This is a bad idea. I’ve been attracted to her from the get-go but having got to know her a little, to see some of the things she has been hiding, it’s a whole lot more complicated. I’ve fucking jacked off to thoughts of her, and felt like the world’s biggest dickhead afterwards.
She looks at me with such pleading in her eyes, and a touch of disappointment because she is expecting me to say no. Fuck. I can do this for her. I mean, it’s no hardship. And all I have to do is just watch and let her prove to herself and Ellie that she can do this.
I scratch the back of my head and look around. For a split second, I think about having her ask one of the other guys, but a burning rage fills me at that thought. Her dancing out there, with the other girls, and the men not able to get near her, is all good and well.
In a private room, where I know what goes on. Shit, no one is getting to see her like that. Not if I can help it. And not for her first time. That thought gets me more excited than it should.
“What do you need me to do?” I ask.
“Just sit down, and watch.”
“Easy peasy,” I smirk.
“Exactly.” She smiles.
“Okay then.”
“You’ll do it.”
“Sure. I’ll do anything to help you out.”
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
“Great.”
“Charley?”
“Yeah?”
“You want to get started?”
“Oh, yeah, right. Take a seat. I’ll set up the music.”
She turns around and Jesus, that ass. What the fuck am I doing? I turn away and move the chair back a little, then take a seat, in time for the music to start and Charley to turn and face me.
The music doesn’t even register when she gets up on the stage and starts dancing. My eyes trace every inch of her body from the top of her head to the tips of those pointy and high as shit heels she is wearing.
Her body moves in fluid motion, never stopping, never hesitating as she nails every move, spin and undulation of her body. I can’t take myeyes off her as she grabs the pole, arching forward and dragging her breasts up it, popping her ass out.
Then she spins around it so her back is to me, gliding down a little and back up again. Her elbows go out to the side and the sparkly top is in her hands, opened.
My mouth goes dry when she spins around, throwing her head back, allowing the fabric to fall down her arms and pool on the floor behind her.
My cock starts to get hard and I shift on the seat. It’s impossible to hide it, but what the hell am I supposed to do when she is practically naked in front of me?
Oh hell, this was a bad idea.
She straightens up and grips the pole her eyes opening. When she sees me, she falters and loses a step but keeps going, spinning around the pole and getting back into the rhythm.
I’m transfixed, my eyes greedily eating up every ounce of her body, the subtle sheen of her skin, the tightness of her ass, and the outline of her pussy, which is hidden from view but the hint of it is giving me all kinds of crazy ideas.
Then there are those tits. Perfect, bouncing slightly in a natural way, her nipples are rock hard, a dark rosy pink and the urge to go over and bite them takes over enough that I move forward in the chair, only catching myself when she turns her back to me and bends over.
Her long legs are crossed, presenting that perfectly peachy ass as she touches the floor with her fingertips.
The music ends, my cock is so painfully hard I need to fucking touch it, or her. Or… Shit.
