TEMPTING THE LONER

SOB

having money makes

matter how much you have, you just want more. Greed kills the good girl tr

enjoy it,

ecause you have to smile to get more. The lust in the eyes of men as they take your presence in, the desire pulsing throu

, after all, it aids with escaping t

dancing in front of them. Because it fills a hol

to face them. All eyes are on me, every man in this room is

love

be my last night here and I

down from the ceiling. My legs surround a portion of it and I tra

eeded. They love seeing a lady needy. It feeds their egos. Boost it and pretend innocent an

ers caress my oily skin from my toes, to my spread open legs then up to my thighs. I move my han

I did. And it ignites their hunger. I can tell because this is n

ferent melody in contrast in my ears. There's something about being no

hery eyes. Letting my fingers slink on my skin, I untie the netty veil strap wrapped around my neck and it fa

a club stripper could ever put on. And they can s

h all that light

th just to have a taste of me. The kno

legs apart, I clap them together and clench my fingers o

dy, making my lingerie very noticeable. The first thing I do is raise my legs, which are stuck together, up and distance them a little bit while doing the slu

me for the audience to place a bet on the private entertainer for the night has come and I already

in and feed their fantasies from a distance. Maybe let them touch you, only if you want them to, but just on t

they never want to see my face up cl

nd flexible. Just like my body. I stretch my hand to the side and grab a glass of champagne from a waitress not too far from my left and curl my tongue around the brim of the champagne flute before

maneuvering amidst the stage and crowd, the betting seems to be going well.

th any of them. Not tonight. I'd be bored out of my wits having

re I'm requested to be a private entertainer. I may give my audience quite the peak before my last performance tonight. Or I

reasts. I grope one tit gently before sliding my hands down. My fingers are wide on the floor and I hump my hips up and down then

the door. That's when I notice someone walk in. My thro

From his stance, I can tell it's not his f

Fu

is muscular torso finely is the hottest man that caught my attention

g. Who is this man? I've never seen him here befor

. The thought alone stings down to the bone. I'm not even sure h

ver he ordered up to his mouth and swal

s han

only there was a way to catch his attention. My show will be ov

ut it is I don't kno

nd let him gaze my way. Let this man noti

urns m

breathe. How can the gaze of one man

down as I stretch my hand forward while

throat tightens. He's still watchi

m ne

ere have I ever felt cautious about my

swal

a show before he leaves. I raise my hand high and let the oth

yes linger around

How is this possible? How can on

s. It's all about the gentle movement of my legs this time. There's something about the mo

mething to him. Or I'll

tits are resting on the ground and my hips are raised. I collapse my hips on

y legs then up my body. I turn to

forward and catch him behind the crowd,

If I got him watching me till now, then I'm

. At the back of the stage are the staff in charge of stripper'

ighs upwards till my fingers touch the hem of the dress fabric and I rip it in two while

widen and his lower lip drops. This fills me with conte

e what hap