Ebony, One of The Strippers

Ebony shimmied her shoulders, relishing the strange electrifying surge crossing through her as she had another test tube from Violet's cleavage. Usually she’d max herself at two, but the three college students at this table had already emptied what had been a full rack of tubes between themselves, Violet, and Ebony.

Kissing along the supple flesh of Violet's bra Ebony couldn’t help but grab a breast looking up at the shooter girl. “I’d love to stay and chat. But my job is to keep the shots going.” Violet remarked cheerfully, turning and shaking her ass as if inviting a smack as she shuttled her empty test tubes back to the bar.

Ebony wondered if she was getting carried away, squeezing her bum down into the lap she was sitting in, enjoying the feel of his cock through his pants. “Sure I can’t convince one of y'use to go fer a dance.” Ebony remarked looking amongst the trio as they shook their heads and said no barely audibly over the music. “Are y'sure? Can make it worth yer while.”

David would’ve gladly spent a chunk of his share of the drinks budget to see just what Ebony could do, but alas even a whispered offer of two songs for the cost of one had to be declined. David suppressed a grin as Ebony ground into his lap harder, glancing to see Steve and Carl weren’t looking Ebony reached over and squeezed the bulge in Kumar's lap provoking a panicked hey.

“Don’ worry boys, I don’ want ya leavin'.” Ebony assured, her voice eerily carrying through the music. “You’ve yet ta see what all is on offer.” With a smirk Ebony unclipped the bra, relieved to free her nipples. They’d been aching for freedom and attention since not long after the bra was put on. A strange occurrence for Ebony as she shilled quite a bit to be comfortable in her work attire.

Ebony was a slender girl, her modest B cups not much to write home about, although on her slim body they hung large. Her dark chocolate skin and dark nipples contrasted nicely from the valentines red lacy regalla that Ebony often sported around the club. She often quipped she was like a box of chocolates, you needed a dance to see what she got.

Throwing it at the third guy at the table they all laughed, the garment Ebony wasn’t aware had been passively corrupting her since Corrina had handled it backstage. Not that it mattered any now, as Ebony was growing drunk from the corrupted test tube shots she had indulged in. Cupping her breasts and giving the third guy a seductive look as he turned to see where the bra was flung from.

A scream of excitement pulled all their heads to the stage, Vixen's tits were free of her corset, sitting large, naturally full and jiggling nicely as she seemed to almost climax off grinding the pole. Turning around she took a long loving lick back up its length, delighting in the taste of her own pussy juices from the corrupted pole.

Throwing her pastel purple hair over her shoulder, Vixen rejoiced at the feel of tit fucking the pole, struggling to remember she was performing a set. Not just pleasing herself on a pole, strangely getting off on all the watchers. Her craven mind thought about how nice it would be to have someone fucking into her from behind, gazing around the rowdy crowd in the front row she imagined which one would be first to climb up and lick her presented ass and pussy before fucking into her.

Glancing around the room Ebony had to marvel at how good the girls were looking, how lively the crowd was acting, how… Is Roxy giving a hand job beneath that table?

Ebony admired the gall, having to admit to herself that even she kind of sought the warmth of a cock in her grip, not to mention elsewhere. Which was weird as she had never found too much appeal to stroking a guy off. In fact, she was more about just being eaten out and fucked normally.

Seeing Joy walk by Ebony couldn’t help but smack the waitress's ass. Joy's body stiffened and shuddered, Joy biting a lip before turning around and raising an eye at the stripper.

“Sorry, yer ass was just looking too good not too to’nigh.” Ebony remarked with a smirk, eyeing Joy up and down, she could swear Joy's ass and hips didn't used to look so pronounced, not that she could complain.

“Thank you, do you need a drink?” Joy responded thinking about how good the smack felt. In fact she’d been openly offering grabs of her ass for tips. Her leather booty shorts feeling unusually full and quite mesmerizing when she last spared a look.

“Boys?” The three guys at the table nodded their heads in agreement Joy quickly shuffling off to the bar, flaunting her fuller rounder ass as the corrupted shorts continued their passive work that Corrina had started them on. Continuing flaring Joy’s hips gradually now as they tightened and rode up her perfect apple bottom ass and displayed her camel toe in the front.

As the boys continued to be entranced by the stage Ebony surveyed the room. Roxy wasn’t the only one misbehaving, the idea brought a smirk to Ebony's face as she thought of how Alice would hypocritically scream the riot act at them.

Skye was in a back corner grinding on top of a client, his face pulled to her bare breasts. Actions meant to be done in the lap dance room.

Destiny and Crystal were 69'ing on another table further back from the stage surrounded by a cheering crowd.

Ariana a younger redhead with frizzy hair was seated up in perv alley before the stage for some reason, Ebony had ideas of why. It was a dead zone for soliciting lap dances, the money there always going towards the stage.

But as Vixen danced Ariana's arms remained spread to the crotches on either side of her.

Ebony began to wonder if she was in the minority, clearly Steve and Carl weren’t concerned. If this was the stuff going on out here, Ebony had to wonder about the lapdance room. Or the VIP rooms.

Biting her lip she considered offering a free dance. Ebony’s biggest concern being if she got carried away and lost track of the songs. That bitch Alice had more than once gone through the tapes auditing how much the club was due for lapdance work.

Talking about Alice… Ebony couldn’t spot the witch giving Ebony her idea.

As Joy delivered Ebony her drink she pulled the waitress nice and close. “Where’s zee witch.” Ebony asked cautiously, eyes gazing around looking for the woman. Joy smiled broadly.

“The mens room.” Joy replied, a smirk and the words ‘Oh shit' mouthed by Ebony in response.