STRIPTEASE: Tease, Tempt, Surrender

FILTHY PRIVATE SHOW

The club was empty except for the low sound of music from the speakers and the click of my heels on the stage. Six o’clock sharp. The doors were locked. Only the red and purple lights glowed, turning everything into something darker, hotter.

I heard the side door open. I sucked in a breath. f**k me he's here.

Wayne stepped in, looking even taller in the dim light. Dark blue button-up shirt, sleeves rolled up, that same hungry stare that always made my thighs press together.

“You’re early,” I said, leaning against the pole, one leg bent.

“Couldn’t wait any longer.” His voice was already rough. He walked straight to the front row and dropped into the chair like he owned it. “Show me what you’ve been saving for me, Jade.”

I smirked, and winked at him. “You paid for a private show, baby. You get whatever you want tonight.”

I hit the button on the side table. The music started playing, slowly, heavy bass that vibrated through my body. I circled the pole once, eyes locked on his, then slid down it with my legs spread wide.

“f**k…” he breathed.

“Like that?” I asked, rolling my hips against the pole. “You’ve watched me do this a hundred times. Tonight you get to tell me exactly what you want.”

Wayne leaned forward, elbows on his knees. “Take the top off.”

I turned my back to him, untied the strings of my tiny red bikini top, and let it fall. I cupped my breasts, squeezed them together, then spun around to face him.

“Better?” I teased, pinching my n*****s lightly.

“Pinch them harder,” he ordered. “I want to see how you like it.”

I did what he said, moaning softly. My p***y was already getting wet. “Mmm… you like telling me what to do?”

“I like watching you obey.” His eyes didn't leave my body for a second. “Now lose the bottoms. I’ve waited six months to see that pussy.”

I hooked my thumbs into the strings and slid them down my legs, stepping out of them. Completely naked now except for my heels. I walked to the edge of the stage, right in front of him, and spread my legs.

“See how wet I am already?” I ran two fingers down my slit and showed him the shine. “All because you’re watching me like you want to eat me alive.”

Wayne groaned and adjusted the obvious bulge in his pants. “Bring that pretty p***y over here.”

I dropped to my knees on the stage edge and crawled to him. When I was close enough, he grabbed my thighs and pulled me forward until my knees rested on the arms of his chair. I was spread wide open right in his face.

“Goddamn,” he muttered. “Even prettier up close.”

I shivered as his hot breath hit my soaked folds. “Then taste it. I know you’ve been dying to.”

He didn’t hesitate. His tongue dragged straight up my slit, going slow and firm, and I cried out. “Oh s**t, Wayne!”

He licked me again, deeper this time, circling my c**t before sucking it into his mouth. My hips bucked, I grabbed his hair with both hands.

“Yes… right there. f**k, your tongue feels so good.”

He growled against my p***y, the vibration making me moan louder. “You taste even better than I imagined. So f*****g sweet and wet.” He pushed two thick fingers inside me without warning.

“Ahh!” My walls clenched around him. “Deeper… curl them. Yeah, like that!”

Wayne f****d me with his fingers while his tongue worked my c**t in fast circles. I was grinding on his face, riding his mouth shamelessly.

“You’re dripping down my hand, baby,” he said between licks. “You always get this messy for customers?”

“Only for you,” I gasped. “Six months of you staring at me… I’m so f*****g horny for you.”

He sucked my c**t harder and pumped his fingers faster. My legs started shaking. “I’m gonna c*m… Wayne, don’t stop!”

“c*m on my tongue,” he ordered, voice muffled. “Let me taste it.”

The orgasm hit me hard. I screamed, thighs clamping around his head as waves of pleasure crashed through me. He kept licking and fingering me through it, drawing it out until I was trembling.

I slid down into his lap, breathing hard, and kissed him deep. I could taste myself on his tongue. “My turn,” I whispered against his lips.

