The lights from the ceiling made his head top shine and his skin glisten
He was chocolatey smooth and rich
He stood strong at roughly 6 foot
Oiled to perfection clad in the smallest male thong
He was hung like a donkey
My mind wandered
Imagining what it would look like…
Feel like…
Taste like….
His movements were all masculine
No seedy gyration just more manly bumps and thrusts
He was popular, I could tell
There were more than a few ladies transfixed, I could tell
He just took it all his stride
It was work after all…a money maker!
I nudged Lisa beside me and subtly pointed his direction
She looked over, watched for a few seconds then looked back at me and nodded in approval
I suggested we get a table dance from him
She was on it!
I got up and moved out from the table and began the fight through the increasing crowds towards him
Eventually I reached him
I had to wait for the right moment
That arrived fairly quickly
He had spotted me and moved over
He had a cheeky twinkle in his eye
I confidently asked him for a private table dance for me and my girls
He instantly agreed
He linked my hand and told me to lead the way to where we were sitting
Back at the table, Lisa grinned from ear to ear whilst the others looked over approvingly
He positioned himself in front of me and started doing his thing
He smelt so good
Every move gave me a fresh nostril full
Close up he looked even more amazing
His skin was flawless, beard was perfectly groomed
Even his nails were manicured
Well maintained I thought
It wasn’t long before it became apparent that this table dance was really all for me
He did not move from in front of me and his eyes were fixated on me permanently
I felt conscious
I didn’t know where to look
I could feel my eyes dart a bit
His gaze made me nervous
He could sense that I was feeling a little uncomfortable
I think he revelled in that
He took my hand and placed it on his chest
I panicked inside (a little), I thought of the no touching rule
But did this apply?
He put my hand on him?
In that moment, I didn’t care…
I began to run my hand up and down his chest as he danced in front of me
His body felt great
He pulled me in and whispered quietly…
He wanted to give me a private dance
I wanted him to give me a private dance
The private dance had to happen
He clasped my hand and tugged at me gently
I stood up
He pulled me in the direction of the private rooms
I looked at my mates for some kind of approval
They all smiled at me inanely
I followed his lead!
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