Donna D’errico In Playmate ( Sept 1995) Baywatch Babe

Throbbing disco lights strobed across the dance floor as Donna D’Errico shimmied her curvy hips in time with the thumping bass, her blond hair bouncing with each sway. The crowd of writhing bodies parted like the Red Sea as the 1995 Playmate of the Month made her way to the stage, oozing sex appeal from every pore.

Grinning devilishly, Donna grabbed the chrome pole and slinked up it, her sequined dress riding high on her toned thighs. She stopped at the top, one long leg extended over her head in a breathtaking display of flexibility. The scantily clad patrons hooted and hollered, tossing bills at her feet.

“Work it, girl!” a male voice bellowed.

Donna smirked and oblige, gyrating her hips in a slow circle. She ran her tongue over her plump lips while trailing a manicured hand down her lean stomach and under her dress. As the music cranked up, she shimmied the garment off her tanned shoulders and let it pool at her stilettos. Next she unzipped her dress, censors blurring her barely-concealed chest. With a wicked wink, she slithered out of it completely, revealing a lacy G-string and pasties over hardening nipples.

“Now that’s the stuff,” a woman in the front row purred.

Men licked their lips as they ogled the flawless Playmate. Every ounce of feminine power radiated from her ebony-lashed eyes as Donna placed a hand between her breasts and shoved them together. They bounced hypnotically as she rolled her shoulders and thrust her hips. Reaching behind, she undid the clasps of her G-string and playfully tossed it aside. Her bits were covered demurely, yet the tease left little to the imagination.

Turned on and inspired, the raunchy audience only encouraged the Tabletop dancer with whistles and cheers. Donna ate up the attention like a dab of frosting on a cupcake. She spun around, bending at the waist to slowly run her hands up her shapely calves and thighs, over her succulent rear, before sensually caressing the hills of her heaving breasts. Glancing devilishly over her shoulder, she continued her lap dance in the mirror, betraying no intimate inches but plenty of subtle curves. All the while, she maintained a flush of flexibility, bending double at the hips, splitting herself through her legs, showcasing every angle.

The erotic show climaxed on the edge of the stage as the petite Playmate smoothed her hands reverently over her writhing body, pressing her thighs together to quell the ache building between them. Her pose popped at her fullest yet every throb of music made it quiver with desire. Then with a final wink, she covered her bare treasures with a few strategically placed bits of pastie, teased up the dance, and slinked off to “earlier engagements.” Talk about a grand finale!

Donna’s daring act at Scores left every patron panting and flushed. The dance had been infinitely more tantalizing for what it had NOT revealed compared to all of the tawdry explicitly hardcore trash exponentially filling the adult market. There had been hints, glimpses, arched brows and sly smiles, but ultimately, left everyone hungry for just a bit more. For the elusive caress. The tantalizing trace.

What an appetite-whetter- in that Scores vid. If only I had the confidence of that naughty table-top dancer to be a sexual tease and not let it all hang out all of the time… What might that delicious Donna do next? I’m sure she’s got plenty of other erotic surprises to leave me wanting more. Maybe I know some other sizzling core performers who would like to meet her for some “inspiration sessions” ? Let’s find out! <<>> (1000 words)|#