I slid off him and dropped to my knees between his legs. My hands worked his belt fast. When I pulled his c**k out, it sprang up thick and heavy, veins pulsing.

“Damn, you really are big,” I moaned, wrapping my hand around the base. “Look at this pretty cock.”

Wayne groaned as I stroked him. “Put it in your mouth, Jade. I’ve dreamed about those lips wrapped around me.”

I looked up at him and licked the head slowly, swirling my tongue around the tip. “Like this?”

“f**k yes.” His hand fisted in my hair.

I took him deeper, sucking hard, bobbing my head while my hand stroked what I couldn’t fit. Saliva dripped down his shaft. I gagged a little when he hit the back of my throat but kept going.

“s**t, baby… that throat feels incredible,” he growled. “You suck d**k like you were made for it.”

I popped off for air, stroking him fast. “I want you to f**k my mouth. Use my throat.”

He didn’t need telling twice. He stood up, held my head with both hands, and started thrusting into my mouth. Not too rough, but deep enough to make my eyes water. I moaned around his c**k, loving every second.

After a few minutes he pulled out, breathing ragged. “Stand up. I need to be inside you.”

I got up and bent over the stage, ass up, legs spread. “Then f**k me. I want it hard.”

Wayne stepped behind me. I felt the thick head of his c**k rub up and down my dripping slit. “You sure you’re ready for this?” he teased, pressing just the tip inside.

“Stop playing and f**k me already,” I begged, pushing back.

He thrust in deep in one smooth stroke.

“Oh my God!” I cried out. He stretched me so good it almost hurt.

“f**k, you’re tight,” he groaned, gripping my hips. “So wet… so f*****g warm.”

He started moving, long deep strokes that made my toes curl. The sound of his hips slapping against my ass echoed through the club.

“Harder, Wayne. Give it to me.”

He slammed into me faster, one hand reaching around to rub my c**t. “This what you wanted? My c**k ruining this p***y?”

“Yes!” I moaned loudly. “Don’t stop. f**k me like you own me.”

He pounded me harder, the angle hitting that perfect spot inside. My second orgasm was already building fast.

“I’m close again,” I panted. “Come with me. Fill me up.”

Wayne growled and f****d me even deeper. “Not yet. I want you to come first. Squeeze my cock.”

I exploded around him, screaming his name as my p***y pulsed and gushed. He kept thrusting through it, then suddenly pulled out.

“Turn around,” he commanded.

I spun and dropped to my knees just in time. He stroked his c**k twice and came hard, thick ropes landing on my t**s and neck. I opened my mouth and caught some on my tongue, moaning.

“f**k, Jade…” He looked wrecked, chest heaving.

I licked my lips and smiled up at him. “That was one hell of a private show.”

He pulled me up and kissed me dirty, not caring that his c*m was still on my chest. His hands roamed my body like he still couldn’t get enough.

When we broke the kiss, he rested his forehead against mine. “This isn’t a one-time thing. Not after that.”

I laughed breathlessly, still trembling. “Club closes in a few days, remember? What happens after?”

Wayne’s eyes darkened with something more than lust. “We’re not done when those doors close. Not even close.”

My heart flipped. I wanted to believe him, but I’d made my rule for a reason.

Before I could answer, his phone buzzed on the table. He ignored it, but it buzzed again. And again.

He finally glanced at the screen and frowned. “s**t. Work emergency. I have to take this.”

I nodded, stepping back so he could fix his clothes. My body was still buzzing, p***y aching in the best way.

He kissed me once more, deep and possessive. “Tomorrow night. After hours. My place. No rules. No holding back.”

I bit my lip, watching him head for the door. “You better not disappoint me, Wayne.”

He stopped at the door and looked back, eyes promising everything. “Baby, we’re just getting started.”

The door closed behind him.

I stood there naked, covered in his c*m, heart racing, already wondering how the hell I was going to survive the rest of this week without catching feelings.

But damn… I already wanted more.