All eyes were glued to the stage as the low sound of the sultry opening chords brought the scantily clad girl from behind the curtain. She gripped the pole expertly as she’d done hundreds of times before. As the sugar packet maracas hissed and the vibraslap created a wiggly percussive sound, the diminutive redhead with delicious curves began to move her body seductively.
When the talk box, guitars, and bass marimbas caused the music to crescendo, she ran a hand across her breasts. Hips swayed as she licked her lips, causing a twitch in many a man’s pants.
Steven Tyler’s voice and Joe Perry’s guitar joined forces to begin the lyrics as Roxy’s body gyrated and bent in ways that defied logic. Sweet Emotion rang out of the speakers while hands disappeared under the tables to, ahem, adjust suddenly tight trousers.
Roxy had a way of making each patron feel like he was part of the dance. Her gaze would linger on each one as she wiggled her hips to the music and gave them a little peek of what was under the lacy boy shorts—teasing and taunting.
Soon, that tiny piece of fabric was flung in the air, landing near a regular named Joe. Night after night, he would sit at a tacky cocktail table near the stage and imagine what it would be like to touch her nubile body with its supple curves and soft skin. As her bra joined the panties on the raised platform, he envisioned capturing those pert nipples between his teeth, eliciting moans of pleasure from those luscious lips.
As the guitars and bass whined, her hips jutted out to the drum beat that had the place rockin’. Joe never took his eyes off Roxy, but he knew that every other man in the joint had their hands on their pricks. He felt his own burgeoning manhood aching for release, the same way it did five nights a week.
She gave her ass cheek a sharp slap that had the crowd cheering, then she embraced the metal pole, decadently humping it as her tits bounced and her crimson curls whipped back and forth. She bent over backwards and gazed directly into Joe’s eyes, captivating him. He could have sworn her lips mouthed the words, fuck me. But he was sure it was just his salacious imagination, willing it to be so.
He was so aroused at this point that he very nearly came in his pants. But he held his breath and gritted his teeth, praying he wouldn’t embarrass himself. For now, he did his best to keep control of his body, all the while Roxy was losing control of hers. He dared not wish for the dance to be over too soon, yet his resolve was weakening. He closed his eyes for a beat to calm himself, and when he opened them again, she was shaking her ass just the way Steven Tyler said she was. It was almost more than he could bear seeing her on display, tantalizing this club full of men, all of whom wanted desperately to fuck her.
Truth be told, while her trimmed pussy with its provocative landing strip was tempting as fuck, he longed to feel his rigid shaft in that gorgeous mouth of hers. Oh, what he would give to grab two handfuls of copper locks, hold her head down, and fuck her throat like a man possessed.
As the song neared the end, he saw her legs spread and noticed the glistening folds of her pink pussy winking at him. He was almost there; the dance was nearly done. Maybe this would be the night when he’d make it till the end. Maybe…
Sadly, as Joey Kramer’s drum riff faded, Roxy bent down to pick up her discarded garments and watched Joe’s face as his balls tightened and he shot his load in his jeans.
She shook her head and laughed. “Not tonight, huh, Joe?” she asked rhetorically as she turned to exit the stage.
He hung his head. No, not tonight. But, perhaps someday, he’d be able to last and take her up on her standing offer to rock his world with a blowjob he’d never forget…if only he could stave off his orgasm long enough to meet in her dressing room instead of drenching his crotch with his cum.
