Lap dance in the club [MF]

She didn't really do it for the money. She did it because she was addicted; she got drunk off of men's stares and high off of the money they would spend simply to look at her. Money in the air, at her feet, in her panties. Money because she was pretty. Money because she was hot.

Her experienced eyes darted over the crowd. Then she saw him: he was sitting further back, with a bundle of 20s between two fingers, drinking his old fashioned. She danced and swayed her way through the throng of men, collecting singles as she brushed past them and flashing sultry smiles, to reach this very, very sexy businessman.

"Aren't you a pretty one," he purred in her ear. She smiled at him. She never spoke to her customers. The thought of how much a man would pay simply to enjoy her body made her wet. "This," he waved the wad of 20s lazily in the air "would be yours if you gave me a private dance." She smiled seductively at him, grabbed his hand and led him to the back. She was could feel his eyes against her bottom, and she knew he was checking out how good her ass looked.

She sat him down and began to dance her dance of seduction. She knew how to move her hips. Her dance was different; it was half bellydance, half stripping, and men could never look away. He took out another wad of cash and began dropping 20s on the floor around her every time she impressed him. She got drunk off of the way his eyes followed her, eyeing her up and down. She got high from every 20 he threw. She never felt sexier than she did in moments like these, when men would spend their livelihood just to watch her dance.

She sat on his lap, but that didn't stop her bellydancing motion. She straddled him, and even brushed her hands against the hardness underneath her. Her bright green eyes gazed into his. He couldn't help it. He was captivated.

She continued her dance. She bowed low, the tip of her nose brushing against the hardness. She knelt and kissed each thigh. She stood, and the skimpy top came off. Her breasts were perfect handfuls, and he helped himself. They were the same creamy white as the rest of her body, with dark blush-colored nipples. He grabbed her hips – they were wide, sexy hips, and she could tell by the way he grabbed them he was thinking about other things.

She turned and bent over, giving him the visual she thought he might need to complete the mental picture. Her ass was just about perfect. Big. Round. Firm. Without warning, he smacked her on the ass. She pushed back into him, letting him know that she loved it. But before he could indulge himself with another slap, she was straddling him again, allowing him to get up close and personal with her tits.

The moment the last 20 from his second wad of cash had been thrown to her feet and he didn't reach for another, she smiled at him and stood, stopping her dance. He smiled wistfully down at her, bent and whispered in her ear, "You're a little freak, you loved that as much as I did,"

She gave him a playful half-smile and grabbed her money. There were hundreds of dollars here, all spent by a man simply to worship her body. She was completely intoxicated.

Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/30c6bb/lap_dance_in_the_club_mf