Private Dance Phone Sex. A Strippers Naughty Night. – Part 1
Private dance phone sex. It was time for us to go to work for the night and I was feeling some kind of way. I knew I wanted to have some fun tonight. Hoping a certain cute guy showed up. Definitely, in the mood to give a special kind of private dance phone sex tonight.
The girls were all getting into their outfits.
They easily tear away clothes over skimpy tops and bottoms. It was dark out there but in here the outfits flashed and glittered. Today I wanted to feel a little extra. I don’t know what was in the air but my pussy was wet and I wanted to dance.
There was nothing wrong with this job. I kept in shape and worked out a lot to keep my body in perfect shape.
Knowing I was already damp between my lower lips I chose a black pair of panties with flashy gemstones on the string of each side holding the small piece of cloth together around my hips. Then I picked the matching top that was an easy untie around the neck. Tonight I was hoping if I came across a certain man that had been watching me I could talk him into purchasing a private dance.
As I heard everything fall silent outside the door I rushed to put the rest of the outfit on. A pair of fake firefighter tearaways a black rip tank top and a helmet and I was ready for the initial walk on stage.
At certain times before the new girls went on shift they’d call us out and we’d get to show off a little to keep the guys waiting for more.
As I rushed out and onto stage through the side door I heard my name being called.
Moving over the stage in my fire woman’s outfit I heard the announcer making jokes about me playing with a big hose later. I loved this job. That’s when it happened though.
I saw you. I had been discreetly scanning the crowd and there you were all alone. You were here yesterday with a group and your eyes never left me. The huge tip you gave me also made me hope to see you again.
It wasn’t just that though.
It was the hunger in your eyes and the matching in mine at the thought of teasing and torturing you. As I finished my walk I went off the stage steps and walked around the crowd talking and letting them know I’d be onstage in an hour myself for my act.
That’s when I got to your table. When you asked me to sit down I complied and leaned closer to hear you over the music.
That’s when it happened I wasn’t expecting it so soon. You asked if I had time for a private dance and for you I knew I did. Getting up I grab your hand and lead us to the back. That’s where there are separate rooms with each having a chair, a couch, and a strippers bar in the middle.
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