I'm an exotic dancer, a stripper, lap dancer, sexy temptress. My stage name is Eve. I'm 26 years old 5'10'', 34C-24-34, 120lbs. I'm tall, toned and sleek. I could run a marathon without breaking a sweat. Doing this job for 3 years and a strict diet and fitness routine has kept me in high demand at the club. During the day I'm a collage student finishing my degree in sports medicine.
I've met just about every type of man. I dance at an elite Vegas strip club. The clientele are wealthy and arrogant. They call themselves professionals. Doctors, lawyers, politicians, bankers, businessmen. I can tell their profession just by dancing for them and seeing how they behave. Politicians don't like to be looked in the eye. Bankers give lousy tips. I can spot a lawyer a mile away. Always in suits, always so sure of themselves. Usually arrogant and pretend like they're not interested, like they're just there for the drinks and to entertain their friends. They pay well because they believe that money is power, that people will do anything for their money. They're usually the ones that ask for 'favors' and slip really large tips to get the girls to go a bit further than they normally would. Men try their luck with me at every shift. The answer is no. I only dance. No favors or tricks. But that was about to change.
One night I was dancing for a guy. He was about fifteen years older than me, tall with dark eyes and very good looking. A lawyer for sure. He had that self assured look in his eyes, like he'd seen it all before, like he wasn't interested and he paid in $50 bills. For some strange reason I found myself very attracted to this guy. I felt a strong sexual urge to be with him that I've never felt for any other customer. I wanted to touch him, feel him, get closer to him. It didn't take long before I found myself crawling all over him. He had a great body, I could feel it through his business suit. I was so turned on by this guy. I got down on my knees, spread his legs apart and rubbed my hands over his firm manhood. I simulated licking it, sucking it, kissing it. I then sat on his lap and rubbed him between my butt cheeks. I was so hot for him. It had never happened before. I had never felt such lustful desires for a customer before. I would've laid on my back for him in a second.
I gave him the hottest lap-dance and cock grinding I have ever given a guy. I felt his hard cock against my pussy through my tiny silky panties. I wanted to take my panties off for him, to show him my wet, neatly trimmed pussy. But this wasn't that type of club, panties stayed on. The only glimpse he could get of my pussy was when I turned my back to him, spread my legs apart and bent down. By tugging on the triangular patch of fabric covering my sweet spot I could draw the g-string ridding between my butt cheeks up and in-between the lips of my vagina. I held that pose for a moment, then returned to an upright position, adjusted my panties and turned around to give him a sly smile. He could see I was into him, that I was enjoying him. He played it cool while I played it hot. He was such a tease. But three hundred dollars and 1 hour later, he decided it was time to go home. I was so horny I couldn't think straight.
A few weeks later he came back to the bar. I noticed him from a distance getting a dance from another girl. I walked over to them and joined her. He recognized me and smiled. Our eyes locked onto one another as I danced with the other girl for him. My clothes stayed on, she was with him first so she stripped down, passing her clothing items to me. As she began riding on his lap I left, slightly jealous. I could see this was torturing him. He wanted me. I wanted him. I watched them from a distance. He tipped her and she left. Now it was my turn. I walked up to him and without introducing myself, began dancing for him. Again I found myself wanting to screw him, to have him, to feel him inside me. The sexual tension and desire between us excited me. I could see he wanted more too yet he didn't ask for it. I appreciated that. I had a rule though. Do not date or sleep with a customer ever. But rules are meant to be broken and I would enjoy breaking this rule on him. When I was done dancing for him, I decided to ask him his name. I never ask them. I just politely thank them and move on. But this guy turned me on. I was sexually aroused by him.
He introduced himself as Brad and we chatted for a while. Guys in the club are not allowed to touch the girls and I could sense he wanted more. I certainly wanted more. I was afraid he wouldn't ask so I seductively asked what his plans were for the evening. I told him I felt like a night out to remember. He didn't have any plans and was just going to retire to his hotel room. I wanted him to retire inside me.
We carried on chatting, I danced for him and teased some more. He liked being teased and I enjoyed teasing, torturing him, rubbing my body up against him, my breasts and tight hard nipples against his chest, up to his face. My G-string on. If he wanted to see my pussy, he'd have to make the next move. I waved my tight butt in his face, caressed every inch of my body, kissed and licked my firm nipples and rubbed my wet pussy through my panties. To prove I was wet for him, I pressed my middle finger against the top of the silky triangular piece of fabric and pushed it down against my pussy so it parted the lips. I held my finger there to allow the fabric to absorb some of my juice. I slowly pulled my finger up, slid it over my silky panty, over my belly, between my breast, up my neck, over my chin and into my mouth. I locked onto his gaze and he followed my eyes as I looked down at the small wet patch on my silky blue triangular pussy patch.
