The world seems to disappear

Wishing for your attention but hoping you never notice. Needing your hands your mouth, your cock but not willing to ask. Beg for it perhaps after a few more shots. My body aching and dripping in anticipation for what comes next. Mouth dry from the smoke filled air that fills the club. The bartender flirts a bit with me..my eyes never leaving your mouth, your ass, your fingers..and still the drinks are free. One more shot brings me closer to being fucked up against the wall in your dressing room. My lungs tight from not being able to breathe when our eyes meet unable to breathe makes me light headed and the drinks hit harder. The world tilts just a fraction, when you come closer to where I sit. The whisky burns a track down my throat and brings things into brighter focus. Which is good as you work through your song list which I know by heart. Having played this scene one to many times before. But never grow tired of the game that we play. I know what the prize will be and how I will feel when victory is mine. I finally realize I have my thighs so tight together trying to hold back the sensation that burns at their apex. I feel your eyes on me..watching my tongue as I wet my lips before taking another sip of booze. A small drip lingers on my lips so I slowly gather it up much like I have done with your come when it escapes my mouth. Your eyes glow with memory and you miss a lyric and stumble to catch up. The bartender also notices and slides another drink into my hand. The man stares at my tits, I could seriously give a shit. With any luck they will be rubbed raw by your chest hair in a few hours. I motion to come closer to me and I grab his collar to let him know that your aren't a gent when you are jealous and he best make himself scarce if his wanted to continue breathing after your set ends.