After dinner Peter returned to his motel room but found it hard to rest. Each time he closed his eyes he thought of Anna and what she had been going through since Ned had taken her away. It was only when he dreamed of the two of them together with their sons and new baby did he finally relax enough to fall into a deep sleep and didn't wake until a knock came at his door. Pulling himself from bed, he walked to the door and found Beth waiting outside.
"You ready to go?" she asked.
"Ready? You just woke me up."
"It's seven o'clock stud. One hour until show time. Lets get cracking," she joked.
Peter quickly hopped into the shower to help wake up and then came back into the motel room. Beth was sitting on the side of the bed and reviewed what she had told him about performing in front of the audience. Reaching for his clothes, he grabbed his underwear and then stopped. "No need for these I guess," and threw them back onto the bed. Beth laughed as he finished dressing.
Entering the "house" he noticed the same young man and older woman that he had seen earlier ending their performance and leaving the stage. Then the boss climbed the stairs to the stage and raised his hands for silence from the audience. "Ladies and Gentleman, Senors and Senoritas. I have a special show for you tonight. Our very own hostess, Anna, has accepted an offer to move up in her life, but needs your help. So tonight, she and a friend will entertain us here on center stage." Dropping his hands he left the stage and the spotlight dimmed.
When the spotlights came back on Anna was standing in the center of the stage: dressed in a white top and print skirt. The only other thing on the stage was a chair facing towards her.
Quickly looking at Beth, she shrugged her shoulders and mouthed, "Go with the flow."
Slowly the music began to play and Anna waggled her ass, moving her hands up and down her body. Gently squeezing her tits and causing her tit-milk to soak through the top and expose her gorgeous tits through the material.
Sitting in the audience Peter watched as his cock began throbbing inside his pants, his eyes glittering with excitement. Anna's long, slender legs moved snake-like as she turned and danced slowly. Her ass bunched and relaxed.
Her blouse was open almost to her waist, revealing the deep creamy valley between her tits. Her tits, though firm and tight looking, from all the milk in them, jiggled slightly as she danced and it was obvious that each of the patrons in the front row were hoping that a nipple or even the whole breast might suddenly escape from her blouse as she danced. Her hips, encased in her print shirt, swayed and made grinding motions, her crotch bare underneath, allowing a slight whiff of her womanly aroma to escape and drift to the front row. When she twirled her ass in Peter's direction, he watched the skirt lift and split revealing her ass and bare skin between her legs.
Anna wasn't really a dancer, but it wasn't the first time she'd danced like this. In fact she'd danced like this for Peter many, many times before but always in the privacy of their home. She loved watching his cock harden inside his pants, knowing he was ready to shove his hard cock up her pussy, had always excited her. But tonight she needed to do more than simply turn Peter on she needed to do the best she had ever done to turn on the audience as well.
She had a natural sense of rhythm that was sensuous and arousing, her movements more like fucking rather than dancing. The sway of her hips, the twist of her shoulders, the way she thrust her large, milk-filled tits towards the audience seemed to promise each of them much more. Quickly she realized she loved to turn people on with her body and that the audience appreciated what she was doing as a few of the members sitting I front were beginning to twitch and twist in their seats and a few were already tossing money onto the stage for her.
Gazing into the audience Anna spotted Peter and gave him a "come here, baby" look which he gladly obeyed. Once on stage with her Anna had him sit down on the chair and with her eyes gazing looking directly at his bulging cock, she again began to slowly revolve her hips. She licked at her full lips, running her hands up and down her hips. Her nipples stood out with rubbery hardness, pointing against the thin blouse. She curled her fingers around her tits for a moment. A slight squeeze of her fingers made her nipples become more pronounced and milk flow from them, wetting her blouse even more.
Unable to stop, Peter gasped softly as he stared at her tits and remembered what it felt like to hold them in his hands. His body responded as if with a mind of its own but Peter continued to sit in the chair making no effort to conceal the hard-on that she had caused.
Squeezing her tits was something Anna had frequently done when dancing for Peter but what she did next, however, was different. With her eyes lustfully glowing and her lips parted slightly as she panted, she opened the front of her skirt and slowly caressed her hands down along her lower stomach, moving her fingers about the bulge of her pussy while her hips revolved in slow motion. The gasps from the audience encouraged her.
"You really love to watch me, don't you, honey?" she asked in a low, whispery voice.
Peter nodded, swallowing as his eyes followed her hands.
Anna slowly slipped one hand between her thighs and lightly rubbed along her pussy slit. Her hips moved rhythmically as she rubbed at her pussy two or three more times. She knew she couldn't rub the lust-swollen flesh much more because needed to hold off coming as long as possible to get the money that she and Peter needed. Dancing for Peter this way was not only making his cock harden and strain against the front of his pants, but lighting a torch of desire deep inside her pussy. Tracing a fingertip along the outlined slit of her pussy one last time, Anna could tell how hot and wet she was as she felt her juices leaking from her slit to coat her inner thighs.
Instinctively, looking down at Peter's lap to see if she was having the desired effect on his she was rewarded with the sight of his hard cock pressing against the front of his pants, straining for release.
"Oh, God!" she purred, widening her stance and thrusting her hips forward. "Oh, my God."
The audience's eyes watched her finger move along the edge of her crotch. Many wanted to grab her, grab her by her pussy. Peter's right hand trembled as it slipped onto his lap and started for the zipper on his pants. Despite the many times Anna had danced for him, she had never touched herself this way, and a sense of lust and desire seemed to flow from her to fill the room.
Anna slid her hand between her legs again, a low guttural moan escaping her lips as she found how very, very sensitive her pussy was becoming. The sensations rumbling through her slender body were greater than ever before. She was sure she would come if she placed just the slightest bit of pressure upon her knotted clitoris so she looked at Peter and watched as his hand slowly moved closer to the bulging cock within his pants before stopping. She knew what he was feeling. She knew because she was feeling the same thing: desire, desperate desire, desire that was demanding satisfaction.
"Grab it, baby'" she hissed, the words coming out before she could choke them back. "Grab it now!"
Unsure of what she wanted him to grab he sat there watching her. Anna was still running her fingertips along the edge of her crotch. Her eyes focused on the bulge of his cock as it strained for release against the front of his pants. Peter licked his lips in nervousness, his hand shaking in his lap and the tips of his fingers almost touching the growing.
Sensuously, Anna swung her hips in a slow, tight circle, trying to work a finger into the "V" between her thighs as she watched Peter slip his hand over his throbbing cock.
"That's it, baby!" Anna moaned softly. "Grab it tight!"
