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I noticed him the moment he walked in the room. That was saying a lot,
as I was hanging topless, upside down on a pole at the time.
He was that kind of a man. The draw all eyes type.
It was so many things about him that made it so. He was tall, around sixfoot-four—going by the way he towered over everyone he passed. And he
was big, a beast of a man, imposing, intimidating. His body was muscular,
powerful, and tightly coiled with every move he made.
His face was handsome, but cold, austere, his jaw rock hard and
unyielding. His eyes were contrary, so pale that they should have been icy,
but instead exuded heat.
And more than all of that, he had a charged energy about him, one that
owned the room.
Wrap all of that up in a three piece suit, and yes, we had a situation. Or
rather, I did.
Attention grabbed. Head turned. Wholly distracted, I was caught fast.
The men that frequented Exhibitionist were generally blank faces to me, a
sea of strangers there to stare, to want, to covet.
Somehow he separated himself from those covetous masses from the very
first.
The music playing had a thick, drowning beat, the kind that made your
body move in spite of itself, but at his entrance I felt myself freeze jarringly
for a few magnified beats, before I caught my breath and resumed my
sinuous glide down the pole.
By the time I found my platform stilettos on the ground he was at the
stage.
The place was packed, but he charged right in. He didn’t even bother to
sit, just stood there, right at the edge, and watched me.
It did something wild to me from the very first, to have his unfaltering
attention. With men I had a tendency to be detached, withdrawn, cold
even. But right from the start he had me burning hot. And I could tell that
he knew it.
I don’t think much on stage, I let my instincts guide my movements. I was
in the middle of my routine, if you could call it that, but I was suddenly at a
loss, searching my head, instead of my gut, for which move to make next.
I fell back on the rhythm, letting my body move to the beat, hips circling,
arms reaching up, grabbing the pole above me, leaning into it, my heavy
breasts thrusting out, drawing his eyes down.
I had a body built for sin, lithe and tight, but curvy in all the ways that
turned a man’s head.
And I knew how to move it to distraction. That was, after all, my job.
I let my distracting body take over, let it do what it did best.
Seduce the crowd. Seduce the arresting stranger.
I strutted to the edge of the stage, not stopping until my swaying hips were
mere inches from his face.
He kept his blazing hot gaze on my face.
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