She sees me and smiles. She goes to the floor, crawling her way toward me, never breaking eye contact.
She gets right in my face, saying, “Hi there, beautiful. Like what you see?”
My mouth opens when she shakes her bra-covered tits in my face, then stands back up with a saucy wink.
I whip my head around to look at Frost, who’s doing his best not to laugh.
“What do you think, Killer? Having fun so far?” he asks.
“I love it. The vibe is contagious. I just want to dance.” I flutter my lashes, flirting shamelessly with my Frost.
“You want to stay a bit longer?” Frost asks, but my attention snaps to the stage as a new girl is announced.
“Welcome to the stage, our star of the show. Meet the mesmerizing Mystic,” the announcer says.
Fog is pumped onto the stage, and music starts up. I see a figure emerging, and my jaw hits the floor. She is quite possibly the most attractive woman I’ve ever seen. A gorgeous tumble of glossy, chocolate brown hair hits her tailbone, with sparkling blue eyes, and curves for days.
The woman moves like a snake, swiveling her hips almost constantly. She prowls around the stage, noticing Frost and me. She comes to the edge, sitting down. Leaning close to Frost, she lays back and puts her legs in the air, showing her barely concealed pussy.
I scratch my lip, shoving back the urge to flip out.
Frost just shakes his head, so she focuses on me.
Licking her full lips, she puts out a hand for me. “Come on up, sexy,” she purrs, pulling me onto the stage.
“Uh...” I startle, eyes wide, looking at Frost hoping he’s not mad.
He nods with a smirk, so I just go with it. My heart pounds as every gaze in the room is on me.
The dancer backs me up to the pole. “Put your arms behind it,” she instructs. I hesitantly do as she asks, and she dances so close to my body, I can feel her heat.
She looks at the crowd, then back at me, as she slowly undoes her bra, shimmying it off, tossing it to the side.
I make a squeak of surprise, but Frost is looking at only me still. Holding my breath, I wait to see what she’s going to do next.
Next thing I know, the dancer pulls at my camisole, yanking it up, baring my barely covered breasts to the room. I swallow hard, my heartbeat loud in my ears.
She reaches out, popping each breast out of the bra. My nipples are so hard, they ache. I close my eyes as I feel her mouth latching onto one, and I moan softly.
My gaze flies over to Frost, who is breathing hard, his eyes at half-mast with desire.
The dancer whispers in my ear, “I’d love to give you and your date a lap dance in the back.”
I flounder with embarrassment but politely shake my head. Thankfully, she smiles and leads me off the stage.
Men throw money at me, screaming for more.
“Sorry, boys,” I say. “Please tip the lovely lady on stage instead.” I grab the pile of bills, walking over to the dancer and placing them in her garter. “Thanks,” I mouth to her.
I feel someone grab me by the waist, but I relax when Frost growls, “Mine. My Killer. You ready to go, you sexy beast?”
“Yeah,” I rasp out. I'm so turned on my core is throbbing.
Following Frost out to his bike, I climb on behind him. He starts the beautiful machine, and the vibrations underneath make me jolt.
Squirming, I hold on tight as he takes off.
My arousal doesn’t abate at all. I need Frost, and I need him now.
