Rome

Eye Contact

Julius POV

It was her again. She was wearing make-up this time, but I can still tell it's her. That beautiful mocha skin and those long brown dreads. There was no way it wasn't her. The outfit she was wearing now just screamed take me.  She was wearing a black tight corset, that showed all her beautiful curves. She was only wearing black lace panties that rounded her ass perfectly. The panties were connected to black thigh high stockings that tightened around her perfectly sculpted legs. She was wearing blood red heels that perfectly contrasted with the rest of her outfit. This girl deserves to be called beautiful and sexy every day of her life.

"You like what you see, sir?" The bartender said with a smirk. "Most people fall for him instantly."

As soon as the bartender said that word, I snapped out of it. HIM?! There is no way that beauty is a man, but the thought of it makes me warm up. I always knew I was attracted to both genders, but there was never a man that attracted me as much as Mocha.

Suddenly my thoughts were interuppted by loud music. I finally turned beck around and was met with his eyes locked with mine. I never even noticed his eyes before. They're a beautiful emerald, that can peirce through anyone.

He started to move his hips to the music, not breaking eye contact. He slowly walked to the pole in the middle of the stage. He grabbed the center of the pole, and slowly spun around. He faced away from the crowd and did a slutdrop. He then grabbed the pole and lifted himself up. He was upside down, and did the splits. He wrapped his legs around the pole and then flipped himself up, so he wasn't hanging upside down. He slid down the pole and landed on his heels. He turned so his ass was to the crowd. He slowly bent down and whipped his hair in a circle, then slowly came back up. He grabbed the pole again and spun around then slowly grinded against it. He made eye contact with me the whole time and then he winked and bit his lip.

The next thing I know, he's already leaving the stage. Still has his eyes lingering on me, but broke contact when he walked backstage.

I quickly got up, about to walk backstage. He had to fix the problem in my pants. I was stopped by Charles, "Hey. We got to go. The target is here." He whispered in my ear and quickly pulled me outside to the car. The tightness in my pants still there.

Roman POV

During my whole performance, I made sure to keep eye contact with the hottie. Even when I faced away from the crowd, I could feel his eyes on me. His gorgeous brown eyes, that had a hint of gold in them and were full of lust. I never wanted my performance to end, but sadly it ended as fast as it started. Even while I was walking off stage, my eyes lingered to him.

I noticed a faint tent in his pants. I smiled, knowing I was the cause. Sadly, when I walked out of the dressing room, he was gone. I was a little upset, but I still had other customers waiting for me. I walked up to a group of guys and chatted for a little bit. Mostly them feeling me up and trying to get into my panties. I may be a stripper, but I will never have sex for cash. My precious virginity will not be soiled by the likes of these men.

While I was walking to the next customer, the front door opened up with a loud bang. I looked over to see police officers rushing into the building. I didn't fail to notice the man from before coming in as well.

Great! Of course I was checking out a police officer, who probably thinks I'm a dirty whore. Most cops were like that to me, as soon as they find out I'm a stripper. The way he looked at while performing, started to make me think otherwise. Why would he stare at me with so much lust? Why would he not look away from me? Maybe he's different from the rest of them.

The next thing that happened filled me with rage and sadness. Maybe I was wrong to think he was different.