Pacing back and forth, my five-inch stilettos tap click click click pause click click click against the tile floor. I play with the black tape covering my nipples, anxiously awaiting my turn. There is no greater high for me. No drug could ever come close to giving me this feeling. Heroin, cocaine, pot ... could never do this for me. I need to be watched. Crave to be watched. How many eyes will be raking over my body tonight? How many hands will reach out to touch me? How many cocks will burn to fuck me? This adrenaline rush is insane.

Curtain rises. 

I sashay into the box, fronted with a plexiglass window. This is my stage for the next ten minutes - my intimate fuck-space. You absorb me - my sexy blonde hair, perfectly-painted face, and irresistible, tantalizing figure. My fingers provocatively curl around the pole, swinging my bewitching body around, to provide you with a delicious full-body view. Spreading my shapely legs, I squat low and slowly drag my pussy back up the pole, leaving a trail of wetness behind. 

I see you. Yes, you ... in the blue shirt. God, what a rush watching your hand take its first brush against your growing cock!

I collapse on my hands and knees and crawl towards the glass, needing to get closer to you. While slinking towards you, I envision you as my prey. And I need to capture your desire. My blonde hair cascades over my shoulders, partially covering my dangling breasts. I move my head slowly from side to side, locking eyes with my voyeurs, sucking you all into my erotic world. Rising up on my knees, my fingers seductively peel my black tape off my left nipple, then my right.

I see you lick your lips, sweetie. Do you want to wrap your mouth around my taut nipple?

I press my little buttons against the glass, daring you to try to touch them. One of your hands reaches towards the glass, pinching the spot where my nipples rest. I tilt my head back and moan, showing you I feel your touch. 

I see you, slipping your hand inside her blouse, rubbing her nipple. Honey, I inspired him to do that, you know.

One of my hands grasps my left nipple now, squeezing and pinching. Oh, no, my right nipple is jealous. I look down at it, with sympathy. I suck on my left forefinger and then massage my right nipple, giving it the attention it craves. Watching you, watch me tease my nipple erect, ignites my fire between my legs.  

Oh baby, lurking in the back ... come closer. 

I turn my back to you, bending over to lay my pretty face against the cold floor. My hands reach behind me to spread my curvaceous ass cheeks. Look at my swollen lips, playing peek-a-boo around the skinny string of my black thong. You do that to me ... turn me on. See my tight little asshole? I would let you fuck it. I am dirty like that. Glancing over my shoulder, I see you loosening your tie. 

Sweetness, your face is flushed. And your mate is licking her red-painted lips. So, you both want me? How sweet.

I know you want more than a peek, but this is all you get for now. I pull myself back up with the pole in hand. I lock eyes with you - guy in the black suit - and stroke the pole like I would stroke your big dick straining to get out of those pants. Your eyes pop as I lick the pole with my tongue - up and down, up and down - long, smooth licks. I twirl my alluring body around the pole a few times to get your head spinning, before I lower my thong, slipping it down over my stilettos. I see you move closer. 

Falling to my knees again, I slither towards you and rest on my heels. Once again, I play with my creamy mounds, leaning forward smashing them against the glass, daring you to touch them. You imagine your cock thrusting, squished between them, titty-fucking me. 

Hi beautiful, pressing your own breasts against the glass. My pink glossy lips kiss the air, showing you my appreciation. 

All this attention sends me into euphoria. You can't imagine the feeling - being watched by you. My pussy is on fire now - aching, pulsating, begging. My middle finger slips into my throbbing cunt. I begin my come-hither motion inside, stroking my g-spot. Slipping in a second finger and then a third, my finger-fuck begins in earnest. Wildly bucking my ravenous cunt against my hand brings another hand to a crotch within the crowd outside the glass. You stroke as I stroke. We are fucking. Sitting back on my ass, I provide you with a better view. Your eyes lustfully watch my fingers do what you wish your cock could. 

You're drooling, sweetheart. Wipe your mouth. You want to fuck me? Awwww, you do.

While my right hand fucks my pussy, I slip my left fingers into my wet mouth. Dragging them back out, I move my hand to my needy clit, spreading my legs wider for your viewing. As soon as my fingers hit my hot spot, I scream to you. Your eyes roam trying to take it all in - my scrunching face - my bouncing breasts - my clenched thigh muscles - my screaming mouth - my shuddering pussy.

Oh, my. Your cock wants to be free, doesn't it? It's okay. Keep rubbing. You can cum in your pants. I won't care. 

I am close to my explosive release and search him out in the crowd. My heart jumps as I find him, eyeing me intently. He hears my silent request.

Good girl, he mouths.

Those powerful words are all I need. I cum - hard. Spreading my legs, I give you all a view of my pussy spasming, juices flowing, hips thrusting. Dipping a finger into my quivering, leaking pussy, I smear my wetness on the glass for you. Do you wish you could taste me? I bet you do.

Goodbye, my horny voyeurs. I hope you enjoyed the show. 

Curtain falls.