”
He laughs . “How
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