I straighten my spine and force a smile. “Not at all.” I walk towards him and he eyes me up and down, licking his lips. He leans forward and runs his hand up my thigh, under my dress and tucks a huge wad of bills into my thong, and slaps me on the ass, his two friends chuckling beside me.
“She sure is pretty, I can see why you like her so much,” one of them comments.
“She looked incredible up on that stage tonight,” the other chimes in, licking his lips.
I hit play on the speaker and the room fills with music, the steady beat ofOftenby The Weeknd pumps through the sound system as I climb up onto the table and reach for the pole. With slow, calculated steps, I circle it, swinging my hips as I drift into the dance.
Slowly, I remove the tiny dress I’m wearing, their eyes track every movement, as I slide it down my body as seductively as I can until I’m left in a skimpy black bra and thong.
I reach around my back and unclasp my bra, taking my time in removing it, dropping each strap from my arms individually before letting it fall off completely. My nipples harden now that I’m so exposed, their eyes on me, making me shiver.
I lean my back against the cold chrome of the pole and slowly drop to a crouch, the pole wedged between my ass cheeks, my legs spread wide before dropping to my knees, crawling to the edge of the platform before them. I swing my legs over and make my towards them.
I circle the first man, my hands gliding over his shoulders as I drop into his lap, circling my hips. I hear him inhale sharply as my ass grazes his crotch. I tease him a little longer before moving onto the next man, and do the same. When I finally come toAngelguy, his eyes are dark with lust, his chest heaving as I lower myself into his lap, my back against his front, grinding against him, my head falling back against his shoulder.
My heart is racing, my skin crawling as I touch him, but I inhale deeply, trying to breathe through my nausea.
“You’ve gotta stop playing with me,” he rasps in my ear, running his hands across my body. I go to push his hands away, but he grips me tighter.
“On your knees, angel.”
“W-What?”
He grips me by the waist and spins me around, pressing me down to the ground. My knees hit the carpeted floor, my head level with his spread legs.
“You be a good girl now and do what I tell you to do.” He reaches for the buttons of his pants and opens the fly, the sound of the zipper cutting through the air, even over the music. “You’re such a little tease, angel, you’ve been begging for this.”
“I-I don’t-”
He grips my chin between his thumb and forefinger harshly. “You can either suck my dick willingly, or I’ll make you. Got it?”
I glance over to the other men and they watch with rapt attention. My eyes return to the man towering above me, bile rising in my throat and I nod slowly.
“That’s my angel.” He takes his cock out of his pants and begins stroking himself while staring down at me. “Come here.”
I try to swallow but my mouth is too dry, and my heart is pounding so hard I can feel it in my ears. I slowly lean forward, my whole body a trembling mess, and a sudden urge to vomit comes over me and I stop, my face just inches from his dick.
He lets out a deep groan as he continues fisting himself. “Come closer, angel. Wrap those pretty lips around my dick.”
My stomach lurches.
No.
I can’t do this.
“No.” I pull back and stumble to my feet, trying to keep my balance in these ridiculous heels and shaky legs. I cross arms over my bare chest. “I’m sorry... I... I can't.”
“Don’t play hard to get with me, angel.”
“I can’t do this. I’m sorry.” I back up further towards the door and he rises from the couch, starting towards me, his hand still wrapped around his cock.
The other two are still sat in their seats, watching everything unfold. My eyes instinctively searching for the panic button on the wall by the sofa, but it’s too far away.
“I paid you, I expect to get my money’s worth, bitch,” he snarls.
I pull the bills from my thong and hand them to him. “Here, take the money. I-I don’t want it.”
I turn and head towards the door.