He could see I was aroused. I was wet with desire. It had never happened before at the club, I had never felt horny dancing for a guy.
I could have danced for him all night. We were in a secluded spot in the club. I sat on his lap with my back against his chest. His hardness between my butt cheeks. Dirty, naughty thoughts filled my mind. I wanted to screw him in the club. I wanted to slip his cock into me. So close, so tempting. I'd heard of other girls doing it . There were girls that had screwed customers in the club and gotten away with it. It was against the club rules, I would be fired, the bouncers would beat him up for touching me. How much longer could I hold out for. I had to get off, to dance at a distance. He sat back and watched my yearning body move for him.
Suddenly he signaled for me to come closer and whispered that he'd like to show me a night out to remember. He took out a few $100 bills and his hotel card, folded the 2 together and slipped them into the side of my G-string. I didn't want his money. I took out the folded notes and put them into his trouser pocket, letting my hand wander to feel his rocket. It was ready for take-off and I was dying to ride it. He smiled and left.
I clocked out, took a shower and got ready to impress him again. I was about to have sex with a customer, something I swore I'd never do. My closet at the club was filled with very sexy outfits. I chose a deep red full length, deep V-neck halter dress. My perky 34C breasts tucked perfectly behind the drapes, breast-bone exposed, bare back and a slit on one side up to my thigh with a pair of black 8 inch heels of course. Elegant yet sexy. His hotel was across the road.
I opened the door to his suite. There he was, still in his suit. Champagne on ice, soft background music and lights dimmed. A perfect setting for what I wanted to do to him. Perfect because I would have taken him in an alley behind the club if he'd asked.
He welcomed me and we enjoyed a drink together on the sofa. My long naked leg peering out of the dress, crossed over. He noticed that. He noticed my bear back, my nipples hard pointing against the silky fabric of my dress. We talked for a few minutes and when I looked up at him he was staring right into my eyes. Right about then I felt tiny electrical pulses through my body. I couldn't take my eyes off him.
He moved slowly towards me and started kissing me, like I've never been kissed before. His tongue entered my mouth and instantly I felt a tingling sensation all over my body. His hand touched my naked exposed thigh creating a wave of goose bumps all over my body. I turned over, straddled him and pushed my pelvis into his. I couldn't help grinding my pussy against his crotch as he caressed my bare back, my spine, my shoulder blades and my neck.
I got up, took him by the hand and walked him over to the arm-chair and sat him down. I leaned over him, my cleavage in his face. My hands reached down to slowly remove his belt and pull down his trousers, I peeled off his pants slowly to reveal what I was eager to see. I was thrilled to look down at his hard, twitching cock standing up to attention, begging to be kissed and caressed.
I wrapped my fingers around his warm shaft, hard as steel. I slowly pumped it up and down, up and down. Gripping it tightly, I went for the head. I sucked and licked it. I curled my tongue around it then licked the shaft from the base to the tip of the head. Licking it with the tip of my tongue in long gentle strokes. It twitched with excitement. I wanted to devour it. Holding it by the base, I opened my mouth wide and lowered my head down until it was all the way into my mouth. Closing my lips on it, I sucked and twirled my tongue around it then moved my head slowly up and down, sliding his glorious shaft in and out, in and out, not letting the head out of my mouth, my lips sealed around it. I cupped his balls, caressed them, sucked each one gently and licked the shaft from the base all the way up to the tip and back down again. It deserved to be worshiped. After a while, he shoved me away so that he wouldn't come, I wanted to suck and lick some more but he kept me away. He wasn't ready yet. He wanted more of me. I needed more of him.
He stood up and I stood up to meet him. His cock against my dress. My clitoris aching to be against his naked cock.
I wanted him to rip my dress apart. To take me urgently but his gentle hands slipped between the folds of my halter dress, over my shoulders, untied the neck halter and let the dress drop into a puddle around my ankles. He held my hand as I stepped out of the dress, my naked body was all his. I wanted him to touch me all over.
He took my face in his hands and kissed me, running his hands through my hair. My nipples hardened as he caressed my breasts and took them in his mouth. When he stopped, I slowly unbuttoned his shirt and ran my hands over his chest and shoulders, dropping his shirt to the floor.
I was naked against him. He embraced me, his warm hands on my bare back. My breasts against his chest, his rock hard cock against my throbbing pelvis, my pussy wet in anticipation.
