The Strip - Max

9 / More Please!

I stood on the stage, motionless under the bright lights and the penetrating gaze of two hundred and fifty men. My naked body was theirs to feed upon within the fantasies that swirled in their minds. Music thrummed around me, mixing with the sounds of the club. But I didn't notice any of it. That violet-coloured eye held me once again as I twisted my neck to gaze at Ivy over my shoulder.

I may have been oblivious to my surroundings, but my skin was hypersensitive to Ivy's touch. The heat of her body against my back and the tingle of her fingers gliding down my abdomen flooded my senses and quickened my pulse.

Her gaze locked firmly with mine as her right hand slid down to my sex. The length of her middle finger gliding over my clitoris weakened my knees before the digit slipped through my entrance. She pulled it out and dragged it back over my clit, then repeated the torment, countless times, all while groping my left breast and tugging on the nipple.

Our tongues extended beyond our lips, the tips teasing each other while my mind finally took note of the song that accompanied us on the stage. Girls Like Girls by Hayley Kiyoko filled the air. I wouldn't have moved if Ivy hadn't pulled away. I staggered back a step, tripping over the void she left when she moved to the far edge of the stage. My chest heaved as my eyes moved from her body and scanned the audience. I had lost myself to the experience and was slowly picking myself back up. I'm sure I looked like I had accidently staggered out of my bedroom and onto the stage in the nude.

I hesitantly worked a small corner of the stage, stumbling through random dance moves that couldn't come together as anything sexy or coordinated. I glanced over my shoulder and watched as men consumed Ivy's body with their eyes. I turned back to the men gazing up at my naked flesh and focused myself on the performance. Trying to ignore the needy ache that hummed between my thighs wasn't an easy task. I knew more was coming. So much more.

I moved about, just like any other performance, targeting one lucky guy to pin my attention on for a moment. I dropped into a squat, inches from the edge of the stage with my knees pressed together, then spread myself open as if I was in a room with him. Only him. Exposing myself. Pleasuring myself. For him alone. His eyes held mine briefly before sliding down my torso towards the widening space between my legs. He was so close I could almost feel his heavy breath on my flesh.

I had him. And then, I didn't. His eyes moved beyond my right shoulder. I could feel Ivy before her skin made contact with mine. I smiled. She stood over me, leaning forward at first, then slowly sinking towards the stage. I twisted my upper body to meet her in a kiss that held firmly while her hand took its place at my mound.

Our heads moved in slow rhythmic undulations as our mouths devoured each other. Her fingers slid over and between the sensitive lips between my thighs. Penetrating my sex. Moving into me then drawing outward. One. Then two. Probing and caressing. Stroking just the right spot within my vagina to ignite my core.

A shockwave tore through me, spreading within my blood and nerves, tightening every muscle, then releasing, leaving me weak and dizzy. My body slumped against hers. My knees dropped to the stage. Her fingers were unrelenting in their assault on my sex until they were gone. Withdrawn completely while my core tendered on the edge of release.

My body and mind begged, "More Please!"

I was sure I would be abandoned again. Left to organize my scrambled thoughts into a clumsy dance. Her hand, fingers wet with my arousal, slid up my chest and under my chin. I turned my head, pulling my mouth from hers just as those glistening fingers found my lips. I could taste myself on her digits. I closed around her fingers, sucking as she pulled outward. I could feel them slide from my lips, under my chin then softly grip my throat.