she
sensually danced toward the front of the stage, her gloved hands swished the diagonal ruffles of her lime
green chiffon skirt. Because the skirt split at the top of her thighs, every swish provided the crowd with a
tantalizing glimpse of caramel skin, pink garters and black stockings. She smiled mischievously and nipped
the tip of a pink satin elbow-length glove. Twirling it overhead, she gave a hip-swiveling spin and tossed
the glove into the crowd. She did the same with the other glove, spinning in the opposite direction this time.
Chula shimmied to the front of the stage and flicked through the hidden hooks keeping her dress
closed. As she danced in a circle, the dress fell to the floor. She sent it stage left with a playful kick. A pink
satin cincher trimmed her thick waist, and a black bra adorned with pink beads and sequins enhanced her
abundant bosom.
Enthralled by her plump hourglass figure, Zel watched her sashay across the stage, her movements
punctuated by the brassy trumpet notes. She made a show of pouring a tequila shot, licking the inside of
her left wrist and applying salt. With a devilish smile, she swiped her tongue across the salt and kicked back
the shot.
As she sucked the lime juice from the green wedge clamped between her lips, Chula poured another
shot. She placed the shot in the tight valley between her heaving breasts. Ass wiggling, Chula squeezed a
fresh lime on the tan crest of her left breast. She sprinkled salt over the wet juice. A second lime wedge was
tucked between the cup of her bra and her right breast.
Zel anxiously devoured her buxom figure as she slowly danced her way down the steps of the dais.
When she reached the small bare patch of floor in front of the seated crowd, her eyes scanned the room.
Me. Pick me.
As if hearing his silent plea, Chula moved in his direction. Zel’s stomach dropped as she stopped in
front of him and winked. She gestured for him to take the shot. Throat dry and fingers trembling, Zel sat
forward in his seat. His pulse clamored so loudly against his eardrums it drowned out the sound of music
and the hooting crowd.
When he swiped his flattened tongue along the salted curve of her breast, their gazes locked, his cobalt
eyes clashing against her chocolate orbs. Savoring the salty lime flavor, he buried his nose between her soft
cleavage and wrapped his lips and teeth around the shot glass. Tilting his head back, he swallowed the
burning liquid and removed the glass from his mouth. Glass in hand, he plucked the lime from her bra with
his lips and squashed it between his teeth. Citrus juice trickled down his chin, and Chula, ever the
temptress, trailed a fingertip along his wet skin and brought it to her mouth, sucking the juice from her
finger.
Smirking sexily, Chula danced back onto the stage. Hips rocking, she squatted and gave the crowd a full
view of her frilly panties. Her nimble fingers unhooked the pink cincher. Swaying side to side, Chula stood
and opened the cincher, revealing a pink diamond heart dangling from a navel piercing. She flung the
cincher overhead and strutted to the vanity, her black pumps elongating her strides and tightening her
calves.
Sitting on the tufted bench, Chula crossed and uncrossed her legs. Zel’s heart raced with each glimpse
of her inner thighs. Chula kicked off her shoes and removed the silver clasp holding her low chignon. With
a wild shake, waves of black hair tumbled down her back. She unsnapped her garters and pulled the black
stocking from her right leg, bending her knee until her heel touched her thigh. She tossed the stocking into
the crowd and the men fought over it.
Using the second stocking as a prop, Chula salsaed down to the crowd again, stretching her supple
brown legs as she bobbed. She held the stocking tight against her chest and approached Pete Lazzo, the man
who’d arranged tonight’s entertainment. For a man who worked with some of the most physically
sensually danced toward the front of the stage, her gloved hands swished the diagonal ruffles of her lime
green chiffon skirt. Because the skirt split at the top of her thighs, every swish provided the crowd with a
tantalizing glimpse of caramel skin, pink garters and black stockings. She smiled mischievously and nipped
the tip of a pink satin elbow-length glove. Twirling it overhead, she gave a hip-swiveling spin and tossed
the glove into the crowd. She did the same with the other glove, spinning in the opposite direction this time.
Chula shimmied to the front of the stage and flicked through the hidden hooks keeping her dress
closed. As she danced in a circle, the dress fell to the floor. She sent it stage left with a playful kick. A pink
satin cincher trimmed her thick waist, and a black bra adorned with pink beads and sequins enhanced her
abundant bosom.
Enthralled by her plump hourglass figure, Zel watched her sashay across the stage, her movements
punctuated by the brassy trumpet notes. She made a show of pouring a tequila shot, licking the inside of
her left wrist and applying salt. With a devilish smile, she swiped her tongue across the salt and kicked back
the shot.
As she sucked the lime juice from the green wedge clamped between her lips, Chula poured another
shot. She placed the shot in the tight valley between her heaving breasts. Ass wiggling, Chula squeezed a
fresh lime on the tan crest of her left breast. She sprinkled salt over the wet juice. A second lime wedge was
tucked between the cup of her bra and her right breast.
Zel anxiously devoured her buxom figure as she slowly danced her way down the steps of the dais.
When she reached the small bare patch of floor in front of the seated crowd, her eyes scanned the room.
Me. Pick me.
As if hearing his silent plea, Chula moved in his direction. Zel’s stomach dropped as she stopped in
front of him and winked. She gestured for him to take the shot. Throat dry and fingers trembling, Zel sat
forward in his seat. His pulse clamored so loudly against his eardrums it drowned out the sound of music
and the hooting crowd.
When he swiped his flattened tongue along the salted curve of her breast, their gazes locked, his cobalt
eyes clashing against her chocolate orbs. Savoring the salty lime flavor, he buried his nose between her soft
cleavage and wrapped his lips and teeth around the shot glass. Tilting his head back, he swallowed the
burning liquid and removed the glass from his mouth. Glass in hand, he plucked the lime from her bra with
his lips and squashed it between his teeth. Citrus juice trickled down his chin, and Chula, ever the
temptress, trailed a fingertip along his wet skin and brought it to her mouth, sucking the juice from her
finger.
Smirking sexily, Chula danced back onto the stage. Hips rocking, she squatted and gave the crowd a full
view of her frilly panties. Her nimble fingers unhooked the pink cincher. Swaying side to side, Chula stood
and opened the cincher, revealing a pink diamond heart dangling from a navel piercing. She flung the
cincher overhead and strutted to the vanity, her black pumps elongating her strides and tightening her
calves.
Sitting on the tufted bench, Chula crossed and uncrossed her legs. Zel’s heart raced with each glimpse
of her inner thighs. Chula kicked off her shoes and removed the silver clasp holding her low chignon. With
a wild shake, waves of black hair tumbled down her back. She unsnapped her garters and pulled the black
stocking from her right leg, bending her knee until her heel touched her thigh. She tossed the stocking into
the crowd and the men fought over it.
Using the second stocking as a prop, Chula salsaed down to the crowd again, stretching her supple
brown legs as she bobbed. She held the stocking tight against her chest and approached Pete Lazzo, the man
who’d arranged tonight’s entertainment. For a man who worked with some of the most physically
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