“I can’t get up there by myself!” I have only performed a few times with a few other girls as a stand in during rehearsals. Erin thinks that Tyler keeps me off stage, because he’s jealous and doesn’t want other men watching me. I’m afraid it’s because I look terrible on stage.
“You are. You can do this. I am going to cover your post, now get your ass backstage!” She smacks me on the ass and I let out a giggle.
I notice Tyler watching with curiosity as I head backstage. Trina gives me a pep talk and a shot of something brown that stings my throat. I give her a confused look.
“Honey, I won’t tell if you don’t. I can see that you are nervous, but just have fun with it. Cut loose for once. Your ass is wound so tight, just go with it,” she advises.
For once in my life I am going to do just that.
I try to shake my jitters away as I watch the girls finish up their routine to Erotica by Madonna.
The DJ cuts in over the speakers as the girls exit the stage. “Tonight gentlemen, we have a special treat. We have a virgin to the stage.”
The song Representin by Ludacris begins to play. I make my way out onto the stage. I have danced before on a pole in the strip tease class at the gym, so that’s what I decide to do, make use of what I know. I hope I don’t make a fool of myself. I get a good grip and wrap my legs around the pole. Twirling my way to the bottom, I land in the splits. Leaning my head back I observe Tyler standing close to the stage watching me. The way he is studying me gives me the courage to continue. This performance is for him and only him. Even though the room is full of other men, he is the only one I see. I am blind to anything or anyone else in this moment.
I slink my way across the floor back to the pole feeling his heated gaze caress my shoulders. I get a grasp on the pole climbing to the top, but this time I flip upside down and gracefully slide, pausing halfway down. I spin down a bit further. I pause again and scissors kick my legs before making my way to the floor. My eyes break from Tyler’s hold briefly, as I turn right side up and spin around the pole a few more times.
Back on the floor, I move my hips to the music. Grabbing a cane from the side of the stage I start stalking my way towards the end where Tyler is standing, watching me, watching him. He better be careful what he wishes for. The way he is raking his eyes all over my body feels like he is fucking me right here, right now, on this stage in front of everyone, and I love every second of it. Being on this stage is a rush I never imagined feeling. I take the cane and poke him in the chest with the tip, giving him a naughty grin.
The song cuts, and I make my exit. I go into the dancer’s lounge to come down from the high I am feeling from my performance. I take a drink from my bottled water, that performance left me parched. As some of the girls are telling me what a great job I done, Tyler bursts through the door and orders everyone out. I start to follow the girls out the door. I am the last one to reach the exit and Tyler.
He looks like a rabid animal. Appearing as though he is a lion ready to devour his prime meat. He jerks me back into the room. “Not you.” he growls as he grabs a chair shoving it under the door handle to jam the door.
Jerking my body into his, allowing me to feel how hard his cock is for me, he breathes out the word, “Sugar.”
I should walk away, but the adrenaline from being on stage is still coursing through my veins.
Fisting his hands in my hair, he pulls my mouth to his. His tongue darts through the parting of my lips, as he rips the mask from my face. I feel like he is sucking the very breath from my lungs, and I want to give every last puff of air in me to him.
He licks his way down my throat, tasting my sweat. I can’t catch my breath.
“Mmm, you even taste like an early morning rain,” Tyler whispers as his mouth closes in on mine once more.
I start unbuttoning his shirt and slide it down his arms. Running my tongue over the smoothness of his chest I slowly trail my way down his perfect V. I peek up at him through my lashes. He has his hands crossed behind his head, rocking on his heels. Unzipping his slacks, I shove them down to his ankles. This is only about pleasing him. Wrapping my red nails around the base of his shaft, I gradually rake my teeth up his length. He shudders and a deep, primal growl rips from his throat. He rocks himself into my mouth, his hands latching into my hair at the roots and he steadies my head, guiding me to the pace he enjoys.
I lick his perfect cock from base to tip. Slow then fast. I repeat the motion. I can feel him getting close to his orgasm as I suck down harder until the head of his cock reaches the back of my throat.
Gently, Tyler pulls out of my mouth before he brings me up from my knees, shoving me face forward over the back of the sofa. Pulling my boy shorts down, he kicks my feet apart, and rips my fishnets straight down the seam that runs over my bare ass. Running his fingers over my hard nub he smacks my clit. “Always ready,” he whispers in my ear, dipping his finger inside my wet pussy. Sticking his finger in my mouth as he presses against me, I lick my arousal from his thick digit. Repeating the motion, he savors my taste on his lips. Pulling my head backwards with force he bites the shell of my ear.
He keeps teasing the crack of my ass with the head of his dick and it’s driving me insane.
“Please, Tyler! Fuck my pussy,” I beg, knowing I sound desperate. I am, I’m so desperate for him to fuck me again.
He smacks me on my ass, giving a slight sting to my cheeks. Pulling my hair harder he growls, “Please fuck who’s pussy?”
“Please, Tyler fuck your pussy,” I pant. I can’t believe the words that are coming out of my mouth, I’ve never been one for dirty talk.
He thrusts into me deep. “Fuck, you’re so tight,” he grits in my ear.
I roll my hips with each thrust taking him deeper inside. His balls smack against my ass. The club is packed and the music is playing, but all I can hear is the slick sounds of our skin pounding against each other. He jerks his dick out of me, spilling the ink of his passion across my back and down the crack of my ass. That’s twice we’ve screwed around without a condom, I can’t let it happen again. Screwing around and being careless is what landed me in the position I’m in today.
Tyler takes some tissues and cleans his come from my skin. I am still trying to catch my breath as he wipes away the evidence of our tryst.
The force of what we just did claws its way to the surface of my conscious. “Tyler, did we really just fuck at work?”
“Whatever the consequences, it was worth it sugar.”
“Look at me.” I wave my hands over my disheveled appearance. “I can’t go back out there like this!” I start to panic. “I’m sure everyone knows what we were in here doing.”