Tasting Candy: Over 60 Erotic Pregnancy Stories

That meant one of two things.

Either he was a broke ass fool who’d say he didn’t get dances in a place like this.

Or, the alternative, which I much preferred: he was so into me that no girl could break the spell I was weaving around him.

I licked my lips in that exaggerated way, and sauntered towards the pole in the middle of the dance floor. Usually on a night like tonight, I wouldn’t bother giving a good show. But this guy has lust in his eyes, and I want to make sure that’s all for me.

I grabbed the pole in my hand, letting my fingers rub up and down it in a teasing manner, all while staring right at the stud in the booth. I gave an exaggerated wink before I swung myself up, my thighs wrapping around the pole, my high heels way above my head as I spun. I gave him a good look over my ass, my strong legs, my slender tummy, and when I finally descended, I pressed the pole between my huge breasts, all while looking right at him.

His gaze was mine. I owned it. Even as the two beautiful women at his sides pawed at his chest, pressing in on his tailored shirt so that I could see the outlines of his pecs and abs, he watched me perform. Even as one of them tugged upon his expensive tie, I had his attention.

He was smitten with me. I could tell, even if his gaze was steely, betraying no emotion. He was a rugged man, but his unblinking gaze didn’t lie.

As my first song drew to a close, I leaned in against the pole and reached behind my back. It was a perfected move. I pulled on the string of my bikini, and in a snap, it wraps around the pole, exposing my nipples to the chilly air.

I moaned, my eyes fluttering shut as I removed the top entirely, spinning it around my finger before mock-flinging it at him. I winked again before tossing it towards my purse at the end of the stage.

His stony expression broke, and even though the two women were desperate for his attention, he grinned wryly at me. They were about ready to give up on him, I so owned his gaze, that one of them looked to me and gave an exasperated roll of her eyes before peering off. But then he did something, he pulled a roll of bills from his jacket and handed a thick stack to each of them. And they weren’t ones, I could tell you that much.

The two girls were torn between excitement and disappointment. If that was how much he’d pay for them to sit with him a spell, he was certainly going to give it all up to me after my show.

I turned, spanking my ass and letting the flesh ripple as the second song got into it, and before it’d barely gotten started, I was climbing up that pole once more. I spun, I stretched, I teased and touched and smiled and shon up there on the stage, and when my song finally ended and I was gathering my bikini, I know I’m going to make bank tonight.

True to form, the two women got up and leave his side, albeit a bit morosely. With the impressive sum in hand, one of them struts up to meet me as I get off stage.

“He wants you,” she said, doing a good job of hiding her jealousy with a smile and a pat of my arm. “Goodluck,” she said before heading off to search for another client.

Leaving me and the handsome man, who had ordered two drinks in the meantime. So that when I come to his table, he was hol

ding a cranberry vodka and there was my favourite waiting for me.

“Never seen a show like that before. Or maybe it’s just the girl performing it that has me wowed,” he remarked in a deep, husky voice that’s tantalizingly rough.

I giggled, patting his arm teasingly. “Oh, maybe it was both,” I said as I joined him, dressed once more in my skimpy micro-bikini. “But someone inspired me to do extra good tonight.”

“I hope that someone’s me, or I might have to get rough with some other guy,” he jested with an uneven smile. “Private dances, for you and me. How much? I bet you go for at least five times what the other girls charge here,” he said in a brazen display, plunking down half a grand in front of me, “or am I wrong?” he asked, playing his own little game with me.

“That might get you a song or two,” I said with a teasing grin, reaching out for that cold, hard cash. “Let’s see what we can do.”

I grabbed my drink and his hand, leading him towards the champagne room. It’s the higher class place to go, and I’m not even going to bother asking if that’s what he wants. His money has said as much, and I tip out the room attendant before taking him to the nicest one we have.

He helped himself into the booth, unbuttoning his jacket as he reclines back in the center of the seat, drink in one hand as he eyes me.

“Not much of a strip club man,” he said to me over the music, “but I had a special feeling tonight. Guess I was wise to listen to that little voice in my head. Oh, and don’t worry about if I want more. Just hold out your hand when you’re gettin’ antsy about owed dances, and I’ll fork it over.”

“My kind of man,” I grinned as I down my wine. It was the priciest thing they have in there, but really, I just loved the taste of it. Besides, it tells me if the guys are worth my time or not.

“So what were you doing tonight? Business?” I asked, as my hand goes to his chest. The next song hasn’t started, and paid or not, I don’t start ‘til the music does. It’s bad luck to start in the middle of a song.

“Business is done for the day,” he said, locking eyes with me after a sweep of my body. “And when I conclude the business deal of my life, I want to celebrate with the most beautiful woman I can find,” he declared with a charming smile that could easily steal most women’s time for free.

It was a wonder he didn’t just head to a bar. But it worked out well for me, to say the least.

“And what business are you in, baby?”

He looked a little surprised at first, his brows furrowing, then relaxing as he seemed to find some peace in my not recognizing him.

“Guess you aren’t much for business news, huh?” he remarked, pulling out his phone, and in a second popped up a story from CNN to show to me. And there it was, his distinguished face beneath the headline, ‘Aron Wolfe Concludes Military Contract for $4billion’.