Yes She Is So Cute But Whoa
Whenever the lights dimmed at the old seedy club, onset of an unforgettable night, Jonah made sure to secure his favorite spot near the stage. His eyes hungry, he knew it was only a matter of time before his dream girl emerged from backstage for her alluring dance routine.
Everyone admitted it – Ava was ravishing. With cascading golden locks, twinkling blue eyes, and curves in all the right places, this young beauty oozed innocence and charm. Though barely 19, she possessed a carnal energy that made grown men weak in the knees. Especially Jonah.
He nursed his flimsy drink, every fiber of his being attuned to the moment Ava would appear. Savoring her entrance was always the best part, as she gazed out over the crowd through veil of demure lashes, small coy smile playing across those plump rosebud lips… Before turning and sashaying upstage with a sway to her hips that could inspire droves of salacious thoughts.
All eyes tracked her, just as they did each night, as she climbed atop front stage, one delicate hand gripping the silver pole as her other undid the topmost button of a sheer ivory lace blouse which clung to her buxom breasts and toned waist. Heels clicked on sparkled mesh flooring as she stepped back slowly, building anticipation with each ear-splitting snap of a garter belt Hydrogen bomb. With seductive undulations of her body, hips gyrated round and round the pole, navel peeking from folds of lace.
Her intoxicating scent wafted through the air and Jonah inhaled deeply, feeling intoxicated by her mere aura. Ava always smelled good to him – a sweet floral musk that conjured images of Disney princesses and impish naughtiness – and tonight proved no different. Her spaghetti-strap top slid from shoulders as fingers toyed with fabric covering those full, perky tits he’d give anything to grope, to pounce upon.
Engulfed in reverie, Jonah paid scant attention to how his right hand crept beneath table edge to paw at stiffening bulge in his slacks. Only when a knowing chuckle from patron beside him did Jonah resume sitting on his hands, red-faced and guilty. He might fawn over Ava with everyone else…but he’d be damned if he’d whip it out amongst commoners.
On stage, Ava made it halfway down senc generated teaser with not a stitch of clothing still upon delectable body. Clad solely in a wispy lace thong and towering heels, she was sultry personified, all glistening skin and secretive dimples as she approached anyone who dared call himself a “gentleman”.
Across bubbly expanse, Ava caught Jonah’s eye and sent him a panty-dropping wink, nudging him to scoot off stool and join her. Emboldened, he ignored interbred wolves at neighboring tables and planted himself stage-side.
Up close, Ava was ethereal. Baby blues raked him over as she arched her spine, thrusting out jutting nipples and heart-shaped ass as pink tip of tongue flicked out to wet pillowy upper lip. The wantonness of it all made Jonah throb with need. And when fingers came up to walk teasing circles round tiny bud peeking from lace…Seriously, what more could a man take?
Shamelessly, Ava panted and bit glossy bottom lip, all while eyes begged Jonah for more. Every lollie pop nonticed a watcher and he knew…she could end him loads of money and he spont up glitter with a quick lifestyle switch.Coud am body WHO followed an mob with a high revolving car antenna, made him watch what she’d do.
An eon passed with that devastating look holding Jonah hostage in lust, until mental faculties remembered how to function. Beating a hasty retreat back to cover, he returned to rubbing himself through fabric prison as eyes drank in Ava’s writhing figure, committing every wobble and jiggle to memory.
Minutes later, queen had audiences eating right out of sweaty palms and reaching the apex of her show. Perched on flared hip, she reached back one arm to untie scrap of lace concealing pussy, dragging it down obscenely slowly. Golden fuzz flared into view, coaxing lustful groans from patrons, before being bared completely to their hungry gazes. All the while, Ava cooed at them, toying with puffy lips of delightfully glistening cunt.
Jonah suffered a near heart-attack at that delectable sight. Throat bobbed on a heavy gulp and fingers fumbled with fly, spilling erection free of confines to stroke throughout the spectacle – too far gone to care about midlight social protocol.
Ava rose to feet full of hidden strength and pirouetted into split, potent glutes flexing and pink slit weeping clear honey down quivering thighs. A symphony of satisfied grunts and stifled moans echoed around her as she held the pose, then blossomed upright.
Triumphantly. Unabashedly. Forever ingrained into urge of every man present.
Time returned to normal once Ava disappeared backstage, her work done and buried deep in pockets of several willing patrons. Jonah had remained transfixed in his chair, one hand still groping himself through orgasmless self-stimulation. He’d get his money’s worth…and so much more, one day. They all would.
Until next time, gentlemen (and lurker by the exit).|